This story is 100% true.
On Wednesday April 24, 1996, a baby boy was born into the world. This boy’s names was Maurice Echols II (Reese For short) this boy is me. I was born blind, partially deaf, with cerebral palsy, and he had a blood disorder called Hereditary Spherocytosis. No one knew it yet but Reese was a Special baby, God was going to use me in big ways.
When I was 7 1/2 months old, my parents took me to Cincinnati looking for my dad’s father’s family. So we went to a church that my grandfather went too trying to see if anyone there knew him. At the end of service, the pastor said,
“There is a lady here with a blind baby, please bring that baby up.”
So, my mother brought me up to the pastor. The pastor said,
“May I lay hands on your baby?”.
My mom was hesitant at first but then she let him.
The pastor laid his hand on me and asked God to open my eyes to the natural world and the spiritual world. And it didn’t happen immediately, it took some time. That’s what people most people don’t understand. God can heal you instantly, but sometimes he chooses to do it slowly and sometimes he heals you by calling you home to heaven. So that’s what he did with me, he healed me slowly.
Three weeks went by, and I hadn’t been healed yet or so everyone thought. One night my mom was giving me a bath and she started tossing bath toys pretending that I could see. And that’s when my eyes opened up. She threw this green rubber ducky and I followed it. Then she tossed a red rubber ducky and I followed it with my head. Then I started playing with bubbles which I had never seen before.
My mom leaned in, and I just busted out laughing. And she grabbed me out of that bathtub and started screaming for my dad. My dad came in and he was yelling at my mom, “you’re scaring him” and snatched me out of her arms.
Then I looked right up at my dad and grabbed his face and gave him this giant smile. And he believed I could see. Right behind my dad was Jesus. And I saw Jesus and angels every day. I started seeing angels and demons on the regular. I used to see just angels but when I turn 4 I started seeing everything.
I think at least one year went by till my ears were healed. One night we decided to go to world harvest. In the middle of service my ears just started burning. It was like my ears were on fire and my mom said that my ears were burning up. I started screaming and crying and pastor Rod Parsley called us up and said that this baby’s ears are healed.
When I was 4 I got tired of not being like a normal boy, so while at church I told my pastor that I wanted to be healed. And he responded with the most stupid question that I had ever heard. He said,
“Reese, what would you like me pray over you for?”
and I told him,
“If my God can make my eyes work, I know He can make my bones work.”
Before he could even lay his hands on me, I went down. The room felt like the building was on fire. There was snow outside and when they opened the windows, all the snow around the building melted. And one by one each muscle and bone popped up and into the correct position.
When I was 5, I had to get my spleen removed. The surgery went great, or so we thought. An artery in the back of my stomach ruptured and I bled to death.
I remember going to heaven and walking outside the gates of heaven with Jesus. He held me in his arms and told me how much he loves me and that he has big plans for me. I wanted to go through the gates, and He told me that it is not my time yet, that I had to go back home. And I started falling and next thing I know I’m back in my body, and I sit up gasping for air on the operating table.
It turns out that after the nurse found me in my room passed out and blood coming out my mouth. They rushed me to emergency surgery. The surgeon said that I died on the operation table, and that God told her not to give up on me.
When I was 6 my babysitter’s boyfriend killed his son and tried to break into our apartment. During that time, Jesus appeared in my bedroom. The guy tried everything to get into our apartment. He used a crowbar, a sledgehammer, a shotgun everything. He even tried to kick the door in. the door didn’t even budge. When the police showed up. They found the crowbar bent in half, the shotgun wouldn’t work, and the hammer broken. Nothing he did to get in worked.
When I was 7, I was molested by my babysitter and raped by my friend’s dad. God was with me that entire time. They threatened to kill me and to kill my parents. My babysitter and her girlfriend made child pornography and forced us to carry it down to [name removed] house. But God was with us and kept us safe. When we finally told, [name removed] got arrested but my babysitter and the detective were friends and she got off the hook. The detective was in on the whole thing, but it’s in God’s hands now.
When I was 8, I was at [name removed] Baptist Church and this lady named Mary and my mom were talking, and all of a sudden Mary gets mad and points to the table that I am sitting on, and that table and I go flying. Mary was a witch, the first of many that I would encounter, and I was so scared. Next thing I know I am being caught by an angel and put carefully on the ground. Then all hell breaks loose literally. Demons start coming from everywhere. For every demon, there were four angels. So, imagine how crazy it was. It was so cool and scary.
When I was 9, I was sent to the hospital with a dangerously high fever, and when I got to the hospital nothing was wrong. When we left, I got super sick, and then when we went back in, I was fine. This went on for about 2 hours. Then I decided to go pray for this girl who broke her leg and her arm. And as I was praying, her arm and leg were healed. Through me God cleared that entire emergency room.
When I was 10, I started preaching at nursing homes. It was one of my favorite things to do. I got to tell people about Jesus and be around old people. It was fun.
When I was 11 and 12, I started going to pray for people who were dying in hospice. Sometimes God would heal them there, and sometimes God would heal them by calling them home to heaven. But I loved it.
When I was 13, I don’t really remember that much from when I was 13 but I know God was very present in my life.
When I was 14, I went to a school called [name removed] academy. That school was the most evil school that I went to. I mean spiritually evil. The school administrators were not aware that the church where the school was, was covered in demons and curses. I was scared to leave my classroom or be in the class by myself. That’s where I really learned that our word really do have power.
For one whole week, I was being taunted and tortured by five demons. They were telling me that Jesus hates me and that I will die alone and that I will never amount to anything and that I have no friends that nobody really likes me. One day, one of the demons threw me on the floor and the other four pined me down and the demon that threw me down started choking me.
Out of nowhere I screamed in the name of Jesus get off of me. And I broke free. And they went flying back. They started to run at me, and I screamed Jesus Help me and next thing I know, the room was filled with angels and Jesus appeared and the demons started screaming with fear. And Jesus told them to go and do not return. And they did.
When I was 15, I started being a stupid teenager. I was just straight up stupid. I started putting other things before God. And that was not right it was a sin. People called me out on it a lot, but I told them to mind their own business. I started putting Michael Jackson before God. I put him before God for the longest. And God just kept on tugging on my heart telling me to come back to Him.
When I was 16, nothing really changed, but I was under a lot of attack.
Everything changed when I turned 17, the closest thing to a real grandpa that I ever had, Carl Peters died, I started wanting to be closer to God.
Now I am 18, I am getting rid of all idols. I am going to trust God more. All of the miracles He has done in my life, I am going to focus on Him because He is the higher power, He is the Creator of the universe and everything in it, He is the Alpha and Omega the beginning and the end. I will praise Him for ever and ever.