by Eric G. Miller
(Lancaster, California, Unitied States)
As a younger man I had experienced many dreams and visions, which did come to pass, including who I was to marry, where I would live, what cars I would drive, but I did not know the source. On my last vision I had a dream of an angle chasing me with a sword in hand riding on a white horse. As I tried to out run this horsemen in my rear view mirror I would drive to a certain point and this horse man would appear in front of me riding toward me. I would turn the car around, and head back in the direction in which I came, only to have the horse man appear before me, again and again. I finally stopped and looked at the horse man, who then raised his sword and pointed to the south, across a lake to what was an amazing sight. The clouds had opened up, and there were thousands and thousands of people in single file being carried one by one beyond the clouds. I looked back at the angle and he again pointed to the line of people. "Go" was his command, "Join" . so I went, across the water. As I came up out of the water my clothes were replaced with a bright shinny white robe. I took my place in the line. with the others. and then my dream ended. Shortly thereafter I got another message instructing me to read the bible, everyday, for each day that I would read, I would have peace, joy and rest, and for each day I did not read there would
be no peace, joy no rest. Over the next many months I began to read the Bible beginning in Genesis, and working my way through to Revelation. I experienced many days where I did not understand, being left with more questions than answers. I had made it through to Matthew 8:2 with the Leper asking Jesus "Lord if it be your will cleanse me." Suddenly, I realized that I was just like this man, having nothing to bargain with, having no position with which to ask, and just at the end of my rope so to speak. At 10:00 p.m. December 29, 1996, I asked Jesus into my life, to be my Lord, and to guide me from that point on. Just after my conversion experience, I was given my first trial. My mother told me she had stage four ovarian cancer. I remember driving home that night speaking with Jesus, and telling Jesus, I know that no matter what happens I will follow you. In the next 18 months, my wife and I experience 18 deaths in the family.
In the service I worked in intensive care, and I knew what was coming for my mother. The hardest part was not being able to tell my mother what was about to happen. I had witnessed to my mom and was getting nowhere. I was getting so desperate to save my mother, my wife finally stepped in and in 30 seconds did more than what I was able to do in 15 months. My mother accepted Christ, and there was a great relief for that. Nonetheless I still was asking Jesus for a miracle for my mother. He did give me a miracle, just in his own way. At my mother's funeral, I spoke for my mother, and as a result, all but my dad and older sister came to Christ that day. 15 years later my father finally asked me to tell him about my Jesus. I did, we went the next day and he was baptized, assigned a mentor, a bible study, and small group support group. Today we have many bible discussion.
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