Published by: Izobofolo’s Blog
Today, I am posting a writing that will be unpopular to some, shameful to others and disregarded by those who has no interest. I begin with a statement to my over all family. “Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free”. If you believe in God, you must first believe that He is God and a rewarder of those who diligently search for him.
The title of this writing is, “The Making of This Servant of God”. Being brought forth from an unwanted pregnancy where attempts had been made to abort me. I was given away at the age of three weeks old. Although I was given to my grandmother, it was not my grandmother’s responsibility to rear me. Being reared in a remote community in the state of South Carolina, Edgefield County which is known as one of the racist county on the face of the earth.
I was hidden for many years from family members, I never knew who my father was and to this day I am in question as to who he is. Raised in poverty, beaten beyond recognition and raped as a young child by a family member. These things I never understood, but my feet carried me ever forward on the path that God had placed me on.
Going to segregated schools which was alienated from regents courses and being told that we would never amount to anything as a colored people. Ironically, the school that I attended was named Edgefield County Colored School which later became known as W.E. Parker High School.
As we all know, Satan knows who you are and where you are before you do. I was forced out of my grandmother’s home by two unruly and ungodly uncles and forced to live with my aunt who was an educator. To have a cousin say, “this is my mother, go home to your own mother” only to find out, that she was not my aunt’s daughter, but the daughter of my aunt’s brother, one of the unruly and ungodly ones (stumbling block number one).
I was given the nickname “Skippy”. I asked my grandmother why was I given that name? She said because I reminded her of this dog that went from house to house seeking something to eat. Believe me my sisters and brothers, that became a true part of my childhood.
After finishing High School, I received a letter that stated “Greetings, report to your local induction center, which at the time was Whitehall Street and later I was sent to Fort Hamilton for induction into the United States Army where I served in Vietnam as a Combat Infantryman. Having the MOS of 11B10-1P-1R (Airborne Ranger).
I was involved in one of the bloodiest battles to occur in South Vietnam. I remember crying to God and stating, “I am only 19 years old and I don’t want to die here” and hearing a voice saying, “You are not going to die here. I sent you here to fight a physical war and return to home to fight my spiritual war.” Believe sisters and brothers, I have been engaged in a spiritual war.
I suffered from what they called, Battle Fatigue which is now known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. No help was given to me through the Veterans Administration. I thought that I was normal and married one of my classmates from South Carolina and through my ailments and rejection I parted from my family and was divorced. I wandered for a while. My feet ever moving forward where God was taking me. I lost the respect of the community where I lived, the love of my children and resentment entered into their lives by word of mouth from their mother. Yet, I pressed ever forward.
I entered into a university unknowingly to my family, in which they tried to deny. Records cannot be refuted. I did my undergraduate and graduate at this university. I later attended a mortuary college where I received and Associate Degree in Mortuary Science and passed the national board which allowed me to practice the art of Embalming in all states (48 at that time).
I began to led to a church organization known as the African Methodist Episcopal Church where I held the position of Itinerate Elder. Many years later, God began to tug on my heart and said, you must leave this order. After many battles and misunderstandings with God I was finally kicked out of that order by God. I lived at the parsonage and was given two weeks to get out and I became homeless. When I had come to the end of what little money I had, God told me meet me at the park where you usually come to pray.
My wife and I went there hungry and broke. There were two men dress in executive suits carrying two Styrofoam containers with food in them. I heard God tell them, two give that food to us. They in turn looked at us, and set the containers in the trash can. I hurriedly went over to the trash can and lifted these containers up to God and thanked him for my daily bread.
When I took my first bite of food, I heard God say, “Because you humbled yourself before me, I will speak to you every day of your life and not one word, that you speak shall fall to the ground.” Well here comes my carnal mind. “Yes Lord, but where am I going to say tonight?” Along comes a woman who looked like a bag woman, and I said unto her “you look so tired, can I take you anywhere?” She said, “You are the preacher and I came to help you.”
The woman was a millionaire and was the owner of three luxurious apartment complexes. She told me to put her things in the trunk of my car and off we went to one of the apartments. She said, “God told me, to give this apartment to you, free of charge for two years as you establish the ministry that you have named on a small piece of paper in your wallet.”
I fell to my knees and thanked God. I started this ministry with five members. I now preside over Discovered Being Ministry, Incorporated, a not-for-profit incorporation having 28 churches under its umbrella. 9 Bishops and numbering 58,261 congregates.
This ministry now is known all over the world. I did not know that I had been given the five fold ministry within myself. But Satan did and he tried to destroy me from the beginning.
To all those that think ministries just pop up, you are sadly mistaken.
The making of an Elijah of God is not meat and drink, but through thorough physical, emotional, psychological, educational and spiritual scrutiny, although it is not limited to this, but it is from the foundation God begin to make His Elijah’s.