A promise is to declare that one will give or do or not to do something.  Christ had promised me eternal life. Now I was to promise him something in return.  

He had made a covenant with me by his sacrifice and through his love.  Christ was to reveal all of heaven's beauty through himself to my soul. I thought it only right to give allegiance to his cause here on earth.

His promise was written in the foundation of his scriptures which no one could change and nothing could defeat. His moment of regeneration had awakened me to the very real power of his Holy Spirit. With that Spirit we are conquerors with him as the victor.

My promise started the moment I was taken from his seat of learning to be left in my right mind. I pondered all that he had shown me. The sign of my seal for my promise was a rainbow that arched the sky. 

I knew that he had heard me. The reason for this sign was God had also made a promise with that coloured bow to one he knew well.

I began my journey and with difficult times ahead God prepared my path. He gave me first of all a little indication of what would be required from me and then another and then another. After a while I became used to God's company. In his different forms of assurance that I was given I grew in a private personal knowledge God was with me.

I left my home to visit a relative. During the night a signal was given to me and my heart burned within me. Tonight I was to walk with God. I left my place of abode and travelled through the city. A deep sense of prayer was given to my soul and as always Christ was preparing me for the challenge ahead.

I was unsure as to what exactly it was that God was ordering in this walk I just followed his footsteps. I was led to another city and again another deep sense of prayer was given to my soul. When I became uncertain I trusted in God.

He led me to a train station. With little money I boarded a train. The weather closed in. I think it was late October and the snow was beginning to fall. There was no train connection for this journey. I took the situation before the Lord and as I stepped onto the platform of my destination I knew with certainty that God had led me here.

I walked the streets of the town to which I had been brought to and delighted in the Lord. After familiarizing myself with the streets I grew tired. It was late and I knew that it would be a long night.

I took refuge and rested on a bench with my back against the cold stone wall. I reflected on the night's events as I had travelled some considerable distance through two cities and then arriving at a town completely unknown to me.

Suddenly while I was resting a spirit made itself known from behind me which entered my mind.  It gave me an immediate sense of false security and enticed me to walk down the dark narrow path in front of me.

Once at the bottom of this path I stood gazing at a tree glistening in the moonlight and snow. I felt almost invited to fall asleep under it. I was oblivious to the very real danger.

A very dark and evil spirit made itself known pyhsically behind me. It revealed itself. Although not to my face it was as if standing over me waiting for the right moment to announce its arrival. A voice came through my mind willing me to obey, "Kneel!"

I froze with fear. In a second my thought was lifted to Christ for an answer, “Never!," came the reply. As I prayed to God to take me from this place I walked in his strength back up the lighted path and past the graveyard wall I had been seated against.

I continued walking and asked God to guide me. Every wrong turn I took my burning friend the Holy Spirit would leave me. When I was on the right path he comforted me. The Holy Spirit led me to a place over looking this particular town and there I knew I could rest safely. I began to read my scriptures and with my reading came a prayer. 

The prayer and reading was very specific and related to the evil that was to come over this particular town. With no knowledge as to the specific evil that would come I asked the Lord to protect and keep the place. When I was finished I knew then that my job was done. I left being assured that all was done on my part and now I was to make my way home.

After walking a short distance I was given a lift by a milkvan driver and made for a railway station in the village that I had been taken to. I rested in the station and slept. In the morning when I awoke I went to wash and clean up in the station toilets. I was sitting against the radiator reading my bible when the door opened.

A man walked past me and went to the sinks. I stood up drawn to this man. In meeting with this man face to face a very real darkness and evil presence made itself known. He looked at my bible and apologised stating he did not realise I was reading it.  He seemed to know me but I did not know him. He then left. I thanked the Lord once again and went on my way.

Eighteen months later whilst back at home in Stornoway I watched the Scottish National news.  A very dramatic intervention became known. The news reporter was standing outside the walls of a church connected with the graveyard that I had rested on.

The reporter announced the massacre of Dunblane. The Dunblane massacre was where a lone gunman had opened fire killing sixteen children, their teacher and finally himself. It is considered the deadlist mass shooting in Great Britain.

I know for sure that my meeting eighteen months earlier was not with the gunman Thomas Hamilton. Whoever or whatever I met was not of this world.

In contemplation I believe the first spirit or evil angel I met at the graveyard was sent to destroy me.  I had a meeting with one similar if not the same one previous on another occasion in my lodgings in Stornoway.  I believe it was sent to kill me and take my life. 

The second spirit or evil angel I met was I believe the Mater of Darkness himself, Satan.  The reason I say this is because of the enormity of what was to happen in that small village.

I believe it was Satan putting in an apperance to allow identification as to who and what was behind the yet to be revealed enormity of the events to take place.  It was as if to say, it was me and I have been defeated.

I said I was drawn towards the man in the railway station toilets and as I approached him I looked him in the face as it were but his power of evil actually  blinded me. I did not recognise any of his features.  I only know that he was in the form of a man.  In the scripture the  Devil reigned in a city in the form as a man and took his name to be The King of Tyrus. 

In the second world war it was rumoured that Satan was in a form of a man on earth living in a villa in Vienna.  This villa is worth five million pounds and is for sale at a rock bottom one million due to the severe erie and very real evil that still dwells in it. No one wishes to purchase it. The presence of his evil can drive a man insane.

One last thing I will mention about meeting these angels on this particular night is this ... before I left the first city of Edinburgh I was met by one of God's elect angels who gave me his name. This was enough knowledge for me to know that this was indeed a night with God and that my own safety was assured. 

The angel I met was also present beside me when I was in the designated place for prayer overlooking the town. One other thing when I was at this point in my journey I felt a hand on my back which I believe could have been one of two things, either, the Holy Spirit or an angel. 

The reason I say it may have been another angel is because my father when he was alive had a similar experience.  He was climbing down a ladder at night to one of the fishing boats he had been sent too when his hand slipped and he felt he was falling backwards off the rails, which would have lead to a nasty accident possibly death.  At this point he felt a hand on his back pushing with force his body against the rails of the ladder so he could grip again and make for a safe landing.

I do not profess to hold the answers to Gods mysteries. I do however profess the truth and God was very much in control as he always is. What I do know is that God was in control. We may ask the question whether God really was in control that day or any other day. I have to say yes. God permitted an evil act but possibly prevented further evil by this cruel individual.

God is sovereign in all things and we are responsible for our own actions even within this sovereignty. Even in such a tragedy as the massacre of Dunblane my thoughts are to those who God may have touched through these events. Has God awakened someone from their own sin and falsehood they may have had in this life? Maybe God has spoken to someone already through this tragedy, maybe he is yet to set him or her free?

After watching the ten-year memorial of the Dunblane massacre I remember the words of the Primary School Headmaster spoken in a documentary. His words on the event were these, ... "yesterday evil came to visit us but today it is gone!" As for my promise … if God ever needed me I would be there. Why? ... because I am a debtor.