A Prophet Called from Childhood
My name is Nathan, and I was born in Dallas, Texas in 1982. I grew up in a Christian home, but my journey with the Lord began in a way that would mark my entire life.
When I was just four years old, I had a vision that changed everything. I was taken to heaven in a chariot, and when I entered, I saw Jesus looking at me with the most beautiful smile and pure love in His eyes. At first, I couldn’t see Him clearly because the light shining from His face was so bright. But as my eyes adjusted, I saw His eyes filled with nothing but pure, unconditional love.
I found myself standing before the throne of God. The Father’s voice spoke from what appeared to be a spirit sphere—as if He was containing Himself to protect me from His full glory. Then He called my name: “Nathan.”
The moment He spoke my name, I fell to my knees under the weight of His power. Everything in heaven stopped and turned toward the throne. Then God the Father spoke these words that would become my life’s mission:
“Nathan, my son Jesus is coming back soon. Prepare My people for His coming.”
He also gave me a precious promise: “Don’t worry about your family, for they will be saved.”
Even at four years old, I felt such overwhelming love and belonging in that place. I didn’t want to return to earth. But God told me I would be with Him soon, and that I had a mission to complete.
A Life Marked by the Supernatural
From that moment forward, my entire life has been marked by:
- Angelic visitations and encounters
- Demonic encounters and spiritual warfare
- Healing ministry – praying over people and watching God heal them
- Prophetic words spoken over people throughout my life
- Visions and dreams from the Lord
Multiple prophets who didn’t know each other have given me powerful prophetic words about the great things God would do through my life. Angels have visited me and told me they can’t wait to see what God is going to do—they’re excited about my future.
My life has been set apart, marked for God’s purposes. But like many called by God, my journey has had both mountain tops and valleys.
The Crisis: When I Walked Away
When I was 18 years old, I faced a crisis of faith. I thought everything was good in my family and church, but suddenly I became aware of abuse, divorces, and broken families all around me. I began to question: “If God loves us so much, why is He allowing innocent people to get hurt? Why are families being destroyed?”
This question consumed me. One night, at midnight, I walked across the street into the woods and cried out to God:
“Everything You’ve given me—I don’t want any part of it! All the prophetic words You’ve spoken over my life, all the incredible miracles I’ve experienced—I don’t want nothing to do with it!”
I rejected my calling. I rejected the promises. I rejected everything.
Three Years in the Wilderness
What followed was a three-year depression that nearly cost me my life:
Year 1: God kept calling me back. I would hear His voice, but I ignored it.
Year 2: His voice started to fade.
Year 3: I couldn’t hear Him anymore. Silence.
I cut off all my church friends. I went to church but was just going through the motions. I made worldly friends and started drinking and partying, especially after I turned 21. The depression hit me so hard that I reached a breaking point.
I was working at UPS at night and going to college during the day. One night, I planned to buy a gun for $500, leave work, drive to Mountain Creek Lake, and end my life on the bridge.
The Night God Saved My Life
That night, I was driving to work in my parents’ white Astro van, listening to rap music. But suddenly, I had a thought: “Let me change it to the Christian station to see what worship songs are playing.”
I turned the radio to 94.1 KLTY.
The first song that came on was “The Heart of Worship” by Matt Redman:
“I’m coming back to the heart of worship,
And it’s all about You, it’s all about You, Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it,
When it’s all about You, it’s all about You, Jesus”
In that moment, a wave of God’s love hit me. Not condemnation. Not anger. Pure, overwhelming love.
Wave after wave after wave of His love flooded that van. I had to pull over to the side of the road because tears were streaming down my face so much I couldn’t see.
I felt like the prodigal son. I didn’t feel worthy of His love or His promises. I cried out to God:
“I’ll come back, but I don’t deserve any of the promises You gave me. I don’t deserve the calling You have on my life. I don’t deserve the prophetic words. Just let me be the least of these—I’d be happy being a janitor for the rest of my life.”
But the Holy Spirit said:
“NOPE. Not only am I going to RESTORE the promises and the calling I have on your life, but now I’m going to bring them into INCREASE. I’m going to use you in such a POWERFUL way.”
My life has never been the same since that night. Yes, I’ve made mistakes since then—I’m human. But my life was forever marked by that encounter with God’s relentless love.
Coming Out of the Cave
I’m now 43 years old, and I feel like I’ve been in a cave my whole life—like David running from Saul. But now, God is calling me to come out of the cave and step into my calling as the prophet He’s called me to be.
That’s why I’m starting this blog.
My Heart for Prodigals
I have a deep, burning heart for prodigals—those who have walked away from God, who feel unworthy, who think they’ve gone too far.
Why? Because it’s God’s heart for them.
God keeps telling me that prodigals are going to return home in a powerful way. He’s going to use them in ways that will confound the wise—even the church. Like the verse says, “God uses the foolish things to confound the wise” (1 Corinthians 1:27).
I believe these returning prodigals will become some of the greatest prophets and evangelists this world has ever known.
I have a heart for them because I too have been a prodigal. I understand the pain, the shame, the feeling of unworthiness. But I also know the relentless love of the Father who runs to meet us when we turn toward home.
My Mission: Sounding the Watchman’s Cry
Through this blog, I want to:
- Share the visions and dreams God gives me
- Release prophetic words for the church, the world, and all people
- Call prodigals home with the message that God’s love never fails
- Prepare God’s people for the return of Jesus Christ
The message God gave me at four years old is still my mission today:
“Prepare My people for His coming.”
Jesus is coming back soon. The time is short. The harvest is ripe.
This is my watchman’s cry.
Join Me on This Journey
Whether you’re a believer who needs encouragement, a prodigal who’s far from home, or someone seeking to know God’s heart—you’re welcome here.
God’s love is relentless. His mercy is new every morning. And His plans for you are greater than you can imagine.
Let’s journey together as we prepare for the greatest event in human history: the return of our King.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” — Jeremiah 29:11
Welcome to Brother Nathan’s Watchman’s Cry.