Author : Dr Joseph Edward Anderson Jr
Publisher : CreateSpace
ISBN 13 : 9781451533989
Total Pages : 236 pages
Book Rating : 4.5/5 (339 download)
Book Synopsis From Punk to Worldwide Pastor Miracle Worker and Healer by : Dr Joseph Edward Anderson Jr
Download or read book From Punk to Worldwide Pastor Miracle Worker and Healer written by Dr Joseph Edward Anderson Jr and published by CreateSpace. This book was released on 2011-05 with total page 236 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: A story about a man who lives in the presence of God and brings that presence to others. As I talked, I felt death cover my body. I felt cold, clammy, and my skin began to turn gray. I knew that I was going to visit God. So I asked Him one more time to please tell my parents that I love them, that I forgive them, and to please ask them if they would forgive me.My bed was by the window and I lay down and tried to relax, but I could not calm down. It was difficult to breath. I paced the floor like a caged animal. I needed some fresh air but I was afraid to go outside. I knew the police were out there, so I climbed onto my bed, opened the shutters, and stuck my head out the window. My mustache and hair got singed. Large flames poured out of the hotel windows and rolled up the side of the exterior wall. Around two hundred firemen, police officers, and spectators stood on the pavement and watched. Under my window, the firemen held what looked to be a large round canvas with a red bull's-eye in the middle. The firemen yelled at me to jump onto the canvas. They said that if I didn't jump that I would surly burn to death. I climbed onto the windowsill. Tongues of fire leapt all around me. I yelled to the firemen that on the count of three I would jump. I looked directly into the bull's eye and counted, “One!” “One!” The people cheered. “Two!” I yelled. “Two!” The people cheered. Then I yelled with all my strength as I prepared to jump, “THREE!” Two hundred plus people, regular citizens, firemen, police and paramedics yelled, “THREE” I was ready to jump but at the moment I was about to push off, I heard a distant scream from my right, “Joey, help!” It was a woman's voice and I stopped because only close family called me Joey. The screams became more urgent, “Joey, help! Joey, help!” I looked to my right and saw a young lady with long golden curly blond hair just like my sister Terri, in a silk non-revealing transparent gold nighty leaning out of a window, four rooms to the right. Fire from inside her room danced all around her and leaped into the air. She had no choice, either jump or burn. We caught eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I told her to jump first and commanded the firemen to place the canvas in front of her window. “No, you need to jump first,” the fire chief said. "I am from the South and it would be disrespectful to save my life before saving that ladies life first!" I said. The chief argued with me about who was to jump first. It seemed a little fishy to me that he argued with me in such a desperate situation. Then I realized that the fire chief was the same guy as the SWAT guy that shot up Larry's room earlier. That stunned me but the lady definitely needed help before me. I screamed to the chief that I wasn't going first. He yielded and told the men to bring the canvas over to the lady. She jumped safely onto the canvas and the people cheered and applauded. By now a few hundred people stood on the pavement with the firemen, police, and paramedics. The firemen called out to me, "Jump." "Jump, jump, jump!" the crowd chanted. “I'll jump on the count of three!” I yelled out. They already knew the routine. “One!” I yelled. “One!” the people chanted. “Two!” I yelled “Two!” The crowd chanted. “Three!” I yelled. The people applauded and chanted, “Three!” With a hero's confidence and a star's charisma, I stood in the windowsill and prepared to jump. I let go of the windowsill and pushed off with my legs. As I was in the air Time Stopped Still, the parking lot, fire trucks, police cars, ambulances, and crowd of hundreds moved side to side like a pendulum. An invisible hand hit me square in the chest and thrust me back through the window and onto my bed! In a panic, I ran out of the room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom shut the door and locked it. I turned the shower on and fell asleep.
