I was riding a horse alone in the Everglades, or "The Glades"
as we called it. We used to say jokingly that it was so quiet out
there you could hear someone else think. I was basking in that serene
yet very dangerous environment when I heard someone call my name. It
was unusual in that it was like a booming voice, but it wasn't loud.
Yet it also seemed to have some majestic element. It was
Right now, as I reflect on the incident I am reminded
of when God called out to a little boy named Samuel. When Samuel
awoke, he thought Eli had called him. We've all read the story in 1
Samuel chapter 3.
Another facet that seemed odd was, from my
vantage point in the saddle I could see for miles in any direction
over the sage grass and patches of saw grass.
At first, I thought it was a prank.
I wasn't living for the Lord back then, and wasn't given kindly to
pranks. So I pulled out my lever action 44 magnum Winchester from the
rifle scabbard, and jacked a shell into the chamber. Then I warned,
whoever was out there had better stand up and be identified, or else.
I had no plans of someone finding my badly decomposed body out there
months later half-eaten by animals.
As I waited my mind raced as I tried to
discern what was happening. I heard nothing but that haunting
silence. Where was their horse? Where was their swamp buggy? No one
could have walked on foot that far into those swampy Glades, no water
or shelter, and through all that thick snake infested underbrush.
There was no horse in sight, and no sound of one. Had my horse come
in proximity to another horse, one or both would have whinnied.
Suddenly a chill fell over me when I
realized the voice had called me by my birth name. When I started
performing music publicly around age 12-13 I began using a stage
name. For seven years everyone, even teachers at school had addressed
me by my stage name. No one at that ranch even knew my legal name.
As I processed all the information
another thought came to me; the voice seemed to have come from every
direction. I had hunted and fished in the Glades all my life. There
are no mountains or buildings out there to reflect sound. The only
logical explanation for one sound coming from every direction is if
it came from above. For instance in the Glades, thunder can sound
like it's coming from every direction. As it is written (John 12:29),
when the Father spoke from heaven, "...others said it
thundered...." I understand how they could think that.
I reasoned this no longer resembled any
natural call from a human person. It wasn't loud yet it was powerful,
majestic. No one could have been that far out there without a horse
or a swamp buggy; and I saw no evidence of either. I was being
called by my legal name which no one around there knew. Against the
physical laws, the voice seemed to come from every direction.
Then His Holy Spirit overshadowed me,
just as He had so many times as a child back in the Pentecostal days.
And like rebellious backslidden Jonah, I in effect cried out, "Lord I
will pay that which I have vowed!" I remembered how as a little
boy I had promised the Lord if He would bless my musical talents I
would use my gift to serve Him all my life.
Sadly I had already broken that
vow so many times.
With tears streaming down my face I
cried out to God for mercy. I promised that if He would not give up
on me, one day I would come home to serve Him. How many times had I
sat drunk on a bar stool having just finished a show, not even yet
old enough to legally drink, and through bitter tears quietly
reiterated that promise to Him. While He never deserted me or
abandoned me, and I knew His love had no bounds, I sensed His
patience was reaching the end of its tether.
It was much like the Psalmist wrote,
regardless of where I ran, how fast I ran, or how hard I tried to do
so, I could not get away from God. Where ever I went, He was there, a
bar room, a bedroom, even the seemingly god-forsaken Everglades. But
I thank God He never gave up on me, even when I gave Him every reason
to do so.
The purpose for sharing this is not to
be melodramatic, or to boast or to celebritize me, but to testify of
Him! Further, it is to show yet another reason why I am willing to
follow Him into the lion's den; because He never gave up on me. And
though friends, family, even church folks may abandon me, or worse
desert , even shun me; I know that just as God promised in His word,
He will never leave me, or forsake me. I am living proof that you can
rest in His promise, "I will never leave you nor forsake
I did not Share the Supernatural Signs, Photos, and Experiences
people ask me, “why
didn't you share
these photos, and tell the people about these supernatural signs and
experiences when you first came here?”
inference is that it would have enhanced my ministry here. That is
probably correct. Had I exploited the sacred gifts, experiences, and
signs God has given me, I probably could have avoided those 32-years
of poverty, shame, and humiliation. But at what cost?
did not give them to me to be merchandised. I should not be forced to
choose between exploiting holy gifts, and poverty. No one should have
to defile sacred things to get the church to do the right thing!
What's the difference in that and prostitution?
did not tell me I was allowed to make these things public, until
recently. For me, it is better to be in obedience and endure the
abject poverty, than to deliberately go out of His will in order to
prosper. I can honestly say, there were times I thought of giving up;
was I tempted to exploit the signs, experiences, and photographs.
Perhaps the following two part explanation will help.
all, the signs were
for me, not for them. The
“Burning Bush” was
for Moses, not for Israel. Moses' “Hand”
becoming leprous then being healed, Moses' “Rod”
becoming a snake and again becoming a rod, and pouring water on the
ground and it turning into "Blood",
each were initially for Moses, not for Israel. Moses revealed these
things to Israel much later, during the "Wilderness
they were initially
given to Moses to help him believe enough to accept his commission
from God; and to withstand when satan would test his faith to the
extreme. Until recently, I was not given permission to share these
before I came here, the Lord gave me instructions on how I would know
who has His Holy Spirit in them. He had placed His Spirit in me and
confirmed that with supernatural signs. He did that for me, to
confirm these things to me and in me. It was not for them, at that
me that if they have His Holy Spirit in them, that Spirit will
recognize who I am by the Spirit He placed in me. His Spirit will not
repel His Spirit.
know how the spirit operates understand what I'm saying here. This
was demonstrated in Brother Branham's ministry, every time he
ministered in the Spirit.
showed me if they repel me, never accept me, reject me, shun me,
never allow me to get close, push me away, or any of those kinds of
conduct, then His Holy Spirit is not in them; regardless of what they
may claim, feel, or do.
another spirit in them that hates the Spirit He placed in me.
So that is
how I'll know who they are, by how they respond to me; not by how
they respond to seeing Him manifest supernatural signs through me.
There's always a multitude ready to follow after the fishes and
loaves. As throughout scripture, the signs were to be shown to the
elect, in the wilderness.
Now I can
just hear some critic arise, citing for example Paul's bitter
dissension with Barnabas over Mark. I would say to Mr. or Mrs.
Critic, remember in your current role that's all you are, is a
critic. Contrary to what you may believe, the Holy Spirit did not
prompt you with your criticism. He knows the truth. He's the One who
revealed this to me. He's the One who confirmed it countless times
with signs. Had “...the Spirit of Truth come....”
prompt you, that would have been to “...guide you into all
truth....” My recommendation is to first get deliverance from
all evils spirits, then seek the infilling of the Holy Spirit, and
then ask “...the Comforter....”,
and “...He will teach you all things....”
A few months
after we moved here, the Lord gave me Ezekiel
a pattern of what was to come.
years later, He has vindicated me unquestionably as His servant, and
as one of His prophets, just as promised. Over these three-plus
decades, those verses He gave me in Ezekiel have unfolded like a
blossom opens in spring. And just as that passage states, they “heard
but would not do them; they
made a “show
but chased after covetousness; and I was to them as a “...song
of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an
And just as He promised me, “...when
this cometh to pass, (lo it will come,) then shall they know that a
prophet hath been among them....”
As they always
have, those things I have prophesied over this place, and these
people, will come to pass. Woe unto them who have not repented in
purpose for sharing these supernatural signs and experiences is not
to boast, but to testify
of Him! These signs and experiences are not to celebritize me, but to
magnify Him! He gave them, and continues to give them, to vindicate
me as His servant. Further, it is to show yet another reason why I am
willing to repeatedly follow Him into the lion's den; and why I've
been willing to endure the decades of extreme adversity, abject
poverty, insults, humiliation, and public shame. I love Him!
ago, He revealed Himself to me by His power and marked me as "His
Property" with "His
Forty years ago, He revealed Himself to me by snatching me away
and engulfing me into His glorious Shekinah Presence, and similar to
the Mount of Transfiguration account. Twenty years ago, He gave me a
conditional promise of my full ministry and confirmed it by the
sign, which remains to this day. He has made me know experientially
that ALL power and authority is in Him; and that nothing and no one
can stand in His presence; no demon, no principality, no angel, no
disease, no military force, nor satan, and not even death can stand
against Him! Everyone and everything is subject to Him! He’s been
with me, even in me all my life!
has always delivered me! I am His property! He defends me
extravagantly! Woe unto me if I preach not the gospel....