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Testimony Monday – Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil

Each Monday, for a number of weeks, someone from around the world has shared the story of how they heard the gospel and trusted the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation. Our final contributor is a lady from Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil. 


I was born in 1927 in a rural area of Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil. All my family and relatives were devout, practising Roman Catholics. I got married when I was 17 years old and had 12 children. When I was 45 my husband died.

It was only when I was 54, in 1981, that I first came into contact with the gospel.  One of my sons, Roberto, was saved that year, by the grace of God, and soon started telling me about God’s salvation.  Through his influence I began attending meetings in the Gospel Hall in Porto Alegre and stopped practising my religion. However, it was only 28 years later that I really thought much about the eternal destiny of my soul.

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Testimony Monday – Brazil (2)

Each Monday, for a number of weeks, someone from around the world shares the story of how they heard the gospel and trusted the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation. This week’s testimony was written by a gentleman from Brazil, who is now in heaven. 


When I was a boy, I often accompanied my father to the cemetery where he worked and helped him to prepare the graves. There were always so many graves to dig. We dug them for the old and for the young, for the rich and for the poor. On occasions, we even had to prepare them for our friends. I remember the day I turned twelve (1975), there was an accident and I dug three graves that day. I knew that one day I too would have to face the awful reality of death.

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Testimony Monday – Brazil (1)

Each Monday, for a number of weeks, someone from around the world will share the story of how they heard the gospel and trusted the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation. This week’s contributor is a lady from Brazil.


The story of my conversion goes back many years ago, to a Christmas morning when I was born in a small town in the interior of the most southernly state of Brazil. I was the only daughter in a family of five and we were very poor. At that time, we lived in a small rural village and shortly after, we moved out to the country, my parents having bought a small piece of land on the side of a mountain. My father was a subsistence farmer who, with the help of my mother and his young family, eked out a miserable living off this small piece of ground. Every day before sunrise, we were up and away to the mountain to spend many hours weeding and planting. I vividly remember climbing barefoot up over the rocks and scrub to reach our patch of land and waiting until the sun rose to warm our freezing feet before starting to work. My father was an austere man, hard and exacting, and we had a very difficult childhood. 

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