Wilson Kindred "Abbreviated Biography"

On November 19, 1954 Wilson was born into a home of violence, witchcraft, and alcoholism. His grandmother was involved in the occult (i.e. fortune-telling, etc.) and his father was a violent alcoholic. Wilson's mother, his three older sisters, and older brother were victims of neglect, and extreme verbal and physical violence at his father's hands!

"When I was four years old my mother became acquainted with a Christian family who ministered to her in a real way. Our family (including my father) later accepted an invitation from this Christian family to an outdoor service, where we responded to an altar call to receive Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. "Our lives changed dramatically!! My mother and her five children found the Joy of sins forgiven! My father, however, drank all the more and his violence increased.

Several months later while in one of his drunken violent rages, my father pushed my mother back against a wall, holding a butcher's knife to her throat, and said, "Make your choice; Will it be Jesus Christ or me?" My mother's response with the knife still to her throat was, "Well John, if Jesus Christ doesn't take care of me and my five kids any better than you have, I still won't be losing anything, so if you're going to kill me, then kill me." I had gone to the kitchen cupboard and gotten my mom's large cast-iron fry pan. I came up behind my father and hit him with the fry pan from behind. He turned to come after me, and my mother took advantage of the situation and jumped my father, and lay one awful beating on him! He left the house cut, bruised, and bleeding.

My father returned the next morning to throw us out of the house, stating that he had sold the house for ($800.00) eight hundred dollars.

With God's help my mother raised her five children, with no assistance from my father. She worked an average of eighteen to twenty hours a day and did not accept charity!

We faced many traumatic situations in our lives after my father threw us out, but God my heavenly father was always faithful, and our needs were always met! We saw God perform great miracles in our lives, including undeniable miracles of physical healing and provision! He also blessed us by using us in music ministry, and in many other areas of service in the church.

In 1970 (?) I was 14-15 years old. While at the altar at "Silver Birches Pentecostal Camp" near Kirkland Lake, I saw a beautiful pair of brazen/red feet. These feet also had a pair of wings. Even though I did not know the scriptural significance of these feet at that time, I somehow knew that they were significant. I was in awe of their beauty! The only thing that I could say in response to their beauty was "How beautiful are your feet Lord!" I said this repeatedly. I did not know who else's feet that they could be.

The next evening during his sermon, the camp evangelist said that he was convinced in his spirit during the altar time on the prior evening, that a young man had been called to evangelistic ministry. He further stated that he had been standing behind the young man at the altar and heard him repeatedly say "How beautiful are you feet Lord!" He also said "If that young man is in the service tonight, I want you to know that last night you were called of God, into evangelism."

A few months later I told my mother about what had happened, and even though she was a woman of God she became visibly upset, and verbally violent. She informed me that my brother was the one that was called of God, and that he was called to be a pastor, and that I was to go to college, and get a degree in business administration.

I thought that my mother must have known better than I did. I also thought that my poor mother had suffered enough through the years with a violent, and very abusive alcoholic husband; and then having to raise five (5) children on her own without asking for or accepting charity. So I finished high school, and then took a summer job as an ambulance attendant. My employer even supplied the necessary training. For once my mother was proud of me. So I excelled in ambulance! The more I excelled the more proud my mother became! I was sent away to "Camp Borden" by my service at their expense to train with the army medics. I excelled all the more even after my mother's death in 1978 because I knew that she would be so proud! I managed ambulance services for the ministry of health; I was in the Air Ambulance program, I became certified as an Air Ambulance Paramedic. I was featured in newspaper articles. One of my calls was written up in "Readers Digest" (Nov. 1984 - "Hang On Mom; I'll Get Through".) During my career I was used of God to lead a number of people to the Lord. Some of them on their deathbed. That summer lasted 24 years and eight months, until I was unable to work because of pain and debility in my limbs and back. Within a few months I was diagnosed with "Incapacitating Fibromyalgia."

Though I had been traveling sporadically for the Lord (singing and preaching part time and only occasionally) over the years, I was never satisfied. I knew that I would never truly be happy until I was in full time music evangelism. Over the years I have continually asked God to either use me in full time music evangelism or to take away the desire completely. The only change that has occurred is that the desire has continually grown stronger!

After six months of being off of work with my pain, my wife Sharon and I were at "Silver Birches camp" in 1998 during her summer vacation. There were no camp meetings in progress at the time. On the first Sunday morning we went into Kirkland Lake to worship with the good people at "Living Faith Pentecostal Assembly". During the Pastor's sermon I was talking to the Lord about what was happening in my life. I cannot remember what the sermon was about. I told God again that I wanted him to use my music ministry, or to take away the desire to sing and preach. I also told my heavenly father that if he wanted me to be in full time music evangelism, that I wanted some sure and clear confirmation that day. I didn't tell Sharon about what I had asked the Lord for. The combination of her not knowing, and the isolation of the camp grounds (we were the only two people on the grounds) would make it so that God's confirmation could not be coincidence, or something fabricated in my mind. I wanted to make it as impossible to happen as I could, so that I would know for sure that it was of God. I thought that he would have to use a lightning bolt, writing in the clouds, or some other very dramatic way to confirm his calling out on the campgrounds where we would return to following the morning service.

Twenty minutes later while speaking to some old friends in the church foyer (I still can't remember who I was speaking to) I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I turned to find a short blind lady who had been a friend of my mother's years before. She asked, "Wilson is that you?" I said "Yes it is." She said "I thought so. I followed your voice. I need to talk to you privately for a moment." We went aside together.

The lady said "Wilson, I have something to say to you, and I don't know how to say it, so I will just say it. You have been called of God into music ministry, and you have not obeyed him. When I heard you singing in church today" (she meant singing with the congregation) "I knew that I had to come and say this to you. I've never done anything like this before, but God told me today during the service to come and talk to you about this. He told me that he has called you and that if you don't obey him, and start using the talent that he has given you in the ministry that he has called you to, that you will stand before him one day and give account!" She further stated "I had decided that I would not tell you this, but I was so burdened with this message for you, that I knew that I would not find peace in my spirit until I did! Now I am at peace!" Is that a confirmation, or what??!

The rest of my biography is yet to be written. I'll let God be the author. He always writes a great ending.

Wilson Kindred

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