The Day I Saw God

By Hans Mowrey

How would you react if someone told you they had seen God? The Scripture immediately comes to mind that no one may see God and live. What if that means that to see God, you must first die? If you are a believer, the Scripture says that you were crucified with Christ, and it is no longer you that live but Christ who lives in you. Could it be that God desires to show himself to all who believe? In this book, The Day I Saw God, a man lays out the experience he had with God and what it has meant to him and his life so far. The life-altering experience is an invitation for each believer to experience more of God. With God, there is always more. The hope of the author is that every person who reads this account will have an increased appetite for the things that God has prepared for the believer. Scripture says that God has prepared good works for us to do since before the foundation of the world. We need to experience more of God to be able to accomplish these things. They will not be accomplished by human knowledge, wisdom, or understanding. We must have the godly wisdom, knowledge, and understanding to accomplish all that God desires for us to do. We must be baptized in His fire, which is His passion, to set us ablaze for the work we are called to accomplish. It is the sincere hope of the author that this book is anointed and will bring each reader face-to-face with the loving God who loves each of us more than we can imagine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781098093914

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Chapter 1

The Fire Falls

One particular Sunday night, I was attending a service at my local church with a small number of people. There were about ten or twelve including myself. The minister that night was not the head pastor of the church, but he was a person I had been in and out of church with over the years. This minister had a ministry that I valued. Word of his Sunday night services was partly responsible for me attending this particular church.

On this particular night, I can’t tell you what the actual message that he was bringing was about. Somewhere in the first part of his teaching session, a peculiar event happened to me. As the teacher was teaching, he stopped seemingly in midsentence. He looked directly into my eyes and said…

Let me back up a little. When I was a child, my mother took me to the Baptist church every time the doors opened, or so it seemed. I was a rambunctious little boy with two older siblings. The oldest was a brother, Paul. He was seven and a half years older. My sister was next. She is three and a half years older than me. So you can see, I am the baby of the family. Some of my first memories were of this little Baptist church. Church was a hard place for me. I had to sit still and quiet. Impossible! I usually got smacked before service was over. It seemed like forever! Even though it was hard for me to sit still and be quiet, I will always have a fondness in my heart for that little church, for it is where I walked the aisle to accept Jesus at the tender age of four years old.

My mother was actually the one who lead me to Christ. One morning in the wee hours, I got up and found her sitting in a chair in the living room. I had awoken from a dream that scared me, and I went and sat in her lap. She comforted me, and then and there, as she instructed me, I asked Jesus into my heart. I told her I didn’t want to walk the aisle at church. I thought I would be too scared to do it, but when Sunday came around, I couldn’t wait to walk that aisle. As a matter of fact, I had a really hard time sitting through the service. I never thought I would be so glad to hear the old Baptist standby altar call hymn Just As I Am. I almost ran to the front! Thank God for godly mothers.

Occasionally Dad would go to church with us. I always wanted to do what dad was doing, so when Dad would go to church, it somehow seemed more serious. Dad usually went fishing on Sunday. But when he did go to church, it seemed that it was possible for me to sit still and quiet. Funny how that worked. There were times and seasons where it seemed Dad would go to church with us. It made me walk a little taller. There was a pride in being there when Dad was there. I didn’t realize until much later that my dad was leading. If he was at church, I wanted to be at church. When Dad went fishing on Sunday, that is where I wanted to be. But even when Dad went fishing, it seemed Mom usually took me to church.

When I was seven, my dad left the family. He found a family that had children much the same as we were, one young boy about my age; a middle girl, about my sister’s age; and an older boy, a couple years younger than my older brother. When Dad left, it was around Thanksgiving time, but he came back for about a month then left for good around Christmas time. I awoke on Christmas morning, all happy and looking forward to opening the presents around the tree. When I got to the living room, it seemed no one else was happy. I didn’t know why, but Mom was crying. Paul and Stephanie were gloomy too. I asked where Dad was and got no answer that I remember. It was weird to me, and I didn’t understand, and no explanations were given.

My dad remained a part of my life until he passed away in 2018. We worked together, fished together, and went on