Are You Watching & Listening? (Pt. #1)

Post #1 of 3                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              We are living in a world of uncertainty and pain which has been brought upon many by both unrighteous governments and man’s transgressions against God and his transgressions against fellow man. Terrorists are now in every corner of the globe, disrupting governments and the lives of millions around the globe with the desires of destruction wherever there is peace.                                                                                Where there is peace there is love, and this is not something that God’s adversaries wants. Satan’s desires are to steal, kill, and distroy all which belongs to God, and many of Satan’s followers are eager to even go so far as to die themselves to destroy those who are peacemakers and Christ-followers.                                         The greatest defense against these destroyers of peace is godly wisdom and that comes from knowing God, and His WORD. We are often urge in the Bible to seek wisdom; however, there are different kinds of wisdom in this world. For the wisdom of this world is folly with God. For it is written, “He catches the wise in their craftiness (1 Corinthians 3:19).” There is a great difference between godly wisdom and the wisdom of this world… Who is wise and understanding among you? By his good conduct let him show his works in the meekness of wisdom. But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth. This is not the wisdom that comes down from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere (James 3:13–17).                                                               The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction (Proverbs 1:7). Therefore, of those who reject the truth of God’s existence, most will never read the Bible and those that do read the Bible will do so only seeking evidence to disclaim the truth of God’s WORD.                                  I will admit here and now, I am a very poor reader; therefore, as I am reading the King James version of the Bible, I will listen to it at the same time, and also for greater understanding I use The Bible Pathway Ministries Daily Devotional to guide me through the entire Bible in one year with an average of fifteen minutes of reading per-day. .                                                                                                                          In this three-part post series, I offer my opinion of the most amazing and loving heavenly Father we have watching over us, and even over all the affairs of man throughout all nations of this world. God’s wish is that none should perish; thus, He has given us His warnings in the Bible, but He has also shown others more recently to reaffirm these coming events. However, many like to say what God can and cannot do, but they fail to realize that God has no limitations on Himself, other than He will never sin nor will He ever cause man to sin.                                                                                                                                                                                                 Billions throughout all the Earth will claim there is no God, and that is their right to do so. They choose to reject more than two thousand proven biblical prophecies, of which three hundred and thirty of them were fulfilled in Jesus' coming Birth, His Life, His Ministry, His Crucifixion, His Resurrection, and His Ascension back to His Father in Heaven.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I have listed over fifty encounters which God has given me, many of which I have had eyewitnesses that could verify what I have written in half of these encounters or more. Several of these events are what I call extremely upsetting, several reveal plots to murder more than I care to even consider, in these events we see how nothing is hidden from an all-knowing God. Please try to understand, I believe any lie spoken about the works of the Holy Spirit would be blasphemous against the Holy Spirit; thus, this I will not do, whether you wish to believe these events pointing out the destruction of the United States or not, it is entirely up to you.                                                                                                                                                                            I will leave you with this one last comment: No one is so good that they do not needs God’s forgiveness, and no one is so bad that God cannot forgive them. **************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Birth November 17, 1948, I consider the gift of life the first of the miracles in everyone’s life.                                                                                                                The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life (Job 33:4).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         2. May 1953, On the family’s White River Bottom farm in Pike County, IN. I was nearly thrown off a tractor at five years old, in front of the four-row planter while my Dad was planting with the John Deere B tractor. Dad caught me by the collar of my shirt; however, I was bruised and sore for a week or two.                                                                                                                                                                                    3. 1956, in the Alford, IN., elementary two-room schoolhouse, while standing with my 2nd grade class at the blackboard doing our “2s,” I collapsed into a coma. The ambulance took me to the Daviess Co, Hospital in Washington, IN. After an examination and maybe a test or two my parents were given no reason for the coma nor any hope. I woke up on the evening of the third day of the coma, I see the white ceiling and walls, I see I am laying in a bed covered with white sheets, I raised my head a little to look around and I see my Mother at the foot of the bed and said, “Mom, where am I?”                                                                                                       The following week Mother and her best her friend Joyce _____, drove me to the Riley Children’ Hospital in Indianapolis, IN. After two or three weeks of tests nothing was ever found that would have caused the coma.                                                       My thoughts are, doing my “2s” on the blackboard had just overheated my pea brain, don’t ya’ know!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       4. June 1956, following in my older brother Alan footsteps, I began driving farm tractors, working on the family farms by myself at the age of 7.5 years and at 9.5, I was even driving the tractors pulling the equipment back and forth 9 miles on state highways through my hometown of Petersburg, IN. between the home farm and the White River Bottom farm for the next 10 years or so, with no accidents. I consider this a miracle in itself.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           5. Wednesday, November 23, 1960, which is the day before Thanksgiving. Both my parents and younger siblings Kent and Marla left the previous Saturday for Arizona, and they left my older siblings, Linda, and Alan, and I in the care of a Great Aunt that none of us had ever known. Arriving home and jumping off the school bus Linda announces that she is going to Cousin Nancy ____ for Thanksgiving and the weekend, Alan announces that he is riding Dusty, our horse over to David ______ for Thanksgiving and the weekend.                                                                                    This is quite upsetting to me that they would leave me like this, so I rushed upstairs and sat on the edge of my bed and watched out the window as they both leave out the drive. I then suddenly thought of my Maternal Grandparents, better known as Mom and Dad _______ to all of us. I had always spent as much time with them as I was allowed since I was four or five years old. Now that I was much older and working a lot on the farm my visits with the two greatest people, I knew in my life was not near enough.                                                                                                             I quickly packed a bag and raced down the stairs and stepped inside the kitchen, I grabbed the keys off the peg, for the one-ton truck, and told this lady I was going to my grandparents for thanksgiving and the weekend. I had just turned twelve the previous week, but I had been driving the truck for the last four years on the farm, plus driving the tractors on the highways by myself since I was nine an half, I was out the back door, in the truck, and out the driveway in just a little more than a heartbeat.                                                                                                                        It was a nine-mile drive with less than half on two state highways and the rest on county roads. Pulling into Mom and Dad’s they came to the door, and I asked, “Can I join you for Thanksgiving dinner? There was no other place in all the world I would rather be.                                                                                                                     The Friday after Thanksgiving we were eating breakfast and I said, “Dad, I got the truck, would you like to go squirrel hunting this morning? Dad, looks to Mom and she just smiles and maybe nods her head, and Dad says, “Let’s go.” And I drive us over near the Pike County State Forest. Early Saturday morning as we are eating breakfast, I said, “Dad, I see where you are needing another load of coal for the winter, I have the truck, why don’t we go get a load this morning?” Dad looks to Mom, and she smiles, maybe nods her head, and Dad says, “Okay.”                           Thus, I drive us back pass home and into Petersburg and out another state highway to the coal mine about five miles North of town. Loaded and back home, I help Dad unload the coal. Sunday afternoon, I asked Mom if she would want another job for the week, she smiles and said she would pack a few cloths. Linda and Alan came home late that afternoon and never questioned why Mom was there nor how she got there.                                                                                                                               Early Friday evening our parents and siblings arrived from Arizona; Dad take my grandmother home…                                                                                                     Early Saturday morning I am in the kitchen with just my parents, and I hear Dad say to Mom, “I guess I should get Dad and Mom a load of coal today.” I said, “No need, I drove Dad out to get a load last Saturday.” Dad just laughs and said, “You drove the truck over there?” I said, “Well Linda and Alan left me Wednesday to have thanksgiving and the weekend without me; so, I drove over to Mom and Dad’s after they left. Friday morning I drove Dad and I over near the State Forest to go squirrel hunting and Saturday morning I drove us out to get a load of coal.” I was not scolded once for having done this.                                                                                        Linda and Alan never knew of my visit for Thanksgiving and the weekend and even to this day they do not believe I had done all of this at twelve years old.                     God protects those that are his, and even those that will be his…                                                                                                                                                                        6. January 1963, at 14 years old, I accepted Jesus as my LORD and Savior in a revival in the Algiers’ Methodist Church in Algiers, Indiana.                                           A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh (Ezekiel 36:26).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      7. June 1964, I was thrown from a motorcycle after a near head-on collision with another motorcycle driven by a friend, David _______. Yes, only 15.5 years old, no license, no broken bones, but I was bruised and sore for a few weeks, and I learned a good lesson from it.                                                                                                     O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee (Psalm 69:5).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       8. October 1966, Dad, and I arrived home with a load of soybeans, Mother meets us in the driveway saying that supper was ready. After starting the auger to unload the beans, I told Dad since he had been down in White River Bottoms working all day, I would finish unloading and he could go in to wash up and eat supper.                         After unloading, I pulled the truck into the shed and went in to wash up for supper, as I was washing my face, I suddenly realized my class ring was missing. I had nearly finished unloading the truck, and I noticed I had not taken my ring off as I usually did when working. I quickly rushed down the hall and stopping at the doorway to the kitchen and told Mother I lost my class ring while unloading the beans. I think Mother words were, will it is gone now. I said, “No, I am going out to find it!” Mother said I should take a flashlight, and I said, “No, I won’t need it!”                                              As I was running out to the grain bin I was praying over and over, “Dear God help me to find my class ring!” By the time I climbed in the grain bin I realized how late it was because I couldn’t even see the center of the bin where the beans dropped out of the auger. I felt my way to the top of the beans wishing I had taken Mother’s advice about the flashlight. I reached my hands into the beans to lift out the first two hands full of beans, and immediately felt my class ring.                                                        Walking back to the house I was praising God over and over.                                       For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened (Luke 11:10).                                                                                                                                                                                                   9. January 26, 1967, Lori _____ my two-month-old niece died, even after much prayer. I added this to help explain the beginning of my gradual growth of lukewarmness toward God and His WORD. However, I was to have many encounters with God in the next twenty-four years in His attempt to draw me back to Himself.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  10. November 1969, Now married and visiting the In-Laws, my wife Linda tells her parents that their first grandchild was on the way, my Mother-In-Law says, “I just know this will be a little girl.” I immediately replied, “No, it will be a boy weighing 7 lbs. 8 oz. and 21in. long." I slide my chair back against the kitchen wall in shock at having said this.                                                                                                          Seven and a half months later our son arrives weighing 7 lbs. 8 oz. and 21” long.                                                                                                                                              11. October 1973, visiting the In-Laws again, Linda announces to her parents that their second grandchild was on the way, my Mother-In-Law says, “I am sure this will be a little brother for Brian.” I immediately replied, “No, it will be a little sister weighing less than 6 lbs.” Once again, I had slid my chair back against the kitchen wall in shock at having said this.                                                                                        Seven months later our daughter arrives weighing 5 lbs. 9 oz...                               The Holy Spirit had spoken these messages through my lips; no man could have known sure details.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             12. August 1976, on a drive to a power plant to apply for employment, I am crossing over the US-41 highway in Princeton, IN. I saw the smokestacks of the plant, approximately 12 miles away. I said to myself, “That must be the power plant.” The Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear clearly saying, “You have a job there if you want it.” I laughed about it then, but the Holy Spirit repeated this message over and over until I turned into the parking lot of the plant.                                                     Upon arrival back home Linda meets me at the back door and asked, “Your home already, what did they say?” I replied, “I have a job there if I want it!” Linda asks, “They told you that?” I said, “No, a security guard gave me two applications, he said fill one out and mail it in with a picture of yourself, but I know I have a job there if I want it.” Linda walks off mumbling something.                                                               I filled out an application that night and I could not find a picture I wanted to send with it, so I hung the application on the bullet board in the kitchen and forgot about it. I was working some for my Uncle Royal at his John Deere dealership and helping a friend on his farm.                                                                                                         Sunday afternoon, April 1977, I am in my recliner reading the newspaper, the kids are on the floor playing, and the phone rings. Linda comes into the living room and says, “It is someone by the name of PJ Walters, he wants to talk with you.” Mr. Walters asked if I was still interested in a job at the power plant. After saying I was Mr. Walters says they need me to come down to the plant to take a battery of tests and to be interviewed by three different men, Thursday morning.                                  I hung up the phone and turned to Linda and said, “See, see, I told you I have a job there if I want it!” Linda said, “I heard you mention a battery of tests and being interviewed by three men.” I said, “The tests and interviews are as good as passed, I just have to show up for them, and I have a job there if I want it!”                                 Upon returning home Thursday afternoon Linda meets me at the back door and asked how the tests and interviews went. I said, “I have the job there if I want it!”  Linda says, “They told you that?"  I said, “No, they said don’t call us, we will call you; but I know I have a job there if I want it!”                                                                     The following Sunday afternoon the phone rings, Linda comes into the living room and says, “It’s that Mr. Walters again from the plant.”  I jumped up and said, “See, I told you I have a job there if I want it!”  Mr. Walters says I passed everything and that a physical is needed, so he gives me the details for taking the physical that following Tuesday morning.                                                                                                     Two weeks later Mr. Walters calls and says everything is a go, but it may be a few weeks yet before they can bring me on.                                                                        I started work on Monday July 18, 1977. God never fails at fulfilling His promises.                                                                                                                                           13. The week of June 12, 1978, at the power plant working the evening shift, I moved behind a co-worker to push him to his death. My hands were no more than an inch away, when within a fraction of a second of killing Dan _____; the lights went out, not in the building we were working in, but in me.                                                                 I closed my eyes and shook my head; I opened my eyes to see my 4yr. old daughter and my 8yr. old son standing in a garden setting maybe 10’ in front of me. They both reached out to me saying, “No daddy, no! No daddy, no!” The lights went out once again; I closed my eyes and shook my head and opened my eyes to see Dan. I moved back away from him. Leaning over a handrail several feet away, I began praising God for the vision He had just shown me.                                               Dan and I were hired on the same day, and we had worked together every shift since, and there had been numerous altercations with him. Arriving home that night, I tell Linda all of this, and all she could say was, “You are going to lose that job.”  She was not the least concerned for my mental and emotional health.                                                                                                                                                                         14. November 11,1982 (Apparently I had errored on this date, this should be right now), I had worked the evening shift the day before from 4pm to 12 midnight, arriving home at approx. 1:15 am. Still asleep that morning the kids had done left for school and Linda was getting ready to leave for work, when I suddenly awoke screaming for Linda. Linda came into the bedroom to see what was wrong…   I said, "I just saw the space shuttle blow up just a few seconds after the launch." I said, "they were all killed."  I quickly turned the TV on but there was no accident that morning...              Everything which God had given me up to that moment had come true, so I knew it was just a matter of time for this to happen, God does not make mistakes.                                                                                                                                                       15. January 28, 1986, I was at work that morning when I heard that the Challenger had blown up just a few seconds after the launch and all seven of her crew were killed.                                                                                                                               I saw the picture that evening on the news and it was the exact picture which God had shown me on November 11, 1982.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 16. November 1990, now separated from Linda and living in Mt. Camel, Il.  After arriving at my apartment after work, my normal routine was to place a TV dinner on the coffee table and turning the TV on at precisely 5:30 pm. I returned to the couch and sat down behind the table and reached out to grab my utensils but this evening both hands went way to the left of my dinner to pick-up a notepad and pen. I flipped the pad over and wrote, “5:30 pm Linda is coming.” I fell back and studied the message for a minute or two and then said, “I guess Linda is coming.” She had never been there before, and I had not spoken with her in several months.                 I watched ABC World News, the 6 o’clock local ABC News, and then at 6:30 pm the Wheel of Fortune. Seven o’clock the doorbell rings, I stayed behind the solid door as I opened it, so as not to be seen nor see who was at the door. I opened the door and said, “What took you so long?”  Linda asked, “What did you say?”  Stepping out from behind the door, I said, “You heard me, I said it loud enough. What took you so long, it doesn’t take an hour and a half to drive thirty miles.”                                           Linda said, “You couldn’t have known I was coming,”  I said, “Wait, sit down on the couch behind the coffee table.”  Linda sat down, and said, “You couldn’t have known I was coming, I never told anyone, I didn’t tell anyone at the bank (Where she works), and I didn’t tell Mom or the kids I was going to come!”  I said, “Pick-up the notepad and look on the back.”  Linda did so, and she was shocked, she said it was 5:30 pm when she decided to come, but she had cloths in the clothes dryer, and they had to be dried before leaving the house.                                                                     Linda had gotten my address from my sister, Linda.                                                 Absolutely nothing said, done nor planned is hidden from God.                                                                                                                                                                          17. January 1991, God gave me three nightmares each night for three nights in a row. Each were the exact same and they each began the very second my head hit the pillow. They began with me standing in what looked like a desert. Suddenly, I began sinking into the depths of the Earth, standing on a small platform. As I was descending into the Earth, I would periodically look up to see the light from the opening from where I began my journey growing dimmer and smaller in size. Finally, with a jolt, the platform had reached its destination.                                                       Even though I was miles below the surface of the Earth, and no lights, I could see as I turned what I thought was a full circle, I was standing in a circular room surrounded by dark tunnels’ entrances, one right after another…                                                     Suddenly there were blood-curdling, ear-piercing screams coming from each of the tunnels. I awoke setting up in my bed in great fear, shaking and stunned like nothing I had ever felt before.                                                                                                     After the third nightmare on the third night, I fell to my knees on the floor, crying out to God, accepting all the blame for my divorce, and confessing all my sins. After having felt as though a great burden had been lifted from me, I crawled back into bed and when my head hit the pillow, I was immediately back in the depths of the Earth, standing before the entrances to the tunnels.                                                     Suddenly a pair of grasp hands appeared before me. I climbed into His hands and God lifted me back to the surface from where my nine previous journeys had begun, back into the light. I immediately awoke and fell on my knees once again beside my bed praising God!                                                                                                           I suddenly thought of the lukewarm Christian mentioned in the Book of Revelation, and God had shown me that I too was a lukewarm Christian bound for Hell. I said, “God, had I not confessed my sins earlier, I know they would have found me this morning dead of a massive heart attack.”  Thus, the beginning of a new faith in Christ Jesus.                                                                                                                   Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new (2 Corinthians 5:17).                                                                                                                                                                       18. Saturday, August 1, 1992, I was now living in LaGrange, IL. I suddenly decided to visit the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago that morning. I had never been there before and since I was planning to leave the area in two weeks, I decided I had better make this visit today.                                                                                               I entered the museum through the old entrance, which led to the Rotunda with huge hallways leading to the other wings of the museum. I turned to my left and a short way into this hallway there was a display of several large jars with one fetus in each jar, and to the lower right of each jar there was a plaque describing the develop- ments of the fetus at this stage of the pregnancy.                                                         I had viewed all but the last two displays and realized how upset I had become. I had seen pictures such as this in magazines but never the real thing. I said to myself, “Well, I have seen enough of this!”   So, I started to turn to the right to walk away but my feet did not move, I tried again but they still would not move.                                   I straightened back up facing this fetus, suddenly a man voice whispered in my left ear saying, “This was life at one time!”   I quickly turned to my left to speak with him but there was no one there. I twisted back around to face the fetus and quickly glancing to the right and then left to see if anyone was watching me.                           I bowed my head and wiped my tears away. I raised my head and to my shock, I was now standing before the next fetus displayed. I had not moved but here I stood. My eyes are drawn to study this fetus and then to read the plaque, and then back to the fetus.                                                                                                                Suddenly the voice once again spoke out saying, “Man called this life, a fetus!”   I jumped again and quickly turned to look for someone, but again there was no one near me. I twisted back to face this fetus and quickly glanced again to the right and then left. I bowed my head and wiped more tears away. I raised my head, and once again, I had not moved but now, I was standing in front of the last display.                   My eyes were drawn to this fetus to study and then to read the plaque of the final developments of this fetus just before birth. Suddenly, once again the voice whispered in my left ear saying, “But God calls this, life at conception!”                 My feet suddenly bolted out to my right, I looked ahead of me and saw a “Men’s Restroom” sign above a door. I thank God there was no one coming out this door as I hit it nearly at a run, and I thank God the first stall was empty as I hit that door. I sat down crying out, “Why God, why have You done this to me? Why God? I am nothing more than a truck driver, why have You done this?”                                                       I heard the voices of two men at the basin, no doubt wondering what kind of crazy guy was loose in there. I tried to listen to what they were saying and then I heard the voices of two men whom I had worked with in past; Ron _____, whom I had worked with in Chicago for the last four months, and Mike _____, whom I had worked with for nearly twelve years in Southern Indiana. Both men speaking out at the same time saying, “You say you are a Christian man; how do you feel about abortion?”       I jumped on my seat hearing their voices, I cried out, “God, I always did say that abortion was wrong! I jumped once again and said, “God, Your WORD tells us that we are not our own, we were bought for a price, and that was by the shed Blood of Jesus Christ!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         19. Saturday, August 15, 1992, I had been preparing to leave LaGrange on the following day for Cedar Rapids, IA. to start a new job. I believe it was 9 am that morning when my phone ranged. I picked up the receiver and to my shock, I said, “Hello Michelle!” My daughter whom I had not expected to hear from, I had not seen nor talked to her in over two years. I did not have her phone number, and I had no Caller ID, but the Holy Spirit does not need Caller ID.                                         Michelle asked, “How did you know it was me?” I said, “I did not know it was you, but the Holy Spirit certainly knew!”                                                                              Michelle had gotten my number from my sister. We talked for maybe twenty minutes or so, and I told her I was leaving the next day for Iowa, and we said our goodbyes. Michelle called me back three or four times that day and each time I answered, “Hello Michelle.” I had not expected to hear from her again after each call.                 As I have said before, absolutely nothing said, done, nor even planned is hidden from our God.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      20. I am thinking it was the first week of January 1994. I am now an over-the-road truck-driver; it was a beautiful day, I was Eastbound on I-80, approaching Salt Lake City, UT. The best I can remember the temperature was 24 or so, the sky was clear, and the road was dry. I noticed dark clouds hovering over the mountain East of the city. Suddenly the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “Go North, come back on I-84.”                                                                                                               I grabbed my CB mic, I said, “Eastbound Werner, this is CRST behind you, do you see the dark clouds over the mountain, that does not look good, are you going over the mountain today?” Werner replied, “Yes, I am going over the mountain.”  I said, “Well, you probably have a heavy load today.”  If I remember correctly, he said he had 34,000 in his wagon. I said, “I only have 14,000 in my wagon. I am hearing in my left ear, ‘Go North, come back on I-84.’”                                                                   Another driver cut in saying, “CRST this is a Westbound Werner passing you now, I just came over the mountain, it was wet on the Eastside, dry on top and dry coming down the Westside, and the traffic is moving good.” I repeated to him, “I am hearing in my left ear, ‘Go North, come back on I-84.’”                                                             Another driver cut in and said, “CRST, this is a Westbound Schneider, it’s true, what Werner just said, it’s wet on the far Eastside, dry on top and all the way down the Westside, and there is no backups coming down.”  The Eastbound Werner came back laughing, saying, “Come on CRST, I will hold your hand as we go over.”             I told Werner; “Lead the way, I am right behind you.” As you are leaving the city on the Eastside there is a slight climb, and it was slowing Werner down, so I shot past him with ease. I was in an old International cab-over with a Cat engine, that was really good at climbing the mountains. It was now a little after 4 pm Mountain Time, and the traffic is heavy at this hour.                                                                               As I was entering the ravine, I noticed I had two big trucks that were just a short distance behind me. Maybe a mile or so into my climb, I noticed several trucks pulling over on the shoulder, so I moved left into the number two lane.                        I am now maybe a quarter of the way up the mountain and the shoulder is well packed with drivers who are installing tire-chains. I had been with CRST now for a little over eighteen months, and I had a full set of chains in a side box, but I had not been to any classes showing how to install chains.                                                   Now, halfway up the mountain I glanced in my mirrors, and I see the two trucks behind me, they have fallen back a little farther behind me. I then glanced down in the hammer lane beside my tractor (Number one lane, or inside lane as the 4-wheelers would say). I said, “Humm, just enough room for a big truck.” I am just now starting around the longest curve on this climb, in the number two lane, the two lanes on the right, and the shoulder are now full of big trucks installing tire chains.               Suddenly, halfway, or more around this curve there is a big truck at a dead stop in my lane I jerked the steering wheel hard to the left, with just barely enough room between two cars, as I just missed the corner of the back of this guy’s trailer by no more than a foot or two, I also see the driver walking along the left side of his trailer.   I grabbed my mic and scream, “Eastbound in the number two lane, go to the hammer lane now, big truck in #2 lane putting chains on.”                                             Finally reaching the top there is a small area where trucks can pull over mainly to remove their chains. I came to a stop and immediately climb down but when my feet hit the ground my knee buckled. After several seconds I was able to walk again. The other two trucks pulled in behind me, the drivers thanked me for the warning. I told them that the Holy Spirit had warned me to, “Go North, and come back on I-84,” and they both said that they had heard me talking with the other drivers.                     There is absolutely nothing that God is not aware of, and He has certainly been merciful with this fool over many years.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 21. Monday, March 21, 1994, in my home terminal in Schererville, IN.   My next student, Dennis _____ with three other students were driving up in a rental car from Dallas, TX. I had already hooked a loaded trailer for Dennis and me to deliver in Chicago. Not realizing it, I had misread my dispatch message thinking the delivery time was for 9 am. Dennis arrived in Schererville at 10 am.                                           Arriving at the consignee’s office I immediately begin apologizing for being late. The office worker checks our paperwork, he laughs and says, “Your almost ten hours early and your trailer will not be empty until 12-midnight.”                                         We hooked our empty trailer at midnight, and we started back to Schererville for the night. I will admit, I was still angry for the delay, which was all my fault.                       At the I-57 and 1-94 split, there are two lanes for each interstate, the two on the left are for Indiana, so I move to the right lane for Indiana, but then I see a slower-moving car. Still upset, I had locked the throttle at 60 MPH, which is what the tractor is governed at. I signal and move into the left lane. As I am passing this car the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “You must get out of this lane now!” I screamed to Dennis saying, “I must get over now,” as I start signaling to move right. Dennis scream, “No Mark, there’s this car right here!” I did another glance in the mirror and seen our tandem on the 53’ trailer is even with the front of the car and it is slowing down. I screamed, “We got a foot or two," and I jerked the steering wheel hard to the right. This is only a few yards before entering a 45 MPH hard left-hand curve, under the North-bound I-57 Interstate; plus, there is a Metro train parked on this curve here every night.                                                                                       With very little visibility ahead, as our tractor is crossing over the centerline under the via-duct, suddenly there is a car in the left lane just starting to push another car through the curve and we squeeze between the cars by mere inches at 60 MPH. Had I hit the brakes at this point I would have jacked-knifed the semi on that curve and most likely killed or severely injured us and maybe even the men in the three cars.                                                                                                                               As we are exiting the via-duct and straightening out I glanced over at Dennis and He still had both hands raised in front of him, bracing for the crash. I glanced two more times and then see Dennis shake his head and turn to me, he asked, “How did you know?” I said, “The Good LORD shows me things and He tells me things, and the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, ‘You must get out of this lane now!’”                                                                                                                                                 22. Friday morning, April 1, 1994, Dennis, and I are making a delivery in Ft. Worth, TX. but the consignee says he cannot unload our trailer until Monday morning. I said, “I notice several different company trailers in a fenced-in yard out front, if I get permission from my dispatcher, can we drop our tailer?” The man says, “Yes.” I message our dispatcher over the satellite asking for permission to drop the trailer and our request was okayed.                                                                                         It was another two hours before dispatch found us an empty trailer in Carrollton, TX. After hooking this empty it was another hour or so before receiving a dispatch which read, “Pick-up ASAP in Waco, TX., for a Monday morning delivery in Southern California.” I told Dennis, “We have the load, but they do not have all the details for the load. I have been to Waco numerous times to two different shippers, which were only one mile or so apart, so we will head that way.”                                                 Since I do all the city driving for the first week or two with a new student, I start out for the I-35E, as I am turning onto the ramp the keyboard beeps with an incoming message, I asked Dennis to check it out. Dennis says, “Dispatch says, there is a problem with this load and to spend the night at the T/A in Mesquite, check w/Dispatch in the morning.” I pulled onto I-35E Southbound and take the next exit for I-635 East. As I am pulling onto I-635 the Holy Spirit whispers in my left ear saying, “This load will not be ready until Monday.” I glanced at Dennis and repeated the same to him. Dennis asks, “How do you know that?” I said, “I told you, the Good LORD shows me things and He tells me things, and this is what the Holy Spirit just now whispered in my left ear.”                                                                               Saturday 7 am, I slide into the driver seat and grab the keyboard to send dispatch a message. Dennis crawls over the doghouse into the jump seat; seeing me laying the keyboard on the dash he asked, “How long will it be to get a reply from dispatch?”  I said, “It Saturday 7 am, I wouldn’t think it would be but 7 or 8 minutes.”  The Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “This load will not be ready until Monday!”  I looked at Dennis and said, “But I can tell you right now that the message will simply say, ‘This load will not be ready until Monday.’” Yes, Dennis asked again, and I said, “The Good LORD shows me things and He tells me things, and this is what the Holy Spirit just now whispered in my left ear.”                                                             Fifteen minutes or so later the keyboard beeps with an incoming message. I read the message and handed the keyboard to Dennis to read, “This load will not be ready until Monday.”                                                                                                                 April 3, Sunday morning, I slide into the driver’s seat and glanced out the window of my door and see the small trailer which is used as a chapel and the chaplain lives in the other end of it. The Holy Spirit whispers in my left ear saying, “You must be in the church this morning.” I fell back in my seat thinking on this and then thought to myself, God must have a special message just for me today in the sermon. At that moment Dennis slides into the jump seat, I turned to Dennis and said, “Well, I can now tell you why, or at least partly why our load was delayed Friday, evidently God has a special message just for me in the sermon today because the Holy Spirit just whispered that I must be in the church today.”                                                               For the next two hours, I read a few verses, turned a few pages, and read a few verses, until I hear a knot on my door. Chaplain Richard Chamberlain introduces himself and invites me to join his service at 10 am. I held my Bible up for him to see and told him all that had happened to us in the last three days, and that I thought God had a special message just for me in his sermon this morning. He looks up at me and says, “Yeah, right!” I am sorry to admit, this angered me a little that he could not believe all that I had said.                                                                                         I arrived at the chapel early just as I would to any church service to get my back-row seat. For some reason that morning I took a seat on the third row from the front, although this sanctuary was extremely small with maybe eight rows, and with maybe only six chairs per roll.                                                                                                   The service is over now and only three other drivers were present, two were regular attendees here and the Pastor is standing in the aisle next to me. I am extremely upset with myself thinking that I had missed God’s message in the sermon, I had my Bible opened and my head bowed low trying to replay the Chaplain sermon back through my mind, searching for God’s message for me.                                               I hear the Chaplain snap his fingers and say, “Oh, I have a cassette tape I want to give you men.”   I hear the Chaplain coming back with the tapes, so I reach up with my left hand without looking up and he places the tape in my hand as he is talking about the tape. I was not listening to what he was saying but I do hear him snap his fingers once again and say, “Oh, I have another cassette tape that you four need to hear.”  I hear him approaching with the tapes the second time; thus, I reached up again without looking up, and he places this tape in my left hand. I immediately leap out of my seat screaming, “That’s it, that’s it, that’s it!”  As I am waving the tape in my left hand, I am pushing chairs as I am backing up in shock. The Chaplain was inching back as he asked, “What’s it?” I said, “Remember what all I told you this morning when you came to my tractor, and how I thought God had a message just for me in your sermon this morning? Well, God’s message was not in your sermon, but this (Again waving the tape above my head), I can tell you is God’s message for me today!”                                                                                                                   The Chaplain was greatly shocked, he could just barely speak, “Would you… would you like to hear what is on this tape?” I looked to the other three drivers, but they could not speak, and I looked back at the Chaplain and said, “Yes, please!”   He says, “I read a book, titled, ‘Through the Fire Without Burning,’ and it describes the life of Pastor Dumitru Duduman, and the visions God gave him of America’s destruction.”                                                                                                                 ***************************                                                                                                 If anyone wishes to read more about Pastor Dumitru Duduman and his message for America, please Google; Message for America - Hand of Help Ministries                                                                                                                                                             If the Good LORD is willing, I will add Part #2 and #3 as soon as I can...