Roger Morneau Former Demon Worshipper

It’s not every day a satanic cult threatens someone with death for becoming a Christian. Roger Morneau knew that all too well.

Raised in a pious Catholic family, Morneau nevertheless struggled with his faith from an early age, questioning Catholic tenets like burning the wicked for all eternity. By the time he left the Canadian Merchant Navy after World War II, he had cultivated a hatred for God.

Soon after, he ran into an old friend named Roland, who had become interested in spiritualism. Morneau’s first séance quickly turned into demon worship as the two were promptly introduced to a satanic cult smack dab in the middle of Montreal’s high society.

Morneau sank headlong into a world full of demon ventriloquists, self- typing typewriters, and divination. He participated in worship services to the devil himself and encountered firsthand the alluring deception of selling one’s soul for wealth and power. He even won $420 at the racetrack with the help of a demonic dream. The counterfeit existed, the hatred of Christ palpable, and the devil’s lust for adoration pervasive.

Now the time had come to officially join this secret society. Morneau hesitated, asking for one week to decide. That night, hardly knowing what he was saying, he cried out, “If there is a God in heaven who cares for me, help me!”

But wasn’t it too late? He had already given up on God and was in so deep with the Satanists.

Then, his prayer was answered. At work, God arranged for him to cross paths with a new employee named Cyril Grosse. At break, their conversation led to God. Cyril easily had answers from the Bible for those same questions that had led Morneau to renounce his faith.

That same evening, Morneau sat in the Grosses’ home, absorbed in a Bible study with Cyril and his wife. A week later, Morneau had completed all 28 studies and had even attended the Grosses’ Sabbathkeeping church. He was convinced that God loved even him.

But his week was up, and Roland arrived to give him an ultimatum: Choose Christ and take a fatal bullet someday, somewhere.

Morneau chose Christ. At 21, he was baptized into Cyril’s same Sabbath- keeping church—and died at 73 years old, a husband, a father and grandfather, and God’s steadfast witness. Not once did he take a bullet, fatal or otherwise.

Reflect: Do you believe that Jesus Christ can deliver you from all the powers of darkness?