VIKTOR SAARI MINISTRIES

 Monday December 3, 2007. That’s the day my life changed, forever. I finally understood what sin leads to, is intended for and where it will take you. Because realise this and realise it quickly! Sin will take you on the worst ride you have ever been on. You may think you have had tragedies in your life, you may think you are going through hard times, but you haven’t seen anything yet! No, you can’t even imagine what the Devil has planned for you and the rest of eternity. You do not even want to begin to wonder about it, because it’s atrocious! You think that there is torture in this world? Well, I’ve got news for you; you have no idea how bad the torture of hell will be!

So, would you like me to share my story of December 3, 2007? It will change your life and you will see the works of the Devil in their true light. A few of years ago I made the biggest mistake in my life. If I would have continued down that road, I would have lost my life, literally.

December 3, 2007, it was just supposed to be another day at work. Just another day of tearing out drywall, hammering nails and just putting in a good days work. Truth be told, I had gotten into a comfort zone. A harsh realisation as I look at the clock. 8:15, we the group of labourers are being told what our jobs are for the day. A few are told what they are to do, and hurry off. Four people left, I am in this group of four, who are to be the beneficiaries of bad news.

Our boss has a look of disgust, as he tells us what we are going to be doing. He tells us we are going to a house we had worked on in the summer, one that I had painted. This would not be good news for me, for I would know all the colors, of all the rooms inside of this house. Our boss then proceeds to tell us with a lump in his throat, what the job for our group of four would be. We are to go cleanup a suicide.

The bad news did not stop there though, there was still more to the story to be told. The blood we were to be cleaning up had Hepatitis C in it. Hepatitis C is a disease that will turn your skin yellow, affect your liver and eventually cause liver disease. Now, it had been a few days since the event had happened. The disease was dead and we would in no way be endangered. But still, it was a freighting thought that we were to be dealing with blood that had held a disease in it.

Well, the four of us as you might think were not in the least thrilled to hear the news of what our day held. After hearing what was said, I look over to my co-worker, he is holding his hand over his mouth. It was as if he held it there to keep himself from throwing up. But, he still did not realise what we were about to see.

We arrive at the house at 9:15. We are to meet with this man’s girlfriend, so that she can let us in. 9:30, still no sign of her. That’s ok with this group of four, because we really do not want to do this job. 9:45, still no sign of her. Now this group of four is growing with anticipation, with hopes that maybe she will not come. They start suggesting to each other that maybe we should just go. Time begins to pass and one would think that the nervousness might lessen, in the prospect that she might not come. But it only grows. Two in the group smoke and they are both in the same vehicle. The white smoke they are producing billows out of their vehicle. They have now been smoking for just about 45 minutes.

10:00, what we have feared has come true, she has arrived. The group of four gets dressed. We put on full zoot-suits, with rubber gloves that we double up on. We begin to go in by the back door, the smell of the blood and everything else that has been thrown around is horrific. We all go back for respirators. We start back for the door, two go in first and I am the third in the door. The fourth person in the group gets to the door once again and takes a few steps in. He again starts gagging and goes back outside. He can’t do it he says, I just can’t do it. The group is now down to three, our day at this house has now been extended. We will spend even more time taking in the aftermath of what has happened.

I walk in through the back door. The first room is the kitchen, it is not too bad but there is still blood spattered all over the floor. We are to clean this up. It would have been easy except that as this man was losing blood as he had gone through the whole house, throwing whatever he could. So there were all kinds of dishes, foods and other kitchen tools all over the floor. Still I thought, this is not too bad, I just hope this is the worst of it.

I keep walking; the kitchen leads to a hallway. In the hallway I begin to see just how much blood is all over the place. Thank goodness we do not have to clean the walls, just the contents of the house. Because there in the hallway are huge streaks of blood, where this mans arms had hit the walls. From the hallway I go to the bedroom on the right. When I first look in I see only a little bit of blood on one of many mirrors that had been shattered by this man.

As I go further in though, I see there is what used to be a pool of blood on the top of the bed sheets. But the blood had now become hard and was dark in color, almost black. I turn around to start leaving the bedroom and see the light switch I had put up. It now had a finger print of blood on it. A flash goes off in my head, I get a glimpse of a man staggering and turning off the light, in this darkly colored bedroom.

I continue through the house and make my way to the living room. This part of the house is not as bad. All he had done here was throw a few things; breaking the TV in the process. The only blood that was in the room was where he had dripped it in the path that he had walked. I am then told by a fellow co-worker that this event had all started in the downstairs bathroom. I am told not to go down there, but I go despite this warning.

As I make my way downstairs I see there are bloody footsteps and more marks on the walls of the corridor that leads downstairs. I get to the bathroom, the door is shut. Before I open the door I remember what color the bathroom had just been painted, white. As I open the door I do not see any white, no all I see is a dark red, almost brown color. It was blood. It had come when this man had slit his wrists. The blood had gone everywhere, splattering all over the ceiling and all over the sink. The blood covered the floor in all but two spots. They were the two spots this man’s feet had been in when he committed this gruesome act.

I could just feel the pain this man was going through. Another flash goes off in my head; I see a picture of this man just screaming out in hate. Then I followed him as he made his way through the house. He begins to leave the spot of where he has just committed the gruesome act, the place that he has just spilled his blood all over. He steps in his own blood as he makes his way out of the bathroom. He is already beginning to stagger because he has lost a lot of blood, even though the event has just taken place.

He hits one wall then another, of this grimy unfinished laundry room downstairs. He leaves big smears of blood as his wrists hit the wall in an attempt to hold himself up. He is leaving behind the exact trail he is on with the bloody footprints. This is what makes it so real; you can actually see the lines that are in his feet. The film in my head does not end there though; it continues to follow him as he makes his way upstairs.

The man continues walking up the stairs, which are creaking as he goes. I see where he grabbed hold of the hand railing. This print shows just how much blood was coming out of his wrists, because you could clearly see the lines of his hand and finger prints. On the other side of this corridor there is another big streak of where his other wrist had hit the wall; he is struggling just to make it up the stairs.

Then I hear a voice, first I think someone is calling me. No, nobody is calling me; the voice I hear is coming from the film that I am watching in my head. I realise who is speaking now, a demon. I now listen to what he is saying, something I really did not have to do. Because I now realise the demon is screaming out, he is telling this man to just lose a little more blood. Just a little more blood and you’ll be dead! The reality of how much Satan and his demons hate blood sets in. I realise that they hate it so much because there is life in the blood; this is why the demon is screaming out.

The demon knows he is so close to getting this man spend eternity in hell, just so close. Then, instantly the movie that has been playing in my head stops. Someone is calling me back to work. I experienced more flashes in the day, but nothing was as real as the movie that had played in my head. The harsh reality of what Satan intends for everyone set in that day, as it should for you this day.

I understood now what the Devil intends for my life and will be able to accomplish if I choose to walk in sin. He wants me dead, six feet under the ground. Because see he knows when I am six feet under, I’m no longer a problem to him. If you’re in sin today I suggest you get out. Satan doesn’t care who you are. No, all he wants for you is to spend eternity in hell, being tormented right beside him.

Understand that you do not have a choice whether the bars, drugs or girls feel good. The Bible clearly states that if you are in sin, you’re a slave to it (John 8.34). So realise you don’t have a choice whether the things of the world feel good or not. You are being told by the Devil what feels good and what doesn’t feel good. You don’t have any rights!

Now, you maybe saying to yourself I am not in sin, I am a good Christian. Good, keep it that way! But realise how much people need your help. They need to be shown just how much God loves them. It is up to you, because you are part of His body. You are the only Jesus someone may ever see, so make sure it counts.

Don’t just think you are going to walk away from this message either. Don’t think you’re going to on living the life you were before. Because the Devil sacred, you know too much now. He’s worried maybe one day this word I have spoken will grow inside of you.

That maybe you’ll wake-up one day use this as fuel to your fire to defeat him. Because when you actually realise the graphic truth of what the Devil wants for your future. You will hate him with the same passion and anger that I hate with! My life changed Monday December 3′ 2007. And now whether you like it or not, you’re life just did too.