In my last post, “Christmas 2025,” posted on December 25th, I presented a Christmas poem written by my golden friend of fifty years, Evangelist Perrin (see “Christmas 2025”). In the post, I stated that Evangelist Perrin writes an annual Christmas poem that began in a Creative Writing class that God blessed me to teach during my church’s yearly Convocations, somewhere between 1977 and 1981. I mentioned that Evangelist Perrin has continued to write an annual Christmas poem for approximately fifty years. Well, I have a surprise for you. Sis. Perrin is not the only student from those classes who has continued to write under the anointing of the Holy Ghost. Another student has done the same.
Missionary Christine Lockett Fielder, my biological sister, started writing under the power of the Holy Ghost during one of those Creative Writing classes in the ’70s, and she has also continued to do so for about fifty years. She is literally the first person that God allowed me to win to the Lord.
My sister and I, though raised in the same household, grew up with something of an adversarial relationship. My grandmother, to maintain control over me as a somewhat rebellious teenager, demanded that I take my sister with me everywhere I went. If I left Granny’s watchful eye, Cookie, her nickname since childhood, had to be with me. For example, if my friends and I were allowed to go to the Tennis Court or to the beach, my sister, two years younger than me, had to go too. Then, when we got home, Granny would “pick” Cookie about our activities. That was a terrible burden for my sister, who was forced to be my personal “snitch”. She was quiet, lonely, had few friends, and was very much resented by my friends and me. At that time, I could not see her pain from her point of view because she was my personal “thorn in the flesh”. But God fixed our relationship instantly when He saved me and filled me with the Holy Ghost.
When I got saved, I discovered I loved my little sister with a deep, abiding love that surprised me. I wanted her to experience what God had done for me. So, what did I do? I jumped on a plane to Houston, told her of my salvation, and did what the woman at the well of John 4:29 did when she cried to the citizens of Samaria, “Come see a Man.” I told her about the late Apostle Lobias Murray, who preached me out of my sins. She was curious but doubtful that God would fill her with the Holy Ghost. As we entered the church doors, I introduced many of my new friends to my sister, saying, “She’s going to get the Holy Ghost today!” She looked at me and said, “Stop telling people that I’m getting the Holy Ghost today. I might not get it!” I smiled and stopped talking, but I knew that it was her day to be filled. Guess what happened. God filled her with the Holy Ghost in Sunday School.
Although she heard herself speak with other tongues as the Spirit gives utterance, she still had doubts about the reality of her infilling. However, God removed all doubts about what He had done that very night. She was asleep in my guest bedroom when God gave her a dream. We wore Afros at the time, and in the dream, she saw her Afro, whole and healthy. Then she saw two nail-scarred hands lowering a victor’s crown, like the green wreaths of gladiator days, upon her head. She praised God that night for what He had done, and she has not looked back on the world since. All her doubts were settled.
As a master-level educator, Missionary Fielder loves to teach. She is also a prophetess, and we have had some amazing joint supernatural experiences. On two separate occasions, we co-experienced a vision, each seeing it at the same time. We call ourselves “twins-in-the-spirit” because we often share experiences in our lives that are incredibly similar. That continues today. Her prophetic life has been a blessing to many. A review of some of our joint supernatural ventures will be presented in my upcoming book, Free Bus Tickets to Heaven.
Missionary Fielder and I went through a period when we both wrote songs. One of her songs is featured on my Facebook page as I discuss how God prepared my oldest brother for Heaven. It is titled “I Thank the Lord.” See the post “How God Got My Brother John’s Attention.” Missionary Fielder writes the obituaries for the church that she attends and is often called upon to write obituaries for their sister churches. In 2013, she published a book titled Passage Into Death Without Fear: Hope for the Final Passage. The book brings comfort and calms the hearts of the Saints of God as they approach their final passage from life on earth into life in Heaven. It also encourages unsaved individuals to avoid the horrors of Hell. She is also the author of many beautiful poems. Some of the poems featured in the book are “Comes the Time,” “New Year,“ and “Gift of Love.”
Following is an excerpt from her book concerning my third brother, James, as he faced death following years of quadriplegia because of an automobile accident. It is her personal encounter with God when He told her of our brother’s impending death. Let’s read and listen to the excerpt in her voice.
I would like to share a personal experience that shows how I know God does not want us to be afraid of the final passage called death. My youngest brother, James Lockett, was paralyzed as a result of a car accident. God had prepared my sister, Alfreda, and me by letting us know through visions that he was ready to take James home to be with Him. The following is the vision that God gave me. I was dressed and about to walk out my front door when I felt an urging in my Spirit to kneel and pray. I went into my bathroom to pray and closed the door.
God showed me a vision of my brother James lying on the floor on a cross. His position was similar to the position that Jesus was in, as the Roman soldiers nailed Him to his cross. The difference between the two was that James’ eyes were closed and his arms were folded across his chest. As I looked, God began to speak to me.
“This sacrificial body has suffered for a long time, and now I am ready to take him into my rest”.
I knew what “rest” meant, and I didn’t want to hear those words. My family and I had been praying that God would heal my brother from his paralysis and then raise him up. I did not want to hear that he was going to die. I decided that I had a choice about the matter. I rose up, put on my coat, shook my head, and turned to walk out the door as I said, “Not my brother!” Instantly, I heard a voice, as though it were a megaphone in my ceiling, saying,
“I SAID IT!”
The voice was so loud and clear and forceful that I literally turned around to see who had spoken to me! Those three words sent a chill reverberating through my being that I shall never forget. From the words that I heard, I understood that God had been merciful to me to prepare me for my brother’s impending death. He had allowed me the privilege of preparing myself to be a help to the rest of the family. I also understood that what was going to happen would happen with or without my acceptance. God was angry with me. How dare I reject God’s word! I cried out, asking for forgiveness. God gave me another chance to do His will.
That was a powerful passage from her book. Could you feel her chill as she was rebuked by God, as I did? Following that experience, God used Cookie to strengthen and encourage my brother and all family members as we navigated James’s passage into death. I encourage you to get a copy of this encouraging book. It is available through Barnes & Noble, Xlibris, and Walmart. May God continue to bless Missionary Fielder’s writing efforts.
Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ. Philippians 1:6