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I am Pastor Samuel Richardson, born on May 9, 1927, in Ocala, Florida. I have one brother, Elijah Richardson, and a sister, Rosetta Richardson. I am just a meager servant of God that is not worthy of the gift that God has given me. I am not an educated man. I have never known my parents, and sometimes I feel that I am all alone in this world. I sometimes wonder why I have been given the gift of prophecy and healing when I sometimes feel that I am not equipped to minister this precious gift. I feel that if I were more educated, people would accept what I have to say.
There have been times that I did not tell a person what God had told me to tell them because I felt inadequate and could not approach that person because of their status. Later I realized that I could have saved them from pain and hurt if I had been confident enough to approach them. I know that this is a way that Satan tries to push me off track, but through fasting and praying, I press on. I do realize that God gives his gift to whomever he desires, and it requires no special skills to receive his precious mercy, love, and gifts.
I am writing this book with the hope that it will encourage others to press forward and do God's will no matter how inadequate they might feel. Now at the age of ninety, I still regret not being educated and having family as others. I often wonder where my uncle, cousins, nieces, and nephews are and why I do not have family to attend a family reunion. It sometimes makes me feel empty and very sad.
"I have planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase" (1 Corinthians 3:6).
