I was going across the border at Fort Erie back in 1996. I
was going to pray for a friend at the hospital in Buffalo. It was about 10pm
and I got brought inside to immigration to explain my entry into the US. When I
went inside there was only one man on duty. In the waiting area there was a
large Spanish looking family also being questioned but was currently just
sitting in the chairs talking. They had several children and all seemed
oblivious to me and just kept talking to each other and seemed unconcerned. As
I began to talk with the Border Services officer a felt a great anointing come
on me. I was watching the officer and he seemed to be melting under the weight
of it and could not lift his head up. I felt very elated and unconcerned about
the outcome. My face felt like it was on fire and wondered if I looked like
Moses when he came down from the mountain. Eventually the officer just passed
back my passport without finishing and told me to go. It was also then I had
noticed the room had gone deathly quiet. As I turned towards the Spanish
looking family I was shocked at what I saw. They were now gathered all together
on what appeared to be two chairs. I never saw such fear on people’s faces as I
turned and looked at them. They were completely silent and every eye was on my
eyes unlike the officer who couldn’t lift his head to look at me. I never
smiled at the family, just walked out the door like I owned the place.
Similar events like this happened several times over the
years as God protected me.
