Day 14.

There now began in me a huge spiritual struggle because I no longer had intangible ideas and philosophies to grapple with, but I had solid concrete proofs and that required making a decision as to what I would do with all the evidence before me. You can’t prove that Buddha, Krishna, Ba’hola or any other of these famous people are anything more than men and that they are dead and buried, but now I was shown that we can prove that Jesus was who He claimed to be and that He rose from the dead. The evidence for Jesus being who he claimed to be is insurmountable. We can prove that the Bible is the word of God and that there is solid ground for not only accepting its authenticity but for also having confidence that God inspired its authorship. At this point I would encourage you, the reader, to enroll in my devotional series that I have just developed called “Evidences.” Here you will find all the evidence that I have put together over the years that can put your faith in God on completely solid ground.

I had prayed four years earlier, to a God I wasn’t sure existed, that He would reveal Himself to me. While He had been doing that in the silence, He was now doing it in a more powerful way and I was blown away! When I was shown how the Prophet Daniel had been given a dream/vision interpretation that covered the whole history of the world until our day I was excited. (See the ‘Evidences’ SMS for this.)

On one dramatic day, that I still remember well, I was down on the “flat paddock” beside the Northern Wiaroa river trying to start the bore pump that sent water to a reservoir on top of “Pa hill” (This was a historic Moarie fortress hill on the property.) From here the whole farm was watered. This day the pump wouldn’t start and I got madder and madder. I pulled the rope until I was silly. I fiddled with the carburetor, checked it for water and everything else I could think of. I got so mad with that thing that I was ready to pick it up and drop it in the River. I was cursing and swearing, and soon I was yelling obscenities at God for the struggle going on in me was now spilling over into my verbiage. I was standing at the head of two roads deciding which I would travel. The decision I made was going to affect the rest of my life, which ever road I took. I had just learned what the Bible teaches about life after death. As I abused God I can still distinctly remember yelling(cursing) at the extremity of my vocals “So what the **beep beep beep****** if I die so I will be dead for eternity and I wont know any different so what does it matter I wont know the difference!” My anger for the machinery had now become my struggle to accept what God had confronted me with.

I walked out of that paddock a born again believer. Through my cursing and obscenities God had heard the cry of my empty soul and He reached out and filled it with His spirit. I had chosen to walk His path. I left Auntie Margaret’s farm not long after that. Doug and Margaret and the others didn’t know the decision I had made because I decided to sit on it a while and see where it took me. I moved on to another two-week fill in job at a place called Cambridge. Those two weeks became, by God’s design, 2 months