“for we cannot but speak of what we have seen and heard” ~ Acts 4:20
I have carried this story around in an invisible backpack a very long time. So long, in fact, I am not certain of the exact days and dates in which everything took place. Stored away under lock and key in the attic of my mind for nearly two decades, only a handful of people have been allowed into that reserved space of mental real estate to hear the story. Why? Primarily out of fear of being branded an enlistee in a hyper-faith church movement, denomination or other such religious label ordinarily associated with people telling such a tale as the one you are about to read – I detest labeling of that sort.
Why then do I choose to tell it now, to go public and risk the seering heat of the branding iron these many years later? God knows. Perhaps I have just grown too old to care what others may think, or maybe it has taken this long for God to burn out my senseless concern for being accepted or rejected by my peers and associates who I labor alongside side of in ministry and sit together with in ministerial circles. I really don’t know and with all due respect, I honestly don’t give a hoot.
What I do know is what I was a personal witness of; a supernatural God doing something supernatural in one of the most remote parts of the world. Thus to my friends, family, associates, acquaintances and colleagues please understand; This backpack has become too heavy – it is time to lighten the load, and might I add: If you should now or ever think to tell me “God Can’t” – you’re too late, and this story is why that is so.
Please note, this is a book I am currently writing and will add chapters here at my blog site as they are completed. I hope you will read along expressing your thoughts in the comment section.
Blessings to all,