Charlie was a gifted leader in our church, with an incredible sense of humor. We worked together often doing construction and remodeling on old homes in Newburyport.  He was a skilled carpenter and a close friend.  His mother was an incredibly dynamic teacher in the school system, and raised Charlie, his brother and sister being one of very few black families in Newburyport. 

During the time when we were working on his mother’s home, one evening I was dreaming and taken in my spirit to Charlie’s mother’s bedroom.  Standing there in the middle of the repair work with my tool belt on I was called into the adjoining room.  Entering the room, I saw a huge figure standing in the far corner holding out a piece of paper toward me.  I looked down and two female breasts were on my chest.  They were real! “This is not right!” was all I could say, as I walked to the figure now coming closer to me. 

I knew that it was an angel.  He handed me the paper.  It was my birth certificate.  Near the bottom, “male” was crossed out and over it was handwritten “female”.  “Whether I made you male or female, I have called you to the same mission,” came His voice.

Now I was very wide awake! And for the rest of the night was having flashbacks to some really bad behavior and attitudes.  One particular family flashback was travelling with my mother and father when I was six or seven years old, and my father backing out of a toll booth in New Jersey because a woman was collecting the toll.

Acts 2:17 (NASB)
17  ‘AND IT SHALL BE IN THE LAST DAYS,’ God says, ‘THAT I WILL POUR FORTH OF MY SPIRIT ON ALL MANKIND; AND YOUR SONS AND YOUR DAUGHTERS SHALL PROPHESY, AND YOUR YOUNG MEN SHALL SEE VISIONS, AND YOUR OLD MEN SHALL DREAM DREAMS;