His Grace at Work Testimony of a Preacher |
The next Monday morning it felt normal again. No voices and back to the old grind. One of my staff needed to talk to me. He said he had something real important to share with me. I was not sure what it was so I called him in. He then proceeded to tell me that while I was gone that something incredible happened to him. He shared how he had received Jesus as his Lord and Savoir. Instantly I was shaken to the bone, I remembered my experience in Calgary where the man on the street said that there would be someone back home to tell me about Jesus. I listened as he shared the salvation experience. My emotions began to overtake me, I began to cry and then I got angry. He was confused with me, but then I told him to leave the office. I knew something was up but I did not understand how God works. My lack of knowledge only confused me more. "Was God talking to me," There seemed to be a battle between my soul and flesh? A knowing, yet a rebellion of sorts. My wife was at the lake so I was alone at home all week. I was wretched in my soul and the only thing I knew was go and get drunk. I would go to my friends and get loaded and then tell them that Jesus was coming back soon. I did this for three days. My friend's wife was so concerned that she phoned my wife to say that I was losing it and that everyone was concerned. She said that as soon as I had too much to drink all I could talk about was the "end is coming." I struggled with all kinds of temptation, things came to my mind, lust, suicide, murder, and it was horrible. On the third day I went home and turned on the tube, and there was a movie called "The Exorcist." It was horrible, yet I seemed to be engulfed in it. Suddenly in one scene the room is swaying and in the corner stood a man in black, I could not see his face but he seemed to point his finger directly at me and say, "I have you and I will not let you go." I have since found out that there is no scene in the exorcist like this. I sobered up instantly and shut off the TV. I went to bed afraid and confused, again I thought I was going crazy. Finally I fell asleep, and then suddenly I felt something in the room. I was lying on my right side facing a lamp. I could see the moonlight shining through the window. I could see the bed end table and a picture on the wall. I thought "am I asleep or awake." But I could not shake off the feeling of someone behind me, on the left side of the bed. Fear gripped me! I wondered "Should I turn and look?" I decided to turn my head real, real slow and there he was a large individual about eight feet tall. I froze with fear; I could not speak or even move. He was very big with a light tan tunic and his muscular arms folded across his large chest. His neck was the size of an extra large football player. He had sandy tan colored hair and a bronze complexion. His face was like that of a strong man yet the tenderness of a woman. I was stunned and very afraid. Then without moving his mouth he spoke to me and said, "do not be afraid I am here to protect you" Instantly the fear left. I do not know how long I looked at him but he never said anything else. Suddenly, I awoke and He was gone. But it was so real; I was overwhelmed with emotions. I decided to get up and walk around, I went to the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk and drank it down. I thought this may helping me from dreaming. I went back to bed and dosed off. Then there he was again, in the same position, standing in the same spot as if he had never moved. I thought this is no dream! I stared at him I no not how long, then it was morning and he was gone! I was shaken and convicted, I went to my couch and fell to my knees. I prayed to God. I said "I do not know what you are doing but from this day on I will serve you. Do whatever you will." I phoned the fellow from work who had shared his experience with Jesus. I shared with him what I was going through. He was able to assure me that everything was all right. As he talked about Jesus I was getting more and more excited. I felt an urgency to get a bible and asked if he had one. His mom had a white King James Bible with a zipper in the basement; he dusted it off and brought it over. For the next few days I was consumed with the red words spoken by Jesus. I could not get enough. It was like a lost treasure, I was seeing this Jesus, who I met, for the first time in person. His words seemed to explode in my heart. I could feel his love, the love I had felt in my first two visitations. I knew this was the same man in that dark theater, the man that knocked on the door one cool summer night when. He knew me and I was now starting to get to know Him. It was incredible. But I had one major obstacle, my wife! She was at the lake with out two boys and I had to pick her up. I prayed to God, amazingly with confidence and assurance, I gave my family to Him and said that if Jan did not want Him and desired to leave me I would not fight her for the children or anything. That I was going to serve him first! She knew nothing of what happened to me. But she knew something was up when I was so quit all the way home. I wanted to speak but somehow I was blocked. My emotions were high yet num. Finally, what felt like eternity, we arrived at home? She was beginning to get a little perturbed with the silence and of coarse with me. She put the boys to bed and came into the loving room where I was sitting and sternly asked, "What's up" I began to share my experience in detail. She never interrupted me but at time showed a shocked look. At the end she simple said "you can have your religion but do not share it with me" and went to bed. I did not say much over the next couple weeks but she had seen such a dramatic change that she kept asking questions. Then one day in a little Four Square church called the Turtle Lake mission; she too met the man Jesus. |
Chapter Six My Forth Grace Visitation |
Roxy Nolin Copywrite - 2002 |
