Through Your Eyes Lord: Ruined by Porn, Restored by Grace

Through Your Eyes, Lord

Ruined by Porn

Restored by Grace

by Jeff Klazura

Through Your Eyes, Lord

Copyright 2021

by Jeff Klazura

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Scripture texts in this work are taken from the New American Bible, revised edition © 1991, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Washington, D.C. and are used by permission of the copyright owner. All Rights Reserved. No part of the New American Bible may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

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Dedication

I dedicate this book to Our Blessed Mother, Our Lady of Medjugoje, who held me close by her side, as she brought me to her Son, Jesus. Thank you for your love for me. I love you very much.

I dedicate this book to Jesus. Thank you for Your mercy and forgiveness, and for Your love for me. Thank You for rescuing and restoring me. Thank You for Your footprints in the sand. I love You very much.

I dedicate this book to my parents, in thanksgiving for walking this journey with me, right by my side; in your support, in your strength, in your sacrifice, in your mercy, and in your agape love for me. I love you very much.

Contents

Introduction

1. Background Information

2. Entrenched in a Battle – My Double Life

3. The Truth Will Set You Free

4. Lord, Show Me My Sins Through Your Eyes

5. Loss of Heaven Due to Sin

6. Consequences to Sin

7. Create in Me a Clean Heart

8. Do Not Fear, For I Am With You

9. Pick up Your Cross and Follow Me

10. Return to a Well-Balanced Life

11. I Make All Things New

12. Final Warning!!!

13. Fighting the Good Fight

Endnotes

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Introduction

Do you know that you can be breaking the law just by clicking on a website? Do you know you can be arrested, convicted and sent to jail, even if you didn’t know it was against the law? If all your internet browsing was made public, to your family, friends, co-workers, community, and to the Prime Time News, how would that affect your life?

In 2002, I was a highly successful young teacher doing exactly the profession I loved, and it all got ripped away when the FBI arrested me for ordering pornographic pictures off the internet. Losing everything, experiencing jail, and being despised by many, I plunged into the depths of despair and fear. However, when I was thrown down, I gracefully landed on my back, causing me to look up to God. I turned to Him 100%, in every aspect of my life, as my day to day living became days of constant prayer. Throughout my prayer journey, the spiritual world was revealed to me, from visually coming face to face with demons to physically meeting my guardian angel. As I progressed through my spiritual rehabilitation, as well as my government enforced rehabilitation, I became freed from my many years of addiction to pornography. When I was arrested, in 2002, internet pornography was just starting. Now, in 2021, with 30,000 people viewing pornography every second, it has become an evil that is in full force, wreaking havoc throughout the world.

The week before being arrested and having my sins exposed for the nation to see, I prayed a prayer asking God to show me my sins through His eyes. This book is my personal testimony that covers my addiction, my arrest and process through the court system, my personal journey and interactions, my spiritual journey to recovery, and how God made all things new for me, beyond anything I could have dreamed up on my own.

Chapter 1

Background Information

My wife and I were standing outside the elementary school waiting to pick up one of our children. While waiting, I noticed a fellow parent wearing a t-shirt that read, Everybody has a Story. As my years progress, and I interact and meet more people, I find this to be so true. Everybody has a story. I have learned that life presents itself with a lot of joyful moments, but also with a lot of sorrows. Life is full of wonderful achievements, but also with many struggles and trying times. Some of those struggles might be short lived, while others may be long winded and are life changing. That is my story. A life changing event. A tribulation.

Before I take you down my journey, there is some information that you will need to know. After being thrown down on my back, and forced to look up to God, I found a lot of spiritual help and guidance in the messages given by Mary, the Mother of God, through different apparitions. Throughout this book, you will see little inserts that contain these messages. To give completeness to my story, I feel it is an important part to include these messages. Of course, you are not required to believe in apparitions, or in the messages presented. However, when you read these messages, you will see that the teachings from them are very sound.

Most of the messages presented in this book come from the apparitions that have been taking place in Medjugorje, Bosnia (former Yugoslavia). In having completeness to the sharing of my story to you, it is going to be important for me to give you a brief background of these apparitions.

On June 25, 1981, Our Lady appeared to six young children of Medjugorje. These children ranged in age from ten years old all the way up to sixteen years old. She has been appearing to these children ever since. In these apparitions, she has been giving personal messages to these children. Our Lady has also been giving messages to the visionaries to give to the world. All of the messages given are for the entire world. They are not for a specific religion, race, or culture. Every message begins with her saying, Dear children. This is because she is a mother to all of us. She is not only Jesus’ mother, but she is our mother as well. As our mother, her love for us is so great that she wants to take us to her Son. The messages focus on calling us to prayer, fasting, penance, conversion and peace.

So the obvious question is why the Blessed Mother has been appearing to these children for the last forty years, and continues to do so today? As the visionaries claim, it is a preparation time of conversion for what is to take place. The Blessed Mother has been giving individual secrets to each visionary. Each visionary will receive a total of ten secrets, given at different times throughout their life. These secrets are explanations of major global events that will occur. They are said to be mostly about great chastisements. Through these chastisements, the world will return to a global peace, united in the heart. The visionaries are not to share these secrets until the time destined to do so. Once all the visionaries receive all ten secrets, it is said that the secrets will start to unfold. As of writing this book, three visionaries have received all ten secrets, while the other three visionaries have received nine of the ten secrets. In preparation, Our Lady has been giving messages to the world. We are to live these messages in our daily lives. These messages call us to conversion in peace, and to pray, pray, pray, which she constantly repeats over and over again.

Over the years, there have been a lot of scientific and psychological tests done on the visionaries, during and outside of the apparitions. Through all those tests, each scientist and doctor agrees that something supernatural is happening. Outside of those tests, there are some other reasons why these apparitions seem to be for real, and are of God. First of all, I do not know of any place where six children, aged ten to sixteen, voluntarily pray for three hours every day, ever since the apparitions began, which is followed by praying all fifteen decades of the Rosary. Secondly, these same children are in a joy as they fast on bread and water each Wednesday and Friday. Some of them even fast on other days. If these claimed apparitions were nothing more than children playing make-believe, they would have tired from these daily prayer habits a long time ago. Thirdly, I do not know of any place in the world where millions of people are converted to a strong faith in Christ. And lastly, is my personal experience as to why I believe these apparitions are for real.

In the year 1987, when I was fifteen years old, my older brother and sister received a college graduation gift from my parents. It was a trip to go to Medjugorje. My brother, not much into that kind of stuff, was more interested in receiving the cash equivalent to the gift. However, upon returning from that trip, they displayed great excitement, joy and peace. They felt so fortunate to experience such a wonderful trip. Their stories and experiences have stayed in my heart and in my mind ever since. What everyone wanted to know, right when they came back home, was whether they saw any miracles; for it is claimed that people who visit the site of the apparitions in Medjugorje will possibly see a miracle. My brother and sister did see miracles. However, they were more excited to try to explain the feeling of peace and love they experienced rather than the miracles they witnessed. My brother came back very strong in his faith, renewed to a new level. My sister also had a renewed growth in her faith. However, we were all excited to hear about the miracles they saw.

They both saw the dancing of the sun. This is a common miracle the visitors (pilgrims) experience. The sun will pulsate, move around, and even turn into the figure of a host with a cross in the middle of it. There are other claimed miracles with the sun as well. With all the other pilgrims, my brother and sister stared directly at the sun for several minutes as they witnessed it dancing in the sky. As any logical person knows, you should never look directly into the sun. This was one of the miracles they experienced. My brother and sister, along with several other pilgrims, also witnessed the large thirty-five foot cement cross, located on top of Mount Krizevac, spin around and do a dance. Mount Krizevac is the famous hill located in this small village of Medjugorje. These stories were amazing, but my sister’s story of a starry night was one that stuck with me throughout the years.

It was nighttime, and my sister was walking towards the church to go to Mass. As she looked around, she saw that all the lights were red. The candles, the streetlights, and the headlights on the cars were all red. As she looked in the night sky, she noticed that the moon and all the stars were also red. She immediately thought that she had received eye damage from looking at the sun earlier in the day. She went back to her room to phone for some medical help. As she entered the room, she noticed that the indoor lights were all shining the normal white light. She then went to the window, looked outside, and again she saw all the outside lights were red. This was a story that has been very moving to me. However, my brother and sister kept wishing that we could understand the peace and love they experienced instead of focusing on the miracles. So that in effect, seems like even a greater miracle. Upon their return, they brought back some trinket gifts for us, and my sister gave me a cute little rosary, which plays an important part in my story I am going to share with you.

As you can see, the apparitions and messages at Medjugorje have meant a lot to me. It was especially during my trying times that they had an even more important part in my life. I decided to include these messages in my book because of one specific message that penetrated my heart and mind. It made me feel compelled to write my story, so that through my experience, Our Lady’s messages could be brought to others. On May 8, 1986, our Blessed Mother gave the following message to the visionaries in Medjugorje:

Medjugorje message of May 8, 1986 -- Dear children, you are responsible for the messages. The source of grace is here, but you, dear children, are the vehicles transmitting the gifts. Dear children, I am calling you to give the gift to others with love and not to keep it for yourselves. Thank you for having responded to my call. ¹

As an even further confirmation, I had a powerful experience on January 1st, 2021. I had written this very book, years ago, but it just sat in the attic. I had spiritual promptings to proceed forward with this book, but I never followed through on those promptings. The years passed, and it just sat, until this year.

Every year, on New Year’s Day, my wife and I, with our five children, go to morning Mass, followed by a family ritual. We go before the statue of Mary, say some family prayers for the upcoming year, and then we ask the Holy Spirit to guide our hands as we dig into a bag full of slips of paper. We pick a saint, every year, to be our saint for the year. We mix up the bag full of saint’s names and randomly pick one out of the bag. Prior to this specific New Year’s Day, 2021, I had been struggling for several months, as to whether the Apparitions of Medjugorje were for real or not. It was a spiritual struggle that persisted for months. Then came New Year’s Day. After Mass, I went with my family to the statue of Mary, as we pulled out our saints for the year. I pulled mine out, and was overwhelmed with the Holy Spirit as I read my slip. It was Our Lady of Medjugorje, Queen of Peace, and the note on my slip said, Help make our Lady’s messages known to others.

As you read this book, you will come across an indented paragraph labeled with a Date. This is a reference to a message given to the visionaries at Medjugorje, which had a profound impact on me during the events happening in my life. Everybody has a story, and I hope my story will help you in your own journey, whatever that story may entail.

Chapter 2

Entrenched in a Battle

- My Double Life -

It was a typical day for me. I was fresh into my career as a 5th grade teacher, teaching the two subjects that I loved the most, Religion and Science. I was in a perfect situation. I was doing what I loved to do, so in effect, my job wasn’t really a job. I had always been told that if I chose a job I loved, then I would never work a day in my life. I found this to be true as I entered my career of teaching children. I enjoyed my every day interactions with the teachers I taught with, and the awe inspired children I taught.

Ever since I was a fifth grader I wanted to become a teacher. It was a childhood dream of mine. God blessed me with many gifts to be used in the teaching profession. He gave me a natural talent of teaching. He gave me great creativity and a wonderful artistic ability. This artistic ability helped in my teaching, as the lessons on the chalkboard would always come alive. Many students told me that they had difficulty understanding certain concepts, but once I drew it out, they fully understood. Along with an artistic and creative ability, God filled me with wisdom and knowledge, accompanied by a quick, humorous wit that kept the classroom alive. He gave me endurance and perseverance to accomplish the many difficult tasks of a teacher. He gave me the gift of peace to deal with every day encounters. And He gave me an aspiration to pass along those gifts to others.

Once I entered my teaching career, I was passionate about my job from day one. As each day went by, my motivation and ideas forged ahead. I looked forward to being in the classroom. Wednesday, March 13th, 2002, was just another typical day for me. Once the school day was finished, I went home to continue my job as a teacher. I laid out the work that needed to be accomplished for the night. I had a couple hundred worksheets to grade, in which I would also put forth additional effort writing comments of praise, and drawing fun little pictures to boost confidence in the students. I also had to type a set of notes to be used for the next lesson, as well as create a fun science lab and worksheet on the computer. I was really good at multitasking. I went to my computer room, and began my typical routine.

This was about the timeframe when the personal computer was starting to become popular. I owned two computers, and would work on both of them at the same time. However, this computer room was very symbolic of a double life that I was living. I lived a life entrenched in a personal battle. On one computer I would do all my school preparations, and on the other computer, I would search the internet for erotic pictures. On one hand, I was proud of all the wonderful lessons and activities I planned, organized, and created. On the other hand, I had shame for the other side of my life I was living, which consisted of my addictions.

Medjugorje message of March 25, 1987 Dear children! Today I am grateful to you for your presence in this place, where I am giving you special graces. I call each one of you to begin to live as of today that life which God wishes of you and to begin to perform good works of love and mercy. I do not want you, dear children, to live the message and be committing sin which is displeasing to me. Therefore, dear children, I want each of you to live a new life without destroying all that God produces in you and is giving you. I give you my special blessing and I am remaining with you on your way of conversion. Thank you for having responded to my call.¹

The problem with this life that I lived was that it was a double life. On the outside, the part of my life that was presented to everyone I knew, was displayed a life of being a wonderful and creative teacher who cared deeply for his students. A teacher who wanted to make sure school was fun. A teacher who had great enthusiasm for what he did, and who had a great love for teaching the faith. This was the life that was apparent to many of those I came in contact with. The other part of my life, which I kept in secret, which no one knew about, consisted of the addictions I had.

The seeds for those immoral addictions were planted in me at a young age, when I was six years old. It all started when an older child showed me things about sexuality that my innocent mind never knew. Seeds were planted in my soul that would be destined to destroy my plants of innocence that began to grow. At that young age, I didn’t know that those actions were bad. I liked the physical feeling. My sexual switch was turned on at a very early age, in a very unhealthy way. I didn’t have sexual feelings when I was taught that stuff, but the seeds were planted. Then, when I entered puberty, those seeds began to grow as I took what I experienced and began expanding on those experiences.

I have always been a visual person, which I believe stems from my artistic disposition. My immoral habit of looking at erotic pictures began with the advertisement section in the Sunday newspaper, or the lingerie and underwear section in the Big Box Retailer Catalogs. I would also thumb through fashion and swimsuit magazines while I was at the library, after school. As I looked at those pictures, it brought on a feeling of excitement and euphoria. Those feelings made me want to search out more. And thus, it became a habit. This was a habit that formed early and continued to grow throughout my life. I began feeling that it was wrong. I always kept it a secret, which was proof that I knew it was wrong. I had a personal, moral, and spiritual struggle, but I always kept it inside, as a secret.

During my college years, that addiction grew as I joined in the buying of Playboy magazines, and Swimsuit Illustrated magazines. My search for erotic pictures escalated. In hindsight, there is a Bible verse that shows how this happens. Psalm 1:1 says, "Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, or stand in the way of sinners, or sit in the seat of mockers."

The three words that stand out in this Bible verse are, Walk, Stand and Sit. In my search for erotic pictures, I would see something that would shock me, as it was something I had never seen before (I was walking in the counsel of the wicked). Then, the next time I saw something similar to what I had seen, I was a little more desensitized by it and would not flee from it (I was standing in the way of the sinner). Finally, I found myself accepting it as normal with a desensitized conscience of looking through the magazines on purpose (I was sitting in the seat of the mockers).

A great example of this was when I held a summer job as a hotel maintenance man. One of the long-term coworkers had a huge stash of hard-core pornographic magazines, hidden in the maintenance boiler room. I held the evening shift, working as the solo maintenance man. When I came across those magazines, I was shocked at the pictures. I had never seen pictures like that. When I saw them, I was shocked, but also had that intense pulse pounding feeling. Then, the next time I saw them, I was less shocked, and found myself paging through the