My encounters with Jesus began at the young age of seven.
I had rescued a Barbie Doll with a tangled ponytail from under my bed, named "Debo;" (after my nickname) along with a black synthetic stallion that had four white stocking feet and a frizzed mane and tail that perfectly matched Barbie's ponytail.
After retrieved my playthings, I went into the living room and sat on the carpet in front of the television, and this is where my story begins.
Seeing nothing interesting on TV, I drifted into a child's world of paradise, adventure, and hidden treasures. It was a special place where adversaries were conquered, all hindrances removed, and nothing could harm me.
Then came a familiar voice, jolting me back to awareness, "Debo, Come with Me."
Instantly, reality was standing before me; just slightly over six feet, was the high tower of our family, the foundation of our integrity, and the teacher of Truth, known by the name of Daddy.
Slowly, I positioned my hand in his wondering what this was about. I hesitated for a moment, then asked the crucial question, am I in trouble again?
With a slight chuckle and a tender smile, Daddy's reassuring words brought peace to my backside as well as my spirit.
Bouncing into the next room, my long dark brown hair tossed with every jump generating even more tangles. After one last impressive bounce on the bed, Daddy gave the order to settle down.
I knew something important was about to happen; that was when I learned how our Lord Jesus, the Christ, conquered death, hell, and the grave for me, and this is what I have built upon and followed throughout the years.
Daddy: "Do you know who Jesus is?"
Me: "Yes! He is the Son of God!"
Daddy: "Who is His mother?"
Daddy: "Do you believe Jesus died on the cross?"
Me: "Yes, and rose from the grave."
Daddy: "Do you know Jesus wants to come and live inside of you?"
Me: Really, Daddy, He wants to live inside of me? Wow, How can He do that?"
Daddy: "You invite Him into your life, and He comes in. Would you like to invite Jesus into your heart to live forever?"
Me: "Yes, Daddy, Yes, I would!"
Daddy: "Then pray this prayer after me."
After praying, I sprang to my feet, clapping my hands, and dashed to my mother, who was in the living room. Clasping her shirttail, I began tugging and pulling, demanding her attention.
My excitement was equivalent to opening the treasures beneath the Tree on Christmas morning. I told her everything I had just done without stopping or slowing down.
After talking with Momma, I had a long phone call with my grandmother, Mills, and told her everything in great detail. She was delighted, and the enthusiasm was obvious in her tone of voice.
Then I called some other relatives to tell them how Jesus had entered within me to live.
I was still euphoric when Momma and Daddy put me to bed that night. They kissed my cheek and said goodnight; we love you, turned out the light, and left my room.
Then, a Beautiful Dream About Jesus was my second miracle that day, the first being my Salvation.
I stretched out in bed, still excited about my day and thinking about what had happened, when suddenly, my bedroom was flooded with a beautiful, bright, shimmering white cloud.
I turned to my right and saw Jesus walk into my room. I was frozen. As I stared at Him, and He came closer, and said, "Come with me."
When I placed my hand in His, a loving, peaceful warmth filled my being. Every fear and sorrow was replaced with a sense of safety, love, and goodness.
We walked through the cloud and into a garden of trees. I looked intently at the beautiful garden with its ancient stone pathways zigzagging around the plant life. Flowers lined the trails flowing down the mountainside like stairsteps.
After studying the garden, I turned toward Jesus; He swung His right arm sweepingly from left to right to introduce me to the city and said, "Jerusalem!" then slowly moved aside so I could see.
I hurried to the garden's edge, realizing Jesus's command to honor this city, Jerusalem.
It was distinctively different from any city I had ever seen. Beautiful white houses with oval doorways and small porches dotted the landscape. Some homes were slightly larger than others.
The backdrop for the crisp blue sky and the deep green of the city dotted with the little white houses would make a picture-perfect postcard.
There was no concrete, vehicles, interstate highways, or public roads; no communication towers, electricity, or telephones.
The entire land was covered with lush deep green, velvety soft grass, gentle to the feet, pleasant to the touch, and excellent for all animals to eat.
A small, steady stream flowed between the garden hillside where I was standing and the hillside where Jerusalem was.
The sky was uncontaminated with pollution, and one could see for miles.
Then I saw Jesus sitting beneath the largest tree I had ever seen. The tree's limbs covered the earth, shading it from the blistering sun.
Its trunk was enormous, larger perhaps than ten adult men could reach around, and the treetop reached the dwelling place of God. A gentle, comforting breeze rustled the leaves of the enormous tree.
The giant tree's roots were positioned on the ground like colossal snake bodies crisscrossing one another; each root tunneled throughout the planet, springing up new growth worldwide.
Jesus was sitting upon the central root system of the enormous tree with His elbows resting on His knees, His arms drooping, and His fingers cupped together.
I rushed to Him and began playing and asking questions, such as why dogs bark, cats meow, birds sing, horses nicker, why is grass green, and the sky blue, Why do birds fly, and grasshoppers hop, on and on? His answer to all was, "Because I made them that way."
I then picked up a rock and examined it intently. It was exactly like the rocks I played with at home. It was solid white, with what appeared to be a gold streak running through the center.
I took the stone to Jesus and laid it in His hand; I said, See this rock, it has gold in it, but my momma says it's not worth anything."
Jesus looked at the rock, then at me and said, "If you think it is valuable, then so do I." Afterward, He placed the rock in my hand; I studied it for a while and then laid it back on the ground.
As I was having a fantastic time jumping off and over the roots of this tree, Jesus began to laugh at my actions, first slightly, then stronger and louder.
We joked and laughed for hours, and I hoped it would never end; this was when I discovered His gift to me is the ability to make people laugh even when things are going badly.
Suddenly, Jesus' face became distorted, and I saw in His eyes that something was about to happen. Gradually the light became mournfully dark and gloomy until all that could be seen was the light glow of the gigantic tree.
I sat on one of the tree roots across from Jesus, with my hands in my lap, speechless and motionless, focusing on Him and His determined expression.
I was alarmed and unsure about what was happening. I glanced over Jesus' right shoulder to one of the ancient pathways and saw two men approaching, fully clad for battle in Jewish and Roman military styles.
The men had long spears in one hand and shields in the other and could easily be recognized as Romans, but still others wore Jewish crowns.
As the men drew near Jesus, He stood up, and so did I. My heart was pounding, and my breathing shallow.
One of the men seized Him and turned Him around violently. Jesus did not fight and allowed them to hold Him, and they began walking Him down the pathway.
I knew what was happening; they were taking Him to crucify Him; to kill Him, and He was permitting it to happen. I tried to follow, but He turned and threw up His right hand and said, "Stop! You cannot come with me; stay here."
I stopped, and even though everything in me wanted to follow, I obeyed His command and watched as He disappeared into the darkest night ever.
My eyes overflowed with tears, and my heart was spilling over with sorrow, powerless to do anything to help him; knowing He was doing this for me was more than I could bear.
Slowly I walked back and leaned against the massive tree. A faint light was shimmering from inside the tree, radiating a powerful presence of love, mercy, and comfort.
Slowly, I slid down the tree's bark to the ground, my face streaked with tears and my heart broken. I was crying and grieving over what Jesus had done for me.
Suddenly, the darkness was swept away by the most beautiful light I had ever seen; even the sun hid its face from the brilliant glow. I, and other people, ran in the direction of the light.
I grasped a limb of the tree and saw a man of about thirty, with dark hair to my left. A young, thin boy with dark hair was to my right. To his right was a young woman with long blonde hair. The garden was now full of people all witnessing the same thing.
I looked into the sky in the direction of the light and saw Jesus rising into the air. His was so brilliant and bright that not even the outline of His face was detectable.
His clothes were a brilliant white like full sunlight on fresh snow, so bright I almost had to close my eyes. His arms were to His sides with the palms opened to expose the Nail scars.
Even though I could not see Jesus' face, I knew He was looking at me, and then came these familiar words:
Then He disappeared into the cloud, and I woke up and ran to my parents, telling them all that had happened.
This experience took place in my life many years ago at a very young age. My parents still remember that night, and I have safeguarded every detail like etched in granite.
Until now, I have shared it with only a few because I feel some won't believe.
People are being persuaded to sin as never before and are being flushed out of the kingdom of God. Some refuse to believe in Jesus, and others profess Him as their Savior yet deny Him by their sinful exploits; the same fate awaits both.
To those who accept the Truth as His Word, God is a Lamb, a tender Father, a friend closer than a brother, a dedicated husband caring for his betrothed, Lord of all, and the supreme love of our life.
Jesus, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, will destroy them by the Word of His Mouth. His tolerance for insubordination is over. His Word of warning is being conveyed yet disregarded by many.
God will deal with us on His terms, not ours. He chooses our paths, and we must follow them, even to the point of losing it all, we must follow.
There is a pressing motivation in my life that I cannot disregard. I have kept my eye on the combat call for battle; the summons to defy the enemy has been sounded.
I must let people know that our Lord is returning soon and warn them of the necessity for atonement. Otherwise, their blood will be on my hands.
Perhaps no one but God can comprehend what He has placed inside me, but I am confident that what He has started, He will finish at the last Trumpet!!!!!!!