From Death to Life
Reverend David Schneer
Hello.... I pray my testimony will be a blessing and encouragement to you, I would ask you, if it has blessed you,that you would take a moment to pray, and ask God to lead you to someone to share it with. I would like to take a moment to extend an invitation, if you do not already have a home church, to come and fellowship with us. Our Services are Sunday morning at 10:00 a.m., with Children's Church running concurrently. If you have a need for prayer, or wish to talk about this testimony, Please feel free to call me at 937-464-4380.
In myself I am nothing… "I am crucified with Christ: Nevertheless I live; Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: And the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, Who loved me, and gave himself for me." Galatians 2:20, KJV Sincerely, David Schneer.
From Death To Life
February 1970 marked an end and a new beginning to our young lives. To Sandy, it brought an end to a promising career opportunity, as a country music singer. At the tender age of 16 she had landed a recording contract and a spot on the Pete Drake Road show in Nashville, Tennessee. As my new bride, she gave in to my wishes and did not accept the quote "once in a lifetime opportunity." I felt at the time that I would support this family. But the LORD takes the foolish thing to confound the wise. It was a new beginning for me. I never had anyone to really take care of before, no real responsibility. I came from a good home where everything was provided. Our first years were great. I found a good job. At the time they were plentiful. Sandy was home being a good housewife. As time went by, she taught me how to play the guitar. Later we decided to use that voice she has by forming a country music band. Our band would go from honky tonk to honky tonk, from jam session to jam session, really packing them in. After a few years of this, I had really gotten burned out. At the same time we started a grocery store carryout and I was still working a full time job. The time came when our group disbanded and each went their separate way. Sandy and I took a breather from the country music business.
"ON JUNE 25th The Devil Came To Collect"
During that time I started missing the nightlife . I joined another group. Only this time ,I had joined more than just the group.I found myself getting deeper and deeper into the devil's traps. Along with this, we made a bad business deal in selling our store and lost $15,000 dollars. Sandy had gone backto the night clubs by way of another band.On weekends ,she would go her way and I would go mine. Our marriage, needless to say,was in trouble. We had separated and come back together more times than I care to remember. Our children got used to having babysitters every weekend.This life we were living was taking it's toll on them as well.I don't think at this point in my life ,I went three days straight without alcohol or smoking pot. I was never satisified anywhere I went, or anything I did. My life was in shambles and I KNEW IT. On June 25th ,1982 the devil came to collect "FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH". June 25th, was my youngest daughter's birthday. Sandy was planning a party at home, but I was planning my own party. I had taken my family over to a friend;s house after the birthday party. My brother ,Gary,my friend, and myself left to get a six pack. This was only an excuse.After a night of drinking, partying, and bar hopping, we wereon our way back to pickup my family at 2:30 in the morning. We had just left the last bar, going down a straight stretch of road on U.S. 33, when a state trooper turned onhis lights behind us. By this time,we were all wasted and not wanting to chat with the trooper,we preceded to get away from him. Later, he had told me that, when we reached that curve at 105 mph, he didn;t even see a brake light! Our car hit a driveway, went airborne, and clipped a utility pole off at 12'above the ground. On top of this pole was a 7500-volt transformer.The wires that were lying over our car,started the car on fire. The patrolman extinquished the fire. Our friend ,crawled out the broken rear window . My brother and I were pinned in the wreckage for over an hour,while they waited for the power company to turn the electricity off. The jaws of life were used to free us, cutting the top off of the '76 Chevy Caprice we were in. They then transported us to the nearest hospital, which was in Bellefontaine.Knowing our injuries were great they sent us to Lima Memorial Hospital.
The devil did not kill me…he was trying to get me to kill myself
Once there, they found that my brother had a shattered left leg. In order to examine me they had to tie me down. I was, as my wife later described it, acting and looking like the girl in the movie "The Exorcist." She said she could see the hate in my eyes. I even cussed out my own mother when she came in the room. At one point I remember talking real sweet to my wife and talked her into untying one of my hands. After she did, I reached over and started tearing out all the tubes they had sticking in me. Looking back I believe that since the devil did not kill me in the accident, he was trying to get me to kill myself in that hospital room. I had taken the full impact of hitting that pole at over 100 mph. The car hit the pole on the driver's side pushing it over half way across the front seat. In doing so, it shattered my left leg and pelvis, broke my collarbone, gave me a concussion and ruptured my diaphragm, shoving my stomach and intestines up into my lungs. As they were waiting on the alcohol level in my blood to go down so they could operate, one of my lungs collapsed. This is where my testimony really begins. They rushed me into surgery and while I was I surgery I found myself in a waiting room area of the hospital, I was seeing a nurse behind a desk and people walking around. This was the first time I realized where I was. I remember thinking, "I'm in the hospital." Just after thinking this, I left that room and found myself in the midst of such an evil presence I cannot describe it in words. It was all around me and I was in such fear and torment. I don't know how long I was in the presence because time did not seem to be. But then, I can only describe it as, a door of "all knowledge" opened. It was anything you ever wanted to know; you knew it. All you had to do was think of something and you automatically new the perfect answer. Then I became aware of this love that surrounded me. Where once was this fear, now joy and peace just seemed to overwhelm me. At this point I knew that I would be made whole again, that I would do everything that I did before, physically. But at this same time I knew that God had given me another chance to live this life for him. I could not go back to the old life I was living. If I had to describe this experience I had while on the operating table in one word, it would have to be righteousness!"…Perfect Peace…" Waking up in the recovery room, I heard the doctor telling Sandy that they almost lost me on the table and if I made it, I would never walk again. They said I would be in the hospital for 6 months. Well, when Sandy came in I had tubes sticking out all over me. I must have been quite a sight because one of my brothers came in and got sick. I want to tell you they no longer had to tie me down because I was a changed person. I had something that I never really had before. It was perfect peace. I was making such a speedy recovery that I came home 5 weeks after the accident. Before I came home a preacher came to see me and asked if I wanted to receive Jesus Christ as my Personal Savior, Needless to say, I did. I promised the preacher that I would come to his church as soon as I was able. A few weeks after I was home I told Sandy that I was going to go to church the next Sunday. She did not believe me. But when Sunday came, I went to church. She then said I was trying to pull a new trick on her. Remember, we were ready for a divorce before my accident. Several Sundays came would do only a pand went and I didn't miss a one. I even had the kids going with me. At the same time I was still on crutches and I was having trouble bending my left leg. It wouldn't bend past a 30-degree angle. The doctor told me to sit on a table and put a 5 lb. Weight on it and exercise. I put a 30 lb. weight on it and it still wouldn't bend. So the doctor put me back in the hospital, put me to sleep and, "I'll bend it" But when I woke up he said the muscle had grown into the bone. Therefore, I would always have a stiff leg. Now I had never told anyone about my experience on the first operation table. So I did not believe the doctor when he told me this. I knew that this leg would bend as before, because I didn't believe that God would do only a partial healing!I kept praying to him and saying to Him, "LORD, I want to get down on my knee and thank You for saving me and healing me and I can't do that with a stiff leg. So, God you're going to have to do something about this!"
Now I was a baby in the LORD, but this wn and start walking on those legs again, they will bend!" Praise the LORD that is exactly what happened! The doctor could not believe it when he kept examining me; my leg would bend a little more every time until it was as good as new! It was during this time that I began to tell Sandy of the righteous experience I had had. Then I believe she started to believe I was really serious about this "born again" stuff. I would go to church every Sunday and the pastor would ask, "Where is your wife?" I didn't want to tell him that she was out in the bars the night before singing in a Country Band and she said she would feel like a hypocrite going to church. When I did finally tell him, he came to the house and told Sandy, "Don't let devil stop you from doing what the LORD would have you to do." So he talked her into coming to church and bringing her guitar and singing a song. The next Sunday came Sandy, the girls and I all went to church. Sandy was almost finished with her song when she put down her guitar and raised her right hand and said, "From this time forth. I will only sing for the LORD." She then proceeded to give her heart to the LORD. …tragedy turned to triumph… Time does not permit me to tell you how the LORD brought us out of over 47,000 in debt, gave us a home with the title deed, when I had not even had a job in over 2 years. Or how he has healed our marriage, or how He has used us in ministering in song and testimony. Or how I had fought the call on my life to preach His gospel, but now I have accepted it as His will for my life. But I would like to say before I close that the LORD has taken a tragic occurrence in my life and turned it around and made it into the best thing that ever happened to this poor boy! Through this tragedy turned to triumph, my brother that was in the car with me is serving the LORD today. My mother was saved because of this. And this testimony that God has given me has touched many, by way of the 700 Club. God is truly good and He will work the most tragic events to His glory if only we will let Him."For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
Victory Chapel of Praise 13634 St. Rt. 235 Located between Alger and Roundhead Next to Pleasant Hill Cemetery .
Pastor: David & Sandra Schneer Phone: 937-464-4380
Reverend David Schneer
Hello.... I pray my testimony will be a blessing and encouragement to you, I would ask you, if it has blessed you,that you would take a moment to pray, and ask God to lead you to someone to share it with. I would like to take a moment to extend an invitation, if you do not already have a home church, to come and fellowship with us. Our Services are Sunday morning at 10:00 a.m., with Children's Church running concurrently. If you have a need for prayer, or wish to talk about this testimony, Please feel free to call me at 937-464-4380.
In myself I am nothing… "I am crucified with Christ: Nevertheless I live; Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: And the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, Who loved me, and gave himself for me." Galatians 2:20, KJV Sincerely, David Schneer.
From Death To Life
February 1970 marked an end and a new beginning to our young lives. To Sandy, it brought an end to a promising career opportunity, as a country music singer. At the tender age of 16 she had landed a recording contract and a spot on the Pete Drake Road show in Nashville, Tennessee. As my new bride, she gave in to my wishes and did not accept the quote "once in a lifetime opportunity." I felt at the time that I would support this family. But the LORD takes the foolish thing to confound the wise. It was a new beginning for me. I never had anyone to really take care of before, no real responsibility. I came from a good home where everything was provided. Our first years were great. I found a good job. At the time they were plentiful. Sandy was home being a good housewife. As time went by, she taught me how to play the guitar. Later we decided to use that voice she has by forming a country music band. Our band would go from honky tonk to honky tonk, from jam session to jam session, really packing them in. After a few years of this, I had really gotten burned out. At the same time we started a grocery store carryout and I was still working a full time job. The time came when our group disbanded and each went their separate way. Sandy and I took a breather from the country music business.
"ON JUNE 25th The Devil Came To Collect"
During that time I started missing the nightlife . I joined another group. Only this time ,I had joined more than just the group.I found myself getting deeper and deeper into the devil's traps. Along with this, we made a bad business deal in selling our store and lost $15,000 dollars. Sandy had gone backto the night clubs by way of another band.On weekends ,she would go her way and I would go mine. Our marriage, needless to say,was in trouble. We had separated and come back together more times than I care to remember. Our children got used to having babysitters every weekend.This life we were living was taking it's toll on them as well.I don't think at this point in my life ,I went three days straight without alcohol or smoking pot. I was never satisified anywhere I went, or anything I did. My life was in shambles and I KNEW IT. On June 25th ,1982 the devil came to collect "FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH". June 25th, was my youngest daughter's birthday. Sandy was planning a party at home, but I was planning my own party. I had taken my family over to a friend;s house after the birthday party. My brother ,Gary,my friend, and myself left to get a six pack. This was only an excuse.After a night of drinking, partying, and bar hopping, we wereon our way back to pickup my family at 2:30 in the morning. We had just left the last bar, going down a straight stretch of road on U.S. 33, when a state trooper turned onhis lights behind us. By this time,we were all wasted and not wanting to chat with the trooper,we preceded to get away from him. Later, he had told me that, when we reached that curve at 105 mph, he didn;t even see a brake light! Our car hit a driveway, went airborne, and clipped a utility pole off at 12'above the ground. On top of this pole was a 7500-volt transformer.The wires that were lying over our car,started the car on fire. The patrolman extinquished the fire. Our friend ,crawled out the broken rear window . My brother and I were pinned in the wreckage for over an hour,while they waited for the power company to turn the electricity off. The jaws of life were used to free us, cutting the top off of the '76 Chevy Caprice we were in. They then transported us to the nearest hospital, which was in Bellefontaine.Knowing our injuries were great they sent us to Lima Memorial Hospital.
The devil did not kill me…he was trying to get me to kill myself
Once there, they found that my brother had a shattered left leg. In order to examine me they had to tie me down. I was, as my wife later described it, acting and looking like the girl in the movie "The Exorcist." She said she could see the hate in my eyes. I even cussed out my own mother when she came in the room. At one point I remember talking real sweet to my wife and talked her into untying one of my hands. After she did, I reached over and started tearing out all the tubes they had sticking in me. Looking back I believe that since the devil did not kill me in the accident, he was trying to get me to kill myself in that hospital room. I had taken the full impact of hitting that pole at over 100 mph. The car hit the pole on the driver's side pushing it over half way across the front seat. In doing so, it shattered my left leg and pelvis, broke my collarbone, gave me a concussion and ruptured my diaphragm, shoving my stomach and intestines up into my lungs. As they were waiting on the alcohol level in my blood to go down so they could operate, one of my lungs collapsed. This is where my testimony really begins. They rushed me into surgery and while I was I surgery I found myself in a waiting room area of the hospital, I was seeing a nurse behind a desk and people walking around. This was the first time I realized where I was. I remember thinking, "I'm in the hospital." Just after thinking this, I left that room and found myself in the midst of such an evil presence I cannot describe it in words. It was all around me and I was in such fear and torment. I don't know how long I was in the presence because time did not seem to be. But then, I can only describe it as, a door of "all knowledge" opened. It was anything you ever wanted to know; you knew it. All you had to do was think of something and you automatically new the perfect answer. Then I became aware of this love that surrounded me. Where once was this fear, now joy and peace just seemed to overwhelm me. At this point I knew that I would be made whole again, that I would do everything that I did before, physically. But at this same time I knew that God had given me another chance to live this life for him. I could not go back to the old life I was living. If I had to describe this experience I had while on the operating table in one word, it would have to be righteousness!"…Perfect Peace…" Waking up in the recovery room, I heard the doctor telling Sandy that they almost lost me on the table and if I made it, I would never walk again. They said I would be in the hospital for 6 months. Well, when Sandy came in I had tubes sticking out all over me. I must have been quite a sight because one of my brothers came in and got sick. I want to tell you they no longer had to tie me down because I was a changed person. I had something that I never really had before. It was perfect peace. I was making such a speedy recovery that I came home 5 weeks after the accident. Before I came home a preacher came to see me and asked if I wanted to receive Jesus Christ as my Personal Savior, Needless to say, I did. I promised the preacher that I would come to his church as soon as I was able. A few weeks after I was home I told Sandy that I was going to go to church the next Sunday. She did not believe me. But when Sunday came, I went to church. She then said I was trying to pull a new trick on her. Remember, we were ready for a divorce before my accident. Several Sundays came would do only a pand went and I didn't miss a one. I even had the kids going with me. At the same time I was still on crutches and I was having trouble bending my left leg. It wouldn't bend past a 30-degree angle. The doctor told me to sit on a table and put a 5 lb. Weight on it and exercise. I put a 30 lb. weight on it and it still wouldn't bend. So the doctor put me back in the hospital, put me to sleep and, "I'll bend it" But when I woke up he said the muscle had grown into the bone. Therefore, I would always have a stiff leg. Now I had never told anyone about my experience on the first operation table. So I did not believe the doctor when he told me this. I knew that this leg would bend as before, because I didn't believe that God would do only a partial healing!I kept praying to him and saying to Him, "LORD, I want to get down on my knee and thank You for saving me and healing me and I can't do that with a stiff leg. So, God you're going to have to do something about this!"
Now I was a baby in the LORD, but this wn and start walking on those legs again, they will bend!" Praise the LORD that is exactly what happened! The doctor could not believe it when he kept examining me; my leg would bend a little more every time until it was as good as new! It was during this time that I began to tell Sandy of the righteous experience I had had. Then I believe she started to believe I was really serious about this "born again" stuff. I would go to church every Sunday and the pastor would ask, "Where is your wife?" I didn't want to tell him that she was out in the bars the night before singing in a Country Band and she said she would feel like a hypocrite going to church. When I did finally tell him, he came to the house and told Sandy, "Don't let devil stop you from doing what the LORD would have you to do." So he talked her into coming to church and bringing her guitar and singing a song. The next Sunday came Sandy, the girls and I all went to church. Sandy was almost finished with her song when she put down her guitar and raised her right hand and said, "From this time forth. I will only sing for the LORD." She then proceeded to give her heart to the LORD. …tragedy turned to triumph… Time does not permit me to tell you how the LORD brought us out of over 47,000 in debt, gave us a home with the title deed, when I had not even had a job in over 2 years. Or how he has healed our marriage, or how He has used us in ministering in song and testimony. Or how I had fought the call on my life to preach His gospel, but now I have accepted it as His will for my life. But I would like to say before I close that the LORD has taken a tragic occurrence in my life and turned it around and made it into the best thing that ever happened to this poor boy! Through this tragedy turned to triumph, my brother that was in the car with me is serving the LORD today. My mother was saved because of this. And this testimony that God has given me has touched many, by way of the 700 Club. God is truly good and He will work the most tragic events to His glory if only we will let Him."For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
Victory Chapel of Praise 13634 St. Rt. 235 Located between Alger and Roundhead Next to Pleasant Hill Cemetery .
Pastor: David & Sandra Schneer Phone: 937-464-4380
