Burning Bush in a Trailer Park

The Prodigal Who Never Left

I knew this older guy—he was my friend’s mom’s neighbor or boyfriend, I think—and everyone in that neighborhood, or trailer park I should say, was on psychiatric pills. I’m embarrassed to name the trailer park because a famous movie was filmed there once, lol, which I declined to be in because I hated rap music and, as a Christian, felt it was a sin for me to appear in secular movies.

So this guy I’m talking about told me the reason he was on the pills was because his TV and radio started talking to him one day. I laughed and said, “What do you mean? That’s what radios and TVs are meant to do.” He said, “No, they talked to me.” I said, “Ohh, lol.” But let’s be real, it’s not that weird. It’s probably not something I’d bring up at a dinner table full of normies, but I mean, Moses talked to God through a burning bush, and Moses was just a man whose legacy outlived Zeus.

There’s a point to this, which I’ll get to later. I’ve had a connection to the Hebrew God for a long time, like He talks to me, and I talk back, and He tells me the future—which always comes true. I understand that hearing the Creator of the universe sounds like psychosis to many in this age and culture, and had it not been beaten into me so much that I was crazy, I would have been concerned during the 11 years of recent silence from God. I looked at it as proof that I’m sane. Also, God performed enough miracles for me that I wasn’t even looking for a sign; the memory of His voice and the experiences were all I needed to keep believing. However, toward the end of the 11th year, reality set in, and I started to get a little nervous, because the last time God spoke to me before those 11 years, I dropped the ball. God gave me one rule—just one—and like Samson, I couldn’t even keep it. As a result of breaking the personal covenant God made with me, I lost everything I’d worked so hard for almost overnight, just as He said I would if I disobeyed Him. I’ll tell you this, though: in all those 11 years of silence, I never did that thing He told me not to do again, lol. In fact, I was tested on it, and there was no thought in my mind to disobey God. So far, compared to the stories of others in the Bible in similar situations, God has been very gracious toward me.

So, I’d say over a month ago maybe, God spoke to me, and it scared me because it wasn’t a “Jeremiah, I have plans to prosper you” kind of thing, lol. God said He was going to raise up an old enemy against me. I thought about who this person might be, since I don’t have any enemies that I’m aware of—lots of frenemies, but I don’t believe I have any actual enemies. Then, about a week or two in, I had a dream about an old friend who came back into my life. In the dream, the day before we hung out, it took place in Israel. It basically ended with me going my own path, telling the Israeli to get behind me. In real life, the friend kept begging me to go to his Orthodox Church, which I was all for; he was just very pushy, and I don’t have a lot of time to drive around and shoot the breeze anymore. I live a very disciplined life, and I don’t like to go to unfamiliar places, but as a Christian, I always try to support converts, especially friends, even if they are overly zealous and have a pattern of changing their religion every five minutes.

I’d say maybe a week before I finally met up with him, God spoke to me again—a second time through the TV—and said, “Don’t anoint your head with oil.” So, putting those two messages together—“I’m going to raise up an old enemy against you” and “don’t anoint your head with oil”—scary stuff. But there are so many scriptures that could shed light on what it all means.

I asked the priest, “Let’s say there was a guy who heard God’s voice,” and the priest shut me down pretty much immediately and said, “That’s a demon.” I laughed because at least he didn’t say I was crazy, lol. Soon after, the priests were talking about the christening. I had no idea about the holiday because I’m not Orthodox. That friend and my son saw that I prophesied about the oil thing, and it’s not the first time that friend has heard another religion say I have a jinn or a demon because I have a tendency to appear in places while people are talking about me.

My friend that night went back to Islam, and not gonna lie, I was really hurt. By the way, that thing God told me not to do 11 years ago—the thing I got disciplined for—was to not blaspheme God’s name on social media. When my friend converted to Islam many years ago, I never took the shahada because I had seen Jesus for real, and despite the beautiful brotherhood they had, I knew better than to deny Jesus as God. In fact, being bold about Jesus being God is what won me favor with God in the first place. It’s too hard for me to explain all the details in writing—even how being bold about my belief in Jesus being God got me a sponsorship to China through DARPA—and how that story correlates with this one and how it’s not the first time I was scared that I’d gone too far in displeasing God.

I think it’s clear that in a world of Jeffrey Epsteins, churches loving money, supporting genocides in Israel, and a global culture that worships celebrities and people who abandon the faith and no longer believe the Bible—I guess by those standards, I’m doing pretty well righteously, lol. But I think the bigger message in all of this is God’s grace. Even if my friend rejects Christ two times over, God is merciful enough to always take us back. There is nothing that can separate us from His love, as long as the person eventually comes back and repents. Because think about it: how could he know? He didn’t see Jesus like I did. I’m so “crazy” that there’s nothing that can remove Christ from me; I’ve seen too much. I know that God is always right and that I’m always wrong. We’re all terrible people, and only God is good. But this also confirmed the opposite of what I feared at the end of those 11 years of silence—that God still loves me despite my disobedience. Hearing His voice and all those years of fellowship kept me grounded, and those visions and experiences were real to me—real enough that I never blasphemed His name again.

I hated this song when it came out, but it’s very reliable now that I’m older.

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