Prophet Johnson

Hosea 12:10 I have also spoken to the prophets, and I gave numerous visions, and thorough the prophets I gave parables.

After visiting a number of medical doctors over the course of the first few months, a clinical explanation for the strange burning sensations that Joshua experienced never emerged. By now, the searing pain was intensified to the point that he would scream out in agony. Feeling painfully helpless, like the rest of my family, I began to consider the alternatives. Some time ago, my family befriended a Prophet by the name of Prophet Johnson. I initially met him several years earlier, at my first cousin's house. They were prayer partners. He lived about three hours away in some part of Arkansas, but he came down once a month to pray for people in the community and various members of my family as well.

The first time I met him, I was actually pregnant with my daughter, London. My cousin's wife Shena and I had gone to meet him, after my mom told us what a wonderful time she had visiting with them. Shena was experiencing some personal difficulties, so we decided to meet with Prophet Johnson for prayer. In the process, he revealed some things to Shena that left her extremely upset. I reached out to console her and Prophet Johnson instructed me to step away. "There is something going on with your stomach, you're pregnant," he said. He was correct, however, I was not showing yet and no one knew except me. That is when I knew for certain that Prophet Johnson was walking in a special gift. In addition to the information that he conveyed to Shena, how in the world could he know I was pregnant? Therefore, on May 25, 2013, I contacted him. I started explaining my brother's symptoms, and Prophet Johnson literally completed my sentences and my thoughts. After exhausting the entire list of symptoms, he spoke.

"He crossed over something," he said and I asked what he meant. He completed what I was saying and then he started again, "he crossed over something, there's a woman at your brother's church and she does not want him there. She did this to him." Needless to say I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He then told me he would come up the following Saturday to see if he could help.

"You almost waited too late." His last comment terrified me, because this clarified what my mom had suspected all along, witchcraft. I shared what Prophet Johnson had told me only with a few people, My mom and two sisters. We pondered over whether we should share what Prophet Johnson said with my brother or his wife. We ultimately decided against telling them, we would let the Prophet share this with them. This would be the longest week ever.

It was finally Saturday, and Prophet Johnson's visit was highly anticipated by everyone, even my brother who up until this point would not have called a man of this kind for help. It wasn't that he did not believe in prophets, it was just well-known that my brother's belief in the power of prayer was stronger. Prophet Johnson arrived and followed my sister to my Mom's house. Prophet Johnson was a small man, about 5'5. He had dark brown skin and had a somewhat frail appearance. His left arm was in a sling, and he explained that he had just had surgery on his shoulder. You could tell he was all about business, based on the serious look on his face. He arrived at mom's house and immediately began to tell my brother exactly what he told me on the phone several days before. This time he gave a description of the person he thought responsible. My brother was in tears and disbelief as he tried to accept that someone would actually be so hateful as to try to destroy anyone, but especially a man of God. My mom on the other hand was not surprised at all, she had suspected something like this all along. With that being said, not that I was aware, but the church my brother pastored seemed to have some type of history. Apparently, everyone was aware of the history except us. The church was over a hundred years old and was founded by my Great-Great Grandfather. One would think the congregation would have been proud to have the great grandson of their founder as their pastor, but I was dreadfully wrong. This was the source of my mom's hesitancy about my brother becoming the Pastor of this church. My first cousin and another distant cousin had come to my mom's house a few years back when my brother initially became a candidate to pastor the church. My mother conveyed her reluctance about my brother pastoring the Church from day one. Without explanation, she simply stated, "I just don't want him out there." My cousins reassured her.

"We will make sure he is all right. Nothing will happen to him, as long as we are there with him," they promised. They were right. While they were there, he was fine. However, one of my cousins passed away in 2012, just a year after my brother accepted the pastoral position. My other cousin was still an active member, but when her husband was called to pastor a local church, her attendance declined. So unfortunately, after this, things started to fall apart.

During the first visit, we could tell that Prophet Johnson was sincere in his concern and actions to help my brother. He literally spent hours upon hours to loosen the hold this "thing" had on my brother. It was a scary sight as they tossed and turned all over the floor of my Mother's Den, as he demanded evil spirits to "come out." Prophet Johnson was in pain himself because of his recent shoulder surgery, which was a few weeks earlier. He instructed my husband on how to assist by holding his shoulder for him, but it was impossible. My brother's strength was beyond anything we had ever seen. After seeing my brother's condition for the first time, Prophet Johnson admitted that it was far more serious than he thought. He said my brother was demon possessed, which confirmed my suspicions. This was the beginning of the possession and I always believed that Prophet Johnson's early recognition of it awakened the demonic spirit even more. The following days would be difficult ones and the following nights, very sleepless. Still no one could have prepared us for what was to come.

Strange things would start to occur the following week. Joshua left home one day, and upon return, the truck he had just driven suddenly burst into flames, for no apparent reason. The fire started underneath the hood. They tried to open the hood but failed. They had to call the fire department, and...