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AFTERWORD
When I began this odyssey in 1978, I never really understood the fervency that was put
within me. To be quite frank, although I had been taken to church from a young age, at that time
I was not even living for the Lord. Yet, I found myself totally consumed and driven in my search
for knowledge about an organization through which Bible prophecy was being fulfilled. Most
people who don’t consider themselves a Christian, generally don’t spend all of their free time
working on a manuscript about a group whose is paving the way for the coming of the Antichrist.
But I guess because of the years that I did spend in Church, God had instilled something in me,
which I didn’t know was there.
When I was 2-1/2 years old, I was hit by a car, and suffered a fractured skull. When I was 29
years old, my appendix ruptured, but because of a misdiagnosis, I was not operated on till the
next day. Afterward, someone said to me that people have sometimes died within the hour of an
appendix bursting. Without a doubt, God had His hand on me. He had spared me for some
reason– for some purpose. I began to realize that I had a destiny to fulfill.
After Final Warning was initially published in 1994, God really began working on me. With
all the doors that opened, it wasn’t hard to see His hand at work. On April 14, 1996, I got down
on my knees and gave my heart to the Lord.
My wife was always trying to get me to go to Church, but I was always too busy doing
things. One day she said that the Church was having a special service that Saturday, that there
was going to be a prophetess there. Whoa, Nelly! A prophetess? Listen, I grew up in a spiritfilled
church, and I was accustomed to God speaking to the Church through the gift of tongues.
But a prophetess– c’mon. That’s Old Testament stuff. God doesn’t speak through people
anymore. Well, I agreed to go anyway. But I was going as a skeptic.
After the prophetess was finished ministering to the church, she began to have people stand
up, and she was saying things to them. To be quite honest, being that I was skeptical; I wasn’t
even paying attention to what was going on. But then all of a sudden, she asked my wife and I to
stand up. Uh oh.
In part, this is what she said to me:
“There’s a day of rebuilding the wall that has been broken down … We’re rebuilding the
wall like Nehemiah rebuilt the wall … the rebuilding of some things that were torn down,
that you might know that my plan still lives and that my vision still remains … There’s a
rebuilding of the wall, for once it’s built, I’m going to show you how to be a watchman
upon that wall … Son, that you might stand tall, knowing that I have appointed you, and I
have called you; let me recommission you…”
Now, you have to realize that this lady did not know me, neither did the pastors. When I you
a young boy, I was told on two occasions (that I can remember), that I was going to grow up to
be a preacher. The only one who knew that was my mother. As I stood there weeping, I knew
that I had truly received a Word from the Lord. To say that this moment was a turning point in
my life, is an understatement. My destiny had been revealed to me in a very powerful way.
I started to become very frustrated in my efforts to get Final Warning printed by a larger
publisher who would have the distribution capabilities to market it to a much wider audience.
One Sunday morning (March 1, 1998) I got up early to pray, and I said to the Lord that if there
was a work He wanted me to do, He would have to give me the tools to do it. Two days later, a