Grand Island Nebraska, 1980. At this time I was in my apartment…
It was quite late at night and I was getting ready to go to bed. I had sat at the base of my bed and started to pray with intercession. I had been praying for some time and then prayed this prayer as I started to fall asleep:
“Lord, cover me with your full armor. Clothe me with the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the swiftness of your sandles, the shield of faith to deflect the fiery darts of the evil one, the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is Your word. Lord also surround me with Your angels for protection and in some way, use me tonight.”
I grew up in household that didn’t speak much about God or Jesus. In fact, the only real exposure to God or Jesus was when my brothers and I would visit my Grandmother in Virginia. She would talk to us about God and Jesus and give us the occasional Christian coloring book. She was very firm in her beliefs and I believed her. But then we would hop on the Piedmont airliner and head home and get back into our regular non-Christian lives. I would continue to say my prayers once in awhile. And when I asked my parents “why don’t we go to church?” or say “we should go to church.” they would always reply “sure, we will go.” But that never happened. Continue reading My First Real Holy Experience
This journey took place in 1977 at Great Lakes Naval Training Center, 1978 on board the USS LaSalle and 1979 on board the USS Brooke.
In 1976 and 1977 I was stationed at Great Lakes Naval Training Center outside of Chicago, Illinois.
I was stationed at the Boot Camp Dining Facility. One year as the Night Baker and one year as a General Cook and breakfast cook for the officers. My nicknames were “The Killer Cook and Jesus number 2”..kind of a study in contrast. On the one hand I had to keep order of the recruits that were assigned to me and on the other hand a witness to recruits and the others I worked with. 13,000 recruits made their way to the mess decks three meals a day. When I would see recruits having a hard time, I would pull them aside and encourage them and give a short witness. I always had my Christian music playing and they were a captive audience. Continue reading The Beginning of my New Life in Christ, Part 2
I entered the United States Navy in June of 1975. In July of 1975 I gave my life to Christ.
I was stationed at the Boot Camp in San Diego, California. My sister had sent me a bible and I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t know that she had become a Christian a year earlier. Her and her friends had been praying for me during that time and while I was in boot camp.
As you can imagine, bootcamp can be quite a trying time for most all recruits. It doesn’t just take a physical toll on you, but a mental one too. Learning to take orders without question and loose your identity and getting knocked a few pegs down on a daily basis is tough. Continue reading The Beginning of my New Life in Christ, Part 1
Whether you see God or Jesus in your dream, in your day dreams or actually in person, these are all considered experiences and that is how God communicates with us.
In Biblical times God would communicate with many bona-fide. He would speak to them in various ways and they would deliver his word to the masses. Some of the profits were Moses, David, Jeremiah and Isaiah. There are many more. Continue reading Experiences Come in Many Forms
Having been on Earth for about forty five years now, I have heard some amazing personal experiences (and had my own) in the way of God and Christ. I started this blog so that people can read about some of these experiences and even share their own.
Experiences have been known to be very personal and solo and yet there are other experiences, like those at Fatima, that involve a multitude of experiencers.
So, if you have come to this blog looking for inspiration from others or are looking to share your very own, welcome! My name is Brad. I run this blog. Feel free tor each out to me anytime.