EYE NEED A MIRACLE
Snippet from chapter 2
The second greatest miracle of my life unfolded at a time when I wore my atheism like armor. I believed the Bible was nothing more than a tool for social control, a book written to keep chaos at bay. To me, death was final — a switch flipped off, nothing more. Heaven and Hell were myths. Love was temporary, fragile, a fleeting emotion dressed up as permanence. From what I had witnessed in my own family, lifelong devotion felt like a carefully constructed illusion.
By the time I reached twenty, I was exhausted. The reckless nights, the constant intoxication, the endless chase for escape — they had hollowed me out. Drugs didn’t just cloud my mind; they confirmed what I already feared about myself: I lacked the discipline for college, the focus for a future, the direction to become anything meaningful. The military had cast me aside, and with that rejection came the crushing belief that I had no purpose left to claim. After a decade spent running headlong down a destructive path, I was convinced there were only two destinations ahead of me: prison or an early grave.
I felt burned out — spiritually, mentally, completely. The world seemed like a place I no longer belonged in, and in March of 1989, at just twenty years old, I made a decision to leave that darkness behind in the only way I thought possible. I kept my intentions hidden, afraid that if anyone saw the storm brewing inside me, they would try to stop me.
But something unexpected happened.
As I walked, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly realized I had gone in a completely different direction than I intended. Somehow, without thinking, my steps had carried me to a drug dealer’s house instead of home. He opened the door and greeted me — but something about him was off, almost rehearsed, almost urgent. “You came just in time,” he said. “We’re about to get high.”
I stepped inside.
What I saw in that living room froze me in place.
Three people sat on the couch, utterly still. They weren’t talking. They weren’t moving. They stared blankly into nothing, as if their minds had left their bodies behind. The air felt heavy, suffocating.
Then I saw him.
Seated across from them was a figure who did not seem bound to this world. He looked like the fusion of a bodybuilder and a biker — imposing, solid, unnervingly present. His jet-black hair fell to his waist. His eyes were dark and depthless. When he spoke, his voice was low and chilling, the kind of sound that crawls under your skin and lingers there.
I stopped breathing.
Terror didn’t just grip me — it flooded the entire room.
EYE NEED A MIRACLE
Snippet from chapter 36
I had just left this Jewish woman’s high-rise penthouse on Turtle Creek in Uptown Dallas. I turned on the worship music like I normally play in the background, and I was in my van driving to my friend’s business in Duncanville. With no warning like He has always done in my various encounters with Him He just showed up unannounced. I was suddenly shaking and crying and the GLORY of God filled the van.
What happened next was really important because I have never had a visual encounter with God face to face, but this was different than my other encounters. A 3D face of Jesus appeared out over the hood of the van, and He was laughing with a deep belly laugh so that his head was tilted back like He was going to fall out of His chair. I never saw His eyes. Normally when I dream it's in color, but this vision of Him was black and white. Then he spoke to me and said, “I AM AN EXTRAVAGANT GIVER.” Then from the Old Testament to the new He started showing me instances of scripture where He was limitless in His giving. Limitless provision, limitless wealth, limitless protection, limitless healing, limitless love. The joy in Him was deeply felt. Then I could feel something grab my ribs, which is a spot where I am ticklish, and I burst out in laughter and could not stop even though I tried. I was laughing and crying at the same time. I don’t know how I was experiencing all of this while driving, but I remember pulling up to my friend Dean’s place of business and I looked at my face in the rear-view mirror and it was shining.
I have to say that I have felt the presence of God many times, but this time was different than all the others. I don’t believe it was His presence, it had to be His GLORY, because you can barely control yourself while you are in it. I hustled inside my friend’s place, turning my face away from his receptionist, who was on the phone and as I brisked past her to his office, I stuck my head into his office, without saying anything and I motioned for him to follow me. Then I quickly headed for the main door to go outside. I could hear his fast pace coming up behind me and then I heard him gasp and in a serious tone he said, “Why is the presence of God with you.” I reached for the door and turned around and said, “I don’t know.” This particular friend of mine is very sensitive to the Holy Spirit, so he went back inside to a couch by his office and laid down crying and speaking in tongues and said to his secretary, “shut it down for the day.”
Continued...
After that time, I would put people in the van and turn the worship music on and the glory would fill the cabin of the van. Whatever that individual needed to happen would happen, like deliverance, healing and even salvation to an unbeliever. One guy stopped a divorce, which was about to happen a couple days later. One of my friends was on a jobsite and I rolled up to go do some work and as he walked up to the car, he felt God and I told him to jump in and God healed his back, so he took his back brace off.
A friend of mine who drives a taxi brought an unsaved guy to me and I asked him if he wanted to meet God and he said yes so, I drove him down to the lake and turned the worship music on and the GLORY filled the cabin of the van. He was in sheer terror experiencing the glory of God for the first time. He started wailing and quickly yelling out, “What do I do to be saved, what do I need to do to be saved?”
To which I said, “You’re doing it now. You’re meeting God himself. Ask Him into your heart, receive his blood sacrifice for your sins and always return to this place of prayer and communion. Never stay away from it no matter what's happening in your life.” The way that man cried out also let me know it was not the presence of God, because I have seen many unbelievers over the years come into the presence in a service and they never reacted like this, with the holiness of God wrapping around them like a blanket. He was undone and all he could do was cry and scream for mercy. Experiencing this was a far more intense feeling than the presence because there was a level of indescribable holiness in it, and even a Chrstian like myself felt unsaved in this glorious state. Thankfully the unworthiness didn't last long or I would have run from it.
This encounter lasted 6 months and then it waned. I believe it was a foretaste of what is coming to the earth through individuals whose lives are positioned and being prepared to facilitate His GLORY.