You Never Know If A Jim Gray is Watching & Listening.

You Never Know If A Jim Gray is Watching & Listening.

When I was a young boy just entering high school and being raised by our grandparents, who happened to have taught me about our ABBA Father, I was one on fire lad for our Savior.

I guess I was about 16 years old, playing the guitar, preaching the word, going to rest homes and hospitals to wittiness His Goodness, pray for the sick and sung them songs from door to door to room to room.

I would even go to the local university’s boys dorm and go door to door seeking that one lost soul to help bring to the Father.

One day grandma and grandpa was out and would be gone a spell and I was in the kitchen with my Gideon New Testament in my hand just praying and preaching up a storm and not a soul in the house. I passing the floor back and forth and delivering my soul and the Ruach HaKadosh urged me to go to a favorite spot, in the woods on top of a null and cliff, to go there and just start preaching.

I said Father… There’s no one there but birds, squirrels, rabbits and such. You want me go preach to them? He said go! I said Yes!

So I bolted out the door ASPA with my little new testament in hand making tracks heading into the woods to my little hide away.

So here I am at my little path I have worn over all my visits and a large patch of blueberry bushes where I get foundered on blueberries.

Then here we go to preaching. With a very loud voice. Who’s to hear right? Preaching the way I saw grandpa doing it the ole timey way with hell and brimstone… Hahahaha

Then once I felt I delivered my soul so I sat by a tree leaning back and started praying.

Well, grandma and grandpa didn’t teach me to pray silent prayers, or prayers in a whisper…. WE CRIED out with a loud voice unabated trying to get a prayer through to the Almighty of Heaven and Earth.

Then once I prayed everything I knew to pray for I just sat quietly and started reading out of our little new testament.

While listening to the calm and quite I suddenly heard the rustling of leaves and something was making haste coming my way. I did not know if it was an Angel or a wild critter heading my way. I looked to the tree I was setting by to see if I could shinny up that thing and get out of the way of what ever is coming.

Well, come to find out, it was a new neighbor boy by age, Jim Gray, and we have met at the bus stop going to school, came up out of those woods and we began to talk.

Jim shared with me, as we sitting on that cliff looking out at Father’s Creation, that he had ran away from home. His dad, the new Navy Recruiter in town and a Navy Chief, was a hard military man and Jim got caught stealing gas with some boys and he was afraid his dad was going to nearly kill him. So he spent the night in the woods covered up with leaves.

I had no clue my new friend Jim Gray was even in the woods where I would be. It was not even near his house. But he was there hearing this boy deliver his soul with such unrestrained passion and I had not clue anyone was listening or even near.

However, Father did. That’s exactly why Father YAHUAH spoke to this boy to go in the woods and start delivering his soul for it was for no one else but for Jim Gray.

I shared with him the story of the 3 Hebrew Boys how Father preserved them through a most fiery trial and testing.

Jim turned his heart to Father. We both cried and prayed and gave this situation over to Him and Trust the Almighty to see us through.

I walked with Jim back to his house. It was early morning and when Jim opened the back door there was his daddy, sitting at the kitchen table coffee in hand, greeted is son with open arms and loved on his boy and all was well.

Jim continued his journey with me though out high school. Poor boy couldn’t carry a tune or keep a beat but we hung with me going place to place spreading the Good News playing the Tamborine as I beat the guitar going door to door room to room, preaching, singing and praying for others.

Jim and I would get our other buddies together and we meet up in the woods somewhere and have meeting in the air.

You Never Know If A Jim Gray is Watching & Listening My Friend. You Never Know.

2 Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of all men:

3 forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to be the epistle of Messiah ministered by us

Qorintiyim Bĕt (2 Corinthians) 3:2-3

Shalom!
Your Brother,
Gearld W Thomas in New Hebron, Mississippi