I never understood what it meant in the scripture, "Many Are Called, But Few Are Chosen," until I started operating as a prophet called and ordained by GOD the Father and our Creator of all.

 

He called me in the 90's but as usual like many of us Men of GOD called into Ministry but kicking and squirming not wanting to get involved to serve no more than maybe teach a sunday school class, hold boys Royal Ambassador wednesday class, take up the offering for special favors from our pastor. I just was satisfied being John Q Christian, Die and be with Jesus in heaven when my roll was called up yonder.

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 One day things got real nasty with me and GOD the Father, he called me to preach, teach his word and as a watchman over His children but from the start of my conversion as a Child of GOD.

 

God the Father made a deal with me as an evil one would make a pact with the devil because my conversion to Christianity was NOT because I was sickly, broke, loss of love ones, drug addiction, alcoholism, in prison or any of those things that prompts a conversion to Christianity.

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My attitude was I didn't need Jesus, I would wait until I sowed my young oats, I was a sucessful Private Investigator well educated intellect that could converse with a homeless person or the President of the United States, traveled all over the world, had more money than I could spend, some of the most beautiful intellectual women that stimulated my libedo and intellect, and lived in some of the most exclusive resorts in Florida. You could say, "I'm on the Top of the World Ma."

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One evening as I was getting ready to retire for bed, I had a vision, liking to Paul, a personal visit by GOD the Father, I don't know if it was out of the body or inside but it was real to me.

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I told GOD, I don't need Jesus or you, I laid out my wealth, power and that narcissitic jargon in which only a neanderthal would say to the creator. I look back in my arrogence toward GOD the FATHER, Christianity and Jesus but today there is no way Hosea would I ever approach my creator or my savior in that manor. I am lucky GOD the Holy Spirit didn't summon the Angel of Death for a everlasting trip to the lake of fire.

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I can reflect now is He and Jesus had a purpose in my life that I almost blew but in His GRACE of his Majestey, GOD overlooked my ignorence of NOT knowing whom I was speaking to but if I had known Matthew 12:31-33 KJV, I would have bridled my tongue or poof!

 

Back to my vision, I had a conversation with the Grand PoBa, GOD, he calmly said yes son, you're right about having the world by the tail but all is temporal and you don't have peace of mind and a settle heart for the future. You live for the moment.

 

Wow, GOD was right, I had to hire accountant to protect my money, lawyer keep me out of prison, a bondsman to get me out of jail, home surrounded with security and surveilance cameras, a safe room to hide inside until help arrived, been shot at multiple times, ploted for assassination etc. etc. by George he was right.

 

The most safest I felt was in my bathroom sitting on the toilet with a 357 Magnum shouldered while reliving myself as I looked at my camera monitors on the wall of my 24 / 7 gated third floor condo. What a life for a man in his 30's. I was living day to day for the moment that the bullet with my name on it, I would never heard when my time was up.

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I have always been a sticker for TRUTH and JUSTICE for everyone, especially, the underdog that has no means to defend or ward off legal danger.

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I can say and with pride I aways got my target, solved the case and brought the evil to Justice, it never mattered who it was, if he or she was my target, I was successful for my clients. I had an impeccable reputation for completing my assigments.

 

 

 

I have been thirsty for knowledge of the Book of Revelations of the Lord Jesus Christ and his proclaimed Second Coming at his resurection in the New Testiment.

 

many years ago as a Christen 45 years and counting

 

 

 

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