“So, we are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord. For we walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:6-7 NKJV) 

It was not long after I sent out my first mail order prophecy, I found myself being carried by G3D’s Grace. Especially, when I thought I would be rebuked by a pastor for sending out prophecies to his parishioners. However, it turned out to be a huge blessing. It had been only a couple of months since our Lord had me place an advertisement in the local Christian Newspaper. He even showed what He wanted me to do next. In a vision, He showed me the Cassette Tape Ad in Charisma Magazine. I did not think Charisma would place the ad G3D was showing me. However, I was obedient to the call and started searching for ways to make the extra funds needed. I started saving money and asked one of my friends, who later became my brothers-in-law, if he would work up an ad to look just like what G3D had shown me. 

The day finally came. I took a deep breath as I sent the ad to Charisma Magazine. Next, I got busy working on putting back enough money to pay for the next month’s ad. Waiting for Charisma to run the ad seemed to take forever. When I finally saw the ad in print, I felt I had really accomplished something. That first month, not many people wrote in, but I did not lose sight of what I was doing. I was just being obedient to what G3D had revealed. The results were not my problem, nor did the measure of success dictate whether I continued running the ad. After a couple of months, we began to see the demand increase. It was becoming more difficult to balance my time between doing prophecy requests and working at my regular job. I knew then it was time to make a big decision. I wanted to give up my small business but Andrea and I were to be married soon, and I could not see myself quitting. The ministry generated a huge monthly expense, and I would not have the income to offset the cost. After a few months, Andrea and I were finally married and we moved into our little house. I continued to keep the pace, building a new and controversial ministry as well as working a full-time job.

Then one day after coming home early from work, G3D began to deal with me about giving up my business and concentrating full time on the ministry. For the rest of the day, G3D and I had a back-and-forth discussion. I would remind Him that I just got married and my wife will think I am a bum if I closed down my little business. He came back with the story of Elisha, how he broke down his plow, made a fire, and sacrificed his oxen as a symbol of his commitment to follow after the G3D of Elijah. By that evening, I knew what I had to do, but I did not know how my wife was going to take it. After I had my conversation with G3D I sat waiting, knowing in just a few minutes My Andrea, a wonderful wife of 18 years (1959-2009) would be coming home. I was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, fearing she would break down crying when I told her that I had agreed to do what G3D wanted.

When Andrea came in from work, she had a strange look on her face. She revealed that G3D had spoken to her. I anxiously waited to hear what she had to share. She began with something like, “I’ve told you I didn’t want you to become a minister after seeing all my dad had gone through as a pastor, but G3D has changed my thinking and you need to quit your job.” I was in shock, fumbling around trying to find my words. She stood stunned as I told her about the experience I had encountered with our Heavenly Father. We both ecstatically celebrated even though we knew we would incur a huge financial loss. Although, we also knew in our “knower” it was all going to be okay.

As Andrea would leave each day to go to work, cleaning houses, I would walk to the post office to pick up requests for prophecies, return home and begin seeking G3D for His Word. One day I received a phone call that shook me to the core and at the same time gave me relief.

A Charisma Magazine executive called me and informed me that they were going to have to pull my ad. Baffled, I asked him why. He began to tell me that pastors from all over were calling and some writing to their office. Threatening to pull their subscriptions and tell their followers to do the same if they didn’t pull my ad. When I asked what the problem was, he revealed that Charisma had no issue with the ad, but that a few pastors believed I was using my gift for financial gain. I resisted the urge to lose my temper over the phone. Instead, I reminded him that we only ask for a love offering, and so far, we had not received enough “love” to pay their monthly charge of $386.00 per month. He said he was sorry, and I let it go. Relieved, knowing I would not have to come up with the funds for the next month, I found myself telling our Father that I had done all I could and that the problem was now His.

To my surprise the ad was in the next month’s issue. I just thought maybe someone made a mistake. However, when the next issue still had the ad, I was totally perplexed. Then, after the third monthly issue was released, I received a phone call and it was the Manager for Carman, a Christian Psalmist, and he said, “You will never know why your ad is still running unless someone tells you.” Then he proceeded to tell me that the editorial and sales staff for Strang Communications, which owned Charisma and many other publications, wrote in anonymously for each person a prophecy tape. He continued by saying that he was there the day they all sat down at the huge boardroom table with their tapes in hand. As they passed around the tape player, they each played their prophecy and the others Judged the Word. He reported that no one at the table had a dry eye; they cried and made a prayerful commitment they would NOT pull the ad as long as they owned the magazine. 

After the ad ran in Charisma Magazine for 5 consecutive years, I finally asked them to pull the ad. There were too many requests to keep up with. Besides, I was traveling overseas three weeks out of every month preaching and prophesying everywhere even on radio and television. In the beginning G3D had told me I would Reap a Harvest wherever a prophecy tape was sent. I was living out His Prophetic Promise. 

Charisma Magazine also held true to their promise, which assured me that they had obeyed G3D as well. Ad Below is for Display ONLY!

Called, Gifted & Commissioned: 

As I recall, in the early part of November 1989, I walked into my home to make lunch before returning back to work. As I ate my lunch, I turned on the television to my surprise I saw a commercial advertising a 900 number to call for a reading from a psychic. Focusing in on every word, I watched intently wondering what in the world is going on. Right after the commercial ended, G3D spoke. To my amazement He said, “I want you to do that!” Stunned, I questioned our Lord, first checking to make sure it was His Spirit according to 1 John 4:1-5. I knew that G3D was against anyone operating under the spirits that psychics use to do what they do (ref. Deuteronomy 18:9-14). What did He want me to do, go on television, get a 900 number, or just offer myself as a vessel for Him to speak through? I was already giving face-to-face prophecies. To give someone a word from our Lord and not be able to see them or touch them seemed impossible. For the next few days, I wrestled with this experience. There were so many variables of what He could be asking me to do, I questioned, “Do I really want to do this?” As I was praying a few days later, the Holy Spirit reminded me of Jacob who wrestled with G3D’s Word until his hip was taken out of socket. Not wanting to put myself into a similar position, I surrendered to the call and began testing it by seeking confirmation. 

Starting with the only form of exposure I could financially afford. I placed a small ad in the Metro Christian Monitor, a local Christian Newspaper. The ad read: “For your word of knowledge or wisdom in this lifetime call ___ ____.” The first issue the ad ran was November 1989. Approximately 3 days later, I received my first phone call. I was so nervous; I did not know what I was going to do. The man said he wanted a word for his wife and himself. Not feeling the presence of G3D anywhere. I quickly asked the man if I could send him and his wife their word from G3D on an audio cassette tape. He gave me his address and I hung up the phone. Temporarily relieved I exhaled and then the reality of the commitment I had just made hit me. I told the man I would record their prophetic word on a cassette tape and mail it to them. How was I going to do this? Fear just climbed all over me, so I quickly began to pray. All of sudden, the Holy Spirit firmly said to me, “You either hear me or you don’t!” I knew this was a breaking point for me. I had to either believe or disbelieve that I could hear His voice. The decision I made is obvious if had I chosen not to believe you would not be reading this article. The next day I began to seek G3D for His Word. I started praying harder than ever. The entire time I am wrestling with the thought I have to get this right or I could mess these people’s lives up. The pressure was extremely intense. What if I was wrong? What would they do to me? Finally, I had the words recorded. Now all that was left was to mail the tapes. As I stood in front of the mail slot at the post office, my fingers did not want to let go of the package holding the recordings. Eventually, I let go and thought to myself, “Well, this is either G3D or someone needs to stick a fork in me, because I am done.” That day, I officially became a Mail Order Prophet, my how things have changed over the past 30+ years!

Getting back to my painting business, I forgot all about the ad I had placed until I came home for lunch and noticed the light flashing on my telephone recorder. As I strained to listen to the hysterical man on the recorder, I found it difficult to understand what he was saying. I did manage to clearly hear him say that he had received the word of prophecy and his pastor would be calling me soon. Once again fear struck me, and all I could think about was how badly I was going to be chewed out and what might happen if he called my pastor. The very next day Pastor Gill Hawks from Rockwall, Texas called me. 

Preparing for a Pastors Rebuke:

After mailing out my first prophecy back in 1989, I was full of anxiety after the person whom I sent the prophecy said they told their pastor and that he would be calling me. Every day I was at home I found myself dodging the telephone messages flashing on my telephone recorder in fear of what I might hear. All kinds of horrible things went through my mind.

One day I rushed in the house to pick up something and the phone rang without thinking, I picked up the telephone and on the other end I hear, “This is Pastor Gill Hawks from Rockwall, Texas.” Squeezing the phone with one hand, as my other hand is digging into the counter top waiting for my tongue lashing. He mentioned that one of his parishioners had requested a word and that he had listened to it. As my anxiety peaked, to my surprise he said, “I would like you to send me four prophecies, one for me, my wife, and two sons.” Within a couple of days, I found time to record what I heard from our Lord and mailed the prophecy tapes right away. I had not told anyone about the newspaper ad or that I had received requests; I really did not think they would understand. I even prayed, asking G3D if He would allow me to stop running the ad before someone found out.

It was a Wednesday night, and it was my turn to bring the message at our local church. As I sat in the church pew studying my bible our Senior Pastor, Ray Thompson, came to me and said, “There is a Pastor Gill Hawks from Rockwall, Texas here and he wants to talk with you.” Fear washed over me as perspiration began to cover my forehead. Not knowing what Pastor Hawks was going to say, my mind filled in the blanks with the vision of him attacking me with gnashing teeth and lashing tongue. I needed a solution and fast. Then it came to me, Pastors love to preach and teach, so I decided to defuse his anger by asking him to take the pulpit in my place. My Pastor agreed with a questioning look on his face, but I did not give up any information about why I was making this unusual request. Pastor Hawks was truly blessed that I asked him to take the pulpit; I felt all was okay now.

After everyone was seated, I introduced Pastor Gill Hawks and handed over the microphone. Before I could sit down, he started off telling everyone he had contacted me through the ad he had seen in the Christian Monitor, a newspaper for the Dallas, Fort Worth area. Then Pastor Hawks began to talk about calling me up and requesting four prophecy tapes for his family. As I began to melt in the pew, sliding slowly downward in the hope of making myself invisible. My Pastor is turning around in his pew looking back at me glaring holes through me. It seemed as though the entire congregation had turned looking at me with expressions that communicated a vast array of thoughts. 

After Pastor Hawks gave his report about his prophecies being wonderfully accurate, I began to straighten up and I felt myself sitting tall in the pew. Pastor Hawk’s wife was with him, and he gave a raving report about her word as she gave a continual nod of approval throughout his report. By the time he had finished his account of the prophecies his family received, the people and Pastor of my church were actually smiling at me. It was great, and I was blessed by how everything worked out. Then G3D spoke to me telling me what He wanted me to do next as I thought to myself, oh no, here we go again.

“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels” (Hebrews 13:2 NKJV)

Many of you know that I have a real craving for motorcycles. We all agree that riding motorcycles is a risky endeavor. Each time my friends and I got together to go riding we referred to the activity as going to ‘Dodge Cars’, which is a large part of the sport. Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth area we had to be good at this crazy sport. Riding a motorcycle on a crowded interstate is like running with the bulls. Many times, I found myself in some real tight spots, but each time G3D’s favor kept me from a serious accident.

One summer in 2002 I customized my favorite motorcycle. I called it “Lady Bug”. She was a 2002 model 6-cylinder 1500cc Honda Valkyrie; the very motorcycle you see in the picture. 

I had just received a package from UPS, and I knew it had to be my new highway pegs.  These pegs are made for stretching out your legs and resting your back and feet while riding on the highway. After I had installed them, I thought I need to go and try them out. I had a number of different routes I had created over the years, and this one needed to be a long ride with lots of curves. Choosing the Lake Worth route, I headed out to make sure that when I took the curves that my pegs did not drag on the pavement.

As I exited off the interstate, making my way around the lake, I noticed that my left peg was grinding the pavement on each turn. At one sharp curve I decided to look down and see how bad it was. Now anyone who rides motorcycles knows the rule; wherever you look is where your motorcycle will go. You guessed it, since I was looking down my bike and I were going down. When I finally realized I had messed up it was too late I over corrected my error and I landed in the ditch. 

When it was all over, I found myself with a 750+ pound mountain of hot metal on top of me. Fortunately, the ground was sandy and soft from a recent rain, which kept the bike from crushing me; however, I was not able to get out from under its weight.

Lying there with my leg getting very warm from the exhaust pipes, I began to assess the fact that I needed help. This lake road was not well traveled, but fortunately within a few minutes I heard a car coming around the corner. Slowing down, the driver very quickly rolled down her window. This nice lady asked if she needed to go for help. Embarrassed and still not ready to let go of my pride I thanked her but declined her assistance. I kept trying to dig my way out, but it was just not enough to get free. Then another lady stopped and said she had a mobile phone and she could call for help; once again I declined.

Finally, I gave in and prayed these exact words: “Lord, I need a hand. Please help me get out of here.” In just a few minutes, a jeep came around the bend and a small fellow stuck his head out and asked if I needed help. Without hesitation I said, YES! As he walked toward me I noticed he only had one arm and I began to laugh out loud. He started chuckling wanting to know what was so funny. I told him I had just said a prayer asking my Lord to send me a hand and then you came around the corner. We both laughed for just a second and then everything got really eerie and foggy; time seemed to just speed up, and in just 2 or 3 seconds I was standing outside of the ditch holding up my motorcycle. After gaining my bearings I turned to thank the fellow for helping me, but he was already gone. I do not remember him pulling on the bike or me getting up off the ground. I believe you will agree with me that G3D answered my prayer and sent me a one-armed angel to help me. I believe this testimony reveals the measure of G3D’s Angelic Humor.

I had to get home quickly before my wife. You see I needed to clean up  the ‘Lady Bug’ and ditch my muddy clothes before she got wind I had wrecked my beautiful bike. She has always been paranoid about me being involved in a motorcycle accident. I knew there was a chance of her grounding me for riding, forever!

The ‘Lady Bug’ got us home before my wife did. Cleaned up the bike, threw away my clothes and took a shower and re-dressed. As I was walking down the hallway she came in the front door. I really thought everything was good; however, I was wrong. Her facial expression said it all. Concerned I asked, “What’s wrong!” She replied, “What happened to your face?” Evidently, I had bruised my face hitting the edge of the windshield when the bike went down. 

To my surprise she pushed me out of the way headed for the back door where I parked my bikes. I praised G3D! She was more concerned about me damaging the new saddle bags I just had customized for the ‘Lady Bug’. Only the Favor and Grace of G3D can create a day like this one.