I was around twelve years old, an old man down the street took me
fishing. His nickname was "Carolina". I've loved to fish
since long before I ever started school. Carolina wanted to go fish
on "The Trestle" as it was called around those parts. No one thought to
tell me to
watch out for the trains. The Trestle was smack in the middle of
seven mile stretch of a 55 mile per hour speed zone.
sky was clear, the fish were biting, and that was heaven on
earth for me. Carolina found his sweet spot about mid-trestle. So he
sat down, hung his feet over the side, and went to fishing. There was
good sized bass that kept hitting my line and stealing my bait. So I was moving around
between the bank and about a third of the way across the trestle; but
not too close to Carolina. Then that bass stole my bait one time too many. That got the
little Pentecostal boy angry. I told that bass, “I'll get me another
'minner' (minnow) and come back and get you!”
bait bucket was on the bank. When I turned to go
minnow, I heard the blast of a freight train's horn. He was barreling
down the track full speed. Before I could react he was
right on me, less than a hundred yards away. I didn't know
do. I was scared to jump into the water because it was full of hungry
gators and cotton mouth mocasins. I knew if one got after me, the bank would be too steep to get
away from it. I knew I
couldn't outrun the train. I was too far from the bank to jump. It
seemed I just froze. Then the train blasted the horn a second time,
my heart was racing, and everything went from a blur to going
dark. I came to myself laying on
the bank, dazed and stunned. It felt like I jumped, and I think that's
what I did. But I'm not certain that's what happened. The last thing I
remember seeing before the blur and blackout, I was within ten feet of
that speeding locomotive.
in mind, all this happened in probably less than three or
four seconds; yet my memory of it seems like it was happening in slow
the conductor blasted his horn the first time,
he looked up. But the poor man stuttered so badly he could hardly
finish a sentence; so he couldn't even warn me. He
was in his sixties and only had one lung. So he
couldn't move fast, and he could only swim a few strokes without
becoming exhausted. Worse, there were gators and mocasins everywhere. As I sat there
on the bank, dazed, terrified,
and helpless, my soul cried out to the Lord; watching that train fly
past us at 55
miles per hour. I watched Carolina sitting on the trestle, holding on
for dear life, leaning toward the water as far as he could without
falling in, as his shirt tail flapped in the wind. The deafening roar
alone of such a massive machine moving at that speed was enough to
frighten the devil.
I make no claim or inference of any supernatural occurence that day.
before God, I cannot say with absolute certainty what happened from
when I left the trestle to when I came to myself on the bank. But I
am certain there was divine intervention in whatever happened; and that
did save my life.
two weeks later, a man and his son were fishing on The Trestle.
was reversed. They were positioned perfectly opposite of where
Carolina and I were. The train was heading in the opposite direction.
The son was my pastor's newspaper boy.
the train came at them, the son did opposite what I did and tried to outrun
the train. My
pastor told me the impact was so great it knocked the boy's pockets
inside out and knocked his shoes off his feet. His father stood
helplessly watching as the tragedy unfolded. As I listened to my
pastor tell me the story, I knew the Lord was showing me what a mighty
deliverance He had wrought for me that day. He showed me that this had been
what the devil had planned for me that day.
would never try to mislead, exaggerate, or
dramatize any story
involving the things of God. I reverence Him too much for that. I will
account to Him both here and at the judgment. I've heard testimonies
where people claim God did something they know full well that man did;
and that dishonors the Lord. He doesn't need our help or vindication,
we need His.
Besides, to so exaggerate something in the Name of the Lord, or claim
that God did something
that we realize some man almost certainly did, is wrong! It is a form
the Name of the Lord Thy God in vain", and a direct violation of
the Third Commandment. So when I claim a supernatural experience, or
when I say the phrase "Thus Saith the Lord", I believe with
all my heart I am correct; and it is based on diligent prayer, and
decades of experiences that
have never once failed!
God knows what actually happened and
how He saved me. My claims are: God delivered me that day from a
certain death; satan has tried to kill me
fifteen distinct times in my life, and this was one of his demonic
every time he has tried to kill me, God has delivered me; that day
on that railroad trestle, satan planned to kill me; and God did
something divine to rescue me. Otherwise, I would have been killed,
just like my pastor's newspaper boy was two weeks later killed. Those facts I do aver.
CHRIST IS MY MIGHTY DELIVERER!
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....