My name is Larry P. Dillon, I want to let you know that God is a Deliver, there is no one to far gone, to addicted, to demonic, or to crazy for Jesus Christ to deliver.

I started sneaking cigarettes when I was 6 yrs. old, drinking when I was about 14 and doing drugs in my early twenties, so I had drank over half my life, did drugs for over 10 years, any thing I could snort, hit or smoke I did.

I road in 4 different outlaw motorcycle gangs, to get in one gang I had to ride prospect for the gang for a year, not just for one sponsor but I was put under everyone in the gang, that meant everyone tested me to see if I would show face and stand up, I've had a gun stuck in my mouth and was told to take off my colors or they were going to blow me away, I said go ahead and blow me away, (the best I could talk with a gun in my mouth) I'm not going to take off my colors.

I was taken to a river and was going to be killed and dumped in the river by a rival gang, had two contracts on my life, carried a popper in my pocket and slept with it under my pillow, not knowing when a fire bomb was going to come through my window or my door was going to get blown down by a shot gun, mafia hit men followed me around for two weeks checking me out to see if I was the one who had shot one of their hit men in the side of the head with a 38. Before they discovered it wasn't me.

When I would go into a bar I would pull a table and a chair up next to the back door so if anyone would come in the back door with a gun or the front door, if they stepped in one step, I could get behind them. I have woke up in the middle of the night with a knife to my throat, was shot at with a shot gun in a drive by leaving a bar, had a 45 bullet come so close to my ear I heard it buzz, took guns away from people several time, because all I knew was as long as it was pointing at me it could shoot me, so I had to get it pointed in another direction.

One night leaving a bar I was so drunk I fell over three times trying to kick my bike to start it, the rest of the gang took off and I was trying to catch them going down a ramp on a highway 75 miles a hour, wrecked slid across and was in the hospital 4 months. There were 4 main outlaw gangs in the town I was in and two of them became brother clubs for power, so the club I belonged to joined with the other club, so if a war came down we could stand, when I got out of the hospital my club had dropped their patch and started flying the other clubs colors, this was all new to me, I wasn't going to lay down my colors I had been willing to die for, I went to the Pres. Of the other club and told him how I felt, so they let me slide, but then I didn't have anyone to back me, and the citizens, cops and other gangs all saw it was pay back time, I lost everything I had, I felt like I wasn't anything, like all I stood for was lost, like I was a failure, so I started to get into drinking and the drug traffic more and more, my life started on a downward spiral faster and faster, I got strung out on speed for three years weighed 120 lbs. Had sores all over my body from infection, when the cops arrested me they wouldn't touch me and would tell me your going to die, I would sell my blood every two weeks to get money to get high, pick up cigarette buts off the street and smoke them, sleep on the street with my boots under my head so they wouldn't get stolen.

My friends use to make bets that I wouldn't life through the weekend, my mother use to watch the news to see if I was dead.

Finally I got off speed by getting a pound of pot and 100 hits of barrel acid, the acid had enough speed to keep me from crashing to hard, from then on I did what ever was available, acid, mescaline, PCP, angel dust, heroine, opium, coke, whatever was available, along with a number of prescription drugs when I could get them.

There is four different times I will tell you about that I know God saved my life, even though there were many different times I can look back on and know He had his hand on me.

One time I was at a party sitting on a couch low to the floor, I was high and someone came up behind me and tapped me on the back of the head when I looked up my mouth was open and he dropped 100 hits of acid in my mouth at one time, I spit some of them out but swallowed most of them, I should have O.D. but I didn't, it was just the Lord that kept me from it.

Then there was the time I did speed for one week only ate one hamburger and didn't sleep, while putting a motorcycle engine together and taking it apart, because I was so strung out I couldn't remember if I left something out or not, I would tear it back apart and start over again, people quit coming over to see me because I was to spaced out to know they were there, at the end of the week I ran out of speed and sat on the edge of my bed and lit a cigarette, passed out and woke up with my bed on fire, ran to the kitchen got some water and threw it on the fire, started to take the bucket back got to the hall and cramped up double in a fetal position and fell in the floor not able to breath in, I don't know if my lungs collapsed or I had a heart attack or what, all I knew was I couldn't breath and couldn't straighten up, I was panicking and I had to straighten out or crawl out on the front porch where some one could see me and help me, but I could only move about a foot, I was thinking I have to straighten up and catch my breath or I will die, the first time I tried I couldn't, it hurt to bad, it took every thing in me to straighten up, when I did even the muscles in my face and in my hands cramped up and I passed out for three days and three nights, I know it was just God who brought me back, I was like Jonah in the belly of a whale for three days, only I was in the belly of hell for three days.

Another time I was at a tavern and a guy was selling dime hits of speed out of one vest pocket and 100 dollar hits of chemical THC out of the other pocket they both were white powder and both were wrapped in tin foil, I gave him a dime for a ten dollar hit of speed and he reached into the wrong pocket and gave me a 100 dollars worth of THC, I didn't have any fixings so I went to a girls house I new was a junkie and knew she would have a rig or a binky or something to hit up with, she shot me up with 100 worth of THC at one time,

they said I slid out of the chair like water and O.D., my heart had stopped beating, when I woke up they were pounding me on the chest and cussing me trying to make me mad so my adrenaline would flow, I looked up and it looked like everyone was made out of metal and riveted together, I thought wow I have never been here before, then paranoia set in I was afraid to sleep for three day afraid I would not wake up.

Another time I was High and drunk at a biker party in the city, I walked out the back door and down the back steps and something hit me, the next thing I know my head was flying over one of those old wire fences they have with the loops on the top, when I landed on the other side I couldn't see, the only thing I can think that must of happened was somebody was standing on my throat and kicking me in the side of the head, because I was swinging and couldn't hit anything or the guy had some really long arms. They left me for dead thought they had beat me to death, about 3 in the morning someone found out I was not dead and carried me in the house and sat me in a kitchen chair backwards, when I woke up I couldn't see out of my right eye, I thought he must have blinded me, I reached up and my eyeball was hanging on my cheek, I pushed on it and it popped back into my head, and I could see a little bit of light, I had a concussion over my right ear, my jaw was broken in front of my ear, my jaw was broken by my nose and in between my front teeth and my nose was smashed, my concussion was so bad that when I would try to think of something to say I would not remember it by the time I tried to say it, they took me to my apartment and dropped me off because they thought I might die and they didn't want me to die in their house, it took me until the next morning to remember a girls phone number and be able to call it and say help, she recognized my voice and sent the police, by the time they got there I was unconscious, they took me to the hospital, I was in critical condition for a week, It was just the Lord that kept me alive because He knew He had a work for my life latter on.

But my life didn't change, after that when I got drunk I became violent, and another spirit would take me over, I would speak with a accent at times, and people said there was a whole different look that would come over me, my life became completely out of control.

I meant a girl, who latter became my wife, and she helped me to straighten up a little but I still drank and did drugs, my life was miserable, I would come home drunk and if she said anything or got in my face I would beat her up, there was times I would cry and beat my head into the wall and think why am I doing this? I must be crazy, I didn't know about spiritual battles I thought everything I did, was because of me, I would wake up the next morning and have to get a drink to keep from being sick, I would see her all beaten up and be so sorry and say, honey I'll never do that again, but I was bound the next night the same thing would happen all over again.

We were living at her mothers house and I woke up early one Saturday morning to sneak out of the house to go to a union meeting, the only reason I was going was to get drunk, I drank all day in the hot sun and smoked dope, when I got ready to leave, I was trying to roll a joint when I was backing out and ran into a car, but nobody saw so I just drove of, then I realized I was going the wrong way to go to the highway to go home, I saw a place to turn around, then I had a black out, barley remember red lights, and some one trying to ask me questions, then I woke up hanging on the bars of a cell screaming and cussing at the cops, then they told me my wife was there to get me out, they had me on 11 different charges, forcing a police officer off the road, resisting arrest, drunken driving, possession, improper registration and I don't know what all, I got a lawyer and it cost me 2000 dollars to stay out of jail, I had to go to drunk driving school and was put on paper for a year.

I didn't know but the people that moved in next door to my Mothern-law were Pentecostal and they had been praying for me and my wife and talking to her about God, the night I got arrested, my wife prayed for me to be in jail instead of dead and God answered her prayer.

I went to the school saw pictures of people killed by drunken drivers and wrecks with bodies stuffed up under fender wells, but I thought that's not going to happen to me and just used the time coming home to stop get drunk, when the school was over and the class was dismissed the instructor let everyone go but me, He told me I needed to seek further help, I just brushed it off.

A couple of weeks latter my wife and I were driving down a highway, I was driving without a license and drinking a beer, I looked over to the right and saw a sign of a dove on a pole, I ask my wife what's that some kind of a new shopping center, she said no those weird people that live next door to mama

go to church there, I said oh yea, and started to take a drink out of my beer, when I did I felt a tingle all over me, it was the Spirit of God but I didn't know what it was because I didn't even know you could feel the Spirit of God, people in that church must have been praying for sinners going down the highway and I must have got caught in their prayer net. I look at the beer in my had and thought you know maybe I ought to do something about this, I knew I needed help but I couldn't admit it to myself or anyone else, you see I was a big bad biker and I couldn't admit I was weak in any way, not even to myself, so I had to play a psyche game on myself , I knew they had a program where I worked for a person to go in the hospital and dry out for 30 days, I thought I've been working to hard anyway, I'll go in the hospital, lay around eat the food, get fat and take a vacation on company time.

I couldn't admit I needed help to my wife so I told my her I had to go into the hospital that the people at the drunk driving school were making me, so I went to the hospital and checked in, I told them I really didn't have a problem, I only drank about a 6 pack a day, but they are use to people lying to them, they told me when I got out I would have to go to meetings and change my circle of friends, I thought I'm not going to try to change friends I have known all my life, I can't say I don't drink anymore so I don't know you anymore, that's crazy. Every time they told me I would have to go to these meetings, I would have the thought you need to go to church, you need to get close to God, I thought this place must really be getting to me, why am I having these crazy thoughts.

I had been in the hospital about 3 weeks, and there came a knock on my door and the nurse said there is a friend of yours here to see you, I opened the door and saw a dude standing there with a black suit on, hair cut short and Bible in His hand and his old lady was with him, I looked at this guy and had to take a double look, the last time I saw him he had left his old lady and six kids, had long hair and was living at a party house I had, with another woman he had two kids by. I said what happened to you, he said that he had repented, was baptized in Jesus Name for the remission of his sins and the spirit of God came down and started living inside of him, I thought this guy is a little bit out on a limb, but whatever his bag is its ok. They talked to me for a little while and ask me if I would come to church when I got out, I told them I had been thinking about it but I aint gonna let no one trap me into nothing.

I got out of the hospital and tried to go to a couple of meetings, but when I left there I would be in worse shape than when I went, all they talked about was drinking and drugging, I thought if I go to those things I know I'll start using.

I needed a ride because I had lost my license, so I put a notice up on the bullate board, they had just hired a bunch of kids, and there was a young boy who came by and said I just live a couple blocks away I'll give you a ride, little did I know he was a Holy Ghost Filled Christian, the son of a preacher, when he came to pick me up he had another Christian boy 19 that also road with him, I got in the back seat and on the way to work they would talk about the Bible to one another, at first I didn't say anything because you can't talk about something you don't know about, and besides that I always thought Christians were wimps and that they were weak, I had never been around anybody who talked about God in the right way.

These guys started talking about so much that was in the Bible, I thought they know I don't know anything about the Bible so they are just trying to pull something over on me, all that stuff can't be in that Bible, so I went to a junk store and got a little green N.T. Bible and took it out to the car the next day and told them, I've got a Bible here and if that stuff you guys have been telling me is not in there I got you.

They laughed and told me that it was the word of God and the only way I could understand it was to pray and ask God to show me how and gave me an example so I could understand what they meant.

So I prayed and read a little, I was so burnt out, I had lost most of my comprehension and could barley read, I read a little bit of the beatitudes, I thought this is good if these young boys can live like that I'm not going to say anything against it, but I just couldn't do it, I've been down to many roads in life and it seemed like something that had happened a long time ago, it wouldn't work in my life.

For two and a half months I road with them fighting wanting a drink and wanting to get high every day, I had slowed down on smoking pot or popping pills and getting high, because it just gave me cotton mouth and made me want to drink that much more, but I still was smoking three packs of cool cigarettes in a day, because I was nervous from not drinking.

One morning I woke up after two and a half months and I knew my will‑power was gone, I had to have a drink. On the way to work I had them drop me off in front of the tavern, I know they started praying for me.

I went into the tavern and ordered a beer, I never did like the way beer tasted, I just drank to get drunk, but when I took a drink it tasted just as sweet and good as could be, I thought could Satan be tempting me, because of what these guys had been telling me.

In treatment they told me to call my wife if I went back to drinking, not just to come in after being sober for two or three months and beat her up out of the clear blue, let her be ready for it, so I took the beer and went into the other room where there was a phone to call her, I called her and told her I went back to drinking, she called the neighbors and ask them to pray, they said we will but you need to come to church, she said I will but I don't think Larry will.

Meantime I am back in the tavern and it took me about a hour to drink that beer, I thought about all the things they had taught me in treatment, all the times I had been busted, all the fights I had been in and all the things I had did that I was ashamed of, God started talking to me and told me if I went back to that bottle, I would either be killed in a drunken car or bike wreck, or in a bar room fight, I only weighed 130 lbs. And was a loud mouth sloppy drunk, every time I went into a bar I got into a fight, or I was going to get put in prison for something illegal I was doing to just keep my habits going and to pay the drug man back, for getting me out of jail and fronting me. I knew your life expectancy in prison was only 2yrs and it wasn't that long for a little guy with a big mouth.

I spoke to God and said these guys I ride with tells me you can change a persons life, what have I got to loose, all I have is death ahead of me anyway, I might as well take a chance with you, but I don't know how, you're going to have to show me how.

That night, I was riding home with those boys and was sitting in the front seat, they would make me roll down the window when I smoked, I coughed when I lit up a cigarette, the boy in the back seat said if cigarettes made me cough like that I would quit smoking, I remember looking over my shoulder at him and saying I wish I could and thinking in my mind I wish I could quit smoking, doing drugs, drinking and doing all these things I know are wrong. He said why don't you pray about it and ask God to make you choke where you can't breathe, or sick to your stomach, or whatever He has to do to deliver you.

I thought, I asked God to show me how to take a chance with Him back in the tavern, maybe that is the way, by praying.

That night when I got home I got down by the bed to pray and the only prayer I knew was what they had made me say in treatment, the Lords Prayer, but I couldn't remember all of it so I said what I could remember and said take theses cigarettes, drugs and alcohol away and went on to bed.

The next morning when I got up I couldn't wait to see if God worked, I grabbed

a cigarette, lit it up and started walking down the hall to the living room, the cigarette tasted just as good as it ever did, I thought these guys have really got me tripping on this God stuff, they have really got me psyched out, I know God doesn't answer prayer.

When I was 11 yrs old my dad laid at home for a year dying with cancer, I prayed he wouldn't die, he died anyway so I thought God may be what started everything but He doesn't do anything about it after it got going, He doesn't answer prayer.

I came around the corner of the living room flipped on the TV just to have noise on, went over and sat down on the couch and picked up that little green Bible off the table I opened it to a place where Jesus was saying "anything you ask in my name, I will do it." just then I heard in the Name of Jesus, I looked up and they had prayed a prayer on the 700 club and ended it by saying in the Name of Jesus, I had never herd the Name of Jesus used in prayer,

I thought these people must believe that, I just herd them pray in the Name of Jesus and I just read it, and these guys I ride with tells me this is the word of God and he can not lie.

So I spoke to God and said God I want to know if you are real, or if this is just some kind of a fairy tail or smoke screen somebody is blowing at me, I wasn't trying to be smart , I really wanted to know if He was real, I felt like I needed to pray, I didn't know where to go to be alone to pray, I didn't want anyone to see me pray it would embarrass me, so I went into the bathroom and closed the door, I prayed God deliver me from drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol, and all these things that are wrong in my life, do whatever you have to do, make me choke where I can't breathe, make me sick to my stomach, or whatever you have to do I ask this in the Name of Jesus. That verse ran through my head again and I thought I'm going to believe it. I stepped out of the bathroom and it was like something slapped me in the face, I wanted a cigarette so bad I couldn't hardly stand it, I thought I can't smoke a cigarette now I just got through praying about it, I've got to wait at least 10 or 15 minutes or I'll feel bad.

My wife had got up and was sitting on the other end of the couch, so I went in and sat down and tried to read that bible, but all I could think is I've got to have a cigarette, I waited about 10 minutes, picked up a cigarette and lit it when I did I coughed, I thought this can't be happening, I waited until I got over coughing and took another drag, I started chocking, I though, no this really isn't happening, after I got over chocking, I took another drag and started strangling, my wife took the cigarette out of my hand and I ran into the bathroom and got sick to my stomach.

When I came out of the bathroom, I new that God had answered my prayer just like I had answered it, and He took the desire, the want to for cigarettes, drugs and alcohol completely away.

The second time I went to church, God showed me how to repent and filled me with the Holy Ghost as the Spirit gave the utterance, one week later I was baptized in Jesus Name for the remission of my sins, my wife repented, was baptized in Jesus Name and received the Holy Ghost 4 days latter.

I'm not proud of my past, but I am proud of being able to serve a God of deliverance.

God has kept my wife and I by his grace and the power of His Spirit for 29 years and has enabled us to be used in the ministry serving others for all that time, God opened the doors for me to become a licensed Minister in the U. P. C. I. 15 yrs. ago.

If He delivered me and my wife he can deliver you, He is no respecter of persons, He is rich to all who call upon Him.

When Jesus was ask who could be saved He said in Luke 10:27 ........With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.