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street and saw a lady dressed all in white standing guard at the door to the funeral home. Coming
closer, I realized she was one of my ex-godmothers in the religion. As I walked by her, she stood
stone cold, not even blinking or acknowledging me. I knew what she was up to. I did the same thing
for many years. They were there in the funeral home to steal the souls of the dead that were being
watched that night.
Inside the front lobby, I saw Aunt Maria and her clan of witches and warlocks. It was more
like a reunion, and this time around I was with Jesus. As I turned around and greeted Aunt Maria, her
face froze.
She gave me a look that said it all. “We’ve been trying to kill you for seven years, and
you’re still around.”
All I did was smile and make my way to the casket to pay my respects to Daisy. As I came
back out to the lobby, many of those in the occult did not look at me or say a word to me. I was their
enemy. They looked jittery and uncomfortable, pacing back and forth. I started to pray silently, asking
the Holy Spirit what was going on. He said to me, “What does darkness have to do with the light?”
As I said my goodbyes, the Holy Spirit reminded me that I was no longer part of that world. It
was like a twenty-five-year nightmare had finally come to an end, and he whom the Son sets free is
free indeed. I knew that night, in my heart, that I was truly free.
‘I See Jesus in You’
As time went by and I situated myself in the church, I prayed to the Lord and told Him I
wanted to be a servant in His house—I wanted to join a ministry. I asked God to direct me to the right
opportunity, and as I prayed He led me to join the security ministry at Times Square Church. The Lord
had granted me favor there with one of the elders who was in charge of the security team. As I
matured spiritually and time went by, I was blessed to be in charge of covering Pastor David
Wilkerson, picking him up and walking him home down the city streets after services. I was also
assigned to Nicky Cruz and his family whenever he attended Times Square Church to preach. Those
were among the many blessings I had, the honor to walk with Pastor Dave and Reverend Nicky and
learn from these men of God what He had done in their lives during the many chats I had with them.
One night was like never before—so special. As I walked Pastor Dave home after service that
crisp autumn night, I glanced at him. He was an elegant man, thin and fit for his age, well dressed, and
I admired the way he took care of himself. I looked up to him like a spiritual dad. But there was
something more about this man—he had an anointing on him that was indescribable. As we walked
side by side, not saying a word, and approached his home, he turned to me. He could have said many
things that night as he looked at me, but the words that came out of his mouth pierced my soul. I’ve
been touched twice in my life—once by Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, and the second time by my
pastor, as he said words I will never forget: “I see Jesus in you.”
I turned my face, my eyes welling up with tears, and I walked away blessed beyond measure.
As I headed back up the street toward the church, I recalled as a little boy how I thought God had
passed me by. This time He had not passed me by.