Rizzia Kristine Cocjin aka “ish”

I ask you to have an open heart and an open mind as you read this.

I got saved during a high school retreat last December 11, 2008. And the real story of my journey with Christ just started.

My father is part of the Freemasonry. He is the Philippine’s nationwide president of the Order of DeMolay Alumni for 2009-2011. When you study the Christian warfare against the real authorities of this world, these organizations were said to be part of the Illuminati where the anti-Christ is said to be existing.

My three brothers are also part of the Order of DeMolay. And to bring honour to the family, they wanted me to join Job’s Daughter which is an organization strictly for young ladies where Freemasonry runs in the blood, either through a mason father, grandfather or uncle. December 6, 2008, was my first time in the Grand Lodge of the Philippines in Manila where a number of masons gather for assemblies. (I can’t post exactly who they are and what they are doing. You may google them and learn more about their secret rituals/activities/agendas. Try Illuminati, they’re so connected.) My father proudly introduced me as their future member. Back then, I didn’t know what I was up to. Note that I was saved on the 11th of December, just five days ago from my first meeting with them.

Still wasn’t aware of what my family is in to, I went back on the first Sunday of January 2009. I was given lectures about their history and what they are doing—such as charities. From there, I’ve also learned that I was tasked to memorize their rituals and wear a certain white dress for my initiation. January 25, 2009 was the day of my initiation. Once I do that ceremony, I am forever a member of their sorority.

A week before that, my school principal wanted to see me. I suddenly searched for reasons why he would talk to me—my unpaid tuition fees perhaps. On my surprise, what happened was he personally invited me to attend their church’s youth fellowship where Pastor Leo would be the speaker, the pastor who introduced Christ to me. The initiation and the church fellowship were both on the same day, 25 January 2010, and both on the same time, 2:00 pm.

That time, I already knew how to pray. I asked God for guidance. What should I choose? The honour that I would bring my father or the joy I would get from the fellowship? God will never let His sheep astray. God saved me… again. He gave me the wisdom when I chose to attend the church fellowship. From then on, I started attending Sunday services on the same church with my principal who is also the youth pastor.

On 26 April 2009, Pastor Leo visited our church. He conducted an End Times Seminar. There, things became clearer to me. He exposed things about Illuminati and the Freemasonry. From there, I’ve learned that these are all satanic rituals and organizations. They deceive people by making them think that they are just an international fraternity who has genuine passion for God, mankind and their own country. I was deceived. My Dad still is, and my whole family.

A month before things went clear, I found myself lost. I could see in my spirit nothing but darkness. I wanted to take a step of faith forward, but there were so much fear. I didn’t know what I was about to step on. I wanted to follow Jesus, but I didn’t know how. I consulted my Christian friends. They encouraged me. But still, it wasn’t enough to keep me going. I started to lose hope. I doubted. Was salvation still possible in my family?

April 25, 2009, was my first attend on my church’s youth fellowship. I didn’t know what to expect. More or less, we were 20 in the circle together with our youth pastor. We shared our latest and get-to-know-you testimonies for the glory of God. They were shocked when they found out that my dad is a mason. They prayed for me. One saw a vision when they prayed for me. He said he saw a pyramid with a man sitting on top of it. People were praising him from below. Then he saw a hand from above reaching out for the man. In the end, it was the man himself who reached out for the hand. I’d like to believe that it was my dad himself who reached out for the inviting hand of God.

On that simple fellowship, the Holy Spirit poured out. Everyone was crying and shouting. Then the same boy saw a vision. He saw a vision of someone doubting. I was praying. I was telling God it wasn’t me. I convinced myself that it wasn’t I who doubted. I believed in God. Then there were more revelations and others confirmed. The pour out of the Spirit was almost over. One by one, we stopped crying. Then the same boy who had the vision, the hey-my-frist-time-to-talk-you-was-yesterday boy, sat beside me. He told me, “It’s you. It’s you who doubts. God wants you to know that you be strong. Hold on to Him. He got you. Do not doubt!” When I heard him say that, I was really crying out loud. I was the only one left crying. I couldn’t stop it. I felt like my heart was crushing. One sister in Christ got my back, I laid on her. Then another sister laid her hands and prayed for me in tongues. I didn’t know what else happened. I didn’t know how long I was crying. I didn’t even know where I got all those tears and scream. I felt so much pain and release. The pastor told me to stand up, but I couldn’t. I was feeling so weak. He forced me still. He held both my shoulders in support. My knees were bending and my back was slouching because of weakness. He told me to rebuke Satan. I didn’t know how exactly. Next thing I knew, I was shouting and crying, “Satan, leave me alone! I don’t want you! I don’t want you!” Then the lady whom I laid my back, held me. She embraced me tightly. Then the boy said, “I see God holding you now.” I felt so weak yet so secured.

That boy then told me the reason why I cried so hard. While I was shouting in cry, he saw in vision scary creatures, demons perhaps, attacking me. I was about to fall into deep black hole. But then he saw a light—a hand reaching for me. Just I was about to fall, the Hand grabbed me. It was God. It was God who saved me… again.

That night was a victory! God did an awesome work! When I got home later that evening, I found my dad so mad. He got so angry when he knew that I came from church. He threw curses. He told me never to go back to that church again, or else he would burn it. So many hurting words and curses I received from him. But God had my back. Instead of anger or answering back, I was silent. Instead of hatred, my heart was full of joy I couldn’t explain.

In the present, I still experience persecution from my family at times—from my dad especially. There are still Sundays when I would hear his curses because I went to church. But my heart is hopeful. I’m holding on to God’s promise

Acts 16:31, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you and your entire household.”

I declare and claim the salvation of my family in JESUS’ name!

I am not proud of what my family is in to. But I want to let the world know the goodness and greatness of God in my life.

Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:12)

I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God’s grace. (Acts 20:24)

There is more to life than to what you have just read. A good author saves the best for last. And only God, the Author of my life, knows what tomorrow has for me. The best is yet to come.


Author Description


A blogger at Truth On-Air. Her mission is to make people feel loved by a glorious God as she passionately writes about her walk with Christ. Her life is a story of a princess' faith and a King's faithfulness. Email her at rcocjin@truthonair.com and visit her at pepper-ish.tumblr.com

  • Cornelius Cantos

    Very amazing testimony :)
    and I like this part…

    "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:12)"

    I praise the Lord that you have taken hold of this verse :)
    Your testimony will surely inspire so many people as it inspired me..

    God bless you sister Rizzia! :)

    • ish <rcocjin>

      Thank you for the time and patience to read this quite long testimony. :) I am humbled by how God moved and inspired you through this. He is a true and living God we serve. Glory to Him!

      By the way, call me Ish. Hehe :D

      God bless you always Cornelius, our brother in Christ. :)

  • Rhema

    Hi, Ish! I'm Rhema one of the new members of TOA. You got an amazing story. It's amazing how God saved you. Too bad I haven't met you personally when djboo and the others got a short get-together at Trinoma. God bless you in many, many ways and let's continue to declare that Jesus is Lord over your family! :D

    • ish<rcocjin>

      Hello Rhema! Sorry, it took me so long before I get to read your comment and reply. Djboo told me about you when we met. And I'm excited to meet you in person! Hopefully next fellowship. :D Let's journey with the LORD deeper. God bless you always! . :)

  • Sai

    “And only God, the Author of my life.” absolutely true :)
    just hold on to our one and only GOD, Jesus Christ.
    He loved us from the very start. Bless you!

  • http://truthonair.com Ish

    “He who began a good work in us will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 1:6

    God is faithful! Peace and love to you, Sai!

    ? Ish