My Rainbow History
Beloved friends, as you are probably aware, God has initiated a movement through our ministry called Taking The Rainbow Back. As my Partner, I felt that it was important to share with you how God has been preparing me "for such a time as this."
From the very beginning (over 40 years ago), the rainbow has been a central part of my faith. In fact, early in my walk with the Lord, I literally decorated my bedroom with rainbow color sheets and hung them all from the ceiling so that I was surrounded by rainbow colors. I even had tennis shoes that were decorated with all the colors of the rainbow that I would wear during some of the Jewish holidays.
When I first began filming Discovering The Jewish, 20 years ago in Toledo, Ohio; I had my first set designed in rainbow colors.
At that time, I was clueless that the rainbow had been falsely claimed by the LGBTQ community. All I knew was that God had manifested His beauty and glory to me through rainbow imagery—and that was all that mattered.
So, my association with the rainbow goes back over 40 years. I want you to understand that I'm not just doing this to have a cause. I am doing this because the rainbow is a manifestation of God's life and glory. But as a result of the LGBTQ agenda, God's people have shrunk away from understanding the rainbow’s original purpose and promise.
My Acts Chapter 2 Experience
Three years after I first came to know the Lord, which happened in 1978, I had an experience that marked me for the rest of my life. In 1981, being a relatively new believer, I was going through a season of real and deep repentance. The Lord had saved me out of the world, and there were many things in my life that he wanted to clean up. I was sitting in a chair one day, continuing to “sit on the Potters wheel” not really expecting anything to happen, when all of a sudden, the Spirit of the Lord manifested Himself above my head in all the colors of a rainbow.
It was literally a living Spirit of Life. I could not have helped the experience along, nor could I have stopped it. In an instant, the Lord manifested above my head; the presence of His Spirit was twirling right on top of my head in all of the colors of the rainbow. It was very powerful and beautiful. It was brilliant! It was very amazing! It was supernatural!
Then instantly, He came through my head and took possession of my inner man, and I audibly heard the voice of the Spirit speak into me and through me these words:
"I am a servant."
Beloved, that encounter marked me, and I am still trying to fully understand what all the Lord was showing me that day. I have been praying since 1981 to better understand this heavenly encounter and receive a deeper revelation of the words He spoke to me: “I am a servant.”
Afterward, if I was not already sold out to God (which I thought I was), I knew I absolutely had to give my life over to Him completely. I was done with everything else in life. I only wanted to live completely and solely for God—no turning back.
God Assured Me It Was the Right Decision
Shortly after I proposed to Cynthia, I was lying down one afternoon, looking out the window and thinking of my future bride, Cynthia. Suddenly in my mind’s eye, I saw a road in front of me, and at the end of it was Cynthia with a rainbow over her. I felt like the Lord was saying, “Cynthia is the right path for you, and My promise and blessing is over this marriage.” God knew how important the rainbow was to me because of His previous use of the rainbow in my life and so He chose to communicate His will to me in this way.
A Spiritual River
About two months before we got married, I had a dream that significantly marked me. I found myself in a rectangular room, maybe forty feet long by twenty-five feet wide. It was dark. There was a window on one wall and another window on the opposite wall. Immediately, bursting through one of the windows, all the colors of the rainbow streamed into the room. The light had substance, like a thick, three-dimensional crepe-paper streamer you would string across the room for a birthday party. It was alive, moving, and flowing like a spiritual river. It appeared to be about a foot and a half from top to bottom and entered deep into the room. I knew it was the same Spirit that, several years before, had appeared above my head, filled me, and spoken the words “I am a servant” into my inner man. I started walking toward it, knowing it was God.
I then followed the Spirit of Life to the window it had entered the room through and stuck my head out to see what was there. All I saw was color, an eternity of color. It was like when you look up at the sky on a cloudless day and see only blue, except instead of seeing just blue, like you would in the natural—everywhere was color. Again, I knew it was the Spirit of God, and I called out to Him:
"Come and live inside me."
Then I clearly heard from deep within me, from what felt like my interior stomach area, the word “eternity.” Immediately after I heard the word “eternity” the dream shifted...
I was now looking out the window on the opposite side of the room. There, all I saw was chaos. If you have ever seen the movie The Wizard of Oz, you may recall that when the cyclone came, Dorothy looked out the window, and all she saw were things randomly swirling in the wind. What I saw was like that—randomness and chaos.
Right at that moment, the dream shifted again. Now I was walking down a street, and I was very calm, not thinking about anything. I came to an intersection, and there was a car there that had clearly been in an accident. As I approached, I saw that there was a man, and he was lying half inside and half outside of the car. His body was in one piece, but his legs and midsection were still in the car, and the rest of him lay on the street. He had burns all over himself from the car wreck. I also saw that he was dark-skinned—at the time, I thought he was African American.
Without any thought or hesitation, I stretched my hand out toward him, and the rainbow colors that I had asked to come and live inside me earlier in the dream flowed out of my fingertips toward the man. As the colors touched him, they healed him. Then the dream ended.
This happened almost 40 years ago, but lo and behold, now I find myself reaching African people all over the world, including hundreds of thousands on the ground when we travel to Africa to conduct outreaches. We have seen tens of thousands of souls saved and thousands physically healed.
Pictured at 13 years old, for my bar mitzvah at Park Synagogue in Cleveland, Ohio, wearing my prayer shawl. The prayer shawl I wore was a standard blue and white Tallit as you can see below.
But in 1986 I customized it and put the rainbow colors on it. This prayer shawl is literally my bar mitzvah prayer shawl that I personalized. This is how important the rainbow has been to me because of the supernatural experience I had when the Spirit of God appeared as living light swirling above my head.
You can see below that I actually decorated a pair of shoes in rainbow colors that I have worn during the Feast of Tabernacles.
Enough is enough. It is time for us to stand up and do what is right!