My Personal Testimony

Steve Durkac, 1979

As a teenager in the cold snowy, over-cast, small Northeast Ohio town of Rossford, during the heavy metal punk-rock era of the late 70′s, my life took a detour from what should have been a typical mid-America working class home upbringing.

As a 6th grade student I had a friend whose relative introduced us to a world that looked more like a Cheech and Chong movie, than the stable Catholic homes we were both from.

Before I made it to High School, my life became only as hopeful as my next hit of panama red, mescaline, angel dust, or the ”Keep On Truckin’” blotter acid sheets, leading me to an arrest and stay at the county Juvenile Detention facility.

My high school years were marked by suspensions for selling drugs and car accidents for using drugs.

By the time I was 17 years old, I was resigned to having no hope, want, or expectation to see my 21st birthday. However, meeting Jesus Christ as my personal Savior, brought me
a new purpose, identity, and a God-given plan for my life!

Here’s how it happened…

The summer of 1980, following High School, was a time of waking to the guzzle of warm Budweiser, the sweet-smelling aroma of slow burning cannabis, and the befuddled daze
of acid, mushrooms, and coke.

I was the lead singer for the rock band Pyramid and that was a summer of playing parties, bars, college campuses, and even radio exposure on the Toledo, Ohio rock station where I was interviewed for the release of our heavy-metal single “Hammer Drive Love.”

It was in September of that year, when I was driving home from an area bar where we played, that God reached down and saved me. In the early morning hours of that day, traveling at high-speeds down county roads, I passed out at the wheel while approaching a highway overpass and my vehicle headed over the guardrail above I-75, just south of Toledo, Ohio.

Providentially, an Ohio State Highway Patrolman witnessed the scene as he was heading up the same road toward me, approaching the overpass from the other direction.

I remember staring up into the dark sky and then felt the sensation and sounds of my car slamming unto the pavement…and there before me was the State Trooper’s police car, stopped on the road just 20 to 30 feet before me.

I remember sitting in the back seat of the Trooper’s car with a sense of numbness, knowing he had already removed pot, open containers, and a vile of purple mesc, waiting for the worse, but he was just sitting there. He wasn’t saying anything. He wasn’t writing anything. After what seemed an eternity, he reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror and said to me, “I have 5 counts against you” and he named them one-by-one, along with the punishments of fines and jail-time of each charge, then he said, “…but son, what I saw here tonight was a miracle. It was as if the hand of God reached down and put your
car back on the road, and I’m not about to intervene with whatever he wants from you, so I’m not writing any of these charges up.”

His final words to me were, “You need to go home and talk with the Man upstairs and find out what he wants from you.”

Why Save Me?

I did just that, trying to figure-out why a Holy God would bother to save me in the midst of my hell-bound waywardness? Yet, I knew in my heart that God literally reached down and intervened, saving my life, but I needed to know why.

My Catholic background taught me that God was Holy, beyond involvement in our individual lives, and except for the priesthood, He was too Holy to be involved in my sinful
disregard of righteousness.

So, with the convictions of God’s miracle intervention in my life and a sense that my questions needed a different source, I sought out the only person I recognized as having an honest biblical Christian faith - the mother of one of my band mates. Our band practiced in their basement and it was the official home of Pyramid. He and I formed the band four years earlier as Freshman in High School, and for the past four years his mother would conveniently leave her Bible and other Christian literature open and obviously placed on our drums, amps, and on top of my microphones.

When I approached her, however, she said to me in her soft-spoken voice, “Steve, you really need to get help…those drugs are causing you to tell stories.” So, assuming that I was high on drugs again, she gave me a tract called, Four Spiritual Laws and sent me away. Little did she know that I was not high – but on the unknown-to-me experience of the convicting power of the Holy Spirit and serious about my search for an answer as to why God would save me?

Adopted by God

I spent three days reading the tract, and re-reading the tract, and wondering if its message could be true…Did God really have a plan for my life? Can I really trust Him to save me? Why would God want me as His child?

I went out and bought a Bible to check to see if what that tract said was really in there and after that, I knelt at the foot of my bed and prayed the prayer that the Four Spiritual Laws tract suggested.

When I read John 1:12, that God gives us the right to become His children, through faith, I knew how to accept His adoption, because I was an adopted child in a family with four other adopted siblings. Experiencing adoption in my own family, allowed me to trust in God to assume responsibility of my life, because I saw my own parents assume responsibility, through adoption, for me and my brothers and sisters.

I arose from my knees in faith that God had saved me and saved me for a purpose, and the unfolding of that purpose would be in my faithfulness in Scripture, my new standard of truth.

God Has a Plan for Me?

I began devouring Scripture, even though I was considered functionally illiterate, I knew God was speaking to me through His Word and I couldn’t get enough. I walked away from
Catholicism and began a church search for a fellowship that offered deep Bible study.

Someone told me to read the gospel of John because it would be easier to understand, which it was, but I wanted to read what else this Apostle John wrote in Scripture, and that led me to the book of Revelation.

Unfortunately, the churches and pastors I visited tried to turn me away from studying the book of Revelation, until a former band mate invited me to visit his church.

On that day, June 12 1981, a layman preached a sermon on the Bible and how the Holy Spirit interprets the truth of God’s will for our lives directly to us. I knew in my heart that the message was for me, that the purpose of my life was to proclaim this very message, and on that day the conviction of my heart became to call others to ”…go home and talk with the Man upstairs.”

A Conviction to Serve

My life turned from that day from a passion to sing rock and roll to proclaim the gospel of Christ. I went on from that day to seminary and to serve as an evangelist, a pastor, a hospital chaplain, and am today, involved in a nondenominational simple church ministry in Mobile, Alabama.

How About God’s Plan for You?

Perhaps you have not yet discovered God’s plan for your life? Friend, God does have a purpose for you. You may not feel like it, but know this – feeling is like a caboose! A
locomotive doesn’t need a caboose to get to its destination. And God does have
a destination for you!

Why not begin where I did and read what I read - Four Spiritual Laws?