I was called by the Holy One himself on January 8, 2001. I declined to be minister for one simple reason: If I can't understand His book in its entirety, then how can I possibly explain anything from it to anyone else. You may ask me how I know it was Him that called me. To the average person, I'd probably respond with something like "You can ask." Since you're taking the time to read this, I'll explain everything to the best of my ability.

Over on my main site, I wrote a few articles (very few) that dealt with religious topics and I'll be moving them over here as I'm moved to do so. I'll try not to repeat anything here, but I'm sure things will overlap.

The Little Voice Inside My Head

Crazy people hear voices, right? I don't hear voices. I get thoughts belonging to Him, on very rare occasions, pressed over my own. I don't know how else to describe it. The thoughts were not my own.

How does God communicate? Does He need to speak? I doubt it.

The first time it happened, it was when I was dating my wife. I don't remember the exact location, but we were sitting across from each other at a small table, somewhere here in the Philippines in June of 1983.

We were talking and she needed to go to the "comfort room". When she walked away, I was alone at table with my glass of soda (I think it was soda). In the blink of an eye, I knew that Josie (now my wife) was going to be my wife. I didn't know where the thought came from at the time. I just knew.

Fast forward to 2001. While I was unemployed and being treated for a medical condition (I think it's called adhesive encapsulitis), I was reading some atheist comments on a particular website (one that I can't remember) and was feeling depressed. In another instant, I received what I knew was not my thought: "Tell them". I blurted "Tell them what?" immediately, in response. I already knew the answer. I was supposed to tell people that He exists. That's all. Nothing more and nothing less. To me, that sounded like a call to ministry. If it was, I declined for the reason I stated earlier. I asked Him how I was supposed to do what he told me to do and I received another thought: "You'll know."

The second incident was exactly like the first. Just a thought, an impression of some kind. It was, however, unmistakable. Now, I don't know who God is (another than by his biblical name) or what He is, I just know that He is.

Why Here, Why Now?

Well, because a third incident happened yesterday, on my 48th birthday (which I didn't celebrate — I never really celebrate my birthday — it isn't important to me). The last time He said I'd know. Yesterday, I knew.

Writing this here and now is how it starts. Therefore I'm telling you, the reader of this article: He exists. In future articles, and in articles moved from the other site, I'll provide some of my historical relationship with God, my thoughts on what's written in the Holy Bible, and continue from there.

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