The Calling

The Calling

As a young child, I was always interested in magical things. The idea of ESP was attractive to me, and I believed it was possible. I still remember checking out a book at the library on the subject of ESP as a youth.

None of my family ever talked about this kind of stuff. I was being raised Catholic, and they just didn’t seem too into spiritual things. I just had an innate attraction towards spiritual kind of stuff. Superpowers, so I thought. And maybe even weirder, I had some experiences with it also.

I recall very clearly one day I was sitting at the breakfast table and I became sad and started crying because one of my cats had died. One or two minutes later, we get a knock on the front door. Our neighbor across the street was informing my parents that her dog had killed our cat. This is the first anyone in the family had heard of the cat dying – yet I had already been crying for a few minutes because of it. Some how, I knew about it before the neighbor told us. I was probably between 7 and 11 years old when this happened.


So at age 14 my parents split up and I moved with my dad into a trailerpark. We roomed in a trailer with a man named David P. Wilder. Dave started talking Jesus to me. Dave seemed like a rather believable guy, so I listened. Dave told me that I needed Jesus or I would end up in hell. Now despite having been Catholic since my birth, I never knew the story of Jesus Christ and the salvation aspects. Dave said that Jesus had died for my sins and would save me from hell if I would accept Jesus Christ into my heart as my Lord and savior. So I figured what the heck. Let’s do it.

I was a HIGHLY logical kid growing up. I participated in state logic competitions. My brain has always been logical and analytical (I ended up becoming a lawyer for a while – but that’s another blog section.) So logically I figured if the message of Christ was real, I am not interested in going to hell. And if the message of Christ was fake, then what? I wasted a little bit of time in believing something..? Not that horrible a consequence.

So there I was, in my room on my own one day. I did not want to commit to Jesus in a church. I did not want to do it with Dave Wilder praying it over me. I did it in my room with the door closed. I kneeled down and prayed to God and said something to the effect of “Jesus, please forgive me of my sins. I accept you into my heart as my Lord and Savior.”

I went to sleep that night. When I woke up the next day, I did not feel anything. I did not notice anything. I wasn’t sure what feeling saved was supposed to be like, but I did not feel any different. So that day, I did it again. I did it in the evening before I went to bed. And the next day when I woke up, nothing…. I still did not notice a difference. But I was a persistent little kid. So I did it again that night. And HOLY COW. That night was different. I was woken up that night to a BOOMING voice that just about scared the crap out of me. This voice said


I did not know what a prophet was or who the heck was in my room. And I had just experienced something weird. Later I discovered that it was my spirit coming to life that I had just experienced. So here I am, 14 years old and scared because I’m 100% positive someone has broken into my house. I did what every goofy kid would do:

I said out loud “Good thing I’m a blackbelt in karate” and then I jumped out of bed, karate hands out, scared out of my mind, to see if someone was under my bed.

Under the bed was clear. The living room was clear. The kitchen was clear. My dad’s room was clear. There was nobody in the trailer except me and my Dad. (I believe Dave was gone this night). The next morning, I woke up and I can only describe it as the hand of God on my shoulder. I felt this amazing hand on my shoulders for WEEKS if not a few months after that night. Little did I know this was just the beginning of an incredibly amazing life.

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