Are You Watching & Listening? (Pt. #3)

Post #3 of 3                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 God chose the Jewish people to be the ones who would introduce His presence and His Laws to all the world; He also knew that their stubbornness, arrogance, and stiff-necked pride thinking they are more righteous and holier than all others of the world would cause them to fail to accomplish His plan, for all have sinned, and there is none that doeth good, no, not one.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       In the last thirty years I have been asked maybe a half dozen times or more, “Why do you think God has given you so many personal encounters?” I believe that was one of the easiest question I had ever been asked concerning God. My comment was always, "God knows our hearts better than we even know ourselves. God most likely knew even from the womb I would be every bit or maybe even more stubborn, arrogant, and stiff-necked as anyone else; therefore, this hardheaded man would need many personal encounters to convince me of His presence and His love."                                                                                                                                                    For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness (1 Corinthians 3:19 ). Even the most educated who have studied for many years and have several degrees or a Doctorate to their name; yet, if they fail to acknowledge and accept Christ Jesus as their LORD and Savior, they will have achieved nothing at the end of this life.                                                                                                                                                                       **************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    39.      January 2000, I took off two weeks with bronchitis, and then asked if I could have two weeks of my vacation also, dispatch okay this request.                           February 2000, I was now back to work, and dispatch kept me busy with local runs in and out of the Fontana terminal for the next week or so.                                               Finally given a dispatch to pickup a load in Santa Clarita for a delivery on the upper East Coast and I am told to stop off in Cedar Rapids, IA., to pick-up my next student. God never ceases to amaze me, I had been praying that my next student would be a Christian man as I was East bound for Cedar Rapids, IA.                                         Arriving at the Cedar Rapids terminal on February 24th, and that morning I met Vincent _____, a young Black man in his mid-twenties, who was from Chicago Heights, IL. I quickly learned that Vincent was indeed a strong Christian man.             I even started calling Vincent my long-lost cousin, who I had been looking for. I explained that my Mother’s maiden name was the same as his last name.                   I am certain Vincent had not asked this, but after I had mentioned that I was raised on a farm in Southern Indiana, I had been asked by several of my Black students if my people owned any slaves, I would most always laugh, and say, “No, Indiana was a Northern State, and my hometown of Petersburg was a stop on the Under-Ground Railroad for many who was on their way to Gary, IN. or Chicago, IL.                          One night as I was praying, I said, “Father God, remember, my two years in California are nearly up. I have been with CRST now for over seven and a half years, it would be nice if I could find a job with CRST which just required Monday thru Friday driving so I would not lose my seniority with CRST, and possibly find a good spirit filled church to join and establish some roots somewhere.”                                   I believe it was two weeks later which was Vincent last week, we arrived at our consignee late Thursday night in Franklin Park, IL. and our delivery was scheduled for 7 am the next morning. I notice three CRST tractors parked nearby as I parked that night and I saw no one around them.                                                                The next morning, I was up early and as I am approaching the office, I see two men leaning on a handrail, I mentioned, “I saw these three CRST tractors parked here last night but I haven’t seen any drivers around them.” One of them says, “We are the drivers, and this is our terminal.” I asked, “Well, why here?” The driver says, “We are local drivers, driving for this company five days a week, with our weekends off.” I said, “Wow, that must be nice, five days a week with your weekends off, I have been looking for something like that.” The other driver says, “We need a driver for the other tractor out there!” They gave me the phone number to call their dispatcher.     This was Vincent’s last day and as with many of my students, he was a real joy to train and I was blessed to have met Lisa, his wife, and their three sons later that day when they met us in an Oasis on I-294, on the Southside of Chicago, when they came to pick him up.                                                                                                      I called the dispatcher and asked to be considered for the opening in Franklin Park and I started working there on April 17 after moving back to LaGrange, IL. from California.                                                                                                                       I quickly reconnected with some old friends in LaGrange and one of them suggested that I should check out the LaGrange Christian Assembly Church which he attended and is located in LaGrange Heights.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              40.     April 23, 2000 was my first Sunday attending the LaGrange Christian Assembly Church, and I attend this church for more than six years. It was here after having shared God’s warning of the coming attack on the WTC #2 Tower, and America’s destruction with most of the men of the Church that one gentleman invites me to sit at his table one Saturday morning in the Men’s Group.                             Ken ____ says, “Let me tell you of a vision a former pastor was given back in the mid-1980s, here in his office one morning. Pastor Jeff ____ said he was reading some scripture when he suddenly looks up. On the wall in front of his desk there hangs three elongated pictures, which started melting off the wall. He said it was as if he was looking down on the United States."                                                               Ken continued saying, "Suddenly the Pastor Jeff saw submarines rising to the surface along the Eastern seaboard, the Gulf Coast, and the West Coast, and then the submarines began firing their nuclear missiles, hitting all the major cities along the coast. Ken says, then he spotted missiles come down over Canada, striking Chicago, and several other major cities throughout the Midwest, and then it was all over, America as we know it today was gone.”                                                               It was another six months or more when I was given an email address for this Pastor Jeff and I sent him the information I had of Pastor Dumitru Duduman and the warning God had given Him in the mid-1980s of America’s destruction.                       Pastor Jeff sent me an email describing the vision which God had given him. He wrote saying: “The worldly protector of Israel was now out of the way so that the end of all things may be. God spoke to my heart that this was His Judgment on America for its abandonment and her embracing abominations. He clearly spoke to me, ‘This will happen.’”                                                                                                            Pastor Jeff went on to say, “A few weeks after the vision, unsolicited, someone had sent him a book titled, ‘Set The Trumpet To Thy Mouth,’ written by Dr. David Wilkerson, which also describes the destruction of the United States.”                         Once again, I started praying to ask God for the two confirmations if the message from Pastor Jeff was to come true for America’s destruction.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         41.     It was a few months later one Sunday after the service I was walking with a friend Tom ______, and his family out to our vehicles; their three young sons were just a few feet in front of me, and they were trying to trip each other as they were walking. I started thinking about my older brother, Alan and younger brother, Kent. I suddenly bumped Tom and said, “Tom, do you know what these boys need? Tom laughs and says, “No, what do they need?” I said, “They need a little sister!” Tom laughs, and his wife, Trena reaches out across the front of Tom and says, “No, I have gone through that three times and I am not doing that again!” The Holy Spirit has done this many times in my life, speaking out without me having any thought that it was going to happen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    42.     April 7, 2001, nearly every first Saturday in April from 1993 up to 2012, I would plan a weekend to visit my oldest sister, Linda in Southern Indiana, and my accountant to get my income taxes filed. I gotten up and out on the road by 3 am this morning to drive the two-hundred and fifty miles. After everything is taken care of with the taxes, I visit with some old high school friends and my Aunt Lou, and then back to my sister’s.                                                                                                         I believe it was a little before 6 pm when Linda says, “Lisa (Her daughter) is home now, would you like to go visit her?” I said, “Yes, it’s been two or three years since I have seen her and her husband, Steve.”                                                                   Linda drives us to Lisa’ home near Haubstadt. It is now about 9 pm and I had been trying to stay awake, Linda says, “We better get going!” I am following her through the kitchen, she suddenly turns around and says, “Why don’t you go to church with me in the morning?” Startled, I said, “Yeah, right, okay!” Now concerned as to whether I can get back to LaGrange in time for my small home group meeting, I asked, “What time do you get out of church,” just before reaching the car. I climbed into the car and Linda says, “You should recline the seat and take a nap on the ride back, you are certainly needing it.” Linda starts backing out of Lisa’s driveway as I reclined my seat and started calculating as to what time I could get back to LaGrange.                                                                                                                       Linda stops and then shift to drive, I suddenly raised and said, “This time next year Lisa will be pregnant, and I think it will be a girl!” Linda said nothing and I fell asleep.                                                                                                                            Lisa and Steve had been trying to get pregnant for the last three years or more with no success. They had met with three doctors and all three said, they should have gotten pregnant with no problems. Linda had asked me and virtually everyone else to pray for them.                                                                                                             Besides praying for this pregnancy for the last two years or more I had also been asking God for something to speak out to one of my sisters to help convince them of what I had been saying about the destruction of the United States; thus, this coming pregnancy would be the answer to two prayers.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       43.     Tuesday morning 7:48 am September 11, 2001, I was in my apartment that morning listening to the ABC World News, suddenly there is an announcement of the crashing of a plane into the World Trade Center’s North Tower, and approximately 25 minutes or so later the #2 Tower was stuck by another plane.                                       So, it was, just how the Holy Spirit had spoken through my lips in August 1994 immediately after reading the WTC Building Engineer’s report on the #2 Tower bombing in the USA Today Newspaper, I had laid face down and began praying, and immediately after the prayer the Holy Spirit spoke through my lips saying, “They are coming back to ‘HIT’ this tower again, when they do, they will ‘TAKE’ this tower to the ground,” (Reference back to #23).                                                                     I had repeated God’s warning for over seven years, to whoever would listen to me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             44.     Saturday morning April 2, 2002, in Southern Indiana visiting my sister Linda. I had made the trip the night before arriving at Linda’s home at 10 pm. That morning as I sat down at the counter in the kitchen, Linda is cooking breakfast; I suddenly asked, “What did I tell you exactly one year ago to this day?” Linda turned towards me and said, “How should I know, you are always telling me something!”                    I started laughing at the tone of her voice, neither of my sisters nor of my brothers are believing God’s warnings which I have shared with them. Linda turns again and says, “You didn’t have anything to do with Lisa getting pregnant!” Still laughing I said, “No, I don’t reckon I did, I have never known my prayers to be any more powerful than any others!” Once again Linda turns to face me saying, “Well, we don’t know whether or not it is a girl!” I replied, “That part might have come from me, but the first part came from the Holy Spirit!” Linda says, “I don’t believe that!” I said, “Then you believe your brother is just lying to you?” Linda says, “No, but you are always saying something!”                                                                                                                     Back at work that following Monday and another six weeks later, arriving in my apartment in LaGrange that evening, I see I have a message on the answering machine, which was from Linda saying, call home ASAP. Linda answered the phone and I said, “Yeah, it’s me!” Linda says, “Lisa’s daughter arrived that morning and all is well with them.”                                                                                                        Lisa could have not gotten pregnant, she could have gotten pregnant and had the baby even before my trip that year, and she could have had a boy (Reference back to #42).                                                                                                                           Thus, thirteen and a half months later the Holy Spirit has once again proven to be correct in all He has said.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         45.     Friday evening April 4, 2003, arriving in Southern Indiana at about 8 pm to visit my sister Linda. Linda is attending a political meeting; so, I join my Brother-In-Law watching the TV, no sooner than I was seated he takes God’s Name in vain six times within three minutes. I had spoken with him before about this and he had been careful not to do this in front of me, but I could tell by his tone there was no need to say anything; thus, I just went to the bedroom to read. Hearing my sister arriving at 10 pm I met her in the hallway to say hello, and then went to bed.                                As soon as I laid down to sleep, I felt the pressure on my chest starting to build up; I immediately knew why. I laid there not wanting to get up, but the pressure got so great I rolled out of bed to my knees and began praying. I felt the pressure immediately easing up, after a few minutes there was no pressure. I laid back down again, the pressure came back, and this was how my whole night went. I would either pray on my knees or while I was walking around in the bedroom, asking for forgiveness that I had not said anything to my brother-in-law for what he had said. It is a very serious sin to blaspheme God’s Name.                                               Without even a minute of sleep that night, I heard my sister in the kitchen early that morning. I walked in and sat at the counter and begin telling her what all was said last night and what kind of night I had.                                                                         Linda says, “Now listen here, he loves God.” I said, "God’s WORD says we are not to speak praises and blasphemies through the same lips." Linda says, “Well, that is just how the men talk at the coal mine.” I told her that I must honor God first over all others, so I cannot stay overnight anymore, and I packed up and left.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         46.      Maybe June 2004, the Sunday morning service is over now, and I am just standing off to the side of the foyer watching the people going out the door pass me. I suddenly notice my friend Tom’s wife Trena on the far side of the foyer waving to get my attention. As Trena is approaching, I suddenly take one step forward and raise my hands, to get her to stop about eight feet or so in front of me and I said, “No, don’t tell me, you have been to your doctor’s this past week, and he has told you that you are pregnant with a girl!” Trena is stunned for a few seconds and shakes her head and says, “Yes, I have been to my doctor this past week and he says, I am pregnant, but I don’t know about a girl.” I replied, “Well, the Holy Spirit says you are pregnant with a girl!”                                                                                 Tom had seen the hands motions, but he was too far away to have heard us. Tom walks up laughing and says, “So, what is up?” We tell Tom what was said, he laughs and says, “Gee whiz Mark, you got a 50/50 chance of getting it right.” I replied, “Tom, I told Trina she was pregnant, she didn’t tell me.” Tom, still laughing says, “Well, we will know in nine months.” I said, “Tom, the Holy Spirit never lies, Trena is pregnant with a girl.”                                                                                                               Eight months later their daughter arrives on February 21, 2005 (Reference: #40 & #41).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             47.     Three weeks later after the previous event, June 2004, I am walking out from the church with a young friend, Nick ___ when I suddenly bump his right arm with my elbow, I asked, “Nick, are you and Molly trying to get pregnant?” Nick says, “Yes, we have been trying for the last two months.” I replied, “Molly is pregnant with a boy!” Nick jumps back with his hands raised and said, “That’s the first I’ve heard of this!” Shocked, I also raise my hands and said, “Hey Nick, this is the first I’ve heard of it too!”                                                                                                                                 Three weeks later at a Wednesday night service, Nick taps me on the left shoulder, I turn around to see Nick standing in the aisle and he says, “Molly’s doctor says she is pregnant.” I started laughing and said, “Yeah, I know Nick the Holy Spirit told us that she is pregnant with a boy.” Nick replies, “They haven’t told her that.” I said, “Nick, the Holy Spirit never lies, Molly is pregnant with a boy!”                                         Eight months later their son arrives (Reference: #40).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  48.       Saturday night October 16, 2004, I read the most recent post made by Michael Boldea Jr., Grandson of Pastor Dumitru Duduman, on the Hand of Help Ministries website, titled, “The Eagle and the Serpents.”                                           Michael wrote: The Angel said, "This has been revealed to you, that you may know, the first bite has been, the second is yet to come, and the third will be its destruction.”                                                                                                               The first bite by the serpent is considered to have been the September 11, 2001 attack, and there is coming a second attack that will be far worst, and the third attack is the vision of America’s destruction which God had shown to Pastor Duduman back in the mid-1980s.                                                                                                       With no doubts in my mind of Michael’s message, I laid face down on the floor and began praying; after this prayer I said, "Father God the second major attack must be approximately one thousand times greater than the September 11, 2001 attack if they think they can force the United States to back away from protecting Israel."         If you wish to read, Michael’s message, Google: “The Eagle and the Serpents – Hand of Help Ministries.” You may also Google: “The Message For America – Hand of Help Ministries,” which is the message of America’s destruction God gave Michael’s Grandfather.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   49.     Thursday 8 pm October 21, 2004, in Fremont, IN., On my returning trip from a delivery at the Boston Airport, I stopped for the night at a Pilot Truck Stop. As I was walking out of the store into the attached Wendy’s restaurant a gentleman standing in line waiting to place his order turns, seeing me he begins screaming at the top of his voice, “I think you have something you need to tell me! I think you have something you need to tell me!”                                                                           Though our eyes are locked on each other’s eyes, I see several people jumping back away from their tables. I also saw his right shoulder rise as if he might have been pulling something from his pocket. Three or four months before this in prayer, I had spoken out that someone will pull a pistol on me. That did happen only several months later.                                                                                                           When the screaming stopped, I looked down expecting to see a pistol, but he was merely pointing his index finger at me. I started walking toward this man as I was saying, “Yes, yes, I do have something I need to tell you.” I started telling this man all about the messages of America’s destruction given to the three pastors, and the confirmations that confirmed these warnings.                                                                We moved to a booth and this man begins telling me how God had shown him three visions in 1996. The first vision he says, it was as if he was looking down upon all of the United States, suddenly there was a puff of white smoke over Southern California; here he added that he had never driven the upper East Coast, his route is just back and forth between upper Michigan and North Carolina, so he isn’t familiar with the upper East Coast, but he saw a second puff of smoke over what he guessed to be Philadelphia, and then a third puff of smoke over what he guessed was most likely Boston.                                                                                                                  I said, “You have seen the second major attack.” He says, “Then there are two more major attacks?” I had not told him about Michael Boldea Jr. vision of “The Eagle and the Serpents.” So, I explained that to him and said I am now most certain that the second major attack must be approximately one thousand times greater than the September 11, ’01 attack, and the attack will be somewhere in Southern California, and most likely in or near Philadelphia and Boston.                                                       He then tells me his second vision was what looked like Chinese Troops wearing the Blue UN helmets coming ashore in what looked to be California. As for his third vision, either my memory has failed me, or some circuits have been damaged from so many years of bouncing down the interstate highways, but I do not remember none of it.                                                                                                                       I have told this thousands of times and I almost always end with, God has never allowed the destruction of a nation nor of its people before first sending His warnings, hoping that the hearts of the people might turn to Him to be saved.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         50.     My best guess, this event would be in April 2005, I remember the nights are still rather cool out. I was making night runs to a Penske Truck Rental lot just South of Madison, Wisconsin to drop a loaded trailer for another driver to make food deliveries in the Madison area.                                                                                       I made my drop and hooked an empty trailer, and now back on I-90 Eastbound, it was a little after 1am. I am passing a few cars in the right lane, a couple of motorcycles, and one older pick-up in the front of the motorcycles. I glanced in my right mirrors to check my clearance, but the old pick-up has his high beams on, and they are blinding me. Thus, I stayed in the left lane for another few minute or so, and I glanced again in the right mirror and the old pick-up had sped up, his high beams are still blinding me. I can see a string of cars now directly behind me in the hammer lane that seems to be in a hurry, I put my turn signals on to indicate my intentions. I left the signals on for several minutes, I moved over to the centerline also indicating my intentions but still, the old pick-up had sped up to stay just at the back of my trailer. Thus, I speeded up more to get away from the pick-up and he sped up, now running 73 MPH in a 65 zone, and the old pick-up is still at the corner of my trailer with his high beams on, and I now have twenty cars or more directly behind me… I started slowing down thinking I will fall in behind the old pick-up, but he slows down also. I slowed down to 55 MPH and still, the old pick-up was just behind the right corner of my trailer with his high beams on. I accelerated back up to 73 again and so did this pick-up, I did the slow-down again, and still the old pick-up was still there with his high beams on.                                                                                                 This had gone on for well over thirty miles and I was now nearing the Illinois state line and I needed to be in the right lane to enter the toll booth.                                     I had turned my signal off for the last five miles or so, and now, I turned the right signal on and moved back to the centerline for a moment and then started crossing the line for the right lane moving about as slow over the line as I could, suddenly two motorcycles came racing around and then they started slowing down, all the way down to 45 MPH.                                                                                                           I said, “LORD, evidently these two are now angry with me.” I knew this was going to be the confrontation I had been expecting for the last several months. I said, “Father God, I am going to pull over here on this first on ramp, if these guys are going to pull a pistol on me, I don’t want it to be at the toll booth where someone else may get hurt.                                                                                                                                 I flashed my headlights to get their attention and put the right turn signal on. I set my brakes and said, “Father God, I look to You for my protection,” and I climbed out and walked to the front of my tractor. The first guy climbs off his motorcycle and starts screaming at me and reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a pistol.                 As he is approaching me, he is screaming he is a federal agent, and I need to put my hands up… I started laughing and said, “Guy, I am not putting my hands up for anyone until I see a badge.” He reaches in his back pocket and holds something up but he is not close enough for me to see a badge. He says, “You nearly killed us.”      I said, “You were behind the old pick-up when I passed it and you saw he had his high beams on, I sped up and slowed down three or four times to get away from him and he stayed on the back right corner of my trailer.” This guy says I think I will call the Wisconsin State Police, I laughed and said, “Go ahead, and while you are doing that, I will call the Illinois State Police, because the Wisconsin State Police will not show up. This guy put his pistol away and said, “Well, just be more careful in the future.” I said, “That is good advice, so you two had better take it.” They turned around and walked off.                                                                                                   Now, maybe you can understand why so many truck drivers seem angry?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 51.     February 2, 2009, (Or possibly 2010), I was now driving for another company as a relief driver covering for the night auto parts drivers to new car dealerships, Ford, GM Motors, Nissan, and Dodge. Whenever not on those runs, I was picking up a loaded trailer with huge heavy rolls of paper and switching trailers with another driver in Mauston, Wisconsin, which we were scheduled for a 1 am transfer. This driver would take my trailer to deliver in Minneapolis and I would deliver his loads of paper to companies located near O’Hare airport.                                                           I always seemed be running late to meet with this driver in Mauston, and especially this night. There was about two feet of snow on the ground and the traffic was heavier then usual at this hour. It had warmed up enough to rain and the rain was extremely hard at times, and it was also very sporadic. Whenever the rain did let up, I would put the pedal to the metal, in other words, I was running as fast as my tractor would run, which was governed at 73 MPH, since I was even later than usual. The temperature was still just above freezing that night so most of the other drivers were holding their speeds down somewhat; thus, I was passing nearly everyone in sight.   I was just North of Madison and it was already 1:30 am. I was in the hammer lane passing a string of cars and I saw a big truck between them. I estimated that they were only running about 55 MPH or so, I am wondering why this driver was running so slow with these cars since it had not rained in the last five minutes or so. I was maybe three car lengths from the truck in the right lane when he puts his left turn signal on, there was no way that I could slow down enough to let him out and just as I am at the corner of his trailer he starts across the centerline. I quickly jerked my steering wheel to the left to move onto the left edge of the shoulder, there was no way I could take my hand off the steering wheel to sound the air horn because I knew what was going to happen the next second, that was when the left trailer wheels dropped off the edge of the pavement. I glanced to the right and our mirrors were no more than inches from touching, I cried out, “Sweet Jesus, help me!” I could hear and feel the drive tires slipping and the trailer pulling the tractor hard to the left… Had I let up on the throttle at that moment the heavy loaded trailer would have pulled the tractor off the road… And to top this off, the shoulder here in this area dropped off maybe 5 feet or more; thus, it would have met a rollover for sure.           The car in front of the truck was now even with my tractor; evidently, he could hear my engine laboring and my drives slipping on the wet pavement and see my tractor pointed at a precarious angle, maybe five degrees or more, and my headlights now shining directly across his lane in front of him, thus he starts slowing down.           The trailer is slowing me down despite my throttle being floored. I screamed, “Jesus, I need help, or I am not going to make it,” at least two or three times. I had been fighting this long enough to think, this just might be the end of my driving career.         The trailer had slowed my speed from 73MPH down under 55 and the car driver applied his flashers and began slowing everyone down behind him to give me the room I needed if my tailer ever came back up onto the pavement, and suddenly the trailer popped back up onto the pavement and I shot across the centerline in a heartbeat.                                                                                                                       I was certainly praising the Good LORD that morning until I got back home.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         52.     Saturday night October 20, 2012, I am now retired. I am in my apartment, I go to bed early, and begin thinking about my life and what I had been through since my divorce in January 1991, for the next hour or more.                                                       I began praying, “Father God, this coming January will have been twenty-two years since the divorce, and You know I accepted all the blame for it.”                                   I said, “Father God, your WORD says that it is not good that man should be alone.” I had not tried to date anyone in all those years. I prayed, “Father God if You think it is time that a lady should be brought into my life, I agree.”                                               I thought on this for a minute or so, and then said, “Father, if there should be a lady bought into my life, she must be a Christian who is just as strong in her Christian faith as me.” I paused for a minute or two and said, “Father, better yet if she were a stronger Christian, she could help me to be a stronger Christian man.” Pausing again, I came back to say, “Father, this lady cannot be twenty years older nor twenty years younger,” God knew I was meaning I wanted someone my age.                         Pausing again for several seconds, “Father, if there is to be a lady brought into my life, we would have to be as evenly yoked as possible in every way, she cannot be a liberal, and she cannot be a democrat who supports abortion.”                                     Pausing yet again to think on this, I then said, “Father, I am not going to any bars to look for this lady. I am not going to any malls to try to chase her down, and I am not going on any internet dating sites. Just so I know it is the right one, You must be the One to bring her to me, in Jesus’ Name, Amen!”                                                           But still, thinking something else needed to be said, I remained silent… After a minute or so, I said, “Father God, remember Junior back at the garage, where I parked my tractor? Junior had been divorced for over ten years and then he met a nurse and they got married, now that would certainly be neat to be married to a nurse.” I just laid there and eventually fell asleep.                                                                                                                                                                                                 The next morning at church with a cup of coffee in my hand, I was talking with a friend, Bruce _____, when I suddenly realized the time. I told Bruce I was like five or six minutes late for being at my post at the far side of the sanctuary. At that moment, a lady walks up to me and asks, “Are you Mark ________ who made a couple of comments on the church’s Facebook page this past week?” I replied, “Yes, I did!” She says, “I really did appreciate your comments?” I said, “Thank you, but I am really sorry, but I just now realized that I am late for being at my post on the far side of the sanctuary as usher and greeter, so I really have to run.” She says, “Okay!”                 As I was crossing the back of the sanctuary, I started praising God like crazy, because I knew I would be marrying this lady, and then I just realized, I didn’t get her name. I looked for her after the service but could not find her.                                       As I said earlier, I was retired now but I was working part-time now and then, and I had already agreed to drive my friend Tom’s ¾ ton pickup pulling a loaded trailer out to Fort Mead Army Base in Maryland for a construction job. I was just to unload the trailer and drive straight back.                                                                                         I was edgily hoping to meet this lady the following Sunday at church, but I did not see her nor for the next two Sundays. I am thinking it was the Sunday before Thanksgiving we met for only a few minutes. She was rushing out to her daughter’s for dinner. So, I did find out her name, Sharon _____, but this is the way it was one Sunday each month from October through January because it was either her or me having to rush out immediately after church.                                                                 I also found out later Sharon was making a trip once a month to Northeastern Indiana to visit with her mother, who was in a nursey home, and Sharon worked at least one weekend a month; plus, I was taking more loads out to Fort Meade Army Base for Tom.                                                                                                                 At church one Sunday in February, Sharon asked if I could help her with taking her dog, Mckenzie to the vet’s and again to picking up Mckenzie from the vet’s a few days later, I edgily agreed to help her.                                                                           I was visiting Sharon at her condominium on the first Tuesday evening in March and we were watching the Fox News channel when Sharon takes Mckenzie out. Sharon comes back in and standing at the end of the couch she asks, “Have you ever thought about remarrying?” I laughed and said, “I was trying to think how I could ask you the same question while you were out with Mckenzie!”                                           That put us on the fast track, and we were married the first Saturday in May. Oh, Sharon is the stronger Christian of us, she is no liberal nor democrat, she is fifty-five days younger than me, and she had been an LPN nurse for fifteen years, and she was working at home as a transcriptionist for the same hospital, for a total of 44 years before retiring.                                                                                                 Sharon had been in this church since the 1980s and I had been in this church nearly every Sunday since June 2007 and neither of us had ever seen each other.               Do not try to rush anything such as marriage, if you leave it in God’s hands, and in His timing, He will give you the best. The most important thing for any marriage is to be evenly yoked in every way possible if there is to be a successful marriage in a Christian home.                                                                                                               Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness (2 Corinthians 6:14)?                                                                                                                                                                                                                             ********************************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1). God has appointed the times and seasons for every life in this universe, and His wish is that none should perish. The day of our Salvation is today, I know God has a plan for each of us. O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him (Psalm 34:8).                                                                                                                                                                                           Would you humbly bow before God today, accepting Christ Jesus as your LORD and Savior, confessing your sins to Him, and ask Him to aid you in your search for the whole truth and in your new faith in Christ; in Jesus’ Name, Amen!                                                                                                                                           

Are You Watching & Listening? (Pt. #2)

Part #2 of 3                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Just as Israel failed to achieve what God had planned for her; so too, has the United States failed God. But God knew over two thousand years ago that the United States would fail.                                                                                                     Nothing ever surprised God; He knows the outcome of all wars before they even begin the fighting. He who is able to open and close the womb at any time He chooses, and He who knows the number of hairs on our heads knows all there is to know from eternity pass to the future…                                                                             I hope that you will be able to read through all fifty-two events which will be posted in the, "Are You Watching & Listening," series, and can understand why I say that God has proven to me that there is nothing that God is not aware of in the lives of both Christian and non-Christians.                                                                                    God loves the non-Christians just as much as He loves the Christians. Yeshua, the Christ died for all, and Salvation is for all who will confess their sins and accept Christ Jesus as their LORD and Savior.                                                                            No one is so good that they do not need God’s forgiveness, and no one is so bad that they cannot receive God’s forgiveness.                                                                                                                                                                                                            Romans 1:20:  For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse: (21) Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.                                                                                                                        Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools, (23) And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things.                                                Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves: (25) Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen.                                              For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: (27) creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen.                                                         And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet.          And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; (29) Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, (30) Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, (31) Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: (32) Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.                                                                                                                                                     ***************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    23. August 1994, after an incredibly stressful four weeks training a new student driver, I arrived back at Schererville, IN. terminal and I had questioned myself as to whether I wanted to continue with this career. I called Jackie, my dispatcher and said I was taking off for at least five days, and that I would get back to her on the fifth day. I decided I would spend my days off in LaGrange, IL., to visit with friends.                   Arriving at the motel that evening I grab a USA Today paper and quickly showered and settled in to read the newspaper. I found an article revealing a World Trade Center Engineer’s Report on the No. Two Tower which was bomb on February 26, 1993. I fell face down on my floor after reading this article crying out to God on this issue.                                                                                                                              After this prayer and still face down for several seconds, I suddenly said, “They are coming back to ‘HIT’ this tower again, when they do, they will ‘TAKE’ this tower to the ground.” I immediately knew it was the Holy Spirit who spoke this message through my lips.                                                                                                           The next morning meeting with my friends I shared God’s warning for the WTC #2 Tower with them.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         24. Monday, February 13, 1995, I arrived early that afternoon for a few days off at my home terminal in Schererville, IN. I lived in my tractor, no phone, no home, just an address at a gift shop for my mail.                                                                               Tuesday evening a former student, Oliver ______ (October 26, to Dec. 1, 1994) walks into the terminal. Oliver is originally from Dominican Republic, living in the heart of Manhattan, NY., one block from Central Park (Now separated and living back in the Dominican Republic). Oliver was going to spend the night here before making a delivery in Chicago the next morning.                                                            Oliver and I are seated in recliners in the driver’s lounge watching TV, one movie ended, and another is about to start. I am seated on the edge of my recliner, it is now 12:05 am, I suddenly grab my head and fall back in the recliner with a tremendous pain in my head. Oliver reaches over, “Mark, what is it, are you okay?” I said, “Oliver, it felt as if my head had just exploded. I have never had a headache come on like this before! I’m going to bed; I will see you in the morning.”  Oliver reminded me of his early delivery, and I said, “We’ll meet again down the road.”                               Strangely enough, we did meet three years later one night on I-78 as we were both heading for New York. Oliver and his family had been on a vacation.                           I had taken three extra-strength Tylenol, but I had not sleep at all and my head was hurting the same, the next morning. I gather my things to take a shower in the terminal, I thought maybe a hot shower would help me to sleep a few hours. After the shower I immediately went back to my tractor, I was bent over in the process of removing my boots when the keyboard beeps with an incoming message, it read, “Call your sister ASAP.”                                                                                                   I did not want to walk back to the terminal, every step I took was causing my head to hurt all the more. Just before I got to the door of the terminal the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “You must set down to make this call.” They had installed new phones on the wall in the hallway, and they had mounted them to high where it was a long stretch for this short guy to dial a phone number when seated. I dialed my sister’s number, and Linda answers, I said, “Yeah, it’s me!” She asks, “Are you setting down?” I said, “Yes, but I don’t think I want to hear this!”  Linda says, “You have to, it’s Bob, your ex-brother-in-law, he placed the shotgun to his head at 12:05 last night and pulled the trigger!”  I loved this guy as much as I loved my own brothers.                                                                                                                 Three or four days later, I had not told my dispatcher about my headache; I was planning to call her to ask for a few more days off; that morning a young man walks up to me in the terminal and introduces himself as Steve ____, who is the brother of my last student, Tim. Steve says he is all ready to start his training.                              I had not known that Jackie and Steve had planned this out. I tell Steve how much I am hurting with this headache and that there was no way I could go back out for a few days. Tim had told Steve not to go out with any other lead driver.                           I called Jackie, and told her how I felt, and that Steve was saying that he was not going out with any other lead driver. I said, “If you will give us short trips and extra time, I will try to do this, but I can’t promise anything.” Jackie gave her okay for this plan.                                                                                                                                It was four weeks later, and my head was still hurting every bit as much as it had the night this started. I was driving no more than 100 miles per day and barely making it through the day. During these four weeks, I was trying to write a letter to my ex-sister-in-law, who is my 4th cousin, according to the ancestry.com…                           We were parked in the T/A truck-stop in Mt. Vernon, IL. when I finally finished the letter; so, I walked into the truck-stop to mail this letter and I just get back to the tractor to lay down when the Holy Spirit whispered, “Check on your student.” I said, “Please God, I don’t want to get back out.” Once again, He says, “Check on your student.” I did not want to do this, but I walked back into the truck-stop and found Steve seated on the front row in the TV room. I shielded my eyes from the TV as I walked in and sat down next to Steve. Steve asks, “How’s the headache?” And just as always, I started to say, just as bad as ever but I suddenly realized the headache was now gone after four weeks.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               25. December 25, 1996, I was Southbound on I-95 in New Jersey making a local delivery to the G.O.D. company just South of Newark. I was listening to a local radio station when they announced that a six-year-old girl was missing and possibly had been kidnapped in Boulder, CO. I immediately began crying out to God asking that He help those that were searching for this child, with tears in my eyes knowing the pain this must be causing the parents.                                                                         The reason that all of this was so upsetting to me was that I was still hurting deeply from the loss of a daughter and a son six years early through a bitter divorce, which is forever fresh on my mind.                                                                                           After dropping my loaded trailer and hooking an empty trailer, I was now back on I-95 Northbound for Connecticut to another trucking company to pick-up a load for Laredo, TX. and still listening to the same radio station and they announced that the body of the 6-year-old has been found in the basement of their home. Again, I cried out to God in tears for this child parents asking God to help them and law enforcement officers to quickly find the killer before anyone else is hurt or killed.         Arriving in Connecticut at the next shipper, I dropped my empty trailer and parked in front of the shipping office, and enter the office to check-in, they told me that my load would not be ready until at least 6 am the next morning.                                               I went back to my tractor and prepared for bed, as I was saying my prayers the thoughts of this child and her parents returned to me. I began praying again for this killer to be found before others are injured or killed. Several hours later during the middle of the night I awoke screaming, “Her brother did it! Her brother did it! Her brother did it!” I jumped up and slide to the edge of my bunk, bent over and in shock, I said, “Her brother did it! God, whose brother did what?” I then realized whose brother did it! I said, “Father God, did she even have a brother?”                       I laid back down wonder if she even had a brother, nothing about a brother was even mentioned in the radio broadcast. I am thinking it was at least a week later before I even heard that in fact, the six-year-old girl had two brothers, one nine-year-old, and another half-broher, 20- or 21-year-old who was away at school, I thought that was strange to not be at home on Christmas day.                                                           After hearing of the brothers, I would pray even more for the next few nights asking God could this be even possible. One night in prayer I said, “Father God, it was not just jealously but it was also a sexual thing, he found his father’s videos, and he was attempting to do what he saw, he hurt her, she began crying and screaming, not wanting their parents to hear, he wasn’t trying to hurt her, it was not out of anger, it was a horrific accident out of fear, and nothing more.” I believe this was the Holy Spirit speaking through my lips as He has done many times.                                       Many may think they would have done the right thing here, but what would have been the right thing? The parents did what they did out of fear, they lost their daughter, they did not want to lose their son also.                                                         I have prayed many times for this young man’s salvation over the years whenever I hear or read this family’s name.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 26. January 22, 1997, I was parked for the night, I am thinking in Stratford, OK. Lying in my bunk that night I was thinking it had been just a little more than two years and nine months since the Holy Spirit had led me to the prophecy revealing America’s destruction. I had spent nearly every night since April 3, 1994, trying to deny that my loving God would allow the destruction of America but deep down I knew, the message the Holy Spirit led me to would one day come true, and America would be forever and ever changed, never to rise to power again. I had heard that my daughter was pregnant back in April 1994 and I knew what this would mean to my daughter and granddaughter. In trying to deny the message of America’s destruction, I had given away the cassette tape quickly after having listened to it only once back in April of 1994, so I had also forgotten the title of the book and the author’s name. Thus, this night I started praying that God would help me to find this book that describes America’s destruction.                                                                                   I had also heard two men saying that morning on the radio that there had been approximately twenty-six million abortions in the United States since the Supreme Court’s approval of the Roe vs Wade Bill. I earnestly prayed over this with many tears. Suddenly the Holy Spirit whispered, “I will repay the United States double for her iniquities.” I immediately cried out in tears, “God, twenty-six million abortions, that would mean the death of fifty-two million people, why are You showing these things to me, I am nothing more than a truck driver."                            I fell asleep that night wondering what it was that God was planning for my life.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           27. First week of October 1997, I went into the emergency room in Montgomery, AL one night with severe pain. I had had this pain maybe at least once or twice a year for at least the last five years or so; and this pain would never last more than an hour or two.                                                                                                                            However, the lower back pain that I had since my mid-teenager years, would often last for several days at a time. I was not sure what really started it, maybe it was all the hard labor on the farm or being thrown off a motorcycle a couple of times.             I know in my twenty’s, twice I collapsed onto the floor from a pinched nerve, with pain so great I wasn’t able to breathe for nearly a minute or so; and then there were the thirteen years working at the power plant, whenever there was a huge spill of coal or rock, which would require as many as two or three days of nothing but shoveling the coal or rock above my head onto a conveyor belt. Then in the winters when we had two 60 car trains and one 80 car train per-day pulling 100-ton railcars coming in with frozen loads of coal or rock, we had worked many twelve hours shifts for days on end swing sledgehammers against the rail cars to empty the cars; plus, there were the Caterpillar Scrapers and dozers which would literally jar every bone in your body.                                                                                                                       For several years Linda had tried to get me to go to a Chiropractor, but I would tell her how Dad had argued with my Mother for years saying that those doctors were nothing more than quacks.                                                                                             I would lay on the floor in one corner of the bedroom, drawing my knees up to my chest, placing a belt around my thighs and placing my feet on one wall, and leaning my knees against the adjacent wall, and there I would lay, not sleeping but keeping my eyes closed for the next eight hours and then getting up to go to work the next day; this would go on for almost always four or five days in a row before I would ever fall asleep.                                                                                                                       That night at the emergency room a young male nurse asked about the pain. I said, “It felt as if you were trying to push a darning needle through my head just above my left ear, and when it was coming to an end it felt like hot boiling water running straight inward.” This guy says, “I have heard that several times before and found out that each time the cause was due to stress.” I laughed and said, “No, I think I handle stress okay, I think it must be a blood clot or tumor.”                                                     After the MRI the Radiologist Technician gave me the name and phone number of a Neurologist nearby and said I should call his office the next morning just before noon. After speaking with the Neurologist's office, they asked if I could come in by 3 pm. that afternoon.                                                                                                         At the Neurologist’s office the doctor asked me to explain my work routine and the pain I was experiencing. After doing so the Doctor then says, “People have died from stress attacks, and from what you have told me, you have come as close to dying from a stress attack as anyone I have ever talked with.” He went on to say, “You need to change your way of living and I don’t mean next week; I mean when you walk out my door or you may not see next week.”                                                         When I got back to my tractor, I sent my dispatcher a message explaining everything and I asked if I could run solo for a few weeks; thus, I did so for the next six weeks.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              28. The last week of October 1997, it was almost 10pm as I parked this night in a lot of a closed down gas station next to another big truck. I was to make an early morning delivery just outside of Atlanta, Ga. About one mile West of I-285 By-pass. I had delivered in this area about two years prior, but I could not find the street I was looking for. It was a clear warm evening, so I had my window down as I was closing out my driver’s logbook when I heard some voices behind my trailer. I checked my mirrors and saw several people milling around. I said, “Well, Father God, I must share the warnings You have given me, so I look to You for my protection, in Jesus’ Name, Amen’’ I grab several tracts and lock the door and started walking along the trailer to meet this group of people.                                                                               A young tall Black man stops me a few feet from the back of the trailer and says, “Hey, just where are you going? You’re much to white to be out here tonight!”  I replied, “I’m going back here to share the love of Christ Jesus with your friends.”  This young man took one step back and said, "Then you are a Christian.” I said, “Yes, I am.”  This gentleman said, “I am a Christian!”  I stepped up to him and extend my hand, and said, “Hello my Brother.” Since he was a Christian man, I shared the warnings of America’s coming attacks. He said, “Please come back here to meet my brother, he just got out of prison, momma raised us as Christians and they converted him to the Islam religion while he was in prison.”                                                          The Muslim brother was seated on a wall and there were about 15 to 20 Black men and women milling around in front of him... He quickly ordered everyone to back up and give us room. He talked about his newfound faith in Islam and then I talked about the Christian faith for maybe thirty minutes or so, when one young man walked up to me with something in his hand, the Muslim yelled at him to get away from me, he is a Christian man and he doesn’t want that stuff… and it wasn’t but another ten minutes or so a young lady walked up wanting to sell me something, he ordered her to get away from me also… He was clearly the leader of this group.                            It was only a few minutes later when someone shouted, “The cops just pulled up across the street!” They all quickly disappeared into the night, and I went back to my tractor to finish up my paperwork, but it wasn’t even twenty minutes or so they were all back.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I knew I had to go back once again, I felt there was still something that had to be said; thus, I said, “God, I need to go back there again, so I will look to You once again for my protection, in Jesus’ Name, Amen.”                                                        As I was walking back beside my trailer another tall Black man stops me… He says, “I heard you say you were from Chicago!” I said, “Well, actually I am from Southern Indiana, but I was living in LaGrange, about twenty miles west of Chicago.” He replied, “I’m from the Southside of Chicago.” I said, “Yes, and you are wanting to go back but you feel as though you can’t, isn’t that right?” He steps back two or three steps and shouts, “You know me, you know who I am!” I said, “No, I don’t know you!” Again, he says, “No, you have seen my picture somewhere, you know who I am!” I said, “No, I don’t know you and I haven’t seen your picture anywhere but now I know this. You are why I am here tonight.” Again, he says, “No, you know who I am!” I said, “Sometimes the Holy Spirit will speak through my lips, I do not know you but God certainly does, and God wants you to know, if you will go back home and make it right with your family or maybe with the law, He will be with you and He will bless your life, but if you stay here, God will not bless your life here.” He started backing away talking to himself and went around the back of the trailer out of sight.                  About thirty minutes later while talking with the Muslim someone came up behind me and tapped my shoulder, I turned around and this man had came back, he leaned down and whispered, “I’m going home to make things right.” I said, “Praise the LORD, Hallelujah!” He leaned in again and gave me a hug and whispered, “Thank you!” He turned around and walked away.                                                                     It wasn't but just another ten minutes later or so someone yells the cops are back across the street. Everyone disappeared in a heartbeat, and that was the last I saw them. Oh, the police never did come across the street.                                                 I began praising God again after laying down for the night for using me to deliver His message to this young man.                                                                                    This is a faithful saying, and these things I will that thou affirm constantly, that they which have believed in God might be careful to maintain good works. These things are good and profitable unto men (Titus 3:8).                                                                                                                                                                                             &nbsp                                                                                                                     29. January 22, 1998, in Woburn, MA. lying in my bunk that night once again I am thinking about all that God has made known to me since August 1, 1992 about abortion, and especially since April 3, 1994, and what the coming destruction of the United States would mean to so many that I love.                                                         In the middle of the night, I was awoken by a voice saying, “As long as this nation allows abortion this nation will continue downhill to her destruction!” It sounded as though someone was in the front of my cab, I quickly jumped up and busted through the curtains to the front of the cab expecting a fight with someone, but there was no one there, I checked the doors, and they were locked. I sat down on the edge of my bunk, and asked, “God, what were those words spoken?” I sat there for a minute or two and then said, “As long as--, As long as this nation ---, As long as this nation allows abortion, this nation will continue downhill to her destruction!”                                                                                                                    I cried out in tears, “How long God, how long are You going to allow this to continue? Father God, what else is it that you want me to do?” That was the one thing I had thought I should never ask God, because I knew what His answer would be. The Holy Spirit suddenly whispered in my left ear saying, “I want you to go to California!”                                                                                                                   I had thought about moving to California but that was before God had made the coming destruction of the United States known to me; since April 3, 1994, I had tried to make my stays as short as possible whenever I was delivering anywhere on the West Coast. I replied, “Okay, okay, Father, I will move out there to run out of our terminal in Fontana.” It certainly was not much of an effort to move, all my possessions at that time were stored in my 3/4-ton Dodge Conversion Van, which was parked in the Schererville, IN. terminal.                                                                  God knew I was angry about all of this, but our God is not vindictive; although I can become extremely stubborn, God is extremely loving and merciful.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          30. The last week or so of February 1998, I still had not said anything to my dispatcher about moving to California. I will admit that I was dragging my feet about moving to California, hoping, maybe God would forget.                                                 I was out on the East Coast one day and I called the Schererville terminal to speak with one of our guards. Just before ending our conversation, he tells me that CRST is closing our terminal at the end of March, and there was no mention of another terminal in the area to be opened; plus, I needed to find another place to park my van. I found that to be extremely strange with my company having so many trailers going in and out of Chicago every day; I was once told that they have two hundred and fifty trailers or so going in and out of Chicago on a typical Monday.                       I then called the gift shop that holds my mail, almost always four or more weeks at a time before I can pick it up, the owner tells me that I need to find another place to pick up my mail because she was closing the shop at the end of March. I hung the receiver up and said, “Okay, Father God, I got your message, I will tell Jackie I am moving to California!”                                                                                                      There is absolutely nothing missed by God, He is concerned about every big and little detail in our lives, and He will work everything out to fulfill His desires and plans. On my drive to relocate to California, I must have told God a half dozen times or more, “No more than two years Father God, that is my limit!”                                       It is utterly amazing how God will put up with my arrogance and stubborn behavior at times. God is so awesome, loving. and most forgiving and merciful, if only everyone could learn this of Him.                                                                                                  I had only been in California a month or so when I found the book, “Through the Fire Without Burning,” written by Pastor Dumitru Duduman describing America’s destruction.                                                                                                               After reading through Pastor Duduman’ book my thirst for God’s WORD, His prophecies, and sharing God’s warnings of the World Trade Center No. Two Tower, and of America’s destruction all seemed as if it were a burning desire deep in my gut that I felt I had to share these warnings with at least ten people per-day; thus I would do this over my CB radio or in person at every stop, and this even included many State Officials when I was required to stop at weigh stations in several states.            Once crossing into Canada at a Border Crossing a guard asked if I had any weapons or contraband in the tractor. I said, “Officer I have with me the most powerful of all weapons known to man!” Wow, did he jump up, I quickly raised up and twisted in my seat to show him my T-shirt I was wearing that day, “GOT JESUS?” with the Cross in the middle. The Officer smiled and said, “Yes I do!” I left him a few Christian tracts, but I never said that again to an officer.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            31. I am thinking it was in the middle of May, I was stuck for the weekend in a truck stop waiting to unload the following Monday in Portland, OR. I spent several hours with a husband and wife driving team, eating our meals together and talking about our faith in Christ Jesus. I also told them about the coming destruction of the WTC #2 Tower, and America’s destruction.                                                                             Late that Sunday evening the young wife asked, “Is it always your left ear that you hear the Holy Spirit’s voice in?” I said, “Yes, and I don’t understand why, I really haven’t thought too much about it.” She held out her hands to me and said, “There must be a reason, give me your hands.” I looked at her husband and he knotted his head. I placed my hands in her hands, she began praying and then went into speaking in tongues, after a couple of minutes or so I feel her pull on my hands, I opened my eyes and she has this huge smile, she says, “The Holy Spirit has told me that you hear in your left ear because you are on God’s right side.”  I think her husband’s name was Mike, he said, “You are in agreement with each other.” I jumped for joy praising my God for His Love. She also told me that God has made me a Watchman and it is the burning within my bones, which compels me to share His warnings.                                                                                                                  She asked, “What else are you asking God for?” I said, “To find a good church near my home terminal, and I am most always asking that He will help me to be more sensitive to the Holy Spirit’s voice and His very presence within me.” She said, “I think God has answered the sensitivity request.” She went on to say, “Mike and I will be praying that you will find the spirit-filled church you are needing, and for more discernment of the needs for others.”                                                                             It was truly a memorable weekend.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               32. It was another two weeks or so before I got back to our Fontana, CA. terminal late on a Thursday evening. With the thought of looking for a spirit-filled church in the area for the next two days before this Sunday, I go to bed early to spend more time in prayer. I asked, “Father God, I really need to find a spirit-filled church, You know where this church is, and just so I know it is the right one, send word of this church to me by a pretty young lady, in Jesus’ Name, Amen!” I laid there thinking, I should not have added those last few words of that prayer, but I failed to go back and apologize for having said, “Send word of this church to me by a pretty young lady.”                   A loving Father even looks over many of His children’s foolish words.                         The next morning, after my coffee and watching the World News, I rushed over to the Ontario Mills Mall, where I picked up my mail at a printing shop. As I entered the store, I noticed a pretty young lady speaking with a young man. She is seated at one end of a large, curved counter, and the mailboxes are at the other end of this counter. I gather my mail that I had received and move to a stool at the counter to go through my mail.                                                                                                            A minute or so later, I hear a sweet “Hello there!” I looked up and the young lady is smiling at me, I said, “Oh, Hello!” I continued looking through my mail. The young lady asked, “Do you believe in God?” I replied, “Oh; yes. I certainly do!” She asked, “What church are you attending?” I told her that I had just moved here a litter over two months ago, and I am only in town but a few days, and then back out on the road for four to six weeks at a time. I mentioned I was looking for a church.                 She introduces herself, Amy ____ and she starts telling me about her church. I asked, “Amy, is your church near here?” The Holy Spirit immediately replied, “Yes, just a few miles south of here.” Amy said, “Yes, just a few miles south of here.” I glance up and said, “Thank you, Father God!” Looking back to Amy, I said, “So, Amy, tell me more about your church.” After several minutes of speaking with Amy, I walk with her out the door and promised her, if the LORD is willing, I will see her this Sunday.                                                                                                                     Climbing back into my van I am stunned. I strike my steering wheel three times as I am praising God, “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Father God!” Pausing for a moment, “But Father, You know I meant for this Amy to be at least twenty or twenty-five years older than what she is.” I felt the Holy Spirit laughing in my chest and I too started laughing. He whispers in my left ear saying, “You deserved that!” Still laughing I said, “That is right, I deserved that!”                                                              I was greeted at the door of the New Beginnings Christian Church by Amy and her parents that Sunday morning in Glen Avon, CA., which was just four miles South of my Fontana terminal.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 33. December 3, 1998, I was Westbound on I-80 and now turning into the T/A truck-stop in York, NE., to bed down for the night, the Holy Spirit suddenly whispered in my left ear saying, “Julie is dead!” The only Julie that meant anything to me would be my daughter’s best friend, they had spent a lot of time together, and our families had canoed together on the Blue River in Southern Indiana, and we even went on a trip to Nashville, TN. together.                                                                                              I cried out in tears, “Oh Father God, please do not let this be so, not Julie.” I repeated this two more times and then I remembered, the Holy Spirit cannot lie, it is true. I started praying for Julie’s parents Ron and Sandy, and her older siblings, Steven, and Michelle, that they will be able to withstand such a devastation in their lives.                                                                                                                                I had blocked the knowledge of Julie’s death from my memory the next morning and it was two days or so later that I started to call my sister Linda, her phone started ringing, and I suddenly remember Julie. I quickly hung the phone up and cried out, “I don’t want to hear about Julie.” I prayed that night for Julie’s parents, and her siblings before going to sleep.                                                                                        Again, I had blocked the knowledge of Julie’s death and it was another three weeks or so when I called my sister; Linda answered, I said, “Yeah, it’s me!” Linda asked, “Did Michelle have a close friend by the name of Julie ______.” I said, “Yes!” Linda told me how Julie had been killed in a car accident on December 3rd.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         34. Tuesday morning January 19, 1999, I had arrived back in my terminal in Fontana late last night. I was planning to take off the next six days or so. When the weather is nice on my days off, I would always sleep in my tractor rather than going to a motel, and the weather was to be great. I would most always get up early to watch the World News and visit with other drivers in the driver’s lounge after grabbing my first cup of coffee. Two drivers whom I had talked with before came through the lounge and one said, “Dispatch really messed up this time.” Laughing I asked, “What have they done now?” He said, “They don’t have nearly enough drivers with all the local loads that need to be delivered today;” they continued out the back door.                   I felt the pressure starting to build in my chest; I said, “Please Father, don’t do this, I need these days off after this last student.” The stress can be tremendous at times when training new drivers.                                                                                          The pressure continued to build up until I jumped up and said, “Okay, I will call dispatch.” As I entered the phone room, I could already feel the pressure starting to ease up and after telling Jackie if I am needed, I will deliver one load for her, the pressure on my chest was completely gone. Jackie says, “Oh, thank you, a dispatch message will be in your tractor by the time you get to it.”                                              I hooked a loaded trailer and was well on my way heading Westbound on Rt. 60 to Long Beach, within the hour. I was listening to a Christian radio station, they were interviewing Pastor Al Howard, founder of “His Nesting Place,” a pregnancy healthcare center in Long Beach. He mentioned that since the Supreme Court approval of the Roe vs Wade Bill there have been approximately 30 million abortions here in America. I nearly ran off the road as I cried out, “How long God, how long are You going to allow this to continue?” The Holy Spirit whispered, “You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell your stories on abortion!" I cried out saying, “No Father, I cannot tell a group these stories, especially a Youth Group. I cannot do that, there is no way! I do not have the nerve to do such a thing! Father God, You know I always set in the back of the sanctuary, not to be noticed! I almost never wear anything that would draw attention to myself, and I never ever speak out in front of others!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 The Holy Spirit continued for the rest of the day, over and over, “You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell your stories on abortion!” Again, all night long; and Wednesday morning after having not slept even for a minute, I entered the driver’s lounge with my coffee and sat down to watch the World News, but still, “You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell your stories on abortion!” I could not concentrate on what they were saying on the news.                 I jumped in my van and drove to the Denny’s Restaurant in Fontana for breakfast, as I did nearly every morning on my days off in Fontana. Upon entering the Denny’s, I would also grab a USA Today paper to read while waiting for my steak and eggs; a creature of habit you might say. I quickly shoved the paper to the side, there was no way I could concentrate with the Holy Spirit whispering in my left ear.                   Again, all day long, and even when I took a shower, all night Wednesday and again all-day Thursday. Setting in my cab that evening, thinking I am about to go insane, I started praying, “Father God, You created me, You know even the thought of me getting up to tell the abortion stories to a group of kids scares the death out of me.” I went to my bunk, it was now about 9 pm and I started praying, “Father God, I wish I had the nerve to do this for You,” but He knew that was a lie. “Father God, I just cannot see how I could possibly speak to a bunch of kids about abortion.”                  I fell asleep and then I heard the voice of a young man say, “Hey, it’s great to see you out tonight!” I jump back, I looked at him, I turned and looked out in the parking lot of the church, and there set my van, where I would always park. I turned back to the young man, and said, “Yeah, right!” I am now four miles from where I had just laid down, what seems to have been no more than five or ten minutes ago; but now I know it is Friday night, January 22.                                                                                I entered the church and sat down on the back row. I can hear the Youth Group in one of the back rooms. I bowed my head, “Father God, I guess it would be neat to be able to do this for you, but I really don’t think I have the nerve to speak in front of a large group of kids.”                                                                                                    I remained silent for several minutes and then I hear the kids and look up to see they have moved to the front of the sanctuary. I bowed my head again and close my eyes and remained silent for several minutes. I opened my eyes and see that my feet are moving, I looked up and I am walking down the aisle. I said, “Father, I guess someone in this group is pregnant and she is thinking about having an abortion, right?” I reached the end of the aisle, I turned to the right, the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “Fix your eyes on Marcy!” Marcy ____ and husband, Marlin were the second couple who welcomed me to the church after Amy and her parents, on my first visit.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Two young girls parted hands and reached out for my hands. I am just guesting there were 20-25 in the group holding hands in a circle. Marcy was standing to the far left of me. I said, “Marcy, God has a message for this group tonight.” Marcy permits me to speak.                                                                                                      I said, “First, He wants me to tell my abortion stories. The most recent event happened this past Tuesday. I was Westbound on Rt 60 heading for Long Beach, I was listening to a radio interview with Pastor Al Howard, the founder of ‘His Nesting Place!’ He mentioned that since the Supreme Court’s approval of the Roe vs Wade Bill there has been approximately 30 million abortions. I cried out, ‘How long God, how long are You going to allow this to continue?’ The Holy Spirit immediately whispered in my left ear saying, ‘You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell your stories on abortion!’ He repeated this over and over, throughout the night Tuesday and up until last night when I finally fell asleep, and it seemed as if it was only five or ten minutes later, I was greeted at the door here tonight.’”                                                                                                                         I noticed a young girl on the right side of this circle crying. I continued, “January 22 last year, I was sound asleep in my sleeper in the middle of the night, suddenly there was a loud voice that woke me. I jumped out of my bunk and busted through the curtains expecting a fight, but there was no one there, I checked the doors, and they were locked. I sat down on the edge of my bunk, and asked, God, what were those words spoken? I sat there for a minute or two and then said, ‘As long as---, As long as this nation ---, As long as this nation allows abortion, this nation will continue downhill to her destruction!’”                                                                                          The young girl to the right was now in the center of the group, extremely upset, and two friends were trying to comfort her; and I noticed several others were wiping their tears away.                                                                                                                     I continue to tell the group of the visit to the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry, and all that I saw, and what the Holy Spirit had said. The young girl at this point was on her knees, with the two friends at her side, trying to confront her with very little success.                                                                                                           I turned to Marcy and then as I circle the group with my eyes, I said, “God’s message for this group tonight is--,” I paused with my eyes on the young girl on the floor, waiting for the Holy Spirit to speak, Marcy said, “Yes...?” Again, I turned to Marcy and said, “God’s message for this group tonight is that He can even forgive a sin, as great as this!”                                                                                                        Marcy leads all of us in prayer and after several minutes the wailing and crying subside, and she ends her prayer. Now believing this young girl has had an abortion, I took one step towards her, I was going to tell her she must embrace God’s forgiveness and she needs to forgive herself now. But then Marcy speaks out, “His message, that was for me, I had an abortion a long, long time ago, and I have never told anyone!”                                                                                                                The young girl, that was Marcy’s 15 yr. old daughter who had turned in an essay at school that morning titled, “Abortion and Its Effects on the Family.”                         In my sleeper that night, I was praising God over and over for having used me to deliver His message of forgiveness to Marcy.                                                               If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               35. January 24, That Sunday morning there was even a greater message given. Marcy and Marlin were the greeters at the door. After speaking with Marlin, I turned to Marcy, and to my shock, I said, “Marcy, I have a message for you from God this morning! God wants you to know that you will see your daughter when you get to Heaven.” Startled, at what I just said, I asked, “Marcy, did you know that your first child was a girl?” Marcy said, “While I was in the recovery room, I told a nurse, I have to know, what was it? The nurse said, ‘A girl.’”                                                              God is such a loving Father; He wants us to not only to love Him, but He wants us to love ourselves and be at peace with ourselves.                                                             I believe it was that Sunday night while praying, I remember the story of Gideon in the Book of Judges, and how Gideon asked the Angel of the LORD for two confirmations to the message the Angel of the LORD had given him. Thus, I began praying, “Father God, if the warnings of the United States destruction which You had shown to Pastor Duduman are to come true, then I pray Father God, give me also, two confirmations as the proof of what is coming for our nation, in Jesus’ Name, Amen!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           36. Monday 12-noon, April 26, 1999, if there is one thing, I have learned over the years it is to pray-pray-pray for my next student. I had just come back from a 6-day break; well, to be truthful, I never came back from anywhere that week. I was there running in and out from my tractor all 6-days. I had no family in California, I did take several short trips around Southern California, and I did visit a former student and his family in Oxnard, four times all totaled.                                                                          I had been out that morning gathering supplies for my next student and me. A new student training period now is normally 4-weeks if all goes well. I had a folder with my logbook in it, which I laid across my steering wheel, bringing it up to date. I looked up and saw a young man walking into our fenced-in yard through a small gate behind the classrooms. The Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “Ask him if he is a Christian man!” Startled, I said, “Ask him, if he is a Christian man?” Once again, the Holy Spirit whispered, “Ask him if he is a Christian man!”             As this young man walks between the tractors, I rolled my window down and asked, “Can I help you?” “Are you Mark ______?” I answered, “Yes!” He says, “I was just assigned to be your next student, my name is Dale ____!” I said, “Dale come on around and jump in, I need to ask you something!”                                                       Dale climbs into the jump seat and I said, “I just need to ask you one thing!” Dale can see that I am rather hesitant, and he starts to open his folder to retrieve his test sheets that students are told to give to their lead driver. I said, “No, I don’t need to see your test sheets, I just need to ask, are you a Christian man?”                               Startled, Dale asked, “Why would you ask that?” I told Dale why and he reaches over to tap the side of my right arm, saying, “Listen, I got to tell you something, you most likely won’t believe this, no one else does but my wife.” I said, “Dale if this has anything to do with God or the Holy Spirit, brother, I can believe anything!”                 Dale says, “The last two days of work before coming to the Rialto Truck Driving school, I worked two double shifts in a row. The last morning when I get home the wife was out shopping. I wanted to see her before going to bed so I laid down on the couch in the living room. No sooner than lying down, I start rising back up, but I was not using my arms and legs. By the time I was standing straight, I was maybe two feet off the floor, and I continued to rise, going through the ceiling, going through the roof and I continued rising. I looked around and saw others going up, their faces were glowing, they looked like candles at a distance. There were hundreds rising, we went through light clouds and continued rising, then suddenly everything below us erupted into flames, and then I heard my name being called. I awoke and there was my wife standing over me, she had been shaking me, to wake me up. I think God has shown me what the Rapture will be like.”                                                               &nbsp I gave Dale a quick overview of what, and how the Holy Spirit had whispered in my left ear three days in a row to lead me to the coming destruction of the United States.  This meeting up with Dale I knew was my first confirmation that I had prayed for.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               37. In May 1999, three and a half weeks later with Dale, we made a delivery in the Newark, NJ. area, and we were sent to our local drop yard to pick up another local delivery. After this delivery, we were sent back again to the drop yard where we parked for several hours. I sent Dale to the sleeper around 5 pm and I told him we would most likely get a dispatch for a load out after midnight going straight back to Southern California ending his training period.                                                               It was around 8 pm or so, when the dispatch message came in, with the shipper’s name and address which I was well familiar with. I started out for I-95 South, upon arriving at the shipper’s I dropped our empty trailer in the back and bobtailed to the shipper’s office. Checking in with the shipper he confirms our load will not be ready until 5am or so. I return to the tractor and wake Dale to move him to the top bunk. At approximately 12-midnight Dale wakes up screaming, “We’ve got to read Revelation 18! We’ve got to read Revelation 18!”                                                                           Please keep in mind, Dale was asleep in the bunk when we arrived at this shipper and he knew nothing of this company. Finishing the reading of Revelation 18, Dale begins poking on his Bible saying, “Babylon, leader of all the world, will be destroyed, all in one hour, in one night, and it will split the midnight hour from the East to the West! And this is the guaranteed WORD of God!”                                   Suddenly there was a loud noise, such as a crash that felt as though it had revibrated through our tractor cab. I had been laying in my bunk raised on my left elbow listening, as Dale had been reading, I jumped up to look out to see what had caused this noise, Dale had jumped and swiveled the jump seat around to look out our windshield.                                                                                                             There directly in front of our tractor no more than twelve feet away sat a 53’ foot trailer, I looked out the driver’s door window to see a yard tractor hooked to this trailer. On the side of this trailer is three larger letters, maybe 7 or 8’ tall, with three words down the side of this trailer. Dale screams, “GOD, Guaranteed Overnight Delivery.” This is the name of the shipping company. Dale says, “This is really going to happen!” I said, “Yes, I have been trying to tell you this, and we are nearly at the point of this happening.”                                                                                                 This I knew was the second confirmation for which I had been asking God for, if the message of America’s destruction is to come true.                                                       I have crossed paths with many since being led to the message of America’ destruction on April 3, 1994; I have been screamed at and cursed by many who have said, God has made the United States the greatest of all nations, He will not allow the destruction of America, those that bless Israel, He will bless.                                  I replied to most of those, saying, “Yes, God has made the United States the greatest of all nations but being the greatest does not make one great. We have allowed the teaching of evolution over creation, we have allowed prayer to be taken out of the classrooms, we have allowed homosexuality to run rampant through this land, we have allowed the slaughtering of approximately thirty million of the most innocent of all life in the womb of their mothers, and many today have rejected God’s WORD all together, and you think we are great? No, my friend, we have become a curse, and God has been sending His warnings of the United States’ destruction since the mid-1980s."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     38. October 1999. I was seated to the far left in the back of the sanctuary of the New Beginnings Christian church, listening to Pastor Jonny Bunch’s sermon. He was standing in the front on the far-right side, and he suddenly stops in the middle of a sentence and he takes one step in my direction. He points to me and says, “If you are a born-again Christian and you happen to be in Sodom or Gomorrah when God allows their destruction, God’s promise to you is that He will take you up in the blink of an eye.”                                                                                                 Not even realizing what just happen, Pastor Bunch continued with his sermon. The Holy Spirit of God had spoken this message through the Pastor Bunch's lips to me, and I knew no one else had heard this message. I had not said anything to Pastor Bunch about the coming destruction of America.                                                           Godly men such as Pastor Bunch are truly a blessing to their congregation.               Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him and given Him a name which is above every name: That at the Name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father (Philippians 2:9-11).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   *********************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Psalm 59- Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: defend me from them that rise up against me. (2) Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and save me from bloody men.                                                                                                                                    For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord. (4) They run and prepare themselves without my fault: awake to help me, and behold. (5) Thou therefore, O Lord God of hosts, the God of Israel, awake to visit all the heathen: be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. Selah.                                                                                                      They return at evening: they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city. (7) Behold, they belch out with their mouth: swords are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear? (8) But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them; thou shalt have all the heathen in derision. (9) Because of his strength will I wait upon thee: for God is my defence.      The God of my mercy shall prevent me: God shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies. (11) Slay them not, lest my people forget: scatter them by thy power; and bring them down, O Lord our shield.                                                                                 For the sin of their mouth and the words of their lips let them even be taken in their pride: and for cursing and lying which they speak. (13) Consume them in wrath, consume them, that they may not be: and let them know that God ruleth in Jacob unto the ends of the earth. Selah. (14) And at evening let them return; and let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city. (15) Let them wander up and down for meat, and grudge if they be not satisfied. (16) But I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning: for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.                                                                                          Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing: for God is my defence, and the God of my mercy.