LaMonthe A. Colquitt

LaMonthe A. Colquitt Sr. (Big Brotha ReCon)Eyewitness of the Truth - LaMonthe A. Colquitt Sr. 

They call me Big Brotha ReCon, and I would like to tell you my story. My parents were teenagers when they fell in love, but never married. They lived separate lives. Eventually, my mother got married and moved to Phoenix, Arizona and had two more children. My biological father was unable to love me as one of his own. Whenever my mother was away from home, my step-father would abuse me. He would whip me with the belt buckle, throw me in a hot, scalding shower, lock me in a cabinet, and verbally abuse me. My mother came home early one morning from work to find me covered in bruises. She decided that it was time to get me out the home before he killed me. So we moved back to Compton, California, to a three-bedroom house with four of my mother’s siblings and their children.

My mother worked hard. I grew up as the oldest child with the weight and responsibility of defending my siblings and cousins. I was kicked out of two middle schools, and eventually my mother kicked me out of the house and told to return to my father’s residence.

I had my first near-death experience when I was struck by a car driven by a skinhead. As I flew out of my body, I could see my whole neighborhood as I was flying home to tell my mother what was going on. Then a voice told me to return back to my body. I returned as my body was hitting the ground. The spiritual realm was real, but I did not have a clear understanding of the person of Jesus.

I became a father while in the 11th grade, and ended up getting married in the 12th grade. After high school, I joined the Army and served our country in Desert Shield/Desert Storm. My career ended early with an honorable medical discharge.

One night the Lord appeared to me. I had a dream that I was walking down a mountain to an ark that was docked. There was one that summoned me unto the ark (Mark 9:3-4). As he began to talk, the ark began to float. There were two men who had their backs to me that faced the one who was majestic in appearance. All of a sudden, the ship was approached by a storm, and the one who was speaking fell overboard. I told the two “That’s the Savior of all, we must save the Savior of all”! They held me by my ankle over the side of the ship, and the Savior of all grabbed hold of my hand and they pulled Him and me up. The Savior of all said to me, “Surely as you saved Me, you saved yourself”. He then took me to the bottom of the ark. After he showed me around, we hit land. I said, “Father God, thank you for allowing me to be in your presence.” He took me to a door and when the door closed, I looked up in the sky. The clouds formed an evil face, but because of who I was with, it had no power or authority over me. I spoke to it, “Surely as I see you, but who I serve is greater than you!” The Lord confirmed to me that this vision was real. A week later when I had my younger brother and my two daughters with me. I noticed a beige Toyota truck passing by and the person on the passenger side had the evil face like the one I saw in the vision. They drove up next to a Camaro and shot the passenger in the head. My brother and I ran to the car to help the driver pull out the victim. We prayed for him until help came. I went to the store later that night and saw the driver of the Camaro, and asked him about the condition of the passenger. He said he was doing fine, like nothing happened to him. I knew the Savior of all was real!

A year later, we move to Las Vegas, to a life of a hustler, gangster, drug dealer, and pimp. I drank heavily, stayed high on marijuana, and had many run-ins with the police. One night, I was drinking and getting high with my brother’s friend. I asked him if he was afraid to die and he said, “No,” so I purposely ran a red light crashing into a car. My head went through the steering wheel and everything went black. An evil voice said, “Let me have him.” Another voice said, “No,” You can’t have him!” My eyes opened up and I stood before an elderly man who looked like an older version of me full of wisdom. When I spoke, it wasn’t with my mouth, it was the inner part of me speaking, asking “Where is my Father? Where is the Lord? I know the Lord is real.” He said, “Yes, you’re right, but you are not supposed to be here.” He sent me back and when I opened my eyes I could see the witnesses standing around me. The vehicle was damaged; I was fatigued and life was leaving my body. I closed my eyes and appeared on the other side again. The guy asked, “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” I responded “I don’t know” and He sent me back again. When I came back, I was in the ambulance. On my way to the hospital, I learned that when the Lord said, “Surely as you saved Me, you saved yourself.” He meant me not losing my soul to hell. I learned that if you don’t know Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior when you die, the evil darkness of hell awaits you. I’m grateful, through these near death experiences, that Christ revealed Himself to me, and I truly accepted Him as my Lord and Savior.

LaMonthe A. Colquitt Hearing His Voice Testimony