Start

God has put it on my heart to share how my walk started. I thank you for your time, that is a real treasure.

When I was very young four or five years old, I started to have feelings that I could heal people with light. I would look at the sun and think, “one day I will heal people with light from the sun.” Now I had never been to church, my family did not talk about God, Heaven, or the afterlife at all. Could I have interpreted the thought of, “light from the sun.” wrong and God was telling me, “Light from the son.” I tend to think so. Here’s why.

I lived in a neighborhood in Canoga Park in the valley in Los Angeles. This was 1967 or 68 and we had just moved from Simi Valley for my father’s work. He was a defense contractor and he worked for Canoga Electronics and was a design engineer. We needed to be closer because his commute was too long. The neighborhood we moved in to was middle class with lots of families. There were lots of children ranging from babies to high school with a bulk at elementary school level. This was 60’s to 70’s Los Angeles in the heart of the defense contractor’s domain. Conservative, Christian and a lot of very smart men and women building the future.

My father was a entrepreneur, he and a few other people in his company broke away and started their own business. Daytron Aerospace Electonics. He became the director of marketing and did well for us. My mother was a housewife as were most women at this time. My sister and I had a good life with friends and safety in our neighborhood.

Our neighbors were mostly Christians. We all went to the same school and walked in a pack of up to ten or twelve kids. My sister and I would run up the street to one friend’s house and start heading to school gathering more kids along the way. Three of the mothers insisted on praying for us all. They would kiss each of us on the head and give us a hug. All of us. When we got to my friends Kents house his southern Baptist mama was in all her glory giving all us kids prayer, hugs and sometimes treats. These women sowed into our lives. A truth I did not understand until many years later.

One night when we had just moved to this neighborhood, and I was about five years old, I was sleeping and woke up to see demons, three of them at my door. I was staring at them, and I looked to my left and a man was standing there. He was smiling and I instantly knew I was safe. I ask Him, “who are those guys?” He replied, ” don’t worry about it just go to sleep.” I rolled towards Him and the last thing I remember is His smile. I am a sixty-year-old man, and this memory is burned into my being.

Referring back to my upbringing, I was never exposed to the church or Christianity, I have asked Him, “why did You do this?” He always replies, “you are a Christian and mine.” I reply, “but I wasn’t then.” He has told me many times, “your awareness of that fact just needed some time to catch up with reality.”

This experience is the foundation of my belief system. God loved me enough to rescue me from a curse that was trying to be perpetrated on me. It has taken all this time for the reality of what those women did along with Jesus to make me the person I am. I only hope I can make them proud.