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I was really excited for John. Seeing how the Lord could change his life in such an awesome
way, I began to praise my Lord, thanking Him for the transformation of John’s body, mind, and spirit.
I give God all the glory and praise.
Norma’s Testimony: My name is Norma, and this is how I came to know John Ramirez. Back in the
early ‘90s, my sister in the Lord and I routinely met every week at a neighborhood diner on
Parkchester Avenue in the Bronx. I used to see this young man, always dressed in white from head to
toe, and I knew by his attire that he was Santero. His appearance impressed me. He was a tall,
handsome young man with jet-black hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. He seemed to be intelligent. Yet
he was involved in such an evil lifestyle. The first thing that came out of me was: “Lord, deliver him
from this evil life!” There was an aching feeling in my heart for him, although I didn’t know him, but
God did, and this was sufficient, for only He could put this burden or care in our hearts for a stranger,
and the Word says we must pray for lost souls (2 Pet. 3:9). Every time I’d see him, when walking or
standing at the bus stop, he would pass by me and I’d get chills and a kind of fear would take hold of
me, but immediately I would plead the blood of Christ over me and against those evil spirits that had
this young man bound.
One day as my friend and I were meeting at the diner, he (John) walked in, and right away I
started praying and extended my hand in his direction. My friend got afraid and said to stop and that
besides people were staring at me. My answer was: “I couldn’t care less about it, for this is more
important. My concern is for the strongholds in his life to be broken and for him to see the light of
Christ and have that encounter with Jesus.” As I prayed, all of a sudden he turned around looking in
our direction as if someone or something got his attention. Quickly I put my hand down, but I finished
my prayer. For a couple of years after that day, I didn’t see him. I thought he’d probably moved away.
Nonetheless I prayed he would get saved and delivered.
Lo and behold, my daughter’s best friend had invited me to visit her church, and one Sunday I
decided to go and asked my sister and a very dear friend to come with me. We went to the address
and couldn’t find it, for there was only this old house and no sign or church name to identify it. We
walked back and forth, and I walked a little behind them, when all of a sudden I heard someone
asking what we were looking for and if he could help. My sister told him we were looking for the
church, and he said: “You’re right here. Come, follow me.” But I froze and didn’t move. My God, this
is the young man from Parkchester! The voodoo guy. This is a setup from Satan. This might be a
Santeria place. They were calling me and I was scared, but they followed him inside. I walked
behind in case I had to run. Then I saw Ellie, my daughter’s friend, and my senses came back to me.
As I came into the church and sat down, I told the person who invited me, “He used to be the
witchcraft guy. Now he’s saved? There were several times that I prayed for him as he passed me by.
It felt like hell had passed me by.” Ellie insisted that I tell him, but I said no, it is sufficient that the
Lord knows, but she told him. John came and thanked me for my prayers and of course wanted to hear
all the details.
I thank God for John’s salvation and deliverance!