ABOUT THE AUTHOR

More about Religious Author Rev. D.C. Bray

I was born to parents of poor means from the Midwest. During the war years, my father was in the Army Air Corps, and stationed in the Deep South when I was born. I arrived six weeks early with under-developed lungs and a weak heart. When I was six months old, I developed pneumonia. I was dying from this illness, along with complications from my premature birth. One night, I became much worse and when my mother realized I would not survive the night, she cried out to God, “Oh God, please let my baby live.” That same night an angel of the Lord came to her. The angel said to her “Your child will live. God’s hand is on this child’s life. Your son will grow up and become a mighty warrior in God’s army and he will impact God’s kingdom greatly.” My mother never shared this experience with me until I informed her God instructed me to write a book.

My dad was an alcoholic and a womanizer. My mother continually prayed for him and their marriage. When my mother had my younger brother, Dad began going to church with us. Fortunately, my brother’s birth reconciled my parents’ love for each other. I will never forget the night my father made the decision to accept Christ into his life. He did not walk down to the altar; he ran. All the way to the altar he cried out to God, saying “I’m coming home”.

My father, grandfather, and I were each called by God to preach the gospel. All of us refused to do so when we first recognized our calling. My grandfather and been given the gift of music. He could sing and play the guitar with a depth of heart and soul that could move anyone who listened. Grandfather never answered the call God had on his life. He chose to waste his talent on the ways of the world. At age twenty-one, he developed throat cancer and his larynx was removed. His career as a singer was over. He left my grandmother to raise their four children alone, while he became an alcoholic and a womanizer. He married several more times. He had several major cancer operations and later died at the age of sixty-two.

My father didn’t learn from my grandfather’s mistakes. He accepted Christ but knew he was not doing God’s will. That changed the night he stood over my mother’s deathbed. She had been taken to the hospital because she had food poisoning. The doctor told my father she needed a blood transfusion, otherwise she would die. She was given the wrong blood type and died during the transfusion process. With the sheets pulled up over my mother’s deceased body, my father cried out to God. As he wept, he promised to do God’s will and preach the gospel for the rest of his life if God would bring her back. Instantly my mother’s spirit reentered her body and she lived. My father never went back on his promise to God. He preached and witnessed until the day he died.

During my childhood, my family and I regularly attended church. I would sit in the pew with my mother and siblings while my father stood and preached from the pulpit of a little country church. I have seen more miracles and healings than this book can contain. I have seen God’s love for his people expressed in their daily lives. Those experiences have left me with the abiding faith that God is concerned about every area of our lives, both large and small.

As a child, I saw many miracles. I saw a man who lost sight in one eye due to a childhood accident be restored; a man who had third degree burns over eighty percent of his body be restored. If you did not know him, you would never know he had ever been burned. I saw individuals healed from tumors, and flour bins miraculously replenished. I saw traveling ministers preaching for nothing more than food to eat. They went from town to town, always being obedient to God, never fearing that He would not provide for them.

I know from personal experience that God will provide for those that trust and believe in him.

I have heard doctors exclaim that healings and recovery they have seen could only have been done by the hand of God. At age eighteen, I received the gift of healing and the assurance from my doctor that it was a miracle. My lungs had been scarred from the bout of pneumonia I had as a premature infant and I was sickly growing up as a child. Even the United States military confirmed my healing when I went in for my physical to enter military service. All the x-rays showed healthy lungs. All scarring on my lungs was gone.

Though I had proof of God in every aspect of my life and in those around me, I was still a typical rebellious young man. While in the service of our country, God and I parted ways. I did not want to be told or reminded that God called me to His ministry. I wanted to be free to do what I wanted when I wanted to do it. Isn’t it amazing how shortsighted we become when we decide to walk in rebellion?

I followed a wide path to destruction, doing things my own way. It didn’t take long before I found myself hating everyone and everything. I became very successful at turning a buck and money quickly became my god. I had chosen my path and it had two roads, prison and death. I had become a mean, selfish, and self-centered person. I realize now that during this period of my life the only thing that saved me from death was God’s hand on my life.

I know this now because of a dream my mother had during that period of my life. She later told me about the angel that appeared before her and what he had told her about me. One of the many things he told her was that only prayer could break the chains that kept me in bondage.

My mother woke up my father and told him that they needed to get serious about praying for their son.

Through the love of God and the prayers of my parents, the prodigal son came home (Jonah could not run any longer). All my life I have know many things about my own destiny and what the future holds. One thing I know I must do before the end of this age comes is to go to the wilderness and fast and pray.

God has impressed this on me since my youth. I know that God will sustain me and deliver me through this trail. In the months following this time of fasting and prayer, souls will be converted to Christy and the Holy Spirit will work may miracles.

In this book, I have shared my experience, strength, and hope for our future. I have gone into detail about those things we, as Christians, need to know to build our faith for the trials ahead. I hope to help others deepen their faith toward God as they journey with me through the revelations God has given me concerning our future. For those that do not know Him, I hope they see his love for them within these pages.

Reverend D.C. Bray