From infancy through childhood, encounters with angels, divine protection, supernatural moments, and early prophetic experiences marked the beginning of a lifelong journey of intimacy with God.
Occasion: Maternal testimony, shared in early childhood.
Testimony: When I was only one year old, my mother saw what she described as a bright star come to rest over our home, shining above the room where I slept. Shortly after, a tall figure of light—whom she believed to be an angel—appeared and stood near my crib.
The star and the angelic figure are deeply resonant with prophetic witness throughout Scripture:
Occasion: Maternal testimony, age approximately 2–3.
Testimony: On more than one occasion, according to my mother, I was found in a completely different room—or on a different floor—of the house, separated by locked doors and child gates I could not have bypassed on my own.
While I have no direct memory of these events, they have been recounted to me multiple times. My mother believed that angels had physically moved me—similar to how Philip was supernaturally transported after the Ethiopian's baptism (Acts 8:39–40).
Occasion: Approximate age 3–4 years old, in my mother's arms, inside a live music nightclub.
Testimony: My mother often took me with her as she played guitar and sang in bands at local nightclubs. Though raised in the church, she had drifted into a partying lifestyle for a season.
One night—while sitting in her arms at a corner table, surrounded by smoke, loud music, and the press of the crowd—she clearly heard the Lord speak: "Take the boy home. This is not the life for him."
Though my mother did not fully obey this word at the time, she knew it marked me. Over time, she would return to her faith, but this moment crystallized something: God had a calling on my life, and He was actively protecting and separating me.
Occasion: Age 5, the night of my conversion.
Testimony: After a Billy Graham crusade aired on television, I felt the conviction of the Holy Spirit—though I could not have articulated it that way at the time.
I ran to my mother's room and told her I wanted to "ask Jesus into my heart." She knelt with me. I prayed. And at the precise moment I said "Amen," the room shook.
The walls trembled. The furniture shifted. My mother and I looked at each other in astonishment.
The next morning, news confirmed that a rare earthquake had struck our region at the exact time I prayed. This was no coincidence. Heaven marked my salvation with a sign.
I recount this event with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12).
I am acutely aware that some will scoff, others will rationalize.
Yet again, I say with Paul:
"If we are out of our mind, it is for the sake of God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you." (2 Corinthians 5:13)
This is not embellishment.
This is testimony.
Heaven shook the Earth to mark a boy who said yes to Jesus.
And Heaven is still shaking lives today.