Rev-James

Hello,

I am one person who has been given a message. I believe this message was given to me by God, and that it is my duty to mankind to share that message.

I was born in north Florida in the late 1950's. While growing up there, under my grandparents care, I was introduced to the Church of God. Every Sunday, grandpa would pile us into the car and off we went to church. During these meetings my brother and I witnessed people speaking in tongues and falling to the ground convulsing as they were filled with the holy spirit. Being a child who understood little, I thought it to be quite funny.

When my mother was able to keep my brother and I, she brought us to the Catholic church. In that environment I was baptized and went to first communion. Thinking about those rituals now, I find that they were worthless to me spiritually.

I think something was going on in me as a child though. By the time I was about ten years old, it seemed there was something amiss with Christianity. Often my grandfather and I would debate this. Grandpa said all Catholics were going to hell. I did not understand why there are so many divisions in Christianity. I couldn't fathom God putting some person in hell for worshiping God one way and not the other.

Searching for truth, I tried the occult at age 13. I found every book in the library on the subject and read them. I practiced the lesions contained there in. I found it lacking anything that could benefit me in my search for truth. So I turned to the belief in no God at age 16.

Then something happened to change my life in a profound way. I was swimming at the beach one fine sunny day in 1990. I was all alone floating in the ocean, looking up at the sky. I decided to go back to the shore, but when I looked at the shore I realized I had drifted very far out. The people on shore looked small as ants. I started swimming back. The current was pushing me, fighting me in my efforts to return to shore. I started to become fatigued as my energy waned. Hope was turning into despair and then panic. I thought I was not going to make it. Death seemed to be coming for me. I had convinced myself of deaths impending arrival.

That was the moment everything changed. A calmness washed over me as I accepted my grim fate. I looked to the shore. Then I called out to God and asked him to save me. Just then, my big toe found the ocean floor. Strength came back. Hope came back. Death was loosing its grip on me. Using every last ounce of energy in me, I made it to a sand bar I knew was there. On my hands and knees, I pulled myself from the water. Then I lay there face down exhausted and gave thanks to God for saving my life. Right then I had the beginnings of truth. I knew there is a God.

Soon after that, I sold most of what I had. I felt it time to leave the deep south. So I packed up my old car and traveled to the most opposite end of the country, Seattle. When I arrived there I was broke. There was only enough money to get a motel room for one night remaining.

I checked into a Motel '6' and noticed a help wanted sign in the window. I applied and they put me on cleaning rooms. It didn't bring in much money. I only got 20 hours a week and was paid every two weeks. So I was stuck living in my car in the dead of a wet Seattle winter.

When I got paid, there wasn't enough money to get a place to live and to eat. So I got a newspaper and looked for anyone who was looking for someone who needed a room mate. The very first person I called invited me over. He was a nice man who had a big house, but all the spare rooms had been rented. After talking for a while and him learning the situation I was in, he said I was welcome to park in his driveway, use his shower and laundry. He said I could do that at no charge till I got back on my feet.

Every week we would gather with others for a bible study. It was fun and I learned a lot from them. Things went well for a time, but I was feeling a need to remove myself from them. Because of some of the words I gave them, they started to call me prophet. I told them I am no prophet. I didn't want to be a prophet. There was to much responsibility in something like that, and I didn't feel like a prophet.

A couple months later I found a better paying job. When I had enough money saved I moved into my own place. After that I remained friends with them, but didn't attend any more of their bible studies.

From that time till now, I have studied and observed.

Now, I think the message God has given me has become clear. It took 53 years of living and learning. Observing and some suffering. Joy and pain. But at long last things seem clear to me as to what God wants me to do.

My task is to bring the light of God's true word to man. For to long man has used the notion of God to control people and to suppress free thought. Twisting the supposed word of God to meet man's ends. All of it not being with an interest in mankind, but rather to serve self. This must stop. If I am able to help only one person to see and know the true word of God before I die, it will all be worth while.

A new era is about to dawn. An era of understanding and clarity. The transition will not be easy. People will hold on to the dogma they learned from childhood. Some of them even unto death they will hold on. Nations and institutions will be destroyed because of it. War will be waged in order to hold onto the archaic and sometimes incorrect beliefs. But take heart. It will pass.

I now have to close this, because I am going out of the scope of this 'About Me' area. I will post my beliefs in a different post.

God bless you all.