December 31, 1979 was a turning point in my life. Up until that time, I was a person full of questions. I understand that everyone has questions, but I truly believe my questions were weirder than other normal people might have. I wondered, “Who built the pyramids?” “Do UFOs really exist? And if they do, are they aliens or demons?” “Why is it a UFO has never been sighted outside of the earth’s atmosphere?” “Does the lost City of Atlantis really exist?” “What about the 17 trillion mile gap in space in the Northern Hemisphere? Is it the entrance to heaven?”
My spiritual life was good. I loved God and earlier in the 70’s I had been filled with the Holy Spirit. I was normal in the pulpit, but I always had strange questions that seemingly could not be answered.
I had always imagined that if I could somehow talk to God, I would ask Him about these questions and I would find out once and for all who built the pyramids, and who was in the UFOs, etc.
Then on December 31, 1979, I had a dream. In my dream I was thrust before a large brick wall. The wall was thick and tall and was about thirty feet long. Standing in front of the wall, I noticed a light shining from the other side of the wall. The light got brighter and brighter until it was blinding. In my dream I couldn’t see my hands and I thought that this is what must have happened to Saul on the road to Damascus. Then I realized that God himself, with all of His glory and power, was on the other side of the wall.
The awesomeness of God’s power was beyond my comprehension. I immediately fell on my face and tried to push myself into the ground. All of my questions left me, and I began to scream, “Oh, God, have mercy on me. I am a sinner.” But God in His awesome love lifted me up and one by one He answered all of my questions without me even asking Him. As He gave me the answers to all my questions, with each answer I remember thinking, “Wow! That is so simple and it makes so much sense.”
As I woke up, I still remembered the answers. There were no more questions. I ran through the house to find pencil and paper. The answers were like birds in a cage with the door open. One by one they flew out as I frantically looked for my note pad. When I finally had my pencil and pad and flopped down on the edge of the bed to write down all of the answers, they were gone. But I had peace knowing that the mystery was not a mystery to God and that in reality the answers were simple.
From that day until now I have had peace concerning the so-called “mysteries of the universe.” God has the answers, and His Spirit is in me and I am at peace.
“And He said, ‘To you it has been given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God, but to the rest it is given in parables, that seeing they may not see, and hearing they may not understand’” (Luke 8:10).