It was sometime near 9 p.m., as I was hanging out with my sister’s boyfriend, Jim Wood.  We were at the Arco Gas and Service-Station on the corner of Roosevelt and 9th street, Phoenix, Arizona.  Jim was an all around manager of the station business, running pumps and even servicing vehicles.

I was ten to eleven years old on the day of the incident. Jim was working under the frontend of an older model vehicle  that evening while I was goofing off by the gas-pumps and chatting away.  I liked going to the station because Jim would occasionally allow me to pump gas and take payment from the customers.

On this particular evening, don’t know the date, I stood by the pumps as an older woman happened by, strolling through the station’s filling area. Though I waved as she passed, I received no response. After what was only a few seconds, I became acutely aware the woman was going to jump in front of a passing car right there on Roosevelt.  Tragically, she was going to kill herself right in front of me and I had no idea what I should do!

Within a fraction of a moment I took action. I frantically ran over to where Jim was working and shouted, “Jim, this lady is going to jump in front of a car and kill herself!  Hurry, come quickly.”

It took a few moments for Jim to scramble out from under the car and make his way round the building… moments the woman didn’t have.  Slam!  It was too late!

Jim and I watched as the woman walked up to the curb and then launched herself out into traffic. The crash was horrific and sad.

Poor lade, she succeeded.

Just a short time later Jim asked how I knew she was going to kill herself.

At the time hearing God’s voice was very new to me.  All I could tell Jim was that I knew, that I knew.
Somehow, I knew down deep inside my being that she was going to kill herself.

I didn’t know what to call that sense of certainty so I just called it “My Knower”. And in “My Knower,” I knew she was going to jump.

That was the same year I received my first public prophecy.  “Out of the mouth of babes” as they say.

A few weeks after the woman killed herself, my family and I stayed after the morning church service.  It took place at the Phoenix Southern Baptist Church on 16th Street and Oak.

You know those/us Baptists, we like having Sunday buffets at least once a month.
I remember walking through the crowd that day and suddenly knowing our Pastor and “Mrs. Smith” had been sleeping with one another.  Now, I was about ten years old in 1969 and at that time – here on planet earth – kids were not so savvy when it came to bedroom issues.  I remember standing in banquet hall doorway and looking from one person to other and wondering why my Pastor would “sleep” WITH Mrs. Smith.
Finally, due to an overwhelming curiosity, I tugged on the Pastor’s coattail and then blurted out, “Hey Pastor, why are you sleeping with Mrs. Smith.”

Would you be surprised to know the large room of congregants went dead silent?
After what was only a moment or two, my parents took hold of me and quietly ushered me out of the building.
I didn’t understand!
What had I done wrong?

Unfortunately for me, my parents never did fully explain why I caused so much trouble. What was the big deal?

Two weeks later the Pastor made an open confession before the congregation and then resigned.

I felt horrible.  I was told it was because of my statement during THAT buffet.  Thankfully, my sisters told me what “sleeping” with “Mrs. Smith” actually meant.
I loved my Pastor and felt like I destroyed his life.

Amazingly, about fifteen years later and out of the blue, I received a phone call from my former Pastor. He and I had not had any contact since he left Arizona: following the “Mrs. Smith” debacle.
On the phone that day he thanked me for speaking up at the potluck. He told me he had been struggling in his walk with God.
He said he was wanting to set things right between himself and the Lord, but couldn’t find a way to confess his infidelity or openly acknowledge the sin in his life.
Gratefully, God outed his behavior.  God openly exposed his infidelity and he was finally able to face up to his wrong-doing.
After leaving Arizona, my former Pastor moved to the East-Coast and eventually reestablish his relationship with the Lord.  Today, years later, he is walking right with Jesus and pastoring a large church in Florida.

I was so relieved to receive his call. God delivered him by His Word of Knowledge.  It was not I who brought destruction; rather, thru me, God brought healing.

God is good at all times and in every way.

Blessed be the name of the Lord, Jesus!