Real Jesus Freaks
  Cassie Bernal                             The First Freak
  Walled in                                      I am a Soldier of Christ
  Her Last Prayer                          Jesus Freak Lyrics
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One christian martyr most people are aware of is the 17 year old girl from Columbine high school. her story:
She was 17 years old. He stood glaring at her, his weapon before her face.
"Do you believe in God?"
She paused. It was a life-or-death question. "Yes, I believe in God"
"Why?" asked her executioner. But he never gave her the chance to respond. BANG!
And the girl lay dead at his feet.
(Cassie Bernal's story)
These thing happen all the time people are willing to stand up for what they believe in and not deny there God. Do you believe in Jesus?
page.133 of Jesus Freak "Men choose a religion, but a christian is chosen by Jesus Christ. To be a christian means to belong to christ.Jesus asked me to renounce even my life. to fallow him faithfully, not to fear the world even if my body shall perish. I prefer to know that god, the almighty, is with me, even if it means that the whole world is agianst me.

The first Jesus Freak

Jerusalem, Israel
34 AD

Across the courtroom, the young man on trial continued preaching. The jury fidgeted nervously as he told of thier relifious heritage and forefathers. What did Abraham and Moses have to do with this Jesus? Another young man in the audience, about the same age as teh defendant, seemed not to be listening. His mind was already made up on the matter of this Jesus follower. The crowd of Jewish leaders, however, grew more agitated at evey word from the young defendant.

Suddenly the preacher turned to the audience. "You stubborn and hardheaded people! You're always fighting against the Holy Spirit, just like your ancestors did. They killed the prophets who told you about the comming of the Rightout One. And now you have turned against Him and killed Him. You have received the law of God, but you have not kept it."

When teh crowd heard this, they were even more furious, but the defendant ignored thier growing anger. His face glowed like that of an angel, and he stopped talking and pointed to the ceiling. "Look! I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God!"

This was too much. Yelling at the top of thier voices, they all rushed at him. They dragged him out of the city to stone him. He continued preaching all the way.

The young man who had been in the audience, one Saul of Tarsus, followed after them. He stood a short distance away from the defendant, looking steadily at the sky as the mpb rew larger. The cries grew more heated now. A man handed Saul his coat, then stooped to pick up a stone as though wating for a signal from Saul. Saul lowred his gaze, then looked directly into the man's eyes and nodded. It was time to silence the young preacher.

Stephen, the defendant, continued despite the crow's jeers, because the Man he was telling them about was so important to him. Several more men had now removes thier coats, handed them so Saul, and began gathering rocks, many of them so large that the men had to lift them with two hands.

"This blasphemer must be dealt with!"

"He speaks against Moses!"

"We don't want to hear about your Jesus anymore!"

A rock sailed past Stephen's head. He stopped speaking long enough to duck it, dazed for a moment, then stood to continue. The second rock caught him near his temple, and he fell to his knees. Another hit his shoulder. Then there were too many to count.

"No more Jesus talk!">

"Let this be a lesson to all who would proclaim this Jesus!"

Alother stone found its mark. Then another. He could'nt open his eyes for the sting of the blood. His clothes were torn by the blows and blood dripped freelly from the tatters. He began to pray, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." Then eh scanned the crowd until his eyes locked with thoose of the young man who held a bundle of coats. "And Lord," he continued,"do not hold this sin against them."

When he said thoose words, Stephen died.

Slowly men gathered this coats from the young Saul, Who was soon alone with the body of the young preacher. Saul had come to Jerusalem to help scilene this growing craze about Jesus of Nazareth. Despite his hatred, he could not shake the young man's words and how fearlessly he had faced death. He stood staring at the body of the first martyr for this Jesus. The glow that had so angred Saul was still on the young man's face. He had seen it as the smug pride of a heretic, but could it have been something else? He quenced the thought and turnd away, more determind that ever to crush this Jesus movement.

Saul did not persecute men like Stephen for much longer. One day soo after, on his way to Damascus to imprison more beleivers, he saw Jesus. From that encounter he later became Paul, the first Christian missionary, who traveled everywhere proclaming the name of Jesus. He eventually wrote a good part of the New Testament.

It started with a seed placed in his heart by a young man full of faith, grace, and power - a Jesus Freak who could not stop telling people about Jesus, even if it meant his life. 

    Walled In

Roneses, Flanders

"I found one!" The Inquisitor held up the forbidden book as he called to his assistant. "Bring in the mayor and his family. Someone is studying the Bible in this house!"

In the 16th century, Philip II sent the Duke of Alba to Flanders to stamp out the Protestants who insisted on reading the Scriptures in their own language. Anyone found studying the Bible was hanged, drowned, torn in pieces, or burned alive at the stake.

The Inquisitors had found the Bible while inspecting the house of the Mayor of Brugge. One by one, family members were questioned, but everyone claimed they knew nothing about how the Bible got to their house.

Finally the officials asked the young maid-servant, Wrunken, who boldly declared, "I am reading it!"

The mayor, knowing the penalty for studying the Bible, tried to defend her, saying, "Oh, no, she only owns it. She doesn't ever read from it."

But Wrunken chose not to be defended by a lie. "This book is mine. I am reading from it, and it is more precious to me than anything!"

She was sentenced to die by suffocation. A place would be hollowed in the city wall, she would be tied in it, and the opening would be bricked over.

On the day of her execution, as she stood by the wall, an official tried to get her to change her mind, saying, "So young and beautiful - and yet to die."

Wrunken replied, "My Savior died for me. I will also die for Him."

As the bricks were laid higher and higher, she was warned again. "You will suffocate and die in here!"

"I will be with Jesus," she answered.

Finally, the wall was finished, except for the one brick that would cover her face. For the last time, the official tried to persuade her. "Repent - just say the word and you will go free."

But Wrunken refused, saying instead, "O Lord, forgive my murderers."

The brick was put in place. Many years later, her bones were removed from the wall and buried in the cemetery of Brugge.
I Am a Soldier of Christ

Roy Pontoh
15 years old
Indonesia 1999

The teens could tell that the shouts and chanting were getting closer and closer. An older teen looked nervously at his friend. "The Muslims are coming. We'd better hide the kids," he said. Others, following his lead, helped the smaller children find hiding places in the buildings nearby. Then they hid themselves.

It was January and a crowd of mostly Christian children and teenagers had gathered for a Bible camp at the Station Field Complex of Pattimura University on the island of Ambon, Indonesia. When the camp was over, cars came to take the laughing, rejoicing children back to their homes. But there were not enough cars to hold the young people.

Mecky Sainyakit and three other Christian men had gone to Wakal village to try to rent additional transportation to take the rest home. But they had not yet come back.

What the kids waiting for rides home didn't know was that on their way to the village, the men were attacked by a Muslim mob, who pulled them from their car and out onto the road. Mecky and one of the other men were stabbed to death, and later their bodies were burned by the mob. The two other men escaped with their lives.

Before long, the mob reached the University. They found many of the teens and forced them to come out of hiding.

Roy Pontoh was forced from his hiding place and made to stand before the mob.

"Renounce your Jesus, or we will kill you!" they threatened.

Roy was terribly frightened. Though trembling, he answered, "I am a soldier of Christ!"

At this, one of the Muslim attackers swung a sword at his stomach. The sword hit the Bible Roy held, and ripped into it, knocking it out of his hand. The man's next swing sliced open Roy's stomach. His last word was "Jesus." At this, one of the Muslim attackers swung a sword at his stomach. The sword hit the Bible Roy held, and ripped into it, knocking it out of his hand. The man's next swing sliced open Roy's stomach. His last word was "Jesus."

The mob dragged Roy's body out and threw it in a ditch. Four days later, his family found it. Even though they are wracked with grief, Roy's parents stand proud of their son, who stood strong in his faith to the end.
Her Last Prayer

16 or 17 years old
Asia 1970s

The Communist soldiers had discovered their illegal Bible study.

As the pastor was reading from the Bible, men with guns suddenly broke into the home, terrorizing the believers who had gathered there to worship. The Communists shouted insults and threatened to kill the Christians. The leading officer pointed his gun at the pastor's head. "Hand me your Bible," he demanded.

Reluctantly, the pastor handed over his Bible, his prized possession. With a sneer on his face, the guard threw the Word of God on the floor at his feet.

He glared at the small congregation. "We will let you go," he growled, "but first, you must spit on this book of lies. Anyone who refuses will be shot." The believers had no choice but to obey the officer's order.

A soldier pointed his gun at one of the men. "You first."

The man slowly got up and knelt down by the Bible. Reluctantly, he spit on it, praying, "Father, please forgive me." He stood up and walked to the door. The soldiers stood back and allowed him to leave.

"Okay, you!" the soldier said, nudging a woman forward. In tears, she could barely do what the soldier demanded. She spit only a little, but it is enough. She too was allowed to leave.

Quietly, a young girl came forward. Overcome with love for her Lord, she knelt down and picked up the Bible. She wiped off the spit with her dress. "What have they done to Your Word? Please forgive them," she prayed.

The Communist soldier put his pistol to her head. Then he pulled the trigger.

These stories are form dctalk's book Jesus Freaks  . you can find out more about it (and buy it) on their site .


[What will people think
When they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak?
What will people do
When they find that's it's true?]

Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced

I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm
Of his belly with my head
'Jesus Saves' is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream

What will people think
When they hear that I'm a Jesus freak
What will people do when they find that it's true
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak
There ain't no disguising the truth

Kamikaze, my death is gain
I've been marked by my Maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me as weak
Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek

There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak

(repeat chorus 2x)

People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger

(repeat chorus 2x)

What will people think
[What will people think]
What will people do
[What will people do]
I don't really care
[What else can I say]
There ain't no disguising the truth
[Jesus is the way]

© 1995 Up In The Mix Music (A division of The ForeFront Communications Group, Inc.) (BMI)/Fun Attic Music (ASCAP) All rights reserved.

Being a Jesus freak is having a passionate heart for Jesus, a willingness to expend that passion into all areas of life, be it poetry, music, art, or hard choices made .
To be a Jesus freak means you have to walk alone (with Jesus by your side) sometimes, not from doing somthing really wierd, but because you stive to be a godly pilgrim-diffent from what the world says is ok , trying o do what God commands .
One of the strongest Jesus freaks are those who are Martyrs.
Jesus freaks have a radical relationship with Jesus. They have experienced his touch on thier lives-and they will never forget it!
Because we have Jesus, its not difficult to be a Christian, although there are many oppressions.
Jesus freaks know God well enough to know his will for their lives and when that will is accomplished.
You can kill us, but you can not really do us any real harm, for we will be in heaven!

From this day forward i will make a difference. Jesus I thank you that you suffered and died for me on the cross to pay for my sins. Father i thank you you raised Jesus from the dead to be my lord and saviour. Holy Spirit thank you for leading me. Lord i want to promise right now that i will not be ashamed of your name or your gospel.
I will look my enemies in the eyes and love them with your love. i will pray for them and love them-no matter the consequences. I will NOT quit. I will not wallow in guilt. I will turn back to your every time i fail, and confess my sin, and do what you called me to do, because that is why you died for me. Lord i will stand with you and my fellow christians know matter what happens, no matter what I face, or how it looks in the end, we will be victorious- we will inherit eternity and heaven with you. I can do nothing else cuz.....I AM A JESUS FREAK! ~AMEN~