For a while, I had drifted away from the community of believers. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there — but somehow, little by little, my heart grew cold. I missed one meeting, then another, and before I knew it, weeks had passed. I found myself alone, weighed down on the inside. I felt tired, heavy, and even praying had become hard. It seemed like the light that once shone so brightly in my heart had faded into nothing but a memory.

But one day, when I was completely worn out inside, a thought came to me: “Maybe it’s time to go back… just once. Go and see what happens.” With hesitation, I went to the weekly gathering. Honestly, I didn’t want anyone to notice how far I’d drifted. But within the first few minutes… it was as if God had been waiting for me. That love, that warm presence, those simple yet powerful prayers — they shook my heart. Something inside me broke, and tears just began to flow.

That night, I realized God had never left me, even when I had walked away from Him. From that week on, every meeting became a new step — a healing, a release. I felt the wounds inside me beginning to mend. The things I had struggled with for years slowly started to lose their grip.

Now, every time I think back to that day, all I can do is give thanks. Because through being with the believers, God brought life back into my heart. I learned that blessing and strength are found in being together — in that place where God is among us.

This week in our weekly fellowship, When the topic turned to trusting God, the atmosphere changed in a special way… One of the friends said: “I always relied on my own efforts; I thought if I pushed harder I would definitely see results.” But they said: “This message helped me realise that in some places I must stop relentless striving and hand over the work to the God who has promised to take care of us.”
As I listened, I felt that God was speaking to me directly. In these days I have been through many battles; wars that perhaps no one knows about. But in that very moment I realised that my hope is only in the God who fights for me.
It was as if a gentle voice inside me said: “Be still, I have not forgotten my promises!” And it was not just a message or a talk… God spoke to us through His word. Every verse, every sentence became a living voice that touched our hearts. That’s where we felt that God Himself is among us, speaking to us, strengthening us and giving us fresh hope.
At the end, when the meeting was over, our feeling wasn’t just “we were blessed”… but it was a living testimony of God’s work among us.
We bear witness to the God who still fulfils His promises, still speaks through His word, and still blesses us.

Weekly Fellowship has truly impacted our family relationships. We are a family that does fellowship together, but before, our relationships weren’t good—we argued a lot and spoke little. Now, after doing fellowship, we’ve learned so much. It’s as if a gentleness and love have come into our home. Especially when we pray together or discuss the session topics, our bond feels stronger.
Even my wife is slowly learning to lean on God in hardships rather than the world. These fellowships led her to believe and join our fellowship. Thank God for the blessings of Weekly Fellowship.

Our Weekly Fellowship formed very unexpectedly—it surprised me.
When I believed, I longed to have at least one person beside me to pray and read God’s word together. I often shared the Gospel with my younger brother, whom I love very much, but he wouldn’t accept it. I longed for him to believe.
Six months later something good happened. A friend of my brother, whom we hadn’t heard from in years, messaged and wanted to see him.
My brother asked me to come along. I was happy to go. When we met, my brother’s friend began talking about Christ. It was interesting to me, and I said, “I’m a Christian too.” I felt fresh zeal rise in me. We were both happy because we had both been alone. We started to meet for fellowship and prayed for my brother. Two weeks later, very unexpectedly, God touched my brother’s heart and he believed in Christ.
We were overjoyed—God had surprised us both. We thanked Him for the great work He did for my brother.

After my boss learned that I am a Christian, she treated me poorly—sometimes she wouldn’t even respond when I spoke to her. Because of how hard it became I changed jobs. Some time later I found out she had gotten a divorce and wasn’t allowed to see her children.
She had lost her salon, her wealth—everything she once boasted in.
Through a mutual friend she was invited to our Weekly Fellowship. When we met and made eye contact, all I could say was, “You need Jesus.” She paused and burst into tears. In that meeting God’s presence filled her heart with peace and she gave her heart to Jesus Christ.
She said she hadn’t left the house for months and felt deeply alone. I told her, “You are now a daughter of God and part of His family. Come to Weekly Fellowship—please don’t stay alone.”
We all prayed for her in unity. I believe that through being together she can pass through this hard season better and more easily.

My testimony comes from doing Weekly Fellowship’s practical exercises—I urge you to do them. One time the topic was spending time with God. I hadn’t been spending much time with Him, so I decided to take even a small daily step—to spend time with God and His word. I committed to ten minutes a day. I did it and experienced great peace.
These steps may seem small, but when taken seriously they have a big effect.

In one Weekly Fellowship, the practical step was: wherever we go during the week, pause and then declare Christ’s peace there. I tried to do that wherever I went and saw how God worked.
If a problem arose at work, it was solved in amazing ways, and God blessed me greatly. When I prayed in different situations and declared peace, my work advanced in surprising ways.
My dear friend, take the practical steps of Weekly Fellowship seriously! When we take a step, God blesses us in amazing ways.

From my teens I wanted people to pity me and love me. At 21 I turned to drugs to draw attention. I did many wrong things—stealing, running away, multiple suicide attempts, parties, and more. Over time I became deeply addicted, and my family forced me into rehab.
I always told my mother she was the cause of all my misery, and she kept cursing me. I became a shame to my family. My doctor told them it would be better to hospitalise me in a psychiatric ward. For me it made little difference whether I was at home or in hospital.
For a while my mother stopped cursing me. I asked, “Tired of cursing me because it never worked?
She said, “No—I’m praying for you. I’ve become a Christian.”
I mocked her at first, but a few days later I told her, “If you go to church, I’ll come too.” When I entered, everyone showed me such love that I stayed to the end.
A woman told me, “Do you know God loves you? Do you know He loves you to the point of jealousy?”
That was exactly what I wanted—to be noticed! At the next meeting with my mother, I gave my heart to Jesus.
From that day everything changed. I knew Jesus noticed me and that I mattered to Him.
Now, with a better knowledge of Jesus, I know God has healed me. I understand why all my suicide attempts failed; God preserved me. Through me, several people have come to know and accept Jesus.
Even my doctor is still amazed, and I told him Jesus Christ healed me!

I had drifted away from our fellowship and taken refuge in alcohol, to the point that I ended up in hospital. One night I called a member of our Weekly Fellowship and just cried and complained. My mind was full of unanswered “whys.” Why doesn’t my heavenly Father see me? Why don’t I get better? And much more.
He just listened to me for a time before saying, “We can’t do anything about your past—but we empathise. We can’t change your past because it’s past. But today, we’re here to take your hand. Come out of the four walls you’ve imprisoned yourself in and come back to fellowship!” That one sentence was enough—it shook me. From then on, I decided to reconnect with our fellowship.
Since that day I’ve seen new doors opening daily—for my job, finances, and much more. Everything is being provided for me almost miraculously. I no longer drink, and God is loving me back to life. I finally understood what it means that in Christ we are members of one body.
I thank God for our Weekly Fellowship that changed everything in my life!

During the days of war, we heard the sound of rockets and everyone in the streets was afraid. Right there I began worshipping God and all of a sudden I saw a family of four in the street who were terrified. I went to them and asked, “May I pray for you?” They agreed, and after praying I told them about Jesus Christ, and one of them gave their heart to Jesus right there.
There was another man of about 35 who was hearing our conversation and said, "Jesus is a good person too!" I told him more about Jesus, and he also gave his heart to Jesus.
On the same day, I shared the Gospel with two more families as well. This is the kingdom of God - freedom and salvation coming to Iran.

I spoke with some friends and relatives who were very afraid during the war days. I prayed for them and asked for the Lord’s peace for them. I invited them to rest in God’s peace and told them the living God is the protector of us all. My teenage daughter and I shared a verse someone had posted as a story to bring comfort and consolation to everyone—Psalm 121:7–8:
“The Lord will keep you from all evil; He will keep your life. The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.”
My daughter and I believe that light triumphs over darkness.

For a long time, I had been praying for my nephew to give his heart to Christ. Whenever I spoke about Jesus, he would say, “I don’t want to hear about these things. I don’t believe in anything.”
But I didn’t give up; I kept praying.
When the day of our Weekly Fellowship came, I invited him to come with me.
I was happy he accepted and came.
In that meeting I once again spoke to him about the Lordship of Jesus, and to my surprise he listened and accepted what I said. I asked him, “Are you ready to give your heart to Jesus as Lord?” He said, “Yes!” He entrusted his heart to Christ right there. Hallelujah!
Every Weekly Fellowship we experience a new blessing.

For a while I felt hopeless. I kept saying, “If God exists, why do we suffer so much and why doesn’t it end?”
But in our most recent Weekly Fellowship meeting we talked about Habakkuk, and God spoke to me directly there.
I cried a lot, and I couldn’t believe that just minutes before the meeting I had told my spouse, “If God exists, why are we suffering so much?”
Right in the middle of the fellowship, God answered me very clearly and specifically. I thank God that He is so near to us!

I come from a large family. Since coming to faith I’ve been able to talk with several relatives about Christ.
My nephew had been restless for a while because of addiction, and people basically avoided him. When I told him about Christ, he believed and changed a lot—he was like a different person. He told me he could no longer do the things he used to and felt ill if he tried.
When my family saw his transformation, they asked, “What happened?” I seized the opportunity and said, “This is Jesus who changes people, because Jesus is alive!” After that, eight more members of my family believed in Christ.
Now there are ten of us, and our fellowship is growing day by day.
Please pray that the rest of my family will also believe.

After giving birth, I had postpartum depression and couldn’t participate in our Weekly Fellowships as before. I preferred to be alone and didn’t even have the energy to care for our child. With my friends’ insistence, I went to their Weekly Fellowship gathering, but I didn’t feel well at all.
At the end of the meeting all my friends surrounded me and began praying. From the depths of my heart I prayed, “God, heal me from this depression and apathy.” When I got home that night, I felt different—like a little girl full of energy and excitement.
I suddenly remembered my friends had prayed that I would have more strength and eagerness than before, and God had given me amazing healing and strength.
I thank God that my friends came for me that night. They didn’t let me stay alone in my pain, and now I feel so much better.

I worked at a company that recently shut down, and I lost my job.
My finances were in chaos—rent, debt, everything was pressing me.
On the day of our Weekly Fellowship meeting I told the group about my situation and that I needed work, asking them to pray.
They prayed for me, and after the meeting, one sister said she knew someone who was hiring for a job. She called them and explained my situation, and I was hired for the job the next day.

I thank God that He cares for all our problems and provides the best for us.

When I came to faith, my husband strongly opposed it. He had an addiction, and I always prayed he would stop using, but he refused. If I spoke to him about Jesus, he told me not to.
One day in our fellowship I broke down and prayed for my husband to believe and be freed from his addiction.
For several weeks our group’s work was to pray for him.
One week as I was leaving for Weekly Fellowship, my husband said, “I want to come and see what you do there.”
That night he just observed, but then he said, “I want to believe too,” and put his faith in Jesus
After a few weeks of praying with him about the addiction, he decided to quit—and he truly did. It’s now been two months that he has been clean.

I thank God for the Weekly Fellowship.
After we prayed together, the Holy Spirit reminded me of matters I needed to repent of. With courage I wrote them all down. Although I had previously repented in a general way I couldn’t find release, but this time it was so detailed and specific that it amazed me! In the presence of a trusted spiritual mentor who pastors me, I confessed. Today I handed those things over to the Lord and I feel free.
Thank God for the Holy Spirit’s guidance in my life.