God's Judgment of America

"THE MAKING OF A PROPHET"

Hello, my name is E.L. Staley. I am writing this book first, to bring glory to God our heavenly Father, Jesus Christ our Redeemer, and the Holy Spirit, our Comforter.

This book is about how the devil has tried to destroy me before I came into the saving knowledge of Jesus the Christ. It is about God’s call upon my life. This book will reveal God’s love, mercy and patience that He not only extended to me, but to you also. It will also reveal heartaches I suffered as a young boy growing up trying to figure out what life was all about. God was with me from day one, and all through my life, I just didn’t know it. Eventually He would reveal to me His revelation of His, "Judgments of America", for our sins against Him.

Growing up in Honey Grove, Texas, where I was born, and in Oklahoma City, and Kansas City, MO, things seemed normal, until I started having problems with my name. I was told that E.L. was not a name and I would get into fights about my name. I was laughed at and ridiculed for not having a regular name like my friends. I didn’t tell my parents about my problem, but I would lie awake at night and cry and wander why my mom and dad named me, E.L. Even into adulthood I had a problem with my name.

I was born left-handed. Some of my teachers would beat my hand with a ruler trying to make me use my right hand to no avail. I just couldn’t use my right had. Just about all of my classmates were right handed, and I wondered why I had been given the privilege of being different. Being treated different because of the color of my skin was still another issue. I thought if there is such thing as a curse, then I must have received a double whammy.

The Lord knows our hurts and our sorrows. Jeremiah 1--5, says, "Before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee"---Ephesians 1--11 says, "In whom also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestinated according to the purpose of him who worketh all things after the counsel of his own will." God has a purpose for each one of us, but we can not know the purpose until we come to Him through His son Jesus Christ. The first the Lord did for me after I surrendered to Him, was to reveal to me my name. One night in Bible study our teacher was telling us that words in the Bible that ended with the suffix, EL, meant of God. The word Bethel, is broken down as, Beth--meaning house, and el--meaning of God, and therefore, House of God. But then He turned and pointed at me and said, "But not this E.L. He had told me what I had been wanting to know, and that was why I had been named, E.L. I still have problems with my name but now it doesn’t matter, Praise be to God.

At the age of eight years of age, my mother called me into the house and told me that a nurse was there to examine me. I remember how embarrassed was as the nurse began to examine me and told my mother that I was born circumcised and didn’t need to be circumcised. That didn’t mean anything to me until I was born again and came across Genesis 17--10--11.

In this book I hope that it will draw you to the Lord if you don’t know Him, and if you know Him, I hope it will draw you closer to Him. Jesus is soon to return and we had better set our houses in order. Repent and be ready to go back with him when He comes. PRAISE BE TO THE LAMB OF GOD . . .

During the early years of my life, I would spend the summer with my grandmother. My older brothers and sisters were grown and living in other cities. My grandmother was a widow during this time, plus she was a devout religious woman. I had to go to church every time she did and that was all the time. She was a missionary filled with the Holy Ghost. I had to feed the chickens, gather the eggs, feed the pigs, chop wood for the heating and cooking stove . . . we made our soap from lye and grease. Then we had to go to the cotton field to pick cotton or we would pull or use a hoe to chop the weeds around the growing cotton stalks. I didn’t mind the chores that much, it was having to go to church. My friends would be out playing and I would be at church at the prayer band, the sewing circle cutting out patterns to make quilts and bedspreads, or the Y.P.W.W.

Many nights my grandmother would wake me up speaking in tongues and dancing around the room until daybreak. Sometime she would make me get up with her and most times I’d play like I was asleep. I had six brothers and sisters older than myself and I didn’t understand why I had to visit my grandmother every summer and be made go to church. I knew one thing, when I got grown, I would not go to anyone’s church every again. One day the farmer we picked cotton for was teaching me to drive a tractor. The tractor was pulling a disc harrow across the field, cutting up the big dirt clods. I was sitting on the tractor hitch, as the farmer was telling me how to keep the tractor straight. The sun was beaming down on my back and as I sat there, I fell asleep. I fell off of the hitch between the tractor and the harrow. He was looking straight ahead while talking to me, but some way, he stopped the tractor with the harrow with its eight or ten inch sharp discs inches from my body. I never knew how he stopped that quick until I was grown and a Christian myself.

As the years began to pass, and I began to grow up I began to wonder about life. My dad went off to the army and left me, my mom a younger sister alone. Me and my father never had a father and son relationship. He was a person that kept to himself. He would whip me a lot of times for things I didn’t understand. Then he and my mother would start to argue and fight. That was mostly the environment that I grew up in. The family that I grew up around there was little love. I guess I really liked visiting my grandmother because she would take time with me and tell me things I didn’t know. Seemed like there was real love for me there. It was the church that I didn’t like. I didn’t understand what would make her get up in the middle of the night dancing and speaking in tongues. I didn’t know according to Ephesians 1-11, in whom also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestinated according to the purpose of Him who worketh all things after the counsel of His own will.

I continued to visit my grandmother during the summer when school was out. By my father being in the military, we traveled to every camp that he was stationed at until he was shipped over seas. In 1945 at age 7 we moved to Kansas City, Kansas. My father was discharged from the army. We lived in Kansas until 1949 and during that time my two younger brothers were born. We moved to Missouri for about a year or two then we moved to Oklahoma City. There were four children in the home, me, my younger sister, and my two younger brothers. My mother got us enrolled in school an even though I was still shy and wanted to stay to myself, we made friends with the kids. I met five boys who lived in my neighborhood and we became pretty close. We loved to go to the woods and explore.

At age 13, my life took a sharp turn and it looked like it was for the worst. I had learned about the devil in church, but had never been bothered by him so I thought . . . I thought if I left God and the devil alone, they would leave me alone. I didn’t know there was no neutral ground, that you either served God or you served the devil. I didn’t know that all the things that I had suffered t the hands of other people, "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against princip