WHO DO THEY SAY I AM

By Johnny Richey

Who do you say I am? The ones who heard of Jesus and did not

know who He was, the ones who walked and followed Him knew

who He was. I will testify who He is, and after my testimony, I will

• Language: English
• Publisher: Global Summit House
• Release date: Oct 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781956736632

Johnny Richey

Johnny Richey was born in Portland in the 50s, he grew up in the 60s in a house of nine brothers and sisters. He saw signs that said white only and colored people only in stores and restaurants. As a child he had a lot of blame on others, but when he grew up and became a man he had to start blaming himself for his problems and his struggles in his life. As he says, “ I'm responsible for me as I age in my years and so will you be”.

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WHO DO THEY SAY I AM

Johnny Richey

Copyright © 2021 by Johnny Richey.

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ISBN: 978-1-956736-64-9 (Paperback Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-956736-65-6 (Hardcover Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-956736-63-2 (E-book Edition)

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Contents

Introductioniii

1 The Natural Order1

2 A Criminal Record As Thick As A Phone Book21

3 The Perceptions of Religions 30

4 The Gifts of the Lord47

5 THE DEVIL IN THE PERILOUS TIMES AND HIS WARS OF SUBLIMINAL SEDUCTION53

6 GANG VIOLENCE AND DRUGS - SATAN’S WEB57

7Youths and Drugs, Throwing the Rocks Hiding their Hands79

8 What Is America Missing? The Devil Vs. Jesus82

9The Formula to Implement96

10 Gangs Before Thrasher123

Introduction

This book is dedicated to those who have suffered and lost their loved ones to COVID-19; to the champions and heroes, doctors, nurses, caregivers, police officers, firefighters, and other governmental officials, to all the churches, pastors, and those who are of the Body of Christ and many more who helped to fight this Covid-19 virus. And to you, who followed the rules to wear masks, keeping others and yourselves safe with social distancing, thanks to you who helped the American people stay safe. Thank you, and may God bless us all.

I believe COVID-19 is one of the plagues that are to come upon the earth before the coming of the Lord. If this is true what the American government claims that China is the cause for COVID -19, then this fits the prophecy of Jesus in the book of Matthew. Biological warfare causes wars, and this is a worldwide war to combat viral/germ warfare. Many wars are going on now across this earth, of which millions of people are unaware.

Matthew 24:6-8, And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. All these are the beginning ofsorrows.

Matthew 16:13-21, When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am? And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets. He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am? And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the livingGod.

Who do you say I am? The ones who heard of Jesus and did not know who He was, the ones who walked and followed Him knew who He was. I will testify who He is, and after my testimony, I will ask you, Who do you say He is?

Everything was given to us by Christ. The natural order was given to us by Jesus and to me by my personal relationship with Him, which He accepted. The devil tries to stop our natural order: obedience, faith, love, and commitment to our walk in Christ.

1

The Natural Order

The natural order was eradicated out of my spirit, heart, and state of mind to use drugs which I could not restrain without Jesus’ help. I was too far gone on drugs. I knew I could not become the beautiful person that was in me because my spiritual growth had been stunted and tampered with mentally, spiritually, and emotionally since I used drugs. My toil on the streets and the drugs I abused took my life away from my friends, family, and Jesus.

A caterpillar becomes a beautiful butterfly, but the only way it can become a butterfly stems from the process of going into and coming out of its cocoon. Nevertheless, if we disturb the process in the cocoon, or if we remove the caterpillar from the cocoon, it will die a caterpillar. Its growth process would be interrupted, which affects the transmutation process needed to transform the caterpillar into a butterfly. To interrupt that process would prevent it from flying and showing off its beautiful colors, which nature had given it. When disturbing nature and the natural process of the order of nature’s works in human beings, it also stunts and disturbs the natural order of its transmutations and its instincts, mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Using pills and many other drugs and drinking alcohol all the time became a disturbance in my life.

The psychological events of what could have been good or positive in my life stopped. The walk I had with Jesus and my spiritual developmental process to mature in Him, who I would have become in Him, came to a halt. A man or woman will not develop appropriately until they are fully submitted to the Christ consciousness or the Word of God mentally and spiritually. If the spirits and minds of people are disturbed by drugs and alcohol, their growth and natural beauty will be stunted. This is the same concept that occurs when removing a caterpillar from its cocoon.

If a person’s discipline and obedience in the Word of God is distracted, they will be preoccupied with other labors such as living a street life. Their natural state of mind and spirit and their mental capacities will not fly in the beauty in Christ, nor reach the level of intelligence to the service, love, and compassion for one another and themselves for which nature (or the natural order of nature) intended and have provided.

I had become spiritually cripple because I left the Lord back then. I forfeited what nature had provided. I corrupted and polluted the love I had for Jesus and the walk I had with Him. As a child who grew up in church, I forgot how to share Jesus’ love with others. I didn’t know it at the time, but something was wrong. I started acting out in the streets with violence. Violence and drugs reshaped me, which interfered with my natural process of spiritual growth.

What was stolen from me was the doctrine of a civilized young man from a loving Christian family. Nevertheless, my truth and story must be told. The drugs started distorting and trapping me into my mental psyche, where my spirit and heart abides, and then anxiety and failure set in.

I started trusting in evil doings and worshiping the street life - the people, drugs, cars, the homes, other material things, and coveting others and the money they had. I’ve heard people call on gods I never heard of, but of course, I thought it sounded like they were joking. Regardless of what I thought, it was said and was all natural to them. I didn’t care because I was spaced out of my mind. I was using drugs and worshiping the street life all day and all night for many years.

The Childhood Days

I remember going to church from when I was 3 to 10 years old. It was my two brothers and me, going with my mother to the morning service. My two brothers and I were stairsteps. That’s what they called babies who were born back-to-back. He and I were fourteen months apart. My mother had eleven stairsteps, and her hands were full.

My two brothers and I were about 8-10 years old when my mother allowed us to go to church with other neighboring youths. Every Sunday morning, we went to church, and in the late afternoon, about 4:oo pm, a long purple and white bus would drive through the neighborhood and pick all of us up. That bus drove through all the neighborhoods, picking up kids, and we all would go to church together.

The church was called Apostolic Faith Church. We all loved going to church, and we all loved the Lord, but besides all the loving and churchgoing, many things were happening in my neighborhood. In fact, things were happening in most of the surrounding neighborhoods that were 7 to 10 blocks away from my where I lived.

I’ve seen shootings in our neighborhood, three to be exact, on our own block. One shooting took place right across the street from my family’s house. A 15-year-old was shot dead. We heard the gunshots around about 7 p.m. when it all occurred. We ran to the door to see what happened. My mother opened the door first and then ran across the street. She entered our neighbor’s house, we followed her, and then we all saw our loving neighbor’s son, who had just been shot down by a kid who was still in high school.

The shooter had been bullied all the time by other teens, and he would shoot at them in retaliation. My older brother and six others at the high school used to tease and bully him, too, because the shooter walked with a limp. One of his legs was a little shorter than the other. He had six others on his list to kill, according to the police report.

The strange thing about this shooting was that before it happened, my family was watching TV. There was a knock on the door, and when I went to answer the door, my older brother said, If it’s for me, tell whoever it is that I’m not home!

My two older brothers and sister had a lot of friends and company who came over to my mother’s house all the time. My older brother was looking at one of his favorite movies at the time and didn’t want to be disturbed. I looked the shooter right in his eyes as he approached the door, and I knew him from the neighborhood. He lived not far from our block. Little did we know, he had come to shoot my brother first. Needless to say, I told him that my brother was not home and shut the door. He went right across the street and killed the other person who answered the door. His name was David, and I was about seven or eight years old when it happened.

My mother prayed all day, every day for David’s family and friends. I believe her prays were answered. I do remember that our neighbors from across the street didn’t attend church the way my family did.

James 5:16, Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availethmuch.

Months later, seven houses down from our home was where a stabbing took place. The man died from his injuries. Months later, another shooting took place, but thankfully, the guy lived. All of that violence took place within one year on my block. I have seen drug addicts walking the streets at night, prostitutes, pimps, fights, gambling, alcoholism, ganging banging on the corners on our road, you name it. I had been exposed to that extreme type of violence from the early age of seven years old.

The grade school I attended had a primarily African American population. It was located about eight blocks from my home. We walked to school every day, Monday through Friday, my two brothers, others from the neighborhood, and me.

In 1963 when the segregation laws ended, blacks were bussed out to different grade schools, which I hated. During that time, there was the struggle and challenges of equal rights. We endured the name-calling from white Americans, and it was very harsh during the early 50s and late 60s. I remember Colors Only and Whites Only signs in the stores and restaurants, restrooms, and eating areas throughout Portland, Oregon, where I grew