WOW......Have You Ever Seen Something Like That?

Sitting on the porch with dad, bible in

front of him on the table, I'm leaning

over him reading some bible verses from First John chapter 2 out loud so we both could hear.

That which is in parenthesis is my commentary, and I quote from verse 18, "Children, it is the last hour," (Some people have been told we're living in the last days, but here it's closer than that, we're in the last hour, people get ready to meet the LORD!) "and as you've heard the antichrist is coming, so now many antichrist's have come." (In those days most of the antichrists were those holding on to their Jewish teaching or other forms of worship. Just think! How many gods, religious cults and occults are here in America today? Other than a UFO picture and I suppose it was a UFO of sorts, though somewhat small, this ball of light with an aura around appeared with a trail of light, resembling this meteor zoomed past us level to my eye sight, seemed to be the size of a softball and I saw into it. Strange something zooming and I saw into the ball. Dad and I were amazed, at first I said, "was that lightening?") Therefore we know that it is the last hour!

Much could be hypothesized about what we saw just less than seven days ago, and yet I think it was a Godly intervention. As I continue to research material for my upcoming, no this is God's upcoming book, I am merely the vessel to write and communicate the words of His heart.

Several years back God blessed me with a trip down through some historical data. This short day trip was an encounter God in a different way, by following His guidance down highway 150 to Tyro, N.C. I understood that morning in October that He was going to take me to the library to do some research, and my first stop was in Arcadia. A highway marker along the way was my first stop and I understood this is not what God is referring to, so off I drive. I'm listening and talking to God, I used to pray most of the time while driving through the countryside and this day was no different. Then, I see a sign that said, Welcome to Historical Tyro, just as I read that I understood to turn left and I turned on the next street, to the stop sign and right turn, past one block and then another stop sign, I noticed a church across the street. I understood to drive under and through the covered breeze-way then park near the side door.

Much of my early ministry God instructed me to dress a certain way. This came by going to a church one Sunday morning that I had visited before, but a year or so beforehand God directed me not to attend here on a regular basis and that He would guide me to different churches that He wanted a Witness, usually to impart a word of knowledge through prophesy. I would pray to God and then God would speak through me to the person or persons. I never revealed myself as a prophet for many wouldn't accept a direct word from someone they don't know or know about. Many I would lay hands on and pray, others I'd just stand next to them have a little chat.

God sent me to this church that I knew I wasn't to attend, but He said to go, so I went and after arriving I noticed all these young women with mini-skirts on, knowing how that would affect the young me to lust after them, so I spoke to one young lady about her dress being so short and what she was doing to the male population especially at church. She listened, but walked away in a hurry. Anyway, there was the world in the church, though it's almost in every church now days. As a kid growing up I had a neighborhood lady that was Pentecostal, and she and her girls wore long dresses and no makeup as I could tell. I always wondered why they dressed that way, as a mature Christian man, I came to understand. They were convicted in their hearts and probably a church discipline to follow.

Okay, God sent me to this church, upon entering I asked a friend what was happening today here, and was told there was a special speaker from India, a man named Moses.

So, my wife and I entered into the sanctuary and waited for the speaker to begin.

He introduced himself and began to tell his story in India and how he was building a Christian school along the path the Hindi's walk their pilgrimages that leads down to the Ganges River. He was interesting to hear, and he said that God had directed Him and his students to dress in all black, then God tugged my heart. He continued to ask people to help him with God's call of his life in building this school. He was training men now, but the call was great and many want to learn about our forgiving God and His grace is for all who come to Him. I got up as God nudged me to head to the bathroom and waited and went in, as I'm standing at the sink, Mr. Moses comes into the room, he was perspiring, I guess it was because the lights over the stage. I gave him a word, "God will provide." I asked why he was dressed in black and for his contact info and left.

After a couple of weeks, God was telling me to do as I saw that Sunday with dress. The Pastor of that church wore a clerical collar and suit, so I purchased clerical shirts and collar, purchased a black coat and pants. But, I was uncomfortable after wearing this dress one day in public, so I didn't wear it often in the beginning. After a few months I understood to wear it every time God sent me into the public. What I gathered in the scriptures and books I was led to purchase was that the black signifies death, so I was dead and the collar depicted alive in Christ. Also, I was Episcopalian not Catholic.

Now, as I got out of my car and walked to the side of the church, rang the door bell, an elderly lady answers and I said, "You may find this strange, but God sent me here today and that I was going to the library to do research for something historical. Do you have anything historical here?" She was very forthcoming in saying "yes, but I can't let you in I'll have to call the pastor, he lives across the parking lot." That was okay with me I went back to the car, sat a few minutes and he came over. I explained everything to him about my research and he began to tell me about the church, even the area and the use of the Yadkin/Pee-dee Rivers with President Washington's visits to Old Salem and their original church was down the road a piece where their cemetery is now. I later by there on my way out of town. But, now in the church library, he showed me the instruments that were used in services of the old church, ledgers, rites given, ordained, and burials.

I told him that was interesting but that's not what I'm looking for. Then, he takes me into the sanctuary and shows me the original cross that was on the old churches steeple, that too, was nice but not it. He said that's about all I have to show you. I asked where the corner stone of the church was, he pointed to the corner and I noticed the stain glass of the vestibule and as I read it, St. Luke's Lutheran church, I said oh, a Lutheran church, I didn't know what denomination church I was in. I walked on back around to the side door and went outside to the cornerstone. When I arrived there God told me to prostrate myself, I did on the sidewalk and no more than ten seconds it seemed the pastor came around the other corner towards me and said, "By-the-way do you know what today is? It's all Saint's day, the day Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses on the wall in Wittenberg, Germany. Then GOD SAID, to my heart "AND THAT PLEASED ME!"