RICHARD BENNETT’S LIFE TESTIMONY
From Tradition to Truth
The Early Years
Born Irish, in a family of eight, my early childhood was fulfilled and happy. My father was a colonel in the Irish Army until he
retired when I was about nine. As a family, we loved to play, sing, and act, all within a military camp in Dublin.
We were a typical Irish Roman Catholic family. My father sometimes knelt down to pray at his bedside in a solemn manner.
My mother would talk to Jesus while sewing, washing dishes, or even smoking a cigarette. Most evenings we would kneel in
the living room to say the Rosary together. No one ever missed Mass on Sundays unless he was seriously ill. By the time I
was about five or six years of age, Jesus Christ was a very real person to me, but so also were Mary and the saints. I can
identify easily with others in traditional Catholic nations in Europe and with Hispanics and Filipinos who put Jesus, Mary,
Joseph, and other saints all in one boiling pot of faith.
The catechism was drilled into me at the Jesuit School of Belvedere, where I had all my elementary and secondary
education. Like every boy who studies under the Jesuits, I could recite before the age of ten five reasons why God existed
and why the Pope was head of the only true Church. Getting souls out of Purgatory was a serious matter. The often quoted
words, "It is a holy and a wholesome thought to pray for the dead that they may be loosed from sins," were memorized even
though we did not know what these words meant. We were told that the Pope as head of the Church was the most
important man on earth. What he said was law, and the Jesuits were his right-hand men. Even though the Mass was in Latin,
I tried to attend daily because I was intrigued by the deep sense of mystery which surrounded it.
We were told it was the most important way to please God. Praying to saints was encouraged, and we had patron saints for
most aspects of life. I did not make a practise of that, with one exception: St. Anthony, the patron of lost objects, since I
seemed to lose so many things.
When I was fourteen years old, I sensed a call to be a missionary. This call, however, did not affect the way in which I
conducted my life at that time. Age sixteen to eighteen were the most fulfilled and enjoyable years a youth could have. During
this time, I did quite well both academically and athletically.
I often had to drive my mother to the hospital for treatments. While waiting for her, I found quoted in a book these verses
from Mark 10:29-30, "And Jesus answered and said, Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or
brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my sake, and the gospel’s, But he shall receive an
hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and
in the world to come eternal life." Not having any idea of the true salvation message, I decided that I truly did have a call to
be a missionary.
Trying to earn salvation I left my family and friends in 1956 to join the Dominican Order. I spent eight years studying what it
is to be a monk, the traditions of the Church, philosophy, the theology of Thomas Aquinas, and some of the Bible from a
Catholic standpoint. Whatever personal faith I had was institutionalized and ritualized in the Dominican religious system.
Obedience to the law, both Church and Dominican, was put before me as the means of sanctification. I often spoke to
Ambrose Duffy, our Master of Students, about the law being the means of becoming holy. In addition to becoming "holy," I
wanted also to be sure of eternal salvation. I memorized part of the teaching of Pope Pius XII in which he said, "…the
salvation of many depends on the prayers and sacrifices of the mystical body of Christ offered for this intention." This idea of
gaining salvation through suffering and prayer is also the basic message of Fatima and Lourdes, and I sought to win my own
salvation as well as the salvation of others by such suffering and prayer.
In the Dominican monastery in Tallaght, Dublin, I performed many difficult feats to win souls, such as taking cold showers in
the middle of winter and beating my back with a small steel chain. The Master of Students knew what I was doing, his own
austere life being part of the inspiration that I had received from the Pope’s words. With rigor and determination, I studied,
prayed, did penance, tried to keep the Ten Commandments and the multitude of Dominican rules and traditions.
Outward Pomp — Inner Emptiness
Then in 1963 at the age of twenty-five I was ordained a Roman Catholic priest and went on to finish my course of studies of
Thomas Aquinas at The Angelicum University in Rome. But there I had difficulty with both the outward pomp and the inner
emptiness. Over the years I had formed, from pictures and books, pictures in my mind of the Holy See and the Holy City.
Could this be the same city? At the Angelicum University I was also shocked that hundreds of others who poured into our
morning classes seemed quite disinterested in theology. I noticed Time and Newsweek magazines being read during classes.
Those who were interested in what was being taught seemed only to be looking for either degrees or positions within the
Catholic Church in their homelands.
One day I went for a walk in the Colosseum so that my feet might tread the ground where the blood of so many Christians
had been poured out. I walked to the arena in the Forum. I tried to picture in my mind those men and women who knew
Christ so well that they were joyfully willing to be burned at the stake or devoured alive by beasts because of His
overpowering love. The joy of this experience was marred, however, for as I went back in the bus I was insulted by jeering
youths shouting words meaning "scum or garbage." I sensed their motivation for such insults was not because I stood for
Christ as the early Christians did but because they saw in me the Roman Catholic system. Quickly, I put this contrast out of
my mind, yet what I had been taught about the present glories of Rome now seemed very irrelevant and empty.
One night soon after that, I prayed for two hours in front of the main altar in the church of San Clemente. Remembering my
earlier youthful call to be a missionary and the hundredfold promise of Mark 10:29-30, I decided not to take the theological
degree that had been my ambition since beginning study of the theology of Thomas Aquinas. This was a major decision, but
after long prayer I was sure I had decided correctly.
The priest who was to direct my thesis did not want to accept my decision. In order to make the degree easier, he offered
me a thesis written several years earlier. He said I could useit as my own if only I would do the oral defense. This turned my
stomach. It was similar to what I had seen a few weeks earlier in a city park: elegant prostitutes parading themselves in their
black leather boots. What he was offering was equally sinful. I held to my decision, finishing at the University at the ordinary
academic level, without the degree.
On returning from Rome, I received official word that I had been assigned to do a three year course at Cork University. I
prayed earnestly about my missionary call. To my surprise, I received orders in late August 1964 to go to Trinidad, West
Indies, as a missionary.
Pride, Fall, And A New Hunger
On October 1, 1964, I arrived in Trinidad, and for seven years I was a successful priest, in Roman Catholic terms, doing all
my duties and getting many people to come to Mass. By 1972 I had become quite involved in the Catholic Charismatic
Movement. Then, at a prayer meeting on March 16th of that year, I thanked the Lord that I was such a good priest and
requested that if it were His will, He humble me that I might be even better. Later that same evening I had a freak accident,
splitting the back of my head and hurting my spine in many places. Without thus coming close to death, I doubt that I would
ever have gotten out of my self- satisfied state. Rote, set prayer showed its emptiness as I cried out to God in my pain.
In the suffering that I went through in the weeks after the accident, I began to find some comfort in direct personal prayer. I
stopped saying the Breviary (the Roman Catholic Church’s official prayer for clergy) and the Rosary and began to pray using
parts of the Bible itself. This was a very slow process. I did not know my way through the Bible and the little I had learned
over the years had taught me more to distrust it rather than to trust it. My training in philosophy and in the theology of
Thomas Aquinas left me helpless, so that coming into the Bible now to find the Lord was like going into a huge dark woods
without a map.
When assigned to a new parish later that year, I found that I was to work side-by-side with a Dominican priest who had
been a brother to me over the years. For more than two years we were to work together, fully seeking God as best we
knew in the parish of Pointe-a-Pierre. We read, studied, prayed, and put into practise what we had been taught in Church
teaching. We built up communities in Gasparillo, Claxton Bay, and Marabella, just to mention the main villages. In a Catholic
religious sense we were very successful. Many people attended Mass. The Catechism was taught in many schools, including
government schools. I continued my personal search into the Bible, but it did not much affect the work we were doing; rather
it showed me how little I really knew about the Lord and His Word. It was at this time that Philippians 3:10 became the cry
of my heart, "That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection…."
About this time the Catholic Charismatic movement was growing, and we introduced it into most of our villages. Because of
this movement, some Canadian Christians came to Trinidad to share with us. I learned much from their messages, especially
about praying for healing. The whole impact of what they said was very experience-oriented but was truly a blessing, insofar,
as it got me deeply into the Bible as an authority source. I began to compare scripture with scripture and even to quote
chapter and verse! One of the texts the Canadians used was Isaiah 53:5, "…and with his stripes we are healed." Yet in
studying Isaiah 53, I discovered that the Bible deals with the problem of sin by means of substitution. Christ died in my place.
It was wrong for me to try to expidite or try to cooperate in paying the price of my sin.
"If by grace, it is no more of works, otherwise grace is no more grace.." Romans 11:6. "All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all" (Isaiah 53:6).
One particular sin of mine was getting annoyed with people, sometimes even angry. Although I asked forgiveness for my
sins, I still did not realize that I was a sinner by the nature which we all inherit from Adam. The scriptural truth is, "As it is
written, There is none righteous, no, not one" (Romans 3:10), and "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God"
(Romans 3:23). The Catholic Church, however, had taught me that the depravity of man, which is called "original sin," had
been washed away by my infant baptism. I still held this belief in my head, but in my heart I knew that my depraved nature
had not yet been conquered by Christ.
"That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection…" (Philippians 3:10) continued to be the cry of my heart. I knew
that it could be only through His power that I could live the Christian life. I posted this text on the dashboard of my car and in
other places. It became the plea that motivated me, and the Lord who is Faithful began to answer.
The Ultimate Question
First, I discovered that God’s Word in the Bible is absolute and without error. I had been taught that the Word is relative and
that its truthfulness in many areas was to be questioned. Now I began to understand that the Bible could, in fact, be trusted.
With the aid of Strong’s Concordance, I began to study the Bible to see what it says about itself. I discovered that the Bible
teaches clearly that it is from God and is absolute in what it says. It is true in its history, in the promises God has made, in its
prophecies, in the moral commands it gives, and in how to live the Christian life. "All scripture is given by inspiration of God,
and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be
perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works" (II Timothy 3:16-17).
This discovery was made while visiting in Vancouver, B.C., and in Seattle. When I was asked to talk to the prayer group in
St. Stephen’s Catholic Church, I took as my subject the absolute authority of God’s Word. It was the first time that I had
understood such a truth or talked about it. I returned to Vancouver, B.C. and in a large parish Church, before about 400
people, I preached the same message. Bible in hand, I proclaimed that "the absolute and final authority in all matters of faith
and morals is the Bible, God’s own Word."
Three days later, the archbishop of Vancouver, B.C., James Carney, called me to his office. I was then officially silenced and
forbidden to preach in his archdiocese. I was told that my punishment would have been more severe, were it not for the
letter of recommendation I had received from my own archbishop, Anthony Pantin. Soon afterwards I returned to Trinidad.
While I was still parish priest of Point-a-Pierre, Ambrose Duffy, the man who had so strictly taught me while he was Student
Master, was asked to assist me. The tide had turned. After some initial difficulties, we became close friends. I shared with
him what I was discovering. He listened and commented with great interest and wanted to find out what was motivating me. I
saw in him a channel to my Dominican brothers and even to those in the Archbishop’s house.
When he died suddenly of a heart attack, I was stricken with grief. In my mind, I had seen Ambrose as the one who could
make sense out of the Church-Bible dilemma with which I so struggled. I had hoped that he would have been able to explain
to me and then to my Dominican brothers the truths with which I wrestled. I preached at his funeral and my despair was very
I continued to pray Philippians 3:10, "That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection…." But to learn more about
Him, I had first to learn about myself as a sinner. I saw from the Bible (I Timothy 2:5) that the role I was playing as a priestly
mediator — exactly what the Catholic Church teaches but exactly opposite to what the Bible teaches — was wrong. I really
enjoyed being looked up to by the people and, in a certain sense, being idolized by them. I rationalized my sin by saying that
after all, if this is what the biggest Church in the world teaches, who am I to question it? Still, I struggled with the conflict
within. I began to see the worship of Mary, the saints, and the priests for the sin that it is. But while I was willing to renounce
Mary and the saints as mediators, I could not renounce the priesthood, for in that I had invested my whole life.
Mary, the saints, and the priesthood were just a small part of the huge struggle with which I was working. Who was Lord of
my life, Jesus Christ in His Word or the Roman Church? This ultimate question raged inside me especially during my last six
years as parish priest of Sangre Grande (1979-1985). That the Catholic Church was supreme in all matters of faith and
morals had been dyed into my brain since I was a child. It looked impossible ever to change.
Rome was not only supreme but always called "Holy Mother." How could I ever go against "Holy Mother," all the more so
since I had an official part in dispensing her sacraments and keeping people faithful to her? In 1981, I actually rededicated
myself to serving the Roman Catholic Church while attending a parish renewal seminar in New Orleans. Yet when I returned
to Trinidad and again became involved in real life problems, I began to return to the authority of God’s Word. Finally the
tension became like a tug-of-war inside me. Sometimes I looked to the Roman Church as being absolute, sometimes to the
authority of the Bible as being final. My stomach suffered much during those years; my emotions were being torn. I ought to
have known the simple truth that one cannot serve two masters. My working position was to place the absolute authority of
the Word of God under the supreme authority of the Roman Church.
This contradiction was symbolized in what I did with the four statues in the Sangre Grande Church. I removed and broke the
statues of St. Francis and St. Martin because the second commandment of God’s Law declares in Exodus 20:4, "Thou shalt
not make unto thee any graven image…." But when some of the people objected to my removal of the statues of the Sacred
Heart and of Mary, I left them standing because the higher authority, i.e., the Roman Catholic Church, said in its law Canon
1188: "The practise of displaying sacred images in the churches for the veneration of the faithful is to remain in force."
I did not see that what I was trying to do was to make God’s Word subject to man’s word. My Own Fault While I had
learned earlier that God’s Word is absolute, I still went through this agony of trying to maintain the Roman Catholic Church
as holding more authority than God’s Word, even in issues where the Church of Rome was saying the exact opposite to what
was in the Bible.
How could this be? First of all, it was my own fault. If I had accepted the authority of the Bible as supreme, I would have
been convicted by God’s Word to give up my priestly role as mediator, but that was too precious to me. Second, no one
ever questioned what I did as a priest.
Christians from overseas came to Mass, saw our sacred oils, holy water, medals, statues, vestments, rituals, and never said a
word! The marvelous style, symbolism, music, and artistic taste of the Roman Church was all very captivating. Incense not
only smells pungent, but to the mind it spells mystery.
The Turning Point
One day, a woman challenged me (the only Christian ever to challenge me in all my 22 years as a priest), "You Roman
Catholics have a form of godliness, but you deny its power." Those words bothered me for some time because the lights,
banners, folk music, guitars, and drums were dear to me. Probably no priest on the whole island of Trinidad had as colorful
robes, banners, and vestments as I had. Clearly I did not apply what was before my eyes.
In October 1985, God’s grace was greater than the lie that I was trying to live. I went to Barbados to pray over the
compromise that I was forcing myself to live. I felt truly trapped. The Word of God is absolute indeed. I ought to obey it
alone; yet to the very same God I had vowed obedience to the supreme authority of the Catholic Church. In Barbados I
read a book in which was explained the Biblical meaning of Church as "the fellowship of believers." In the New Testament
there is no hint of a hierarchy; "Clergy" lording it over the "laity" is unknown. Rather, it is as the Lord Himself declared "…one
is your Master, even Christ; and all ye are brethren" (Matthew 23:8).
Now to see and to understand the meaning of church as "fellowship" left me free to let go of the Roman Catholic Church as
supreme authority and depend on Jesus Christ as Lord. It began to dawn on me that in Biblical terms, the Bishops I knew in
the Catholic Church were not Biblical believers. They were for the most part pious men taken up with devotion to Mary and
the Rosary and loyal to Rome, but not one had any idea of the finished work of salvation, that Christ’s work is done, that
salvation is personal and complete. They all preached penance for sin, human suffering, religious deeds, "the way of man"
rather than the Gospel of grace. But by God’s grace I saw that it was not through the Roman Church nor by any kind of
works that one is saved, "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of
works, lest any man should boast" (Ephesians 2:8-9).
New Birth at Age 48
I left the Roman Catholic Church when I saw that life in Jesus Christ was not possible while remaining true to Roman
Catholic doctrine. In leaving Trinidad in November 1985, I only reached neighboring Barbados. Staying with an elderly
couple, I prayed to the Lord for a suit and necessary money to reach Canada, for I had only tropical clothing and a few
hundred dollars to my name. Both prayers were answered without making my needs known to anyone except the Lord.
From a tropical temperature of 90 degrees, I landed in snow and ice in Canada. After one month in Vancouver, I came to
the United States of America. I now trusted that He would take care of my many needs, since I was beginning life anew at
48 years of age, practically penniless, without an alien resident card, without a driver’s license, without a recommendation of
any kind, having only the Lord and His Word.
I spent six months with a Christian couple on a farm in Washington State. I explained to my hosts that I had left the Roman
Catholic Church and that I had accepted Jesus Christ and His Word in the Bible as all-sufficient. I had done this, I said,
"absolutely, finally, definitively, and resolutely." Yet far from being impressed by these four adverbs, they wanted to know if
there was any bitterness or hurt inside me. In prayer and in great compassion, they ministered to me, for they themselves had
made the transition and knew how easily one can become embittered. Four days after I arrived in their home, by God’s
grace I began to see in repentance the fruit of salvation. This meant being able not only to ask the Lord’s pardon for my
many years of compromising but also to accept His healing where I had been so deeply hurt. Finally, at age 48, on the
authority of God’s Word alone, by grace alone, I accepted Christ’s substitutionary death on the Cross alone. To Him alone
be the glory.
Having been refurbished both physically and spiritually by this Christian couple together with their family, I was provided a
wife by the Lord, Lynn, born-again in faith, lovely in manner, intelligent in mind. Together we set out for Atlanta, Georgia,
where we both got jobs.
A Real Missionary With A Real Message
In September 1988, we left Atlanta to go as missionaries to Asia. It was a year of deep fruitfulness in the Lord that once I
would never have thought was possible. Men and women came to know the authority of the Bible and the power of Christ’s
death and resurrection. I was amazed at how easy it is for the Lord’s grace to be effective when only the Bible is used to
present Jesus Christ. This contrasted with the cobwebs of church tradition that had so clouded my 21 years in missionary
garments in Trinidad, 21 years without the real message.
To explain the abundant life of which Jesus spoke and which I now enjoy, no better words could be used than those of
Romans 8:1-2: "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but
after the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death." It is not just
that I have been freed from the Roman Catholic system, but that I have become a new creature in Christ. It is by the grace of
God, and nothing but His grace, that I have gone from dead works into new life.
Testimony to the Gospel of Grace
Back in 1972, when some Christians had taught me about the Lord healing our bodies, how much more helpful it would have
been had they explained to me on what authority our sinful nature is made right with God. The Bible clearly shows that Jesus
substituted for us on the cross. I cannot express it better than Isaiah 53:5: "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he
was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." (This means
that Christ took on himself what I ought to suffer for my sins. Before the Father, I trust in Jesus as my substitute.)
That was written 750 years before the crucifixion of our Lord. A short time after the sacrifice of the cross, the Bible states in
I Peter 2:24: "Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto
righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed."
Because we inherited our sin nature from Adam, we have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. How can we stand
before a Holy God — except in Christ — and acknowledge that He died where we ought to have died? God gives us the
faith to be born again, making it possible for us to acknowledge Christ as our substitute. It was Christ who paid the price for
our sins: sinless, yet He was crucified. This is the true Gospel message. Is faith enough? Yes, born-again faith is enough. That
faith, born of God, will result in good works including repentance: "For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto
good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them" (Ephesians 2:10).
In repenting, we put aside, through God’s strength, our former way of life and our former sins. It does not mean that we
cannot sin again, but it does mean that our position before God has changed. We are called children of God, for so indeed
we are. If we do sin, it is a relationship problem with the Father which can be resolved, not a problem of losing our position
as a child of God in Christ, for this position is irrevocable. In Hebrews 10:10, the Bible says it so wonderfully: "…we are
sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all."
The finished work of Christ Jesus on the Cross is sufficient and complete. As you trust solely in this finished work, a new life
which is born of the Spirit will be yours — you will be born again.
The Present Day
My present task: the good work that the Lord has prepared for me to do is as an evangelist situated in the Pacific Northwest
of the U.S.A. What Paul said about his fellow Jews I say about my dearly loved Catholic brothers: my heart’s desire and
prayer to God for Catholics is that they may be saved. I can testify about them that they are zealous for God, but their zeal is
not based in God’s Word but in their church tradition. If you understand the devotion and agony that some of our brothers
and sisters in the Philippines and South America have put into their religion, you may understand my heart’s cry: "Lord, give
us a compassion to understand the pain and torment of the search our brothers and sisters have made to please You. In
understanding pain inside the Catholic hearts, we will have the desire to show them the Good News of Christ’s finished work
on the Cross."
My testimony shows how difficult it was for me as a Catholic to give up Church tradition, but when the Lord demands it in
His Word, we must do it. The "form of godliness" that the Roman Catholic Church has makes it most difficult for a Catholic
to see where the real problem lies. Everyone must determine by what authority we know truth. Rome claims that it is only by
her own authority that truth is known. In her own words, Cannon 212, Section 1, "The Christian faithful, conscious of their
own responsibility, are bound by Christian obedience to follow what the sacred pastors, as representatives of Christ, declare
as teachers of the faith or determine as leaders of the Church." (Vatican Council II based, Code of Canon Law promulgated
by Pope John-Paul II, 1983).
Yet according to the Bible, it is God’s Word itself which is the authority by which truth is known. It was man-made traditions
which caused the Reformers to demand "the Bible only, faith only, grace only, in Christ only, and to God only be the glory."
The Reason Why I Share
I share these truths with you now so that you can know God’s way of salvation. Our basic fault as Catholics is that we
believe that somehow we can of ourselves respond to the help God gives us to be right in His sight. This presupposition that
many of us have carried for years is aptly defined in the Catechism of the Catholic Church (1994) #2021, "Grace is the help
God gives us to respond to our vocation of becoming his adopted sons…."
With that mindset, we were unknowingly holding to a teaching that the Bible continually condemns. Such a definition of grace
is man’s careful fabrication, for the Bible consistently declares that the believer’s right standing with God is "without works"
(Romans 4:6), "without the deeds of the Law" (Romans 3:28), "not of works" (Ephesians 2:9), "It is the gift of God,"
(Ephesians 2:8). To attempt to make the believer’s response part of his salvation and to look upon grace as "a help" is to
flatly deny Biblical truth,
"…if by grace, then is it no more of works: otherwise grace is no more grace…" (Romans 11:6). The simple Biblical message
is that "the gift of righteousness" in Christ Jesus is a gift, resting on His all-sufficient sacrifice on the cross, "For if by one
man’s offence death reigned by one; much more they which receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness shall
reign in life by one, Jesus Christ" (Romans 5:17).
So it is as Christ Jesus Himself said, He died in place of the believer, the One for many (Mark 10:45), His life a ransom for
many. As He declared, …this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins" (Matthew
26:28). This is also what Peter proclaimed, "For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that He might
bring us to God…" (I Peter 3:18).
This fact, dear reader, is presented clearly to you in the Bible. Acceptance of it is now commanded by God, "…Repent ye,
and believe the gospel" (Mark 1:15).
The most difficult repentance for us dyed-in-the-wool Catholics is changing our mind from thoughts of "meriting," "earning,"
"being good enough," simply to accepting with empty hands the gift of righteousness in Christ Jesus. To refuse to accept what
God commands is the same sin as that of the religious Jews of Paul’s time, "For they being ignorant of God’s righteousness,
and going about to establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto the righteousness of God."
Repent and believe the Good News!
A native of Ireland he returned there in 1996 on an evangelistic tour. He now lives in Portland Oregon U.S.A. He teaches a
workshop at Multnomah Bible College on "Catholicism in the Light of Biblical Truth." His greatest joy is door-to-door
witnessing . He has produced three series of radio broadcasts. A fourth series is about to begin in the Philippines on
D.W.T.I. and D.V. R .O. radio stations. He is co-editor of this book and founder of the ministry named "Berean Beacon."
Richard M. Bennett Berean Beacon P.O. Box 192 Del Valle, TX 78617-0192 WebPage: www.bereanbeacon.org Email: [email protected]