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My Testimony

Back in 1984, when I was 18yrs old, I was your typical wild N. California teenage punk;

I was really into street racing, chasing the girls & smoking pot...Along with stealing various items, porn, long hair & all of the 'rock in roll' seen. My family was your now common divorced home in America. Yet there is no peace in what the world has to offer...all of us know that have truly received Christ as Lord & Savior.

Two things happened at that time that rocked my world in 1984. Firstly my Dad got saved.

He had been an arrogant eccentric jerk who cared little about anyone else but himself. When I heard his testimony of what Jesus had done in his life, something spoke in my heart that the same thing was going to happen to me....though I really knew nothing about God or His Word. Sure enough, a short time later my whole world fell apart & I found myself in my Mom's church saying 'God, if your real...make Yourself real to me'. That's a dangerous prayer for the unsaved. Which He quickly did so as a very nice lady immediately approached me saying, "Hi! What's your name? Would you like to meet the college group?"As I met the college kids, it was strange to me how they truly cared about each other. A few months later, I dropped out of college to go on a 'find God' journey with my Dad which involved us taking his motor home back east to the 'Bible belt' to check out various churches, ministries, plus a lot of bible study.

On that trip, a second thing happened that rocked my world. You see I had a girlfriend who got pregnant right before I got saved...And she told me the day I was leaving on the find God journey. So I told her that whatever she decided that I would support her. However, on the journey, I learned about the horrors of abortion. And several weeks into the trip I decided to call her. We didn't have cell phones back then so I put $12. in quarters in a pay phone on a rainy Arkansas night. She said that she'd had an abortion that left her wanting to die in the hospital. She had been a clean virgin Christian girl who really had no business hanging out with a car racing punk like me. I went out to a grassy knoll on my knees in the pouring rain saying to God, "I don't deserve to live! I've murdered my first born child!"

Those were some hard days for me...some of my most difficult days. It took me a full two years to forgive myself...getting the revelation one day while reading the scriptures in N. Ca. If the blood of Christ is good enough to forgive me of my sins then it is also worthy enough for me to forgive myself. However, through the years I've realized that the child gave its life, though perhaps not willingly, that I might have life because there came a deep brokenness in me that's in me to this day. This brokenness I found in Ps 51 which is King David's Psalm of repentance for his sin with Bathsheba that also involved the death of his child....

vs. 16 "For You do not desire sacrifice or else I would give it; You do not delight in burnt offering.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken & contrite heart- These, O God, You will not despise"

There came with the brokenness a Fire in me to find out why this happened, what was so wrong in me, my upbringing & to find this Holy God that I might do such deeds in the future. I therefore have sought Him with all of my heart since then. Have I had many trials & tribulations? Without a doubt. Have I had whole lot of growing up to do?

Absolutely...still I'm 'His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works' (Eph 2:10)

A third major change happened in 1992 when I was attending revival services up in Anchorage Alaska.

A South African preacher named Rodney Howard-Browne was leading the services. It was then that I got filled with the Holy Spirit & within a few months called by the Lord to preach the Gospel wherever doors opened. At first it was the local Rescue Mission twice a month, then prisons opened up across the State of Alaska, street evangelism, then there was revival services that I did at first with the church Evangelist, then later on my own. For the first time in my life, I had real purpose & the calling on my life finally was making sense. I stood up to preach.... power & authority came from me much to the surprise of my friends. In one service in a native village called Bethel on the west coast of Alaska, it was a total whiteout blizzard & the Holy Spirit showed up so powerfully that the whole place went wild. This happened after the Holy Spirit led me to speak on forgiveness. After leading the church in a prayer to ask God to forgive them, forgive all those that sinned against them & lastly to forgive themselves, then the Holy Spirit came in power. There were about a hundred & fifty people in the church that night that were crying, laughing, people going into trances, demon spirits being cast out, a little girl going up to heaven, healings & miracles...not just a few but the whole church.
Since that time I have traveled to some thirty-five different countries sharing the Gospel to thousands.

I've had the privilege of seeing the blind receive their sight, the deaf hear, the lame walk & even a deaf mute started talking. In Mozambique, I built a bamboo cross & took it to the streets to preach with a Portuguese interpreter. In S. Ca, I taught a class called Saturday Soul Winning out of a Four Square Church. In the Philippines, I went hut to hut preaching & praying for the people in squatter shanty towns. In Thailand, I encountered a forty foot demon that tried to kill me!

Now when I first received the Holy Spirit, I had many visions where Jesus would take me down a hallway full of doors...one would open to my right & He would motion for me to go in. Then, there were thousands for me to speak too. This vision sat inside of me for the better part of 17yrs before it finally happened. I had preached to many people at times, but not to thousands so the vision seemed very improbable for 17 yrs...well, the vision was from God because it finally happened in Kenya in 2009. I went to a city called Kitui that had not received rain in five years working with a Kenyan Bishop named Ben Bahati. We believed God that our city wide crusade would bring rain back to the area. It started to rain the first day of the crusade! If that wasn’t enough, we asked God to hold the rain until after our outdoor crusade was over in the evening...then 'make it pour Jesus'! He did exactly that three days in row...that's right; it started to pour right at the end of our evening crusade...three nights in a row! And the fourth night we had the people bring their item of witchcraft which we burned publicly. Then, on my following trip to Kenya a year later, the Bishop told me that I'd only heard half of the story...the area of Kitui had received so much rain that they no place to store all the crops! We had crowds of over 5,000...in Machakos a year later around 10,000. Now I'm going to Mombasa in Kenya in July 2011 where we may have crowds up to 50,000. Thousands are getting saved, healed & set free in the crusades plus we are launching Bible Schools.

If you have never received Jesus as Lord & Savior, Don't wait another moment!

Humble yourself...& repent of all of your sins. Then ask Him to forgive you of all your sins. Cleanse you with His precious blood that He shed on the cross for you. God loves you...& sent His Son into this world to give His life a ransom for you & for me. If He can save a car racing punk like me...He can save anyone. Romans 10:9-10.

This is truly the last hour when the world will be falling to pieces...Jesus will be the only Rock in the midst of the crisis coming to this planet.

May The Lord Bless you richly.