Today - New Years day - I will look forward and make resolutions. I like doing that. Sometimes it works out sometimes is doesn't. Last year it didn't because of Covid, but it's a new year. But before I look forward I thought I would look back and specifically at God is my life. I have testimonies - thousands of them - incredible, impossible, testimonies about Him in my life. I wouldn't believe them if I had not lived them.
I'm in my sixties now, so I can look back. He came into my life after I turned 40. It seems like it was in an instant, the specific instant was when I woke up one morning, sat up, then suddenly a voice said, "Read Your Bible". That voice came with such power that it felt like someone had hit me over the side of the head with a 2X4. I was shaking. I had to check to make sure I was ok. I saw a crystal clear vision of my Bible behind my time clock, and turning to look I saw my Bible sitting there just like in the vision. The amazing thing was that I hardly knew I had a Bible. I never read it. I was something my mom had given me many years before. It certainly should have been packed away in an old box in a closet or perhaps the garage, but there is was sitting right next to my time clock. God had some how taken it out of some box and put it there.
I think of that moment as the beginning of Him in my life, but that's not exactly true. He had done things before that I had just ignored, like the time my wife had taken us to church and when the pastor made an alter call, I suddenly felt a hand in the middle of my back pushing me forward. I didn't go forward though. And farther back, when I was about ten, I had go forward when another alter call had been made. I was feeling a neat calm feeling then. I concluded it must be God, so went forward, got baptized, and He seems to have completely disappeared after that.
Still, most of what happened in my life happened after the voice saying "Read Your Bible". I did read my Bible, and it was touch going at times. It took me 9 months to finish it, but weird things started to happen. Spiritual things like dreams, vision, and premonitions. The weirdest being when I suddenly broke down weeping when I read about Jesus going to the cross. I couldn't get it out of my head that I had killed Him. Four gospels and four times I broke down weeping the same way. I didn't cry. I never cried. It was something that a man like me did. So what was with that. I certainly wasn't around 2000 years ago, so I couldn't have killed Him, but in my spirit that was all I could think about. -- It was just weird.
It kept getting weirder. I also broken down crying at the end of Revelation. I didn't have the "I killed Him" thoughts then. So I don't know why to this day that happened, but my life had turned spiritual. That actually worried me a lot. To this day I don't really like the strange spiritual things of God, but He is spirit, so it is hard to not have those things in your life. And in my life they came and happened.
I had been going through a divorce when He came into my life. I had moved out and was in brothers house when Fathers day came around. The first one without my two kids in my life. It was about 5 AM and dark outside when suddenly I felt the presence of God in the room, and the presence was incredibly powerful. I sat up wondering what was happening, when I saw a greenish cloud start to develop across the room. I was like something straight out of a ghost movie. It swirled into a face of a lady as it came towards me. The presence had become so strong that I couldn't breath. It kissed me on the forehead and it felt exactly like someone had put a spot of oil there, and then it disappeared, which was important because I desperately needed to breath. So I wound up gasping for air. That was perhaps the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, but not by much.
Because those spiritual things were happening and they worried me, I wanted to make sure it was the Lord. So I decided to pray for the gift of tongues. The Bible had said it was a gift of the Spirit, and it said is edified us. Silly me, I thought "edify" meant justified as opposed to teaches us. So I started praying for the gift of tongues, to make sure the spiritual stuff was from the Lord Jesus Christ. I pray "Jesus Christ, I want the gift of tongues". Then I waited two days. Then prayed for it again, and waited another two days. Then I pray for it again asking Him, "How long does it take God to give me the gift of tongues? A thought came back to me saying, "You are not ready yet." I responded, "Well, make me ready." Thinking back on it, that was the first conversation I ever had with Him, but at the time I wasn't sure what had just happened.
That night about 2 AM I suddenly woke up, feeling the presence of God. It was not as powerful as when I got that kiss, but something was up, and I was sitting up wondering what when I suddenly swallowed a bug. Well I thought it was a bug until as it went down my throat it felt like it was fire. It hit my stomach and my whole chest felt like it burst into flames. It felt like a really bad case of heart burn. Then I realized. I got the gift of tongues! Tongues came down like tongues of fire. So I got on my knees, put my hands together, and opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I felt silly.
The next day I told my mom what had happened. It turned out that my mom spoke in tongues??? How had I never known that? She advised me to just put out a noise and let the Lord take it from there. And that night I prayed again. Again I got woken up in the middle of the night and this time my chest was on fire when I awoke. So again I got on my knees, put my hands together, and put out the letter "A". I had decided to do that, and I found myself saying three words or syllables. I didn't know which. It was "A shew a". That was it. So what was it. The next day again I went over to my moms. She was a bit busy when I got there, so I pick up a paper she had gotten. It was the Messianic times, or something like that. As I read I saw this word "yeshua" and it got my attention instantly. That was the word I said, except I started it with an "A". I had not seen that word before, but I could tell in context that is must mean Jesus. I did. I confirmed that with my mom. So the first word I said in tongues was Jesus in Hebrew. He is just weird. And that was the beginning of my walk with Him.
I'm in my sixties now, so I can look back. He came into my life after I turned 40. It seems like it was in an instant, the specific instant was when I woke up one morning, sat up, then suddenly a voice said, "Read Your Bible". That voice came with such power that it felt like someone had hit me over the side of the head with a 2X4. I was shaking. I had to check to make sure I was ok. I saw a crystal clear vision of my Bible behind my time clock, and turning to look I saw my Bible sitting there just like in the vision. The amazing thing was that I hardly knew I had a Bible. I never read it. I was something my mom had given me many years before. It certainly should have been packed away in an old box in a closet or perhaps the garage, but there is was sitting right next to my time clock. God had some how taken it out of some box and put it there.
I think of that moment as the beginning of Him in my life, but that's not exactly true. He had done things before that I had just ignored, like the time my wife had taken us to church and when the pastor made an alter call, I suddenly felt a hand in the middle of my back pushing me forward. I didn't go forward though. And farther back, when I was about ten, I had go forward when another alter call had been made. I was feeling a neat calm feeling then. I concluded it must be God, so went forward, got baptized, and He seems to have completely disappeared after that.
Still, most of what happened in my life happened after the voice saying "Read Your Bible". I did read my Bible, and it was touch going at times. It took me 9 months to finish it, but weird things started to happen. Spiritual things like dreams, vision, and premonitions. The weirdest being when I suddenly broke down weeping when I read about Jesus going to the cross. I couldn't get it out of my head that I had killed Him. Four gospels and four times I broke down weeping the same way. I didn't cry. I never cried. It was something that a man like me did. So what was with that. I certainly wasn't around 2000 years ago, so I couldn't have killed Him, but in my spirit that was all I could think about. -- It was just weird.
It kept getting weirder. I also broken down crying at the end of Revelation. I didn't have the "I killed Him" thoughts then. So I don't know why to this day that happened, but my life had turned spiritual. That actually worried me a lot. To this day I don't really like the strange spiritual things of God, but He is spirit, so it is hard to not have those things in your life. And in my life they came and happened.
I had been going through a divorce when He came into my life. I had moved out and was in brothers house when Fathers day came around. The first one without my two kids in my life. It was about 5 AM and dark outside when suddenly I felt the presence of God in the room, and the presence was incredibly powerful. I sat up wondering what was happening, when I saw a greenish cloud start to develop across the room. I was like something straight out of a ghost movie. It swirled into a face of a lady as it came towards me. The presence had become so strong that I couldn't breath. It kissed me on the forehead and it felt exactly like someone had put a spot of oil there, and then it disappeared, which was important because I desperately needed to breath. So I wound up gasping for air. That was perhaps the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, but not by much.
Because those spiritual things were happening and they worried me, I wanted to make sure it was the Lord. So I decided to pray for the gift of tongues. The Bible had said it was a gift of the Spirit, and it said is edified us. Silly me, I thought "edify" meant justified as opposed to teaches us. So I started praying for the gift of tongues, to make sure the spiritual stuff was from the Lord Jesus Christ. I pray "Jesus Christ, I want the gift of tongues". Then I waited two days. Then prayed for it again, and waited another two days. Then I pray for it again asking Him, "How long does it take God to give me the gift of tongues? A thought came back to me saying, "You are not ready yet." I responded, "Well, make me ready." Thinking back on it, that was the first conversation I ever had with Him, but at the time I wasn't sure what had just happened.
That night about 2 AM I suddenly woke up, feeling the presence of God. It was not as powerful as when I got that kiss, but something was up, and I was sitting up wondering what when I suddenly swallowed a bug. Well I thought it was a bug until as it went down my throat it felt like it was fire. It hit my stomach and my whole chest felt like it burst into flames. It felt like a really bad case of heart burn. Then I realized. I got the gift of tongues! Tongues came down like tongues of fire. So I got on my knees, put my hands together, and opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I felt silly.
The next day I told my mom what had happened. It turned out that my mom spoke in tongues??? How had I never known that? She advised me to just put out a noise and let the Lord take it from there. And that night I prayed again. Again I got woken up in the middle of the night and this time my chest was on fire when I awoke. So again I got on my knees, put my hands together, and put out the letter "A". I had decided to do that, and I found myself saying three words or syllables. I didn't know which. It was "A shew a". That was it. So what was it. The next day again I went over to my moms. She was a bit busy when I got there, so I pick up a paper she had gotten. It was the Messianic times, or something like that. As I read I saw this word "yeshua" and it got my attention instantly. That was the word I said, except I started it with an "A". I had not seen that word before, but I could tell in context that is must mean Jesus. I did. I confirmed that with my mom. So the first word I said in tongues was Jesus in Hebrew. He is just weird. And that was the beginning of my walk with Him.