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Testimonies of Discipleship Training for Secret Believers

Open Doors has developed special training courses for secret believers and the impact of those courses is wonderful. These are some of the testimonies that we have received from those who have been a part of our discipleship training programs.

“I am the only Christian in my family. This makes it difficult for me. When I first became a Christian, I was very open and enthusiastic. I could not stop telling everybody about Jesus and invited many people to my house to talk about Him. It did not take a lot of time before people got offended. I then got arrested by the police and spent two months in jail for my faith.  


“What I loved about this training is that I finally learned about the truth. In Iran I had learned many things, but some of these would speak against each other. I also like to learn about the concept of sin. Not just what is a sin, but the broader perspective. This made a huge impact on me and my daily life.” 


“Before coming to the training I had a big problem. I saw ‘things’ that were very scary, like dark creatures in my bedroom. I could see them walking around. Sometimes these happenings would have a bad influence on me and I got depressed. The trainers talked to me about this and advised me what to do. What to pray before entering the room, what to pray next, and so on. This helped very well. I did all of this after coming home and since that time the creatures are gone and the problems have been solved, it is over. I am so happy about that.”  


“Also for me the big influence of training was the concept of sin. To know what is sin, the explanation of how it started and what it means for us today. Not just to talk about individual sins and sinners, but the total concept of it, to be away from God. That really helped me.” 


“I am the only one in the group who was brought up in a Christian home, I am a genuine Christian Background Believer (CBB). Growing up in a Christian home, I knew the Bible well, and knew all the stories. The training helped me putting all the separate stories together. It showed a line in the Bible, that I had not seen before. I learned how to find different Bible verses with the same meaning. This opens a way for giving service to people, helping them in a better way. I see a big need for good teachers and leaders. We have a need for more interaction, discussions and meetings with people. A week like this is so good to just be able to discuss matters and learn from each other.”  



My testimony

I’ve decided to share my personal testimony this Tuesday. My testimony is more a Timothy testimony than a Paul. What I mean by that is that I don’t have a radical conversion story like Paul. I grew up in a Christian home, like Timothy, and have been following Christ ever since I can remember. Of course, I’m not nearly as awesome or Godly as Timothy. Our similarities end with our backgrounds.

So, what’s the point of my testimony anyways? I used to think I didn’t have one, that I was the most boring Christian on the planet and that my life story could not possibly benefit anyone in any way. However, over the past year or so, God has been showing me my testimony and ways that it can benefit people. This is the first time I will share it publically, in its entirety. Hopefully someone out there can relate and this post encourages you or convicts you. Or better yet, does both.

I’ve been going to church with my family my whole life, but church really started having an impact on me when I was 7. We had just started going to church A (I’m keeping the church names anonymous) and I loved it. I met my best friend there (we are still friends to this day) and my Hawaiian auntie and uncle. It was a small church, so I wasn’t overwhelmed when I walked in. I remember fitting in right away and feeling like I was part of a family. We went to that church for seven years. I played the violin on the worship team, went to Sunday school, and was confident that church was the best thing ever. Then, when I was 14 and just starting to realize that grown-ups didn’t know everything, the church split. Adults, mainly my youth leaders whom I adored, where suddenly saying mean things about my parents and my aunt and uncle.  And my family wasn’t any better.  Feelings were getting hurt, friendships were being ruined, and I had no idea why.

I didn’t know it at the time, but that split was to have a very negative impact on my perception of church for the next seven years. Continue reading ‘My testimony’


Honeymoon’s tragic end

Christian Martyr in Nepal
On June 3, 2009 Compass Direct News reported that a bomb had gone off at the Assumption Church in Kathmandu, Nepal. The explosion killed two women and injured at least 14 others.

Vikash Patrick could not help but smile—even though the congregation was in the middle of singing a serious hymn. At his side was his 19 year old bride, Deepe, dressed in a deep pink—almost red—sari. Although they were both from Patna, India, they had spent the last four days together in Kathmandu, Nepal on their honeymoon.

Bending down, Vikasha whispered in Deepe’s ear, “God gave me a wife more beautiful than all of the sites that we’ve seen.” Deepe blushed, mouthed the words “thank you,” and rested her head on his shoulder. Their trip had certainly been amazing. They saw colorful marketplaces, elaborate temples, and sophisticated palaces, but in Vikasha’s mind, none of them compared to breathtakingly beautiful woman at his side.

As they sang the last lines of the hymn, Vikasha watched a rather large lady enter the church and sit down in the row in front of them. He looked her over for a few seconds, and then turned his attention back to the church entrance to see if anyone else was entering. Right now, Nepal was not a safe place to worship. Only a few months earlier a priest had been murdered, and the current political elections made religious tensions even higher.

Yet in spite of the danger, Vikasha could think of no place that would rather be with his wife than worshiping God with other believers. Still, he was keeping a careful watch on the back door in order to assess everyone who entered the service.

What Vikasha did not notice, was that the lady who had sat in front of them was removing something from her purse. She slipped a small black object under her sleeve and then left the service through a side door, leaving her purse in the church pew—directly in front of where Deepe was sitting.

Five minutes later, a bomb exploded.

Burning shrapnel cut through the air. Vikasha was knocked to the floor and felt as though his whole body was engulfed in pain. Still conscious, he looked for his wife, but did not see her. He did see that the pew in front of him was on fire, and that giant burn blisters were beginning to swell on the side of his body that was nearest the pew. Gritting his teeth, he rolled away and almost passed out. Rolling had moved his body away from the flames, but it had also pressed his burned flesh and growing blisters into the hot stone floor.

Still unable to see his wife, Vikasha called out Deepe’s name, but could not hear the sound of his own voice. The explosion must have burst his ear drums. Feeling only pain and unable to hear anything, he was forced to rely on his eyes to make out what was happening in the smoke filled room. To his right he saw that those who were not injured were starting to carry people out of the building. To his left was the orange and red of the burning pew, only—

Vikasha closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping that he was seeing the wrong colors. The colors stayed the same. Mixed in among the oranges and reds of the embers was a deep pink color—the same color as the sari that Deepe had been wearing.

Salt water tears began to run down his face and literally boil away because of the heat in the room. They left behind vertical trails of raw flesh. Finally succumbing to the heat, smoke, and mental anguish, Vikasha lost consciousness just as a man picked him up and carried him out of the church.

At the time that this was written, Vikasha and many others are still in the hospital recovering from injuries and burns. Deepe did not survive.

The Nepal Defense Army (NDA) which claimed responsibility for the attack has threatened more violence if non-Hindusurhc do not leave the country within the month. *This story taken from

As a recently married woman, this story struck a special chord within me. Honeymoons are amazing, and I cannot imagine the devastation of having your new spouse killed right in front of you at the end of that special vacation. Another thing about this story that struck me was that the couple went to church on their honeymoon. It wasn’t just any church, it was church in a country they knew was dangerous. A church where they knew thier lives were at risk. I’m embarrased to say this, but my husband and I were too busy eating at buffets and sight seeing to even think about going to a safe American church on our honeymoon, much less one where we ran the risk of getting killed. I pray that couples who read this story, my husband and I included, will be inspired by this couple’s devotion to the Lord.

The purpose of the blog

To EDUCATE, ENLIGHTEN and ENCOURAGE. To be a voice to those who have none, a voice that is LOUDER than their persecution, oppression and pain. A righteous voice that is LOUDER than the enemy.

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