my spiritual journey

my road to emmaus

he opened TO ME the scriptures

I was born and raised in Jamaica in a Christian home. However, at age fifteen, while still in high school, I went against the grain and embraced the Rastafarian faith and culture, a movement frowned upon at the time by most Jamaicans  who regarded it as a bad influence. I left school in 1975 at the age of 16. Further on, as I mellowed and in my late twenties, I became a member of the Twelve Tribes of Israel  Organization founded by Rastafarian elder Vernon Carrington a.k.a. Prophet Gad. One year later, quite unexpectedly, Christ revealed Himself to me in a vision.


In this vision I saw a pair of hands holding an open bible descending towards me from the heavens. It came to rest in front of me, remaining there until I awoke from the dream.  Needless to say, I was very puzzled by this strange dream wondering what it meant. Two weeks later everything became clear to me when I recalled from the Gospels the two disciples on the road to Emmaus.


They were returning from Jerusalem and discussing the events of the crucifixion when Christ joined them on the road. At first, they did not recognize Him until that same evening at the table when He broke bread and gave to them. Then He vanished, after which, one remarked to the other, “Did not our heart burn within us, while He talked with us by the way, and while He opened to us the scriptures?” [Luke 24:32]

These words were the key to opening my eyes. However, there was a bit of humble pie for me to eat because with the understanding came the same sobering rebuke that Christ gave to those disciples back then, “How foolish you are, and how slow to believe all that the prophets have spoken!” [v.25]

Seven years later, in 2006, I was received into the Orthodox Church where I had a second significant encounter with my Lord that I wish to tell here. During prayer one night, I heard a still, small but very clear voice coming from the midst of me, seven words I will never forget: “I want you to die for Me.”


Though this was unexpected and surprising, I was not scared but since then I have been dying daily, completely changing my lifestyle. This includes attending Liturgy on Sundays and on Feast Days as well as chanting the Saturday evening services with the choir.  My roots reggae journey continues as a channel for sharing this spiritual transformation.

my testimony

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