To God be all the honor and all the glory. Jesus has been showing me more and more of Himself and I am so blessed to be a part of His divine plan. I want to share about my day yesterday and bless you all with an amazing testimony of God's unfailing Love.
I was sitting on the
couch in the den reading for class when all of a sudden I felt Jesus urging me
to get on the floor to worship Him. He
began to speak to me so clearly. I wept
for the lost people of this earth who don't know Him. I thought of 1,000,000,000 souls coming to
the Kingdom, and I wept for them all.
The things that I did to Jesus overwhelmed me. I spit in His face. I slapped and punched His face. My sin put Jesus on the cross. But now I receive His love. I bask in His presence. I took my coat off and invited Him to step on
it. I don't want my master's feet
touching the ground. I just laid in
adoration at the feet of my master. I
asked God to send me. I was thinking of
the scripture in Romans 10 that says, "And how can they preach unless they
are sent?" I was asking Jesus to
send me. He said he already had sent
me. He took me to Jeremiah 1. God appointed me as a prophet to the
nations. He knit me together in my
mother's womb. I was awestruck. I was waiting to be sent and Jesus was like,
"Go!"
Jesus also spoke to
me through a prophecy I received in Nicaragua.
"Your family will be restored." The most beautiful thing about this is that I
believe it's the key to the massive revival about to happen in my city. God has already restored my family. I have a new mother and new sister and a new
brother. My dad has been restored with
more grandchildren. We are blessed. But not only in our lives. Jesus is restoring His Church. His bride will be One and we will conquer
hell, death, and Satan.
I wrote both the
Jeremiah text and the prophecy in the back of a Bible my dad gave me on this
past Easter. Jesus had spoken to me I
would give away the Bible at the Safehouse trip (homeless ministry in Atlanta)
on Friday. I also, by faith, spoke that
one person would come to Jesus. I had
many people praying with me for this one soul.
After my long
worship session with Jesus I spoke with the two pastor's who led me to Jesus
when I was nine years old. Amazingly
when I asked one how his life was he said, "Jesus runs my life." I told him what an encouragement that
was. The men who led me to Jesus are
still faithfully serving the risen King of the universe. My pastor had a son who passed away two years ago
from birth defects. The child was around
ten years old. They named a camp after
him called, "Camp Samuel." My
pastor did not hesitate for one minute inviting me to the camp this July where
there will be 100 youth who are un-churched from drug infested areas and broken
families. It is an amazing opportunity
for me to share my testimony and lead more lost sheep to Jesus. The way Jesus is moving in my life so
intentionally and directly blows my mind!
I spoke with my dad
about the whole thing when he got home and prophesied over him. I told him he would be restored completely,
just like Job was. God had already given him a double portion in his
family and since he was faithful with what God gave him in his plenty, God
would bless him again. My dad wept as I
spoke life into him.
I set off for exit
137 to meet with the team from Emmanuel College to minster to the homeless in
Atlanta. When I arrived I preached the
gospel in the middle of the restaurant. Two
men would not even look at me because I was proclaiming the good news about
Jesus. I believe they were stoned on
marijuana and their sin would not let them give their lives to Jesus. They loved their life more than Jesus. I spoke with the lady in the line, "What
exit are we on." She said,
"137." I said, "Wow,
that's the number to my dad's house (which it actually is). I'm
in my Father's house right now! God owns
this place." She and I talked about
Jesus coming back and it was wonderful.
I ordered my food and sat down and blessed the lady and her family. A missionary to many countries came out of the blue, sat
down, and blessed me. We talked for a
few minutes in the Spirit and it was awesome. She is leaving for Romania soon. My ride came and out I went to Atlanta.
As I drove with the
Safehouse team to Atlanta I shared about what Jesus had instructed me on. The Bible would go to someone and that one
person would be saved. We stopped at a Krispy
Kreme to use the restroom and I noticed a man with a sling. I asked to pray for him after we talked for a
while. Although he initially seemed open
to prayer he shut down and was like, "No, no, no, that's okay." I prayed for him as I walked away. I don't know why it was strange for him to
pray in the doughnut shop. The Kingdom
of God is inside me. Wherever I go I
bring it. It's not in a church. I have the Spirit of the living God roaring
like a lion on the inside of me and I'm not ashamed of the Gospel of
Jesus. It's the power of life for this
mortal body.
As we arrive at the
Safehouse mission I began to play basketball with the homeless people. They stink and they cuss. I noticed when they would say,
"Nigga" or "Mutha fucka" I would not flinch or look at them
in disgust. They were watching to see if
I would love them no matter what they said or did. That is Jesus, that is the Gospel.
The Spirit of God
played ball with us. It was the
most smooth game I've ever had there.
Mostly there is cursing, fouling and scratching, but this was smooth like butter. The teams cheered for each other. That's unthinkable even amongst
Christians playing ball much less pagans. We cheered our team even
when they missed a shot. It was
great. I had a young man named Juice
guarding me. We apologized to each other
if we fouled each other we gave the ball up instead of being selfish, we tried
to be as loving as possible. God noticed
from heaven.
I noticed the man
who needed the Bible I had God spoke to me it was him who would be the recipient. I prophesied
over him the Jeremiah call. He is a
prophet to the nations. He said,
"Wow" to everything I said because he was blown away with the power of God. It
was all God's timing and plan and purpose. He had been spoken over many
times that he was a minister of the Gospel.
And now he is equipped with the whole Bible. Before he just had a New Testament. We chatted for a while and I dedicated my
Bible to him. He gave me his Bible and
dedicated it to me. It was so refreshing
to give. It's better to give than to
receive.
As the service began
I was sitting next to a Rastafarian. He
had long dreads and reeked of weed. He
had a joint stuck behind his ear under his ball cap and was clearly only there
for the food and gifts we were giving. Then one of my
classmates used Steve Nash as an example of Jesus, "I know Steve's stats,
the teams he played for, everything about him.
But I don't know him. Do you know a lot about Jesus or do you know
Him?" As he asked that, I asked the
Rasta did he know Jesus. He looked down
and then to heaven and said, "Yes."
I didn't believe Him because of his actions and his mouth. He was cursing people and out of the outflow of the heart the mouth speaks. But the Holy Spirit was pulling on
Juice. Juice was a seat down and he
belted out, "I lost my faith in God!"
I was bending over the Rasta trying to talk to Juice when the Rasta
(Vic) asked me if I wanted to swap seats.
I agreed and Juice and I talked about Jesus. He told me how he used to serve Jesus and do
the "church" thing. But now he
was in darkness and he noticed the difference.
He felt away from Jesus because of his sin and disobedience. I told him God was not mad, God made
him. "God loves you" I
said. He said he wanted a relationship
with Jesus. We prayed and I told him
that he believed in his heart that Jesus rose from the dead by God's hand and
about how now he needed to declare that Jesus was Lord.
He didn't want to do it, but I didn't let up. I said, "Let the devil hear it!" With a somber voice he declared Jesus the
Lord! Something changed in him at that moment. He was bought by Jesus all along, but at this moment he accepted it. No one can say Jesus is Lord
except by the Holy Spirit. I saw him
warring in the Spirit. The devil was
beating on him. He didn't want to let
go of sin and death. As soon as this happened a girl
prophesied over him. She had these
demonic looking eye's. There were busted
blood vessels in her eye's and she looked like a demon. But God used her. She quoted John 3:16 right to his face,
"For God so loved the world he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in
Him should not die but live forever."
He immediately preached the gospel to her and was confused about how she was speaking truth but her life didn't line up with what she was proclaiming. She didn't repent but she walked
away with a different look on her face.
It was that of love. I gave Juice
my new Bible that was given to me by my other friend (Patrick) and told him to
text me so I could call and pray with him sometimes.
Jesus is the Lord
ya'll. God bless you! I speak blessings and not curses on your
lives. Get out and share the Gospel. When people see you love them, God shows
up. I was not even preaching to Juice
and God pricked his heart and he was saved.
The Rasta is still in sin now, but I got to pray for him that night and he knows I
love him. Let's not get tired of doing
good. Let's do good works so that people
will see our love, not our religion. God
bless you from God our Father, and Jesus Messiah our Lord.
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