Heaven

Heaven
By
Christopher Roberts
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Copyright © 2013 Christopher Roberts
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About This Book
You cannot imagine how difficult it is for a Christian, like me, to write a book about visiting
heaven. Because we are surrounded by so many voices proclaiming the need to be careful, concerning
false prophets and false doctrines, it is hard to share something, which is completely out of the
ordinary.
Paul himself said, in Galatians 1:8 NKJV, "But even if we, or an angel from heaven, preach
any other gospel to you than what we have preached to you, let him be accursed." I can tell you that,
although I have an unusual testimony, God saved me from my sins, when I gave my heart to Jesus one
Sunday evening, just before my eighteenth birthday, way back in the Summer of 1974.
Because I was so concerned that no one would ever believe my story about going to heaven, I kept
it all to myself for many years. It was only when I became an after dinner speaker, that I plucked up
the courage to share what had happened to me, so many years earlier. But, I cannot deny what
happened to me, even though it has taken a generation to write a book about my experiences. I fear
God so much, that I would not dare lie about such an experience, because I would not want to say
something that I would have to retract, once we reach heaven.
I have divided this book into short chapters about the various encounters, which I have had with
God, and his holy angels. I start with a short explanation about my life before I became a Christian,
followed by a description of my first visit to heaven. This is then followed with an account concerning
how God supernaturally led me by his Holy Spirit, and how he sent an angel to rescue me from the
middle of nowhere, on a cold winter's night. Finally, I share with you events surrounding my second
visit to heaven, followed by guidance for those who might want to become a Christian, after reading
this book.
I pray that you will be encouraged as you enjoy reading what God has done for me since I became a
Christian.

Contents
Chapter One: Life Before Christ
Chapter Two: Visiting Heaven I
Chapter Three: Supernatural Guidance
Chapter Four: Rescued By An Angel
Chapter Five: Miraculous Encounters
Chapter Six: Visiting Heaven II
Appendix A: How To Become A Christian
Appendix B: More Books By The Author

"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many
mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and
prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may
be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know."
John 14:1-4 KJV

Chapter One
Life Before Christ
Early Days
I was raised in a town called Rotherham, which is in South Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom.
Before becoming a Christian in 1974, I had led a very settled life as part of a Roman Catholic family,
which included church every week, along with attending a Catholic School. My brother and I were
very adventurous, as children; getting ourselves into trouble was the order of the day.
I remember one particular occasion, when my parents let me and my brother play in the
garage, wearing our new sweaters; we were around the age of four and five at the time. Mother noticed
that things had suddenly gone quiet, so she checked the garage to make certain that we were okay. Not
only had my brother and I painted the garage, with the pots of paint we had discovered in there, but we
had also painted each other from top to toe. Ruined were our new sweaters, along with the rest of our
clothes.
On another occasion, my mother had taken my brother and I to an outdoor market, where she could
obtain the vegetables needed, as part of the evening meal. She had only turned her back on us for one
moment, when a commotion erupted in the market. When she turned around to see what was taking
place, she discovered both my brother and I were rolling oranges down an incline, as if we were
practicing for the England Cricket Team. A woman turned to my mother and said:
"How disgraceful it is to see children, whose parents appear to have no control over them."
"I totally agree with you," my mother commented, "If I were their mother, I would certainly
discipline them both." Mother pretended that she did not know who my brother and I were.
I was not much older than five or six years of age, when I had my first encounter with God; not that
I appreciated what was taking place at the time. I was in the junior play ground at school, when I

remember glancing up towards heaven. High in the sky, I could see a vision of God, with Jesus sat on
his right hand side, and the Holy Spirit sat on his left. So profound was this experience, that even at
the age of six, I determined within myself that I would make certain I would remain a good little boy.
This I did, right up until I entered sixth form college, where I endeavored to always do what was right,
even though I was not a Christian at the time.
Some years after witnessing this vision, I started to experience the presence of God coming on me
at night, when I was in my bed. I could literally feel God's power resting upon me, and I would day
dream of living in a beautiful home, at some point in the future. Although I was not fully aware
concerning what was happening to me, I do believe God was showing me that he had gone away to
prepare a place for me in heaven; a place that one day I would occupy (John 14:2). However, because I
had never been allowed to read the bible, I had not read the scripture about Jesus going away and
preparing a place for me.
But God, by the power of the Holy Spirit, has a way of communicating information to us. This can
happen from an early age in life, and even when we may not fully understand the implications of what
God is trying to reveal to us. I did not realize it at the time, but I needed God's power to help me get
through my school days.
This was because times were tough for me, particularly when I had moved on to a Catholic
High School. The other pupils at school bullied me, simply because I was a good kid. God must have
known what would take place in my future, which is why he made his power known to me at the time;
and even though I had not yet given my life to Christ. God's power was able to sustain me through
those trying years in school.
Not long before leaving high school, to attend my local sixth form college, I came across a nun
called Sister Mary-Oliver. She was one of my teachers; someone who looked out for me. She
approached me, one lunch time break, with a small bible she kept under her cassock. She told me that
she was not allowed to share the bible with pupils.
However, God had put it on her heart to tell me why Jesus had died on the Cross. Sadly, at the
time, what she told me went in one ear and out of the other ear. But I was grateful for her kindness.

Looking back now, I am certain that God was reaching out to me. However, at that point in my life,
her words had no impact upon me.
I left high school to attend a sixth form college, at Mexborough Grammar School. And that's when
all my good behavior came to an end. I felt as if I had been released from chains, and now it was time
for me to have an adventure. I started going to night clubs with my friends, and I just had one wail of a
time, meeting girls, and drinking, etc. But this did not do me a lot of good. I soon discovered that,
although I enjoyed socializing, the drink did not agree with me.
I got a little down, during this period of my life, and although I have never suffered from
depression, I did feel that something was missing from my life. I remember one day, looking up at the
ceiling in my bathroom, and testing God. I said, "If you exist, then prove yourself to me." Little did I
know that God was putting a plan into action that would draw me into his fold. My time at sixth form
college came to an end, and I found a job almost straight away, in the city of Sheffield.
A Divine Appointment
My journey to the Cross of Jesus began about a year before I became a Christian, at the age of
seventeen. I had completed my high school education, and commenced my working life at Firth
Browns, in the Summer of 1973. Firth Browns was the largest private steel company in England, based
in Sheffield. It was here that I joined the Forge Department General Office, as an 'office boy'; a term
that was used before things became a little more politically correct. I was paid £ 11.56 pence a week,
which I was told was half the salary of an adult, and the same salary as a woman. I was also told that I
would get the same pay as an adult, when I reached the age of twenty-one.
The department I worked for specialized in forging components for the North Sea oil rigs. They
also produced huge steel rolls for the news paper industry in Cincinnati, Ohio, along with products for
Canada, and various countries around the world. As part of my training, I was introduced to the
Cartography Department. Here, I was taught to convert blue prints into workable drawings, in
readiness for the forging process of these products.
Firth Browns sent me to college for one day a week, in my home town of Rotherham. The college

was called Rotherham College of Arts and Technology. It was here that I was trained in readiness for
management, later in my working life. My boss, Mr. Garner, had a soft spot for me, and he thought
that I would go far in life. This was especially so, when I was cheeky enough to tell him that I wanted
his job, as soon as he had retired, and after he had quizzed me about my aspirations in life.
Soon, after settling into college, I met another member of staff from Firth Browns, a person called
John Keen, who worked in the Light Machine Shop's General Office. Like me, John had been sent to
college for one day a week. I noticed that John had a badge on his lapel, which read 'Jesus Saves'.
Other students in class told me that John was a Christian, and that I should steer well clear of him,
which I did for the time being. I was puzzled by the fact that John claimed to be a Christian, someone
who was different from the rest of us. I had led quite a sheltered life as a Catholic, so I presumed that
people were either Catholic, or they were non-believers.
I had no idea that anyone could be a Christian outside of Catholicism. I had been raised a Catholic,
and I had always attended mass. I became an altar boy, with aspirations of possibly joining the
priesthood. Therefore, anyone who suggested that they had a different religion to that which I was
accustomed to, appeared strange to me. And with this misguided concept, I expected John to live like
a monk, and not to be normal like the rest of my college friends. I made many friends in that
particular class; we all got on exceptionally well together.
For about a month, I had little contact with John, until I started to come across him again at work.
One of my responsibilities, as an office boy, was to take internal mail to the other departments around
Firth Browns. Remember, these were the days before the Internet came into being, so snail mail was
the order of the day. It would take me about forty-five minutes to deliver and collect mail from around
this vast organization.
This meant that I had to visit John's department. At first, I did not engage John in
conversation, because I thought that this would not look cool in front of other people. Firth Browns
employed a lot of staff around my age, and we often socialized together. Because I wanted to fit in,
and be the coolest dude there, I was careful not to hang out with what I considered 'strange people.'
So, because John appeared strange to me, I left him out of my close circle of friends.

One day, my boss sent for me. He told me that Firth Browns regarded me as special, and that I had
potential. My boss was a bit of a joker, so he knew how to get on the good side of me.
"I am sending you on a special internal training course, set up by the Human Resources
Department," he said.
Firth Browns had decided to bring together those who had potential, and provide them with
additional training, and to gauge their aptitude for management, later down the line. This training
course would take place every day for six weeks, in one of the training rooms, over at Human
Resources. I was excused from my duties in the Forge Department for one month, and until I had
completed the training course.
I attended the training course on the first Monday of the week around October time, during my first
year at Firth Browns; I arrived nice and early. I noticed that there were desks set out in a semi-circle
in the middle of the room, with the trainer's desk located at the front of the class. I was surprised to
discover that there were only six students attending the training course, from across the various
departments of the company. I studied the names on the desks, and recognized John Keen's name was
located right next to mine, which meant that I would be sitting next to him for six weeks.
"This is not cool," I said to myself, as I proceeded to change the names of the seating order of
the students on the desks. I moved John's name plate to the end table, as far away from me as possible.
Soon, other students began to join me in the training room, along with John Keen, who had a big smile
on his face.
We all acquainted ourselves with one another, and rejoiced in the fact that we had been
picked out especially to attend this training course. It was probably a fact that training courses were
taking place all year long, for different members of staff across Firth Browns. Therefore, we were
probably not as special as we supposed; not that anyone offered up such an explanation concerning
why we were attending this particular training course at the time.
After about ten minutes, the course tutor turned up, and introduced himself to the rest of the class.
As we sat down, he asked us all to verify who we were. He then said, "Who has changed my seating
plan?" I kept my mouth shut! If I revealed that it was me who had changed the seating plan, then my

motives about why I had made such changes might become apparent to John. I did not want to give
him any unnecessary ammunition, just in case he had any plans to convert me to whatever he believed
in.
The course trainer proceeded to move everyone back to where they were supposed to be
sitting, in accordance with his desk plan. This meant that John and I would be seated together for the
whole of the training course, and I would not look cool in front of the rest of my new friends. After all,
I wanted them to perceive me as being super-cool. Having John Keen sat at the side of me might
scupper my current objective in life, which was to appear acceptable in front of everyone else.
Around the second week of the training course, the tutor turned up one day with a cake in his hand.
He told everyone in class that he was celebrating his second birthday. I was puzzled concerning his
reason for having another birthday. He said that not only had he been born once, but that he had been
born again, on a different day to his original birthday.
He then proceeded to tell the class that he was a Christian, and that he wanted to share the
occasion with every one of us. I was starting to become surrounded by Christians. Looking back at this
event, I think that God was trying to speak to me, not that it had much impact upon me at the time.
After spending a few weeks on the training course, John began to stand out in class as someone
who was anything but strange. Although John was not someone who liked to be the centre of attention,
he was very popular with the rest of the class. He talked about his training regime, where he
demonstrated to everyone how good he was at pushups. He came across as a very friendly person, and
he was in fact easy to get along with. To be frank, he did not have a cruel bone in his body, and he
began to impress me as a person who was a lot cooler than me.
And at no time did this cause jealousy in me, which can often be the case among a gathering of
young people, who were all attempting to be as cool as each other. But John did not care about trying
to be cool, or trying to fit in with anyone else. He was just a naturally cool guy, who was beginning to
win me over. At this stage, I began to talk to John, especially due to the fact that everyone in class
went for lunch together. John and I remarked about how interesting it was that we both attended
college together, on the same day of the week, and that we attended the same class, and now we were

on the same training course. Coincidence or what?
During this time, when I was starting to get to know John, a new leisure centre opened in
Rotherham. Rotherham was an area of South Yorkshire, where John and I both came from. John
invited folks from class to join the leisure centre with him. The fact that the leisure centre had a new
pool, with a wave machine, got people's attention; so a few of us took John up on his offer. One night,
we went along and enjoyed ourselves at the Rotherham Leisure Centre. More and more I warmed to
John, but there was one thing that puzzled me!
I wondered when John was he going to tell me about what he believed in. John was not afraid to
share the gospel, simply because he wore a badge displaying his beliefs to anyone he met. So, it was
puzzling to discover that at no point did John try and convert me to Christianity. I did discover, after I
had become a Christian, that John had been praying for me to come to the Lord. He obviously had a
plan to see me converted, at some point in time. However, rather than John attempting to convert me,
he obviously left things in God's hands.
As the year rolled on, and the training course ended, I discovered that John and I had a lot in
common. We shared the same interest in girls, movies, fitness, and the like. But one day, things began
to change for me. As part of my responsibilities, as an office boy, I had to go and get sandwiches for
the rest of my department, so that they could have their lunches. Likewise, John did a similar thing,
and filled the lunch order for the rest of his department too.
This meant that we would often cross each other's paths at the same sandwich shop. One day,
as I was returning to my office with the lunch order, I came across John on my travels. We stopped for
a chat, as usual, and then I made my way back to the office. As he was leaving me, I suddenly became
aware that there was something alive on the inside of John. It was something indefinable, something
that stood out like a sore thumb, and something that made him different to anyone else I had ever met.
At the time, I did not know what this unknown quantity was on the inside of John. However, after I
came to Christ, I realized that it was God the Holy Spirit who was evident within his life. I continued
to walk back to the office, and contemplated what I had just witnessed emanating from John. I said to
myself that I did not know what it was that John had, but I wanted it.

He had a kind of peace, a kind of presence, which was so evident in his life. John did not need
to preach a word to me, because his life spoke volumes; a living epistle seen and read of all men
everywhere (cf 2 Corinthians 3:1-3). All that I knew was, whatever John had, I did not have, and I
wanted it; no question about it.
Let's Get Serious
Around Easter time of 1974, and not long before my eighteenth birthday, John phoned me at home
and invited me to come to the Easter Convention at his church. John attended an Assemblies of God
Church in Rotherham. Strangely enough, I had no interest or desire to attend to his church, even
though I was aware that he had something I wanted, and something that I did not have. I had not
equated what I saw in John as relating to Christianity. John persisted in asking me to come to the
convention. I told John that I was willing to come to the Easter Convention, if some of my friends
would come along with me.
I never considered, for a moment, that any of my friends would want to go to church on a Saturday
afternoon. But, low and behold, they did want to come with me. Therefore, I could not get out of going
to church with John. Not for one moment did I enjoy the service that he invited me to attend. It was
loud, and resembled nothing like the Catholic church I was accustomed to. I had never heard people
praying out aloud before, and the whole service just came across as rather strange to me. It was so far
removed from anything that I had experienced before, that I could not relate to what was taking place
around me.
After the service, I enjoyed meeting and talking with other Christians. There was also a free meal,
which the church had provided for everyone who had attended the convention. However, I had made
up my mind that church was just not for me. After the convention was over, we all walked towards the
town centre of Rotherham.
John introduced me to the concept of the open air meeting, which was taking place that same
evening. This was where people would share the gospel, out in the open, to anyone who wanted to
listen. I found this concept of the open air gospel meeting quite fascinating. While I was stood

listening to the speaker, I met a girl called Brenda, who was also new to the church. Instantly, we hit it
off, and we started dating each other.
Although I had no interest in attending the church, because of the type of services that were taking
place there, I was interested in going along to meet up with Brenda. I attended every meeting, which
included the mid-week prayer meeting, the bible study, and two meetings on Sundays. I started to
enjoy these services, even though they were not necessarily my cup of tea.
I remember meeting the pastor, Paul Mercy, who would come down from the pulpit after the
meeting, and witness to me. When I first met Paul, I addressed him as Father Mercy, because I
presumed that he was just like a Roman Catholic priest. He soon put me straight about that, so I called
him Paul.
What was surprising about my experience of Paul Mercy, was that he would pray with me after
every meeting, even though I was not a Christian. I did not give this much thought at the time, because
I found that his prayers were comforting. However, when I became a Christian, I discovered that some
Christians do not necessarily pray with non-Christians in the same way, just in case they might offend
them. Yes they pray for other people, but they may not necessarily go up to non-Christians and lay
hands on them, and pray with them in such a manner.
But Paul was a bold minister of the gospel, who was a man full of faith and compassion for those
who, like me, were lost. And at the end of the service, when we eventually left to go home, Paul would
be standing at the entrance doors of the church to say good bye to everyone. Each week, Paul told me
that I would soon come to Christ. He did not for one minute doubt the fact that I would be changed,
and enter the kingdom of God. And he used to tell me this with such assurance.
He said that it was only a matter of time before I came through for Christ. And I am certain
that Paul was not just concentrating on me. This was just the kind of man Paul was. As I said above, he
was a man full of faith, and a man who trusted that God would bring a vile sinner like me into His
kingdom. Many years after my conversion, Paul told me that about one hundred and fifty people came
to the Lord, during this period, at the church in Rotherham.
As I continued to attend this church, I began to have a lot of questions about Christianity,

specifically concerning the concept of being born again. Some of the young people at church tried to
explain to me that just because I was a Catholic, this did not mean that I was born again. They told me
that I needed to be born again, to enter the kingdom of God. But this was such a hard concept for me to
grasp; I just could not get my head around it.
I believed that I was a catholic, therefore I was automatically born again, and that was that.
This debate with the young people, about being born again, went on for a few weeks, where I could
never proceed forward on figuring out the term 'Born Again'. I just did not understand this concept,
and I did not understand how it might affect my life.
One day, John gave me a book to read about the life story of a New York gang member; a man
called Nicky Cruz (Bridge-Logos, December 1, 1988). As I read this book, I gained a clear understand
about what it meant to be born again. And what made the difference was the fact that the nature of
Nicky Cruz changed for the better, after he had given his life to Christ, compared to the person he was
before he got saved.
It was the difference between darkness and light. And, that difference came about when Nicky
was born again. It doesn't matter if we are religious, or what denomination we belong to. What makes
the difference is whether or not we are born again, and whether or not we have accepted that Jesus
Christ is the only way into the Kingdom of God.
I read this book in the space of one weekend. And as I got to the end of the book, I knew that I
knew that I wanted what Nicky Cruz had. I wanted this life-changing experience that he had gone
through. I wanted what John Keen, Paul Mercy and the rest of the young people had, and that was to be
born again. Nothing else mattered to me at this point in my life. I wasn't a person who had problems.
I wasn't in need, I was probably quite spoilt in life, and had everything I needed. So it was not
as if I was troubled in some way, or that I needed a crutch to lean on. I was just your ordinary
everyday youth of 1974, who enjoyed life, enjoyed socializing, and enjoyed my job. I had no problems
whatsoever in life. So, it was not as if I was coming to Christ out of a sense of need, although we all
have needs in one way or another. I was just your average Joe, who loved life. But when I read the life
story of Nick Cruz, I knew what I wanted.

Nothing actually changed for me straight away. And, I did not go running out to the front of the
church to give my heart to the Lord, just because I had read a book. I was not that kind of person, who
did things mechanically. Therefore, I would need an internal reason concerning why I should give my
heart to the Lord, which would not be based on any externals, such as reading the life story of Nicky
Cruz. However, after about nine weeks, things began to change for me.
I was attending the Thursday night bible study at church. All of a sudden, probably half way
through the service, I felt my heart beating within my chest. I had never experienced anything like this
before in my life. I was a healthy young teenager, just before my eighteenth birthday; so I did not
suffer from anxiety attacks, palpitations, or any other medical condition. But my heart beat so loudly
within me, that I thought the other church members would hear it. I knew then that God was calling
me to give my heart to Jesus, there was no doubt about it in my mind.
However, I suddenly came up with what I thought was a good idea. "Why should I give my
heart to the Lord on my own, when I have a boat load of friends, who had been coming to church with
me, and who needed Christ just as much as I did." Therefore, I decided that I would not give my heart
to the Lord there and then. I determined that I would also get my friends to give their hearts to the
Lord, at the following Sunday evening meeting.
So, I met up with my friends, and told them about my plan for the Sunday evening service. I told
them that if I was going to the front of the church to give my heart to the Lord, then so were they.
Please remember that I was very bossy in my teens and early twenties; a characteristic I have more or
less grown out of now. Without further delay, the alter call came at the end of the Sunday evening
service. So, my friends and I went to the front of the church, and gave our hearts to the Lord. As the
meeting ended, we were all taken into separate rooms to receive follow up counseling, after coming to
the front of the church.
My counselor was a man called Vincent Allsopp, who talked to me about my decision to come
forward, after the appeal had beengiven. Vincent led me in the sinner ’ s prayer, as I gave my heart to
the Lord. He also gave me a copy of the bible. He told me to start reading the bible from John's gospel,
and to continue reading it though the New Testament, followed by reading the Old Testament section,

which I eventually did.
I had never been given a bible before, and I had certainly never read one, even though I had
been brought up a Catholic. However, my decision for Christ was only the start of the miraculous
events that would take place towards the end of the following week, and which we will come to in the
next chapter of this book.

Chapter Two
Visiting Heaven - Part I
Leaving Earth Behind
It was a Friday evening in the Summer of June 1974, five days after I had given my heart to Jesus
on the previous Sunday, and just a few days before my eighteenth birthday. I was in my house, when I
realized that I had not yet spent time alone with God in prayer. So I went to my bedroom, where I was
planning to get down on my knees, and pray to God. As I got to my bedroom, I sat on the bed, with the
thought of getting on my knees, when I began to feel very nervous. It felt as if there were hundreds of
people in my bedroom, just waiting for me to make personal contact with God.
Although I never thought about it at the time, the scripture in Hebrews 12:1 NIV was applicable,
'Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that
hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for
us.' As I sat on my bed, it took me quite a long time to pluck up the courage to get down on my knees
before God.
For some reason, I felt very self-conscious. You have to remember that I had never prayed on
my own, before coming to the Lord. Eventually, I plucked up the courage to get down on at least one
of my knees, with the intention to eventually getting down on both knees. After a little while longer, I
eventually got down on both my knees. I was suddenly aware, in my spirit, that there was a veil
standing between me and God; a veil which I needed to break through in prayer.
I perceived that God was somehow on the other side of that veil. Eventually, I prayed the following
words to God, "Father, I just want to break through to you ." Instantly, I was aware that the roof of my
house had opened above me, and I started to rise up off the floor, and into the sky. As far as I was
concerned, it was my physical body rising off the ground, rather than just my spirit leaving my body.

We know that scripture provides evidence concerning people who were physically taken into
heaven, such as Elijah (2 Kings 2:10). Although I have held debates with people concerning this, I am
happy to concede that God could have taken just my spirit into heaven. However, the experience was
so real, that it was as if my body was actually leaving earth.
Paul the apostle states that even he did not know whether he went into heaven physically, or in his
spirit (2 Corinthians 12:2). All that I can tell you is that I could not see my body below me in the
bedroom, as I looked down from above my house. Slowly, I rose above the earth, where I was able to
observe the dimly lit houses below me. Suddenly, I began to move at high speed above the earth.
The next minute, I was travelling in what appeared to be an elevator, although I could see
everything that was taking place around me. As I left earth's atmosphere, there was a sudden gear
change, and I began to travel at an incredible speed across the universe. I was travelling so fast, that
the light from the stars began to refract, and bend out of shape; a sign that I was moving at high speed.
I was conscious that I was being flung across to the far end of the universe.
Suddenly, I arrived on what I can only describe as the shore of heaven. However, I was not aware of
seeing an ocean, as I landed on the beach. I walked up the beach, and towards a man waiting for me,
who was called John. This man was about forty-two years of age. He was a very thin man, with short
black hair, and he was rather pale looking.
He was wearing a white garment to the floor, with a blue sash around his waist, and he was
also wearing sandals. Please remember that I had never read the bible before my visit to heaven. I had
started reading John's gospel, on the previous Sunday night, and by Friday I had only read up to
chapter 6. I had never read the book of Revelation. Therefore, I had not read any account concerning
how the saints of God dressed when they reached heaven (Revelation 19:14).
It was only when I eventually started to read the book of Revelation, that I recognized the
description of that which I had seen for myself in heaven. John, who was standing on the shore, came
across as a stern man. He did not smile very much, although I was aware that he had a peace about
him. John told me that he was my guide, and that he had been sent to show me around heaven. It is
important to tell you that not everyone had to speak to me in heaven.

The Holy Spirit was revealing what I needed to know while I was there. This was not apparent
to me at first, but the longer I stayed in heaven, the more I got used to hearing the voice of the Holy
Spirit. The Holy Spirit was not visible to me at this particular point in time; he operates in exactly the
same way as he does on earth. He communicates with our spirits directly. I am sure that he would be
visible in God's throne room, but in the parts of heaven that I visited, he was not.
It is also important to state that I could not read people's minds in heaven. I only understood what
they wanted me to know. Although this is a difficult concept to explain, it is a system of
communication that works well. Therefore, no matter what language we speak on earth, everyone can
communicate with each other in heaven, not by speaking, but by letting you know what they are
thinking.
Again, I could not probe someone's mind, but I could be the recipient of any information, or
instruction that they thought I needed to be aware of. I enjoyed this part of communication in heaven.
I also discovered that the Holy Spirit instantly answered any questions I had on my mind. As soon as I
thought of something, the Holy Spirit communicated information back to me. At first, I was not aware
that this was happening to me, but the longer I stayed in heaven, the more I got used to it.
The Fountain Of Life
As I stood on the shore of heaven with John, suddenly I saw a yellow sky in front of me, and a red
ground beneath me. You have heard it said, ' A red sky at night is a shepherd 's delight.' This was
similar to that, but the sky was yellow, and the earth was red, which stretched out into the far distance.
As I looked at this scene unfolding before me, I saw what looked like a fountain in the background.
But this fountain was different to anything that I had ever seen on earth before.
The fountain was composed of living rock. This is something that we do not have on earth,
and something that might sound rather strange, but I can assure you that it did not appear strange to
me. We have all heard of, or seen molten lava. Well, this was like that, except for the fact that the
liquid rock was cold. And yet, it flowed like a fountain. Obviously there are elements in heaven that
we know nothing about, but as I said above, it all looked quite natural to me. It was the most

fascinating sight I had ever seen in my life, and it filled me with wonder awe, and excitement.
As I gazed at this phenomenon taking place before me, I heard the sound of trumpets and a mighty
rushing waterfall, all mixed together, and playing at the same time. This sound emanated from my
right hand side. Again, this is not a sound that I had ever heard on earth before, but it was awesome. It
was a sound that began to fill heaven, and it filled me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet;
it was both powerful and overwhelming, all at the same time.
I just froze in my tracks, as I listened to this incredible permeating sound. By now, this sound
had completely occupied the atmosphere of heaven, and it occupied my thoughts like nothing I can
describe. Then, suddenly, I was whisked away to another part of heaven, leaving poor old John behind.
Having said that, although I did not really see John again, I was conscious that he was somewhere
in the background, making sure that I was heading in the right direction. And there was something
else, concerning the transport system in heaven. The longer I remained in heaven, the more I
discovered that the Holy Spirit was able to move me to any location within seconds. Therefore, I no
longer appeared to need John to specifically guide me around heaven, because I got used to the Holy
Spirit occupying this function.
I also suspected that God trusted me to find my way around heaven, with the help of the Holy
Spirit. Therefore, I did not need too much input from John, who had originally been sent to help me. I
noticed that there were corridors in heaven, with doors closely located next to each other. You only
needed to walk through a door to take you to one location, and another door to take you to a different
location. These locations were possibly thousands of miles apart. The purpose of these doors was to
save people from having to spend a long time trying to reach their intended destinations.
As I continued to enjoy the sound of the trumpet and waterfall playing at the same time, I was
suddenly transported before the angels in heaven. These angels were the ones who I could hear singing
in the background. But the sound was, as I stated above, the sound of trumpets mixed in with the
sound of a mighty waterfall, all playing together at the same time. These angels stood ten feet tall, and
were wearing beige colored garments that went all the way down to the floor.
These angels also appeared to be incredibly large and powerful. An interesting point about

these particular angels was that I could not determine their gender. They looked both male and female
to me at the same time. This is not to suggest that they were not male, because I never asked. I am
only describing what I saw, as these angels stood before me and sang. I cannot begin to describe to
you what it was like, standing there, and listening to these angels singing to me.
What was strange about these angels, was that they each held a massive hymn book made out of
stone, or possibly marble. These stone hymn books were huge, obviously they were made to match the
size of the angels, who were holding them. They sang from these hymn books, as I stood observing
them. These angels appeared to be middle aged to me. I have since heard that some angels, who have
appeared to people on earth, have looked very young.
However, these particular angels appeared to be older to me, and they were ancient, as were
their hymn books. I was under the impression that they may have been around since eternity past. I
was also aware that heaven reminded me of some of the homes I had visited in Paris France. In Paris,
people often mix old furniture with new furniture, and this was what it was like in heaven. Some
things appeared to be ancient, and some things were quite modern.
It is also worth mentioning that I felt the presence of God like nothing I could describe to you on
earth. It was absolutely marvelous, as the whole of heaven appeared to consist of God's presence. It is
very difficult to describe the feeling you get, when you are in heaven. There are no cares of any kind
whatsoever. However, all that I can tell you is that it is like nothing I had experienced before now.
You feel like you are in God's perfect will, exactly where God wants you to be. I did not feel out of
place, I just felt that I belonged there. I felt that heaven had been made for me, and I was as much at
home there as I was anywhere on earth.
Some people have asked me if I wanted to remain in heaven, or come back to earth during this
visit. The answer is, neither. I was content to remain in heaven, and I was content to return to earth. I
have heard of people, who have visited heaven, and who did not want to return to earth afterwards. But
I did not have this experience myself. I was content to be wherever it was God's purpose for me to be.
I know this sounds strange, but I can only relay to you how I honestly felt. I knew that it was not my
time to remain in heaven, and I was happy to return to earth at the appropriate time.

But this would not be my only visit to heaven, as you will discover later on in this book. People
have also asked me if I was aware of time in heaven. I can honestly tell you that I had no concept of
time in heaven, not that I am suggesting that there is no time in heaven, I just was not aware of it
during this particular visit. I also noticed that heaven was comfortable, with the temperature neither
being too hot, or too cold; it was just perfect. The light was perfect in heaven too, and you can see
everything very clearly, with no shadows getting in the way.
The room that I was in was pure white, and the walls and floors were made out of shiny marble, as I
continued to listen to the angels singing before me. There were twelve angels, standing in a circle in
front of me. Then suddenly, the Holy Spirit moved me into the centre of these angels, as I continued to
enjoy them singing to me.
The Holy Spirit revealed to me that these angels would always sing, when a person gave their
heart to the Lord. And now, they were singing for me, because I had also given my heart to the Lord.
Heaven gets very excited when just one person comes to God, through Jesus Christ; I cannot emphasis
this point too much.
I felt as if God had provided me with my own personal concert. But then, a strange thought came
across my mind, "What if one of these angels drops one of those big stone hymn books on my head?" I
know that this is a silly thought, because if anything did happen to me in heaven, then I was in the
right place. But I was a teenager, who had silly thoughts; thoughts which had not been taken away
from me, just because I was in heaven. It was as though God had allowed me to keep my humanity,
even though I was in heaven. And remember, I was only visiting heaven, I was not a permanent
member at this stage in my life.
I have often wondered if these angels are the same angels that look after me on earth. I am aware
that some Christians do not accept this viewpoint that God assigns angels to protect them. I have no
idea whether this happens are not, I never thought to ask God about such matters, when I was in
heaven, I just enjoyed my time there. When I look back at my visit to heaven, I have wondered why I
never bothered to ask any questions while I was there.
I don't think I asked one single question during the whole time of my visit. I was a new

Christian, so maybe there wasn't much to ask God about at that particular stage in my life. In truth, I
was so content to be in heaven that I didn't think to ask God about anything. I also suspect that when
we reach heaven, we won't have a lot of questions for God to answer. This might be because we will so
enjoy God's presence there, that the cares of this world will just pass us by.
The Desert
As I continued to enjoy listening to the angels singing to me, I moved away from them, and walked
through one of the doors, which I described to you earlier. I saw a large desert before me, and I
wandered into it. I was curious to discover that there was in fact a desert in heaven. Again, I have
heard people tell me that there won't be any dirt or dust in heaven, but this is not true. This particular
part of heaven looked just like a building site to me. There was, what looked like, sand on the ground,
and boulders everywhere.
The place was crowded with people walking around, and who were wearing similar white garments
I had see John, my guide, wearing earlier. I have never seen so many people in one place, it was
literally buzzing with activity. I then became aware that some of these people were involved in the
construction of a building. At this point in my visit, I recognized that people had occupations in
heaven.
Since returning from heaven, I have heard people say that when we get to heaven, we will be
able to put our feet up, and take things easy. But I've got news for you! We will all have jobs to do,
when we get to heaven. I was also aware that the people I saw in heaven were involved in activities;
they weren't just walking around heaven doing nothing. They all has responsibilities of some sort or
other, and they were each getting on with fulfilling God's will and purpose for their lives.
I can also tell you that the peace I was experiencing in heaven was intensifying by now, which I
suspect was transforming me from one degree of glory into another (2 Corinthians 3:18). It's like
light, which gets brighter and brighter, as the day rolls by. The buzz and the excitement of heaven are
infectious, and you just become wrapped up in it all.
There is just something about heaven, which is so comfortable, so welcoming, and beyond

anything that I could describe to you in this book. When you are in heaven, you become part of heaven
itself. I was also aware that the people I saw working, were building something in readiness for those
who would one day occupy heaven. Again, I must state that if you are wondering what I was actually
witnessing, so was I.
I never discovered what was really taking place in this desert, but I assumed that these people were
about the Lord's business. Whatever they were involved in, must have some importance in the grand
scheme of things. Again, as it says in John 14:2-3 NKJV, ' In My Father's house are many mansions; if
it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place
for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.'
As I observed these people digging away, they suddenly stopped what they were doing, and looked
up at me. They were quite elderly people, which surprised me. I have heard people say that everyone
will be around the age of Jesus, when they get to heaven. However, this was not my experience on this
particular visit.
People were of differing ages, and these particular saints had led a full life back on earth, and
had arrived in heaven just as they were. Nothing had changed about them, at this particular point in
time. I appreciate that many Christians may have their own theology about heaven, and what I am
describing to you may not fit in with that theology. But like you, I was just as surprised to see people,
who appeared old to me, working away in heaven.
As these people looked up at me, their faces shone with the glory of the Lord. I have never in my
life seen such blessed people, who were happy and contented, as they looked over in my direction.
Instantly, I realized they were aware that God had brought me up from earth, and allowed me the
privilege of visiting them in heaven. It was as if these people knew me, even though I did not know
them. Clearly, when we finally arrive in heaven, we will all recognize one another.
Suddenly, the Holy Spirit spoke to me. He told me that these same people were originally
from the church I had just got saved in. He told me that they had served God faithfully, while they had
been on earth. And now, they had safely reached heaven, as their reward for accepting Christ into their
lives. It is important for me to emphasize that I did not know the names of these saints, nor did I

recognize them, due to the fact that I had just started attending the church that they once occupied.
Neither did I meet anyone in heaven, who I might have known back on earth.
The next moment, I was transported to the edge of this desert, where I was brought out of the way
of everyone else. Suddenly, the whole of heaven, and the universe opened up before me, as God
allowed me to see the full size and spectrum of heaven. It was literally breath taking. Then the Holy
Spirit told me that the size of heaven is beyond infinity.
Now, for you mathematicians out there, I fully appreciate that there is nothing greater than
the concept of infinity back on earth. However, I can only relay what the Holy Spirit was revealing to
me, even though it may not make mathematical sense to us. It may even be a term of expression, used
by the Holy Spirit, to emphasize how vast heaven really is.
Heaven is so big, that you could fit the earth into it billions upon billions of times over, and still
you would never ever fill it. But the question is, why is heaven so big? I can only guess that there is a
lot more to eternity than we know about at the moment. I believe that God has greater plans for the
expansion of heaven, possibly sometime in the future.
God would not create such a vast expanse for no good reason, because God always has a
reason for doing what he does. All that I do know is that there is a lot more to come, concerning what
God is actually going to do with heaven, than our minds could possibly understand right now.
Whatever God is planning, I am certain that it will be exciting, and it will blow us all away.
His Name Is Jesus
I returned back to the same desert area, where I had been before, and looked across at all the saints
of God, who were going about their business. Then suddenly, I noticed a man in the distance who was
sitting on a rock, and enjoying a break from the work that was taking place around him. The Holy
Spirit said to me, "You are now looking at Jesus ." The next moment, the Holy Spirit transported me
right up to where Jesus was, as he was taking what looked like a well earned rest.
I want to emphasize here that Jesus was working with the rest of the saints in heaven. He was
not just sat around observing everyone else, but he was fully engaged with all the activities taking

place there and then. As I stood next to Jesus, not for one minute did I feel the need to bow down
before him, or fall on my knees. It was just as if he was like anyone else, although we know he isn't
like anyone else. To me, he was just like a best friend, who I was comfortable to be with. I found that I
could be myself with Jesus, there's no need for any airs or graces with him.
When John met Jesus, as recorded in the book of Revelation, he gives a different account of his
appearance. As it says in Revelation 1:13-14 NKJV, ' And in the midst of the seven lamp stands One
like the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with a golden
band. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire .' This
is not how I saw Jesus.
From my training for the Bar, I am fully aware that members of my profession attend court
wearing a wig. This is to distinguish a barrister between appearing ordinary, while serving the purpose
of prosecuting or defending a client in a court of law. On this occasion in heaven, I can only presume
that I was meeting Jesus as he really was. I would not have been able to pick Jesus out from the crowd
of people I saw in heaven, had the Holy Spirit not revealed to me who he was. Jesus looked just like
anyone else I had ever met in life.
I had no doubt that I was standing next to Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God. I knew that he
was the one who had died for me, on a Cross at Calvary, back on earth. But his appearance was
nothing like I had seen in pictures. Jesus was about five foot eleven inches tall, and he was quite
broad. Basically, he was a very big man, which he would have needed to be to have carried the Cross
in the way that he did. He wore the exact same garment as the angels wore, on this particular occasion,
which was beige in color; the garments flowed down to his sandals.
I am not suggesting that this signified that Jesus was at the same level as the angels, clearly he is
not! As it says in Hebrews 1:4 NIV, ' So he became as much superior to the angels as the name he has
inherited is superior to theirs.' As Jesus rested from his work, I recognized that he was genuinely
tired. I was surprised to discover that Jesus would show any form of tiredness, after all he is God.
However, I can only share my genuine observations with you, even though I may not understand why
Jesus was showing such signs of being tired.

He reached down, and picked up a water bottle made of brown leather. This signified to me that
there were probably livestock in heaven, of some kind. He drank water from his bottle, as he was
seated on a rock, to spend a little time with me. I did not speak a word to Jesus, because
communication was instant between us. As I studied Jesus, I noticed that he had a round-shaped face,
and not a long narrow one, as I had imagined. His face was quite rugged, and you could clearly see the
suffering he had gone through, it was imprinted on his face.
His face reminded me of someone with easily recognizable Eastern Mediterranean characteristics. I
was also surprised to discover that his hair was medium to short in length, and brown in color; not
black as one would have expected. Again, when you meet Jesus, you will be surprised to discover that
he is nothing like what you would have imagined him to look like; I was quite surprised by his
appearance. Again, Jesus won't mind me telling you that I would not have recognized him as the Son
of God, if the Holy Spirit had not revealed who he was to me (cf Luke 24:31). However, as I stood
next to him, I had no doubts concerning who he really was.
As I continued to watch Jesus, he looked up at me, and I noticed that his eyes were like pools of
water; they were literally wet through with compassion, something I had never witnessed before now.
Suddenly, as he looked at me, he was able to look right inside of me. He literally looked through my
eyes, into my soul, and down to the bottom of my feet.
Jesus totally examined me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I cannot explain
this any better than he literally went inside of me, and thoroughly examined me. There was nothing
about me that was hidden from him. He not only knew my name, he knew me inside out. Every part of
my life, body, soul and spirit were open and revealed to Jesus.
There was nothing that I could hide from Jesus, nothing. Strangely enough, Jesus was able to do
this without me feeling one bit condemned. I felt no guilt, no shame, and no fear. I cannot explain how
Jesus was able to do this, but he knew me inside out, and I did not feel embarrassed about it; I did not
feel that I needed to run away and hide anywhere.
Nothing about my life was now hidden from Jesus. And, he was so full of compassion, that all
I could feel was love emanating from him and towards me. Then he spoke to me. He said, "No matter

how sinful you are, I love you with every atom of my being." I felt that every atom that Jesus
comprised of had love written on it. Jesus showed me that although the world, or even the church for
that matter might condemn me, he did not condemn me.
There was no sin, which I had ever committed, or would commit, greater than the love that Jesus
was revealing to me right there and right then. It did not matter what people thought of me, I knew
what Jesus thought of me. He fully examined me, he saw my weaknesses, but he accepted me just the
same. There was no sin great enough to stand between me and Jesus.
Nothing could separate me from the love that I felt emanating from him, right there and right
then (Romans 8:38-39). It is a love beyond anything that we could possibly understand on earth. It
does not even compare to the love that exists between a man and a wife, or a brother and a sister. It is
a love beyond understanding, and all that love was being directed towards me from Jesus Christ, the
Son of the Living God.
You may find it strange that Jesus would consider any aspect of my sin, while I was with him in
heaven, but he did. Since my time in heaven, people have told me that there is no awareness of sin in
heaven. I had no fear of sin, when I met Jesus. However, he did raise the issue of sin with me. But, at
the same time, he also relayed how much he loved me. I guess you cannot compare the love of Jesus
without some form of comparison.
That comparison was the love that Jesus had for me, despite the fact that I was a sinner. I
cannot give you the right theological explanation, concerning the things that happened to me in
heaven. I suspect Jesus does not follow convention. All that I know is that I met Jesus in heaven, and
this is the conversation he had with me. He showed me that, although some aspects of the church
might be quite condemning towards people when it comes to sin, he was not.
As for me, I knew that I had right standing with Jesus, the Son of God. I had met him face-to-face,
he had searched me, and he had accepted me, just as I was without one plea. I did not need to justify
myself before him. I did not feel guilty before him. I just enjoyed the love that he had for me, and
that's all that matters in the final analysis. And if Jesus loves me so much, why should I worry if
others don't!

I knew that my time in heaven was over. The objective of this particular visit was to meet Jesus
face-to-face, which is precisely what happened. And at that point, I began to feel myself moving away
from heaven, and suddenly I was back on earth, and in my bedroom, and in an instant. This was unlike
how I had originally travelled towards heaven, where the journey had taken a few minutes. My return
back to earth was more or less instant, as I knelt there back on the floor of my bedroom.
Then I heard God speak to me from heaven. He revealed his future plans for my life, in an instant;
part of which has been fulfilled already, and part of which is yet to come. However, I am not permitted
to share such matters in this book right now. And it's not that I am trying to be mysterious. But, there
are some things about my visit to heaven, and the things which Jesus said to me, which I am not
permitted to reveal to you. It's just like some of the conversations we have in private, we just don't
share everything with everybody.
But, this was not my only visit to heaven, as you will discover later in this book. In the next
chapter, I want to give you an insight into how God led me by his Holy Spirit, after I returned home
from heaven.

Chapter Three
Supernatural Guidance
Preaching Christ
On the Saturday, following my first visit to heaven, the church had organized a Sunday school trip
to the East Coast of Yorkshire, for all the young people. The church had a very large Sunday school,
spread out across the different regions of Rotherham. Therefore, the church needed to use twelve
coaches to transport everyone on the journey.
I was so elated by the experience I had enjoyed the night before that I sat on the bus, almost
in a daze, as I considered what had just taken place in my life. As we were travelling towards the
coast, Paul, one of my travelling companion on the journey, asked if he could be excused for a
moment while he said hello to some of his friends at the back of the coach.
As Paul moved away from me, suddenly it was as if heaven opened up for me once again. This
time, I felt as if all of my old nature just left me, and the new nature of Christ filled my spirit. It was
incredibly dramatic, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had been born again in an instant.
It was literally like changing from darkness into light, and I was a new person. I was of the impression
that, although I had accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior the week before, I had not in fact gone
through the born again experience, which was now taking place in my life, and on this coach.
I was so affected by this experience that I could do nothing other than tell everyone what had
just taken place in my life. I told every single person, on each of those twelve coaches that day, that I
had been born again. I was more elated by the fact that I had been born again, than I was about my trip
to heaven at the time, which may sound strange (Luke 10:20). However, I suspect that both
experiences were having an impact upon me.
I was so excited about the transformation that had taken place within me, that I could not prevent

myself from testifying about the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living (Psalm 27:13). Even
among the Sunday school teenagers, I must have come across as a bit over the top. But, when you have
been changed from darkness into light, there is nothing more that you can do but tell everyone about
it.
No one had to tell me to evangelize, it just happened automatically. Everything about
Christianity excited me, from reading my bible to praying, to fellowship; everything was new to me,
as I started to enjoy what God had done in my life, which was to change me from the inside out.
For about two years, I spent a lot of my time preaching the gospel around South Yorkshire. I joined
a group from church, who went about preaching the gospel outdoors, which was organized by an
American brother, who loved to preach the gospel. It was at one of these outdoor meetings that I
plucked up the courage to hold a microphone, to share stories from the bible with the crowds that had
gathered to hear us. We went to just about every area of South Yorkshire, preaching about the love of
God, to whoever would stop and listen to us.
It was during this period that I was privileged to share the gospel with a family of one of my
friends. The whole family gave their lives to Jesus; to God be the glory great things he has done. But,
as I continued preaching the gospel, God began speaking to me about coming aside and spending more
time alone with him in prayer.
As I did so, he began to lead me away from open air preaching, and provided me with the
opportunity to present bible studies in church. I was blessed to be a part of a church, who believed in
encouraging young people to speak at their Tuesday night meetings. I was often invited to bring a
word, and I was grateful to the leaders of the church, who saw something in me worth encouraging.
It wasn't long before I was introduced to the concept of the baptism in the Holy Spirit. This was
something that excited me. So, along with all my friends, who had also come to the Lord, we spent
long hours in prayer, until God poured out his Holy Spirit on the lot of us. God gave me tongues,
interpretation and prophecy, which I enjoyed exercising in church.
I discovered a fire on the inside of me, as if God had actually sealed me with his Holy Spirit
in some way. My friends and I also went through the waters of baptism, during this period; so I guess

that I went through death, burial and resurrection, in a very short period of time. Although God's work
is never complete in our lives, while ever we are on earth, there was a completeness in getting saved,
baptized, and filled with the Holy Spirit.
I felt that God had given me a real power, which helped me in my walk with Jesus. The
baptism in the Holy Spirit also helped me to come to the end of myself, and demonstrate more of God
in my life; which is an ongoing process for all of us, throughout the rest of our lives.
During this period of time, I met a lovely woman called Marion, who approached me in the church
book shop one evening, after one of the mid-week services. As she approached me, she appeared to be
rather nervous. She said that she hoped that I did not mind her approaching me. She said that she had a
word from God for me. And the reason that she was nervous was because she had never given anyone
a word from God before. She told me that she had waited on God, for about a month, before coming to
me with the word, because she did not want to make a mistake.
She gave me a word, which was a simple scripture from 2 Timothy 2:15 KJV, which read,
'Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing
the word of truth.' For over forty years, that scripture has remained with me, and it has instructed me
to study the bible all the days of my life. The word was from God, and the word has never left me to
this very day.
During the first couple of years, after I became a Christian, I was introduced to Dave Powell. Dave
was the principal of the Assemblies of God Bible College, situated at Mattersey Hall, near the city of
Doncaster, in South Yorkshire. Almost immediately, Dave became good friends with me, and often
took me away on vacation with him, where we would sometimes meet up with his brother Stephen,
and his best friend Harry.
Dave invited me to sit in with the bible college students, where he would help me to write
sermons, before he graded them. Although my time with Dave was short, I was so encouraged that the
principal of a bible college helped me to gain an insight into spiritual matters.
Stolen Goods

Not only was God making sure that there were people around to tend to my spiritual development,
he also safeguarded my physical needs. There was an incident, which took place back at Firth Browns,
which demonstrated how much God not only takes care of us, but he looks after our property too;
sometimes in quite remarkable ways.
One day, my motor bike was stolen from outside of my office. The office manager said that
he had seen a truck pull up, load my bike into it, and drive away. He had assumed that the bike had
broken down, and that I had called the breakdown service to repair it; none of which was true. I did not
give much thought concerning the theft of my bike, and left the whole matter in God's hands.
I trusted that God would take care of me, and that he would fix me up with some form of transport,
sometime in the future. Later that week, my friend John, who had won me to the Lord, was visiting a
carnival at Concord Park in Sheffield. On his way back from the carnival, he noticed that my stolen
bike was parked next to his, in the car park.
John knew that this was my bike, simply because it was the same model as his own bike. He
phoned the police, who came and confiscated the bike, and returned it to a police station near to where
I worked. The police contacted me the next day, and asked me to come and collect the bike. I was
surprised to discover that the bike had not been damaged during this ordeal.
The police told me that they thought joy riders had stolen the bike for their own personal
amusement. The fact that my friend John had visited Concord Park on that particular day, and had
recognized my bike parked next to his, was a statistical improbability. I have never doubted that it was
God who had orchestrated these events, so that he could get my stolen bike back to me. All through
my life, I have had many experiences, where God has returned things to me; things that the enemy has
stolen. What a mighty God we serve! Everything about our lives is in God's hands, and all that we
need to do is trust that he will take care of both us, and our property.
A New Direction
By the time I had reached my twenties, God was starting to lead me away from the church, where I
had found Christ, and towards a small independent fellowship in Sheffield. At the time, I did not know

why God had given me a burden to attend this fellowship, but God was planning for my future, while I
was only considering the present. While I attended this fellowship, as young people, everyone was
encouraged to take part in the meetings, along with street evangelism. It was a place where the Holy
Spirit was at liberty, and there was a real freedom to enjoy my walk with the Lord, with like-minded
people.
It was during this time, that God began to speak to me about going to the University in Sheffield.
This process started about a year before I got accepted onto a business studies course. I was quite
surprised that I was being led to university, simply because I had a good job, with a nice car, and by
this time I had a good salary.
This was a real step of faith for me, because I would have to live on a small grant, in
comparison to the salary I was now commanding. But, God put a strong faith within me that this was
what he wanted me to do. However, there was one small problem! The university would not let me
join the business studies course, even though I had applied to them on three separate occasions.
Therefore, I recognized that I must have misheard God; and yet my faith increased concerning this
matter. One day, when I was listening to the radio, Sheffield Hallam University put out an
advertisement for mature students, who might want to attend one of their full-time courses. I booked
an appointment with a gentleman called Ted, who I discovered later was a fellow Christian, and who
was also the head of Student Counseling at the time.
Ted interviewed me, with the prospect of starting a full-time course at the university. He
phoned up the tutors in the Business Studies Department, on my behalf, who immediately invited me
to come over for an interview. At the interview, they informed me that they were happy to invite me
onto the business studies course, but sadly their books were full. However, they told me that should
someone drop out of the course before the start date in September, then I could have their place.
Encouraged by this news, I returned to work, and trusted God to make a way for me. What I did not
do was pray that someone would drop out, because I felt that such a prayer would be negative. If God
wanted me on the course, then he would provide a place for me. Two weeks before the course started, I
got a phone call from Ruth Kaplan, who was the head of business studies.

Ruth informed me that a place had become available on the business studies course.
Coincidently, I had to serve two week's notice from my job, before I could leave the company. I wrote
my notice out, while I was still talking to Ruth on the phone. I literally finished my job on a Friday,
and started my course on the following Monday of the first week of term.
I thrived on the course, made lots of new friends, and learnt how to put essays together, in a very
short space of time. And this was because God had opened a door for me at university, and by his
grace he made certain that I did well with my studies. During my time at college, I was introduced to
the Christian Union, which met at the centre of the university campus, on Pond Street.
I loved the freedom of the Christian Union, and the kindness of the students I met there.
There were people from a variety of backgrounds and denominations in attendance at the meeting.
Where I had been accustomed to attending a specific denomination, now I was meeting with students
representing every major Christian denomination in the country. I was so encouraged by their
enthusiasm, as I settled into a new kind of fellowship.
I was driving home one evening, after the Monday night Christian Union meeting, when the Holy
Spirit spoke to me. He told me that I was not learning to accept responsibility in life, and that I was
just going around enjoying meetings. He showed me that I needed to take on responsibility, and get
more involved with the things of God.
He told me to put my name down to become the next leader of the Monday night Christian
Union meetings. I was shocked, when the Holy Spirit spoke to me about this, because this was the last
thing I wanted to do. I did not like the prospect of having to organize the meetings, speak, and do
everything associated with the role. The Holy Spirit was right, I did not like the prospect of
responsibility. I just wanted to enjoy my Christianity, and let God take care of everything else.
The following Monday night, I put my name forward to become leader of the Pond Street Christian
Union. I did not think that anyone would vote for me, especially because I was new to the group, and
especially since I had shown no interest in leadership, up until now. After a vote had been organized,
several weeks later, I got chosen to be the leader of the Monday night Christian Union meeting.
To cut a long story short, God enabled me to do the job, which he had assigned me to do. To

be honest, I have always been reluctant at taking on responsibility, it is not something I have sought
after. Sometimes people have accused me of being too pushy, or trying to find a position in the
kingdom of God. I can tell you, with hand on my heart, that this has never been the case. It is God who
has always opened doors for me; and had he not, I would have remained glued to a pew for the rest of
my life.
Eventually, God called me to become the president of the entire Christian Union, which was spread
across the five campuses of Sheffield Hallam University. The whole of the Christian Union met up on
Friday nights, in the main lecture theatre, which also was at Pond Street. There were about a hundred
students who attended these meetings, which was one of the best attended meetings of all the clubs
and societies that were in existence at the university. It was here that I eventually became the
president, with responsibility for organizing speakers, and the various weekends away that we had,
during the academic year.
We saw God move in a mighty way at the Christian Union, during that year, as the student numbers
increased. Many people got filled with the Holy Spirit, and released in various gifts. Ted, who was the
head of Student Counseling, and who had helped me to get on my course, would often attend these
meetings. I recognized only too well that God had opened up university, not just to provide me with an
education, but so that I would take on the responsibility for all of these students. What a privilege it
was to serve God in such a capacity.
So many things happened during this period of my life, which are too numerous to document in this
book. This was also the year when Billy Graham came to hold his rallies in Sheffield, and where I got
involved with the follow up work, on behalf of the crusade. Again, it was a real privilege to serve God
in this capacity. A good number of students, in my halls of residence, came to know the Lord during
the Billy Graham Crusade; all to the glory of God.
However, my time at university, by now, was coming to an end. God was preparing me to go
onto a teacher training course, at the University of Manchester. However, before I move onto the next
part of my journey, there is one particular extraordinary miracle, which I would like to share with you
in the next chapter of this book.

Chapter Four
Rescued By An Angel
Visiting Friends
On the whole, God uses natural means to help us when we face adverse circumstances, which exist
in the natural realm. That is, God's supernatural intervention often works on a physical level.
Therefore, we may not always recognize that the hand of God is helping us out, from time-to time.
However, there are times when God moves with such supernatural power, that it is hard not to
recognize that something extraordinary has taken place in our lives.
During my twenties, when I had moved to Sheffield, I experienced God's intervention in my life in
an extraordinary way. I had broken down in my car far from home, in the middle of nowhere, and in
the middle of winter late at night. As I use this chapter to share with you what happened to me, on this
dark lonely night, I can also share that I was not aware of the extent of God's help until the very next
day.
As you read this chapter, you may wonder why on earth I did not fully recognize what was
taking place around me. All that I can say is that God kept the knowledge of what was happening from
me until the next day, and for reasons that only he knows.
My story begins when I was visiting some Christian friends, who lived down in the South of
England, in a county called Kent. Kent is like New Jersey, which is known as the garden county of
England. I had met these particular Christians some years ago, at a convention, and we eventually
became good friends.
Over the years, I would visit my friends in Kent, and they would visit me in Sheffield. One
particular weekend, in the middle of winter, I travelled from Sheffield to Kent, which was a 368 miles
round trip. I spent the weekend having good fellowship with my friends; planning to return home on

Sunday afternoon, and after the morning service.
The church was the Emmanuel Pentecostal Church, which was located on East Hill, in
Dartford. However, one particular weekend, my friends asked me to attend the evening service. I was
not comfortable remaining for the evening service, simply because it would require me travelling back
home late at night, in order to get ready for work the next day. However, I obliged my friends, and I
stayed to enjoy the evening service.
After the evening service had ended, I made my way back to Sheffield late at night. As I set off on
my journey, I became conscious of a feeling of darkness filling my car. I had never experienced
anything like this before in my life; so much so that I had to turn my Christian music on, to try and
eliminate the darkness, which I felt was invading the car.
At the same time, the wind started to blow, as I struggled to navigate my car through a
downpour of rain. As I continued my journey, I noticed that the car started to develop problems. I was
unable to get the car to travel more than forty miles an hour. This meant that it would take me much
longer to reach home than I had anticipated.
I stopped at a gas station to check my car, and to see if I needed to put some water in the radiator. I
continued my journey, only to find that the car still would not move faster than forty miles an hour. I
travelled towards one of the main highways heading North, called the A1; a road similar to the New
Jersey Turnpike. As my journey continued, I struggled to get the car to pick up any sort of speed.
As I reached another gas station on the A1, I stopped to check the oil in my car. Although I
regularly performed maintenance checks on my car, I discovered that there was no oil in the engine. I
purchased some oil, and filled up my car engine with it. I also noticed a signpost at the gas station,
which read, 'There are no gas stations open on the A1, due to power cuts.' The power cuts were due to
severe weather that we were experiencing during this particular year, which was one of the worst
winters on record in the UK.
As I continued my journey, the car was able to travel at normal speed again; the oil had indeed
been the reason why I was having problems with my car. However, I also noticed that my car had used
up nearly all the gas in the tank. This was probably due to the fact that there had been no oil in the

engine. I had filled my car with gas, at the start of the journey, and there should have been sufficient
to get me home, as usual. I had completed this trip on numerous occasions, so I knew how much gas I
would need for the long journey home.
Having earlier read the sign, that there were no gas stations open on the A1, due to power cuts, I
decided that the best course of action was to find another route home. Hopefully, I would find an
available gas station, which had not been affected by the power cuts. Therefore, I left the A1, and
headed across the country, hoping to find an alternative road home, known as the M1. But to get to the
M1, I had to navigate through farmlands, hoping that I was heading in the right direction.
At this point in the journey, I noticed that my car was nearly empty of gas; so I had no choice other
than to carry on driving until the gas ran out. There was no other option available to me, because I
could not find a single gas station anywhere close by. I was literally in the middle of nowhere, on a
lonely road, uncertain whether or not I was heading towards home.
At this stage, I was travelling by faith or by foolishness, whichever option you think is the
most appropriate. Inevitably, I ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. I was not even able to get my
car off the road. I had to leave my car lights on, so that other cars travelling down the road would not
run into the back of my car. I knew that leaving my car lights on would, in all probability, flatten my
car battery.
I stepped out of the car to try and stop another driver, who might be willing to help me. No one was
willing to help a stranger, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, as I listened to the icy
rain crashing down on the roof of my car. I got back into the car, still hoping that no one would run
into the back of me.
As I sat there, I decided that the best course of action would be to get comfortable on the back
seat of the car, go to sleep, and sort out the problem in the morning. But then, I realized that my
parents would be worried about me; especially when I did not return home at the expected time. I had
no mobile phone with me to contact them, so that I could alleviate their concerns.
I grew more concerned about them, as I remembered what happened to me a week earlier, when I
had broken down in thick snow, when I was back in Sheffield. Then, with my friend from Kent who

was also with me at the time, we had to walk miles to reach my home. In the mean time, my mother
had sent the police out looking for us, she was so concerned that something untoward had happened to
me and my friend. This latest experience meant that now my parents would probably send out the
Army, the Navy, and the Air force to rescue me, if I did not return home at the expected time, from
Kent.
The Help Of A Stranger
It was then that I decided to pray about the predicament that I was now facing. I leaned on the
steering wheel of my car, and simply told God that I was not too concerned for myself, in this dire
predicament that I was now facing. I was more concerned that my parents would be worried about me,
especially due to the fact that I had no way of letting them know where I was.
I had hardly got the words out of my mouth, when I was aware of a bright light shining behind
me. When I looked in my rear-view mirror, I saw a pickup truck parked right behind my car. I was
startled, when I saw the truck, which then proceeded to move towards the side of my car. An elderly
man, with the brightest face I had ever seen, greeted me.
The driver of the pickup truck said to me, "How can I help you?"
I said, "I'm so grateful that you have turned up. I have run out of petrol."
"Don't worry", he replied, "I'm here to help you."
Then the driver of the pickup truck drove past me, turned his truck around, and waited on the other
side of the road. I also waited, presuming that he would come over to my car and help me. However,
he remained seated in his truck. So, I decided to lock up my car, walk towards his truck, and get in it.
"I have to leave my lights on, to help prevent anyone driving into the back of my car," I told
the driver.
He smiled at me and proceeded to drive down the road. I wondered how long he had been out
working in his truck, considering the fact that it was now late at night.
"How long have you been out fixing cars today?" I said, trying to break the ice.
"I have been ministering to people's needs since five o'clock this morning," he replied.

What a strange answer, I thought to myself, as we continued our journey down the road. I also
noticed that the driver did not initiate any conversation with me, but only responded when I asked him
a question. Again, I thought that this was rather strange. Suddenly, we turned into what looked like a
disused gas station. Strangely enough, I had not noticed this gas station, when I had travelled down
this same stretch of road earlier. The gas station was in darkness, and looked like it has closed up early
for the night.
I got out of the truck, and noticed that the gas pumps were locked, so I wondered what the
driver was up to. Instinctively, I followed him, as he moved towards what looked like a barn, at the
back of the gas station, which was surrounded by farmland. Suddenly, I thought to myself, "Here I am
in the middle of nowhere, with a perfect stranger, and I could trust him with my life ." There was just
something trustworthy about this man. As he pushed open the doors of the barn, the lights all suddenly
turned on by themselves.
"How much gas do you want?"
"Enough to get me to the nearest gas station," I replied.
He then pointed me towards what looked like two silver cans, which could hold about a gallon of
petrol each.
"You will have enough gas to get to the next gas station," he said to me.
I proceeded to follow him out of the barn and towards one of the gas pumps. He took hold of one of
the pumps, which appeared not to be locked, and proceeded to fill up the two cans. I handed him some
money to pay towards the cost of the gas. But rather than take it from me, he looked at me, puzzled by
the fact that I was offering him money in the first place.
I found this to be a strange reaction. Eventually, he took the money from me, as a thought
appeared to cross his mind. Obviously, he must have considered that taking the money was a good
idea. Then he told me to get into the car, as he said something very strange to me.
"I have been instructed not to leave you until you are safely on your way."
Again, I thought that this was bizarre language that made no sense to me. I wondered who had
instructed him to help me. However, I was happy that at least he was helping me out, no matter how

strange his language was. As I said at the start of this chapter, I had no idea that this was an angel; the
thought never crossed my mind.
I suspect that God was keeping me ignorant, maybe so that I would not ask him too many
stupid questions, or because God does not always make a big show about helping people. Looking
back, I do not really know why I did not figure it out that I was spending time with an angel. Like
anyone else, had I realized this, I probably would have asked him lots of stupid questions.
We drove back towards my car in silence, as the rain started to come down harder; bouncing up off
the road that we were travelling down. We approached my car, which by now was reflecting dimly lit
lights. This was due to the fact that my car battery had begun to go flat; something that I had
prophesied earlier.
"Go and get in your car," the truck driver said to me, "I have been instructed not to leave you,
until you are safely on your way."
Again I thought that this was a strange thing to say. I did not recognize that I was with an angel,
simply because he looked just like anyone else to me. I was beginning to appreciate that God had
answered my prayer, and that he had put it on someone's heart to come and help me, just when I
needed it the most.
"I can't get in the car, because I need to use my keys to open the gas locking cap, to put the
gas into the tank," I said to the driver of the pickup truck.
"Don't worry about that, just pass me the keys and I will sort everything out for you. I have
been instructed not to leave you until you are safely on your way."
Yet again I thought this was all very strange. However, I proceeded to get into my car,
while he put the gas into my tank. After he had done this, I turned the key in the ignition of my car,
but the car would not start. Just then, the man walked over to my car and opened my door.
Instinctively, I moved over to the passenger side as he got in. He turned the key in the ignition, and a
blue bolt of power literally hit the car, like lightening. I was both amazed and grateful at the same
time, as the engine fired up.
"I don't know how to thank you", I said to this helpful man, as he proceeded to get out of my

car and head back towards his truck.
"There is absolutely no need to thank me, I'm only doing what I am supped to be doing, and
that is to make sure you continue safely on your journey."
As I put my car into drive, I instinctively looked into my mirror, to observe the man heading back
towards his pickup truck. However, he was not there. Both he and his truck had somehow vanished
before my eyes. Even as I looked back down the road, he was not in the distance, he had totally
disappeared. I thought that I must be dreaming this; assuming that I'd had a memory lapse or
something. I tried my best to rationalize what had just happened to me, and presumed that he must
have sped away too quick for me to notice.
Notwithstanding what had just happened to me, I joyfully continued my journey, and headed
towards the M1. I was hoping to find a gas station to fill up my car, so that I could get home as
quickly as possible. My journey took me to the city of Birmingham, from where I could join the M1
road, which would get me home.
Suddenly, in front of me, I came across a gas station, which was just about to close for the
night. I also noticed that I had run out of gas again; I had reached the gas station, just as the man in the
pickup truck had prophesied. I was able to fill up my car with gas, and get home with no further
problems. Not only so, but I did not even need to have my car serviced, or repaired in any way,
because all was well with my vehicle.
It was not until the next evening, that I began to realize how much God had helped me the night
before. Suddenly, my faith grew strong, as I recognized that no matter what happens to us, God is able
to come to the rescue of any one of his saints who gets into trouble. I phoned my pastor to tell him all
that had happened to me the night before.
During my conversation with him, he asked me if I had realized that God had literally sent his
angel to help me. Suddenly, the scales fell from my eyes, as I recognized that God had indeed sent an
angel to rescue me from the middle of nowhere. I was overcome with thanksgiving to God, as my
pastor arranged for me to share the experience with the rest of the church.
As I conclude this chapter of the book, it is important to recognize that it is not God's purpose for

any of us to suffer unduly in life. It is not every day that we all have such an experience, where it is
obvious that God's angels are literally standing with us, and helping us out when we get into trouble.
But, I do believe that God's angels are always here to help us out, even when we are unaware of them
(Hebrews 13:2). All that we need to do is trust that God will help us, no matter what, because it is not
God's purpose that anyone of us should fail.
I also suspect that what happened to me, at the start of my journey home, was orchestrated by
Satan. Therefore God came to my rescue, simply because I was vulnerable at that particular point in
time. Therefore, we need to be aware that the enemy is often working against God's children.
However, God's angels are also on hand to step in and help us out in times of trouble, as he did with
me on this particular cold dark winter's night. And as I conclude this particular account of God's
miraculous intervention into my life, I want to share, in the next chapter of this book, how God opened
doors for me in a very special way.

Chapter Five
Miraculous Encounters
The President's Dining Room
My experience at Sheffield Hallam University Christian Union was hard work, but it did teach me a
lot about serving others, rather than serving just myself. But, the time came for me to move on from
Sheffield, and attend the University of Manchester. Here, I would study and learn to become a teacher.
But before I moved to Manchester, I decided to take some time out to go and live with my
uncle Michael in New Jersey, near Atlantic city, for a long hot Summer. I do think that there are times
when God's children need to step back, and take a break. Visiting my uncle gave me the opportunity to
take a look around places like Philadelphia, Manhattan, and Washington DC, etc.
I was amazed by how much opportunity there was for me to witness to people, while I was in the
States; a place where I had many God-ordained adventures. I was also surprised by the amount of
financial resources that came my way. People would even walk in off the streets, because they felt that
they should give me money to do whatever I needed to do, while I was in America.
Certainly I was in God's purpose for my life, by visiting the States. The local church I
attended, while I was in the States, invited me to some meetings that were takings place at Princeton
University Theological Seminary; all free of charge. I was able to meet Christians from various
denominational backgrounds, during my visit, such as charismatics and Pentecostals, as well as
Presbyterians. Although Princeton Theological Seminary accepts people from all backgrounds, it is in
fact a Presbyterian bible college.
I also got the opportunity to speak at a Full Gospel Business Fellowship International dinner, in a
small town called Vineland, in New Jersey. This was a town that had problems relating to witchcraft,
which are well documented on the Internet. The people at the dinner were particularly interested in

knowing what was happening, with respect to England and the European Community. So, my talk
concentrated on the changes that had taken place since England joined Europe; something that came as
a surprise to my American audience.
I also visited Washington DC, where I had a very unusual experience. As is the custom for anyone
visiting Washington, I went to look around the White House. While I was there, one of the secret
service agents asked me if I wanted the unofficial tour of the White House. I guess the fact that I was
visiting the White House alone, and possibly because I was from England, may have been the reason
for this opportunity, or was God up to something? Then the secret service agent took me into the
President's private dining room. I was surprised to find that this dining room was very small, it could
seat about eight people comfortably.
When I asked the secret service agent why the President's dining room was so small, he said that
there were for two main reasons for this. The first reason for the small dining room, was because the
President preferred to dine with a small intimate group of friends. But the second, and more important
reason for such a small room, was because the President needed to hear all conversations taking place
around the table.
If there were too many people in attendance during a sitting, then lots of conversations could
be taking place at the same time, some of which the President might not be privy too. And this would
not be good. The president needs to be abreast of everything that is taking place in the White House,
and which is all part of his internal security.
As I was conversing with the secret service agent, he suddenly got a message in his ear piece, made
an excuse, and left me all alone in the President's dining room. At first, I felt a little silly. But then,
the Holy Spirit spoke to me. He said:
"Do you know where you are?"
"I'm in the White House," I replied!
"You are in the most important place in the world. Here, great decisions are made concerning the
affairs of the entire planet. I want you to pray that God's will might be done in this building, which is
the reason why I have brought you here in the first place, and why you are alone right now."

Immediately, I began to pray that God's will might be done in the White House, and in accordance
with God's purpose in the face of the earth. I felt privileged that God had permitted me this
opportunity to pray in one of the most important places on the planet; how great is our God! As soon
as I had finished praying, the security agent returned, and we continued the tour of the White House.
As my time in the States was coming to an end, I went for my usual walk on the beach, back in
Brigantine, where my uncle lived. Brigantine, is a surfer's paradise, which is located on the coast of
New Jersey, and which you can get to by crossing a bridge from Atlantic City. Brigantine has a nature
reserve, along with the Marine Mammal Standing Centre, where distressed whales, dolphins and
turtles can be helped.
I was once privileged to see a school of dolphins swimming close to the shore one day, when I
was taking my usual walk along the beach. Walking along the beach was something I did every
morning, when I was not travelling around the States, and it was also a place where I sought God. I
would look across the Atlantic Ocean, recognizing that England was very far away, and yet I was
never home sick. I was as comfortable in the States; just as comfortable as I was in England.
On this particular occasion, and for some reason, I decided to take my walk on the beach late at
night. As I was walking along the coast line, I noticed a teenage boy walking in from close by the sea.
He wore the typical dress of teenagers on the island, which was a light grey baggy top, shorts and
sneakers. However, as he drew closer to me, he literally metamorphosed before my eyes, and turned
into a young child of about nine years of age. He ran towards me, and walked beside me, only making
a customary greeting.
"Where are you from?" He said to me.
"From England," I replied.
"Is that near Transylvania?" He asked.
"No, it's not that near."
"I've got a message for you," he responded, as we exhausted what I thought was a silly conversation
about Transylvania, and as his voice grew deeper and stronger.
"What message?" I responded.

"You are not wanted in America, you need to leave here as soon as you can, because it is no longer
safe for you to remain in our country, your safety cannot be guaranteed."
With that, the young man ran away. Straight away, I recognized that I was not just talking to a
young man, but I was talking to an agent of Satan. I was rather surprised about how blatant he was,
approaching me on the beach, and giving me such a stern warning. Although I was surprised by the
whole conversation with this young man, it seemed unnecessary and pointless to me, simply because I
was leaving the States in any case.
But often, when Satan opens his mouth, he also reveals his hand at the same time. This
conversation only highlighted that I was exactly where God wanted me to be, and that Satan's cage had
somehow been rattled by my being in the States. However, my journey to the States was drawing to a
close, and I was eager to move on to the next adventure in my life.
Meeting The Queen Of England
After returning from the States, I eventually moved to Manchester, where I studied to become a
teacher. During the year that I trained to become a teacher, I lived in Bolton, which is located in
Lancashire. Bolton provided me with an easy commute into Manchester, where I undertook my
teaching placement, at a School called Abraham Moss.
While I was in Bolton, I met a good number of new friends. Some of them gave their hearts to
the Lord, and we were able to hold Christian meetings in the Halls of Residence. Along with some of
these students, I attended a large Assemblies of God church, in the neighboring town of Wigan. The
church was run by a dear pastor called Raymond Belfield. It was a lively church, which moved in
healing and deliverance.
After completing my teacher training course in Manchester, I lectured both at Sheffield Hallam
University, and also at the University of Central Lancashire. My teaching career lasted for about
twenty years all told. During this period, I was invited to be a regular speaker at a Sunday night church
meeting in South Yorkshire, something I did for about eleven years. I also got an increasing amount of
dinner speaking engagement, through the Full Gospel Business Men's Fellowship International

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