It was 1977 or 1978 when this story happened to me. I was studying at University of Puerto Rico Mayaguez Campus. By March 1973 I had decided to follow Jesus. Many times coming from classes I stopped at the Temple which was always open during the day for whosoever wanted to stop by and pray. I had several beautiful encounters with God's presence.
There was this particular moment that I was reading the Bible and worshiping God. I was delighted in His presence.But something unexpected came over me. I have to explain something here before I continue with my story. The reason is that it might sound very weird my story but it had been a heard phenomenon in evangelical churches all around the country in United States but less in Puerto Rico.
Many churches collectively and individually had been experiencing what some started to call the laughing blessings or some other name for the experience. It can't be explained and whosoever had not experience it can't relate to it and as a consequence many will say things and comments usually against something they don't have the experience. I had heard about it but never commented on something I don't have a clue about it.
So here I was having a moment with my heavenly Father and the Holly Spirit when a small tiny laughter came from me. I kind of distracted by it for a moment when another, then another. I didn't have time to analyze the reason of my laughter. It took me by surprise and in a couple of seconds, I believe, I was laughing uncontrollable and I didn't knew why. It was a powerful thing and I couldn't stop it. It was like a twister of joy. I just let myself go, who care, it was marvelous. It was profound. I don't know how long was I in that ecstasy but it started to kind of concerns me that I could pass out. I felt it was something my body could not handle. So I try to stop it myself unsuccessfully so I started praying please Lord stop this. Immediately it started to slow down little by little. I was a little exhausted after that so I called it quit.
I think there was a member of the Church praying silently in the back when I came in but when I was going out no one was there. I wonder if he heard me and got distracted or something. As I was going down the stairs to my car I remember thinking or saying out loud to God, what was that? I went home to continue with my life but never say anything to any one.Who was going to hear that if even me was perplexed by it?.
One year after that (not exactly sure of the time passed) I was thinking back about the experience. And in the middle of my thinking my father death memory got mixed in my thinking. It was like: "wait a minute, my father passed away not too long afterwards, maybe one or two weeks!". I started connecting the dots and then I remember all my sisters,two brothers and I in the house just receiving the news of our father passing away. I noticed that I was so strengthened. I literally sensed a strength in me. It was supernatural. And the thing that I remembered thinking back was how all my sisters (eight) almost each one of them if not all came to me to cry. I was able to comfort all of them and cry with them. I was just thinking, how come they don't go to my other two brothers standing there.
Thinking back I know that they sensed God's strength on me and they came for it. The Bible well declare that the joy of the Lord is our strength. I had always desire to experience another explosion of God's joy but it doesn't cone when you wanted. It is on His will and on His perfect time, Amen!
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Facing The Washington DC Area Snipers
For eighteen Months I lived in Ft. Meade , MD. Every week I used to travel to NY to stay with my two brothers in New York city. It always caught my attention the city of Aberdeen every time I saw the sign from the car I traveled to and from NYC. The year was 1967. I found out about 25 years later the mystery of my infatuation with Aberdeen. In the year 2002 I was moving from Long Island, NY to Florida after having lived in Long Island almost a dream. I was able to give my daughter a better life away from the Bronx. She decided to stay in Long Island by herself and we moved to Florida. We were traveling in a Buick Regal. We stopped in several Inns. One of them was a Days Inn right in Aberdeen. I told my wife about my infatuation with Aberdeen and that I wanted to stay there and see the place.
That first night I had the most unexpected surprise of my life when I met face to face with the "Snipers" of the Washington DC area. You have to remember Malvo and John Muhammad. When we started to get comfortable in the room my wife sent me to get some things like coffee and the coffee maker, etc. As I was walking out and almost closing the door behind me, my wife opened it to tell me something else. We talked a little and she closed the door. I noticed this teenager walking back and and forth with head down almost in front of our room by the stairs in the second floor. He looked very suspicious to me. As soon as my wife closed the door he came to me and asked: "What is she saying? (my wife spoke to me in Spanish) Is she talking about me?" I answered him: "No, she doesn't even know you", and I continued to the trunk of my car.
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As I was looking in the trunk for what I went there for and finished the search, I was closing the trunk and ready to go back, the boy (about 17 yo) and this older man came to me. The older man asked me: "Are you a Muslim? I guess my Hindu look made him believe I was. I started to have some strong gut feelings. In those days the snipers were doing their random killings. The police were following a lead in which the Media was almost convinced they were two white folks in a Van. My guts were telling me I was facing the snipers. It is like you know something and you don't have no evidence. I answered him: "No, I am not a Muslim" and I noticed he put his left hand under his light jacket. I took control of my fear and many scriptures started to come rushing to my mind and I walked away giving him my back and starting to walk away with confidence and without fear (faking it). When I took the curve after the reception area I walked the hallway of the first floor fast until I got to the stairs that took me to my room. I walked to the window to look and I saw them getting into a big car parked right under a phosphorescent light which gave their car a light blue color. Malvo's hair was braided.
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I called New York and told my friends that I had just met the snipers and gave them my experience. Silence. Then I decided to stay quiet and not to say anything else. My surprise came when I heard in the news that they had capture the snipers and when I saw the picture, I realized I was not wrong. The older guy looked exactly the same and Malvo a little bit different because there was no braided hair. The car was the same except that it was dark blue. The phosphorescent light made it to appear light blue to me. I remember saying joking when I left NY to my friends: "I am going to capture those snipers". Was I in a way prophesying my experience without me knowing it? Well, this is a true story. You can believe or not but nothing can take away the truth of it. I just thank God for His protection. I remember this lady pastor praying for us before we departed. It was such an anointed prayer!
That first night I had the most unexpected surprise of my life when I met face to face with the "Snipers" of the Washington DC area. You have to remember Malvo and John Muhammad. When we started to get comfortable in the room my wife sent me to get some things like coffee and the coffee maker, etc. As I was walking out and almost closing the door behind me, my wife opened it to tell me something else. We talked a little and she closed the door. I noticed this teenager walking back and and forth with head down almost in front of our room by the stairs in the second floor. He looked very suspicious to me. As soon as my wife closed the door he came to me and asked: "What is she saying? (my wife spoke to me in Spanish) Is she talking about me?" I answered him: "No, she doesn't even know you", and I continued to the trunk of my car.
.
.
.
As I was looking in the trunk for what I went there for and finished the search, I was closing the trunk and ready to go back, the boy (about 17 yo) and this older man came to me. The older man asked me: "Are you a Muslim? I guess my Hindu look made him believe I was. I started to have some strong gut feelings. In those days the snipers were doing their random killings. The police were following a lead in which the Media was almost convinced they were two white folks in a Van. My guts were telling me I was facing the snipers. It is like you know something and you don't have no evidence. I answered him: "No, I am not a Muslim" and I noticed he put his left hand under his light jacket. I took control of my fear and many scriptures started to come rushing to my mind and I walked away giving him my back and starting to walk away with confidence and without fear (faking it). When I took the curve after the reception area I walked the hallway of the first floor fast until I got to the stairs that took me to my room. I walked to the window to look and I saw them getting into a big car parked right under a phosphorescent light which gave their car a light blue color. Malvo's hair was braided.
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I called New York and told my friends that I had just met the snipers and gave them my experience. Silence. Then I decided to stay quiet and not to say anything else. My surprise came when I heard in the news that they had capture the snipers and when I saw the picture, I realized I was not wrong. The older guy looked exactly the same and Malvo a little bit different because there was no braided hair. The car was the same except that it was dark blue. The phosphorescent light made it to appear light blue to me. I remember saying joking when I left NY to my friends: "I am going to capture those snipers". Was I in a way prophesying my experience without me knowing it? Well, this is a true story. You can believe or not but nothing can take away the truth of it. I just thank God for His protection. I remember this lady pastor praying for us before we departed. It was such an anointed prayer!
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