Whom the Lord Loveth
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“YOU HAVE ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO LIVE; GO TO CHURCH AND BEG THEM TO PRAY FOR YOU“!
“I HAVE SPOKEN TO YOU SO MANY TIMES I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU SO MANY VISIONS AND STILL YOU W
ONT TAKE HEED“
“I AM THE LORD GOD AND NO WEAPON THAT IS FORMED AGAINST THEE SHALL PROSPER“,
I relayed my Divine Message but Pastor still did not want to baptise me“.
“TELL HIM ONCE MORE“, exclaimed the Voice when I went to sleep! The following morning he approached me as if overcome with knowledge, foresight, and Deliverance Power: “YOU NOW HAVE THE HOLY SPIRIT LIVING WITHIN YOU AND I AM GOING TO BAPTISE YOU!.” Within seconds my confidence grew and grew and grew… at last somebody believes me! At last somebody is giving credence to the supernatural side of my life “I KNOW FOR SURE THAT THE LORD IS DEALING WITH YOU “, he insisted as if preaching in mid-stream. “TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT THE LORD SAID TO YOU”, so I told him as much as I could.
To the utter amazement and of all gathered to witness this baptism my candle clutched in hand still remained alight despite my being drenched in water underneath and back up again. No one could understand why my candle still remained alight.
The first time the Lord revealed Himself to me in prison I was lying in bed in my cell quite unsuspectingly. My bed (a crude iron bed bolted to the concrete floor). began to shake violently for what I perceived to be the longest three minutes of my life. As it shook, I was frozen with fear. After that, I gathered myself and jumped to my feet. Instantly I knew it was not an earthquake for no one else sounded any alarm.
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While the cat’s away, the mouse is at play what did we do? We went to Granddad’s marijuana plantation, stole a small amount and made ourselves three spliffs after which we started to have a smoke. Before my spliff was finished,
I had to pass by a church as it happened the very church (Church of God of Prophecy) my Grandmother used to take me. I wasn’t actually afraid of anyone, but let me put it another way.
When Travis and I arrived at Heathrow Airport check point, our plan was I would follow him in the British line where he would say we’re travelling together and are both on holiday, but he forgot and went without me, so I followed my common sense and joined the queue for ‘foreign immigrants‘, which left me in the lurch so we were retrieving our luggage at two separate collection points
About the Author
Trench Town is the home town of my parents Millicent Daye and Norman Crosdale and my birth date is March 26, 1963. The real connection throughout my upbringing is with my Grandmother Bernice Crosdale who lived in the St Andrew Hills of Papine overlooking Kingston the capital city