My story: As a kid, I became very sick. My white blood cells were eating up my red ones and when the doctors could not help me, they told my mother that in about 24 hours I would be dead.

My mother, not really knowing what she believed, called every religion in the phone book and asked them to come and pray for my life. So as a small boy laying in a hospital bed, the show began. There were all kinds of people that came and prayed with me - some in suits and others looking like long haired bums. I remember some throwing water on me, some walking around the room with smoke coming out of pots, and even a guy that looked like a Jeanie from a lamp who set on a floor rug and looked out the window. There were people who laid hands on me and prayed and some that just said they were praying for me. As those 24 hours were coming to an end, the doctors checked my blood and found nothing wrong with me. That was about forty years ago.

I used to ask my mom, ''Why didn't you bring these churches in one at a time, and check my blood after each one? …then we would have known which one was the true church''.

Now that I am older and have spent a lot of time looking for the true church or religion, I realized that it was not just one particular church among them. It was all of them. They were all in agreement that I should live, and for those few hours on that one day, all of their differences were set aside as they went before GOD as the true church in one body and asked for my life.

Now I am here today asking the church to lay aside your differences and come together as the church was meant to be, standing for morals and for Jesus Christ no matter the cost.

The first followers of Christ were not worried about offending anyone …quite the opposite. They offended the people and the government to the point that they were killed for it. And they did it all in love. They didn't raise arms against others; no one chained himself to a doorway; they simply preached the word of God at the risk of their own lives.

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The true church is the most powerful group of people in the world, and there is nothing we can't do, because God is with us. Please let us come together and spread the gospel Of Jesus Christ to the world.

My Dream

At the time of when I was to die, I had a dream that I did die. It was the best dream of my life as well as the only dream I can still remember.

I died and found myself at our farm, a place I felt safe and know but it was different, vary clean and colorful, I walked into the house, and found myself in an all white room, so white that it was if there was no walls, floor, or ceiling. A man or angle told me to remove my close and lay on the table that was the only thing in the room. As I removed my close they seemed to disappear, I got up on the table and laid on my back.

Then blood came from above and fall on me like rain and I felt joy and happiness. After that I got off the table and seen a white rob hanging there, I put it on and a door opened, and I walked down a bright white hallway and entered into a room that was so bright that I had to close my eyes and look down to the floor.

Then a kind and powerful voice said, “I am not Finished with you, You have much to do”

After this, I was no longer dying and was not sick. For years after that my mom took me in for testing, but the doctors could not find anything that showed I was ever sick.