- Presidential Candidates
- November 8, 2016
Many people, including myself, were standing in a very long line. One by one, each person in line was brought before Satan and was demanded to renounce the name of Jesus Christ. As I neared the front of the line, I looked back and saw one of my dearest friends in line. I ran to her. With tears in our eyes, we hugged one another. I started to encourage her to be strong and to not reject Jesus; in fact, I started insisting that she stand fast in knowing that what is happening right now is scary, but if we do not renounce Him we will see Him in Heaven. I told her this over and over again as we kissed and hugged. Again and again, I pleaded with her to not renounce Christ and that I would see her later. Finally, it was my turn to stand before Satan. He said in a loud coarse voice, “say you don’t believe in Jesus, say He’s not Lord!” But, I kept repeating over and over again, “I will not renounce Him, the pain of what you’re about to do will only last for a short time, but the pain of hell will last for eternity.” After repeating this about 6 times, Satan chopped my head off. Then, my headless body was pulled to one side and propped up against a light pole. After that, children from every ethnicity came. As they encircled me, I started to teach them the Word of God.
As I was awakening from this dream, I heard what seemed like an audible voice shout to me
“GET OUT OF CALIFORNIA, NOW!”
As I awakened from this dream, my heart was filled with fear and I had a looming sense of urgency about my next step. I had to leave California and I had to leave immediately. To make a long story very short, about a week after contacting my aunts, I was stepping off a train in Alabama. And the rest, as they say, is history…my history.
Without a shadow of a doubt, I know that God used this dream to grab my attention. Although there is nothing inherently evil about California versus Alabama, who knows what California had in store for me had I stayed on my former path? I shake to consider the alternative. What I do know, is that I am eternally grateful to God for grabbing my attention and setting my life on a radically different path. What I do know, is that the friend in the dream is now saved and Heaven bound. What I do know, is that God has opened many doors for me to share my understanding of His Word. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” John 1:16 says, “From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another.” Both, the validity and force of these two verses has shaped my very existence. Who am I that God would concern Himself with me? He not only created a bridge for me to cross over, but He carried me across the bridge He built.
Early Theology Lessons
Raised in a one-stop-sign town, in a rudimentary home, with no insulation and no running water, God had a bigger purpose for my life than my environment would have predicted. We did not have much; yet, I cannot imagine a more child friendly place to grow up as I was engulfed by the love of an endearing grandmother on a daily basis – Grandma Hattie. Everything my mother and grandmother had, they poured into my brothers and me. They poured into us love, respect for ourselves and our fellow man, laughter, joy, and they introduced us to Christ. However, they could not pour into us what they themselves did not possess. I routinely say that I did not grow up in a home where my parents read the Wall Street Journal, discussed their latest stock picks, or sat around the fireplace talking about purposeful living. For the majority of blacks in Nichburg, Alabama and surrounding areas, the goal of each day was providing the basics of life – such as, food, clothing, heating, lights, and the likes. Thinking about planning for the future usually stopped at the purchase of life insurance.
BUT, God! I see ever so clearly now how God has carved out a path for me to tread. I still remember walking down a long plum-bush lined street to the mailbox each day as a child, watching the cars zoom by, daydreaming about far away places and doing out of the ordinary things for a little country girl from Nichburg, Alabama. I do not despise my beginnings. I honor them and the adults who poured into my life. Many years, careers, and adventures have passed since I was that little pigged-tailed girl with a really bad speech impediment.
I am so excited about my life. I am so thankful for my life. I am so grateful to share what God has ministered to me over the past many years.