I was born in the month of November in the year
1965, in a town somewhere in Fryslan, the
Netherlands. My father was a teacher but more than
that: he was a preacher man in the Pentecostal
church. My mother had been praying all through her
pregnancy, she told JAH that if I would be born, I
would be completely JAH’s.
I don’t know whether my mother was driven by the
Spirit of JAH to give me to Him, or whether it was
out of her own initiative. It doesn’t really
matter either. But it did have a result and part
of that can be seen in my works.
Works that could not be done before I would be
born again. And that was a thing nobody could
decide for me to go through, but myself. And I
would eventually do so, in the 19th year of my
life.
My mother’s decision was a spiritual one, and apparently
it was known in the spiritual realms what she had
done. Also within the realms of spiritual
wickedness in low places. And so the evil ones
would try their utmost best to keep me from being
born spiritually. They would have to try to
prevent me from becoming a true son of JAH through
Yesus Kristos, “by all means necessary”.
In retrospective it is clear that there were
several spiritual attempts to end my physical
life, even before I was born. And when it was time
for me to leave my mother’s womb, it turned out
that not everything was the way it goes in normal
births either. My umbilical cord was knotted, and
if I had made one wrong movement, I would not have
survived…
When I grew up, I was spiritually aware without
knowing that I was. How could I, I was only a
child. There was no question to me, as to whether
“God” existed or not. There was no question
for me, if “satan” exists or not. There was no
question for me, as to whether “spirits”
existed.
But that didn’t mean I grew up as a
“believer”. Quite the contrary, I might add.
I don’t really know what triggered it, even
though I have my ideas. But these are not really
relevant at this moment. It’s a fact, that my
spiritual awareness did not lead me to accepting
Yesus Kristos as my Lord God and Saviour.
In fact, I rebelled!
Sure, I can blame it on the fact that because of
my father’s occupation in the Pentecostal church
I was seriously traumatized.
After all, the Pentecostal church was considered a
“sect” by the traditional reformed protestant
churches and most children I grew up with had
parents that were members of these traditional
churches. This was apparently their way of
expressing what their parents felt about my
parents..
But I won’t.
I can blame it on the fact that within the
Pentecostal church that my parents went to, I was
also the subject of ridicule and rejection.
After all, I was kind of different than most kids
around me. I asked questions they couldn’t
answer and had interests they never heard of.
But I won’t.
In fact, I won’t blame it on anyone else but
myself!
As I see it now, I was born a rebel. And this is,
as far as I can see, caused by the fact that my
mother gave me to JAH even before I was born.
This might sound contradictionary, I’m aware of
that. I think that JAH made me in a certain way
which in the beginning might have caused me to not
want to follow Yesus Kristos, but after almost two
decades would form a foundation which enabled me
to do what I am currently doing.
After all, being a rebel doesn’t necessarily
mean dealing with evil. When you’re a rebel, you
have to lead yourself rather than being led by
ones who claim authority over you for no reason at
all. And little did I know about the True
Authority, that of JAH the Most High!
But I’m running ahead of myself, here…
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