Please don’t misunderstand.

I claim nothing.

I’m nobody— but I am who God says I am.

I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression, as if I am making claims and assertions about matters of God, or any other kind. I’m not. Nor did I choose to be chosen to proclaim what God has promised would come. Fact is, I waited for nearly forty years to speak up. I mean, I was honest when questions came up, so I answered. But I was even counselled to stay silent about my encounter with God—and I did. I didn’t like it, but I did, because the counsel agreed with my experience: It was a silent encounter.

Meaning, it gave me no clear direction or prompting…at least at that time. It wasn’t until life changed in ways I could not control, that I began to connect the visual of my encounter with His word and the events that would follow by His design, that things began to come into focus—”precept upon precept, line upon line” as it were.

Which left me to either deny or believe, to answer the call, or to pass off a thousand God moments as mere coincidence. Eventually, I suppose I gave in to it all. I mean, I had already surrendered all—but it didn’t stop there. That actually was just the beginning, and this—this is the end of it—this was and is the calling.

So, no one expected a nobody to be sent, and guided, and trained by God to make known what was witnessed by the apostle John two thousand years ago and then sealed…and neither did I. But that is what happened—not because I say so, but because it is written.