About the Author - American Revival
Hello! My name is Micha Petty. I am a
32 year old entrepreneur and college student in Shreveport,
Louisiana. I own a small remodeling company, and have a
tendency to travel the US in converted schoolbusses. I manage several web sites in addition to this
one. I am a Southern Christian who believes in liberty for
all. I am the type that- rather than complain about all
the evils in the world- I work wherever I can to effect change-
starting with myself!
If you are indeed interested in contacting me further or
discovering more about my other electronic endeavors,
I would also like to take this opportunity to share with you
my testimony. I have been born-again by the grace and love
of God- and I am honored to have the chance to share my
experience with you. I have been through alot in my life,
and God has certainly been very gracious about many bad
decisions I have made. Here is my story.
grew up in Louisiana, the son of the town flower lady. When I
was twelve, my family and I moved to Minnesota. I left home at
fourteen, due to an unbearable amount of hate in my household,
and began living on the streets. I tried going back to stay with
my mom and her husband a time or two, but it never worked out. I
slept in abandoned buildings sometimes, but mostly I just lived
outside. Panhandling was the only way I ate for that first year.
It was certainly by God’s grace that I did not freeze to death,
or have a host of other things happen to me. I lived on the
streets of Minneapolis those first two years, selling drugs and
living in sin- quite contentedly, I thought at the time.
By the age of sixteen, I felt I had learned just about
everything there was to be learned from being a street kid, so I
set out to see the rest of the country. I hitch-hiked around for
the next several years, eventually getting an old school bus,
and traveling to all but five of the states in the U.S. I made
my living partially as a roadie; building Superbowls and
concerts for everyone from Glen Campbell to the Rolling Stones.
I made the rest of my money by accepting donations from schools
and daycares for telling stories. There are still a few thousand
people that remember me as the long-haired, tie-dyed “Micha the
I learned and told hundreds of old stories from around the
world, each that I felt conveyed lessons of morality and
justice. It seemed I was really making an impact on the world.
It got to the point where almost right away in every new city I
came to someone would recognize me from a hippy gathering or
some such event and know my name. People would come up to me
years after I had last seen them, relaying again how much a
story I had told them had meant to them. After awhile, I got to
seeing myself as many others saw me: a young man- born maybe a
little too late for his time- who was wise beyond his years.
Someone who had captured an indescribable “something more” from
life; always ready with some “age-old story” to shine “light” on
the human plight. This went on until I was twenty-one- until
three o’clock in the morning, June 3rd, 1999, to be exact.
You see, during that time my mother had gotten saved, and she
had a whole church praying for me. Looking back, I didn’t stand
a chance really. The next time I came to visit her, all I heard
was “Jesus this… Jesus that…” and all I wanted to do was run,
let me tell you. I had heard all that stuff before from the
Bible thumpers on the streets of more than one city by then, and
I certainly didn’t want to hear it from my mom. I mean, I used
to tell Bible stories and parables, and I had even felt Jesus
touch me during a near-death experience in the wilderness once,
but this “Jesus” all the time stuff seemed way overboard.
Besides, I didn’t need to be saved- I was living a life of
freedom, going places every day other people only daydreamed
Somehow, though, my mom talked me into coming to church with
her. Speaking that day was a missionary from Nigeria. After
service, He asked those that would like prayer to come up front.
My mom kind of pulled me up there with her, and he cast out the
sprit of wayward living from my life, in Jesus’ Name. Well, that
must have started something, because the next day I was willing
to read a book describing the spiritual battle to take place in
the last days. It has already begun. Somewhere in the course of
reading that book, by the work of the Holy Spirit, it dawned on
me that Jesus was real, and He was knocking on the door of my
life. I looked around at the school bus I lived in, then went
outside and started a fire. I burned all kinds of things. I
burned hundreds of dollars worth of “spiritual” books, music,
various worldly collector’s items, old clothes, even porn
magazines and smoking paraphernalia. The flames were blue and
green and went several feet high. I even went around and tore
off all my new age bumper stickers. All I knew is that a huge
portion of the “cool” things I had surrounded myself with for so
long were contrary to the truth of God.
But I still didn’t have Jesus- or, more accurately, He still
didn’t have me. As a matter of fact, I didn’t yet realize there
was more to Him than just knowing that He was there. Well, the
following night, I stayed up very late watching a several hour
long video from a church in Kansas. They had a man on who had
been a literal witch before he was saved. His family had been in
the occult for seven generations, and he personally was in
charge of over a thousand people by age seventeen. At some point
during the video, as he was describing all the demonic forces
actively at work in the world, something happened. I realized
that- even if I was not on one side or the other personally- two
opposing forces were certainly at work in the world. I realized,
through the work of the God’s Holy Spirit, that day was the
appointed day of salvation. I needed to “get right or get left."
Well, at the end of the video, the pastor came on and asked
anyone who was watching to repeat the prayer of salvation with
him. I did. Then, I turned off the TV and went into the kitchen.
I laid on my face and prayed and cried for I don’t know how
long. I asked Jesus to wash every part of me. I was so sorry.
All I wanted to do was be forgiven for living so selfishly all
my life. For the first time, I truly knew God had created me and
loved me. And I knew I had been ignoring Him all this time. I
cried and poured my soul out to him, and I really did feel
myself die that night. Every cell in my body went numb, and then
something equally extraordinary happened.
As if of it’s own violation, my body reared up onto my hands and
knees and tensed up. All of my tendons and muscles from my loins
up were as tight as steel. My mouth opened as if I were throwing
up, but never have I convulsed with such force. Out of my belly
I could feel what I can only describe as a snake made out of
shadow crawl up through my mouth and then down into the ground.
The next day, I had no desire to smoke or do anything but
worship God. I went to church that night and decided to walk
home, just to be walking with Jesus. Life was sweeter than I had
ever imagined. As a matter of fact, someone else around me said
the prayer of salvation within days, without me even saying
much. It was just so obvious that whatever had happened to me
was wonderful and real.
God had finally showed me that the freedom I had thought I had
was a lie. I was a slave to sin. I thought I was a good man. I
thought I had it together. I thought I was perfectly happy, and
that it would take me winning the lottery to make my life more
complete. What God showed me is that all our righteousness is as
filthy rags before Him. His ways are as far above our ways as
the heavens are above the Earth. I realized that all of our
talking about truth and light and love- even talking about Jesus
and God- accomplishes nothing without Him. God is so gracious
and holy. Darkness and Hell are very real. God really didn’t
create Hell for us to end up in, but we choose to go there if by
no other means than by not having the decency to thank Him for
our lives. Your salvation experience may not be as, well...
drastic as mine- He works with each of us differently, but they
don’t call it being born-again for nothing. Like a phone that is
plugged into a wall but doesn’t have a dial tone- I was dead. I
lived and talked and breathed as if I were alive, but I can tell
you now that life has no meaning without Jesus. If it seems to
you that you are running in circles without Him, you are right.
When we finally look to Him- with the faith that HE gives us- is
when life begins. I praise Him right now for not giving up on
me, though I never even knew I needed Him.
If you have a son or family member who seems as if they will
never be saved, for God’s sake- do not give up. Remember that it
is the Holy Spirit’s job to show them the way, He just uses you
as a street sign, as the case warrants. Keep praying, with all
hope and sincerity, because I can assure you He wants them
saved, too, and you never know when they will happen upon that
gate without even knowing it.
Please, if you don’t know Jesus today- I urge you to talk to
Him. He has been watching you your whole life, just waiting to
be a part of it with you. All he needs is an invitation.
THIS IS WHAT I PRAYED
THAT NIGHT. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW JESUS CHRIST TODAY, PLEASE SAY THIS
PRAYER OUT LOUD, BELIEVING IN YOUR HEART THAT HE IS LISTENING AND
THAT HE WILL FORGIVE YOU:
God, be merciful to me a sinner. Please
forgive me for all my sins. I know Jesus Christ, Your Son, died on
the cross for my sins and rose again. I ask you Jesus to become the
Lord of MY life. Please cleanse me and wash me clean so that I may
spend eternity with you. I renounce all allegiance to the Devil. By
faith, I claim you as my Saviour. Please fill me with Your Holy
Spirit, and save me in the Day of trouble. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
If you have just said that prayer- in faith- you are
a new Creation!! If you would like to talk about your
experience, please feel free to contact me to answer any
questions you may have. First, find a bible and start reading
it– it is the Word of God, and reading it is the best way to
begin growing in understanding (I recommend starting with the
New Testament first). Also, seek out and become a part of a
bible-believing church– you need other Christians to fellowship
with and turn to. God Bless you, and thank you
for letting me share this with you.