Mother Wanted a Girl. She Got Me

Portuguese man’s journey through drugs and spiritism ends at the Sabbath.

By Axel Domingues as told to Andrew McChesney

My sister committed suicide when she was 14.

Overcome with grief, my mother decided to have another child, a girl. To her disappointment, she gave birth to me — a boy.

Mother raised me in the southern Portuguese town of Faro with a brother who was nine years older. Father lived in the Middle East, working in construction.

Mother was perpetually sad. That sadness deepened when Father got a divorce and my brother left home. Then she was hospitalized with cancer and I, only 11, was sent to live with relatives.

Mother had never attended church, but my relatives took me every Sunday. As I learned about God, I prayed for Mother to be healed. Two years passed, and I kept praying. Then Mother died. It didn’t make any sense to me. Only suffering seemed to fill my life. I decided that God was a fable.

I stopped going to church and, when Father returned to Portugal, I moved in with him and his new family.

Life spun out of control upon entering university. I drank and used illegal drugs. I listened to the wrong kind of music and practiced Satanism. Several encounters with spiritual beings frightened me into realizing that a spiritual realm existed beyond what people could see with their eyes.

In my early 20s, I began to reap what I had sown. I lived in constant fear of evil spirits. I wanted to quit smoking and drugs, but I couldn’t.

Then I learned that one of my friends, a drug-using atheist, had been baptized. I asked him why.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked. “Why were you baptized?”

“I read the Bible, and I believe it,” he said.

For some reason, I opened up to him about my fears regarding evil spirits. He listened thoughtfully.

“Look, why don’t you read the Bible?” he said.

That was a good question. God no longer seemed like a fable to me. I knew evil spirits existed, and I sensed that they were being restrained by a higher power. I decided to read the Bible. I also prayed.

As I read, I sensed a distinct voice say inside me, “Leave your addictions.”

I didn’t want to leave everything, and I thought, “I can still enjoy some of my addictions.” Then it struck me that I had never been able to quit my addictions piecemeal, so why not to try to quit everything at once?

At that moment, an evil voice came to my mind.

“What are you doing?” it asked.

When I heard the voice, I understood that something serious was happening. I resolved to give up all my addictions immediately. And I did.

The Bible was a joy to read. Genesis 3 showed me that God didn’t forsake man at the fall and had a plan to save him. I saw that God’s prophecies about the Israelites came true. My faith increased, and I saw that the Bible was not fiction.

Months passed, and I graduated and moved to Dublin, Ireland, to work as a software engineer.

One day, my former atheist friend sent me a link to a YouTube sermon about the origin of sin. I liked the speaker, a Seventh-day Adventist evangelist, and looked for more of his sermons. But when he spoke in a sermon about Saturday being the Sabbath, I rejected his message as too strange and returned to my Bible reading.

But the Sabbath sermon stuck in my mind. The word for “Saturday” in my native Portuguese is “Sábado,” or Sabbath. It seemed to me that there must be a biblical explanation for why all the Christian world seemed to worship on Sunday, and I determined to find it in the Bible. But I found no verse changing the Sabbath from Saturday to Sunday.

I returned to the Adventist evangelist on YouTube. His sermons on the Sabbath and end-time prophecy made sense, and I accepted the Seventh-day Adventist Church as the church of God.

Finding the address for an Adventist church online, I attended worship services and later Bible studies. I began to understand why I had experience so much suffering in my childhood. It wasn’t because of God. It was because of sin and the bad choices that I and other people in my life had made. As David said in Psalms 16:4, “Their sorrows shall be multiplied who hasten after another god.”

I was baptized at the age of 26.

Today, I am happily married to Joana, a Brazilian nurse, whom I met at the Adventist church in Dublin. She also was baptized in Ireland.

We are working, giving Bible studies, and helping out at church. We are praying for God to show us what He wants us to do next.

Axel Domingues, 31, talking about how he prayed to a God who he didn’t know as he struggled to quit drugs. A short time later, a friend told him to read the Bible. Beside Axel is his wife, Joana. (Andrew McChesney / Adventist Mission)

Thank you for your 2017 Thirteenth Sabbath Offering that is helping open a church and community center in Axel’s new hometown of Dublin, Ireland.