My Name is Scott  Hiem Hesse Eernisse;
I am waking up on the morning after an incredible event I experienced , at a barbecue at Minister Dave Dolve's home on 4/28/07.
First , let me state that I had no idea what GOD had in store for me as we made our way on the winding roads between Jackson, California,  and Sacramento,  where Mr. Dolve's unassuming home is located. I have goose bumps as I am typing this letter out. We arrived to meet Mr. Dolve's wife,  who was helping our car load of giggling, but slightly lost, folks locate their drive way. I was struck by her welcoming smile. I suppose I expected a ten mile drive way encased by pilers of regal trees and a mansion at the end.  However their home,  though well kept,  was surprisingly simple and modest. We sat as friends and family members funneled in the door.  I am a forty-four year old man, whom has spent forty of my years deeply entrenched in Asian Martial Arts culture.  Considering the many loving and respectful stories I have heard about this God-filled family, I guess I expected the ridged, etiquette I am used to when in the home of such people. But I was immediately comfortable
much like I would be in my teacher's home.  Introductions were extended to me as people with grinning faces poured in through the front door, one after an other.  We enjoyed fellowship and then a wonderful meal.  After our meal we sat leisurely and let our food digest.  Then we had a Bible study in the living room.  A Bible study that will forever change my life.  I grew up going to Church,  am no stranger to bible studies.  But this bible study was so neat. The message was so simple and easy to follow.  I say this because the truth is always simple.  Now is the part of this letter that has me so excited.  I feel driven to share my experience to all that will listen to it.
First let me tell a little about myself.  As I stated earlier I am a career Martial Artist. I have traveled all around the world to learn and to experience the kind of things that legends are made of.  I have seen little old Asian men wad up news print into a ball and drop it on the ground. Then use a static magnetic force which they have learned to collect in their bodies to start that paper on fire from feet away from them.  I have witnessed Martial masters send this type of energy to send a person flying backward, though there was a wall between them. These and many, many more exhibitions of ability I have watched and felt.  But in the early evening of 4/28/07 I sat with my mouth gaping open as This small group of Christians began to actuate heeling's in the name of GOD.  I am speaking of the GOD of Abraham. The GOD that people who we refer to as Christians serve.  In a world of false Idolatry, it is important that I make this distinction , though I know with all my
heart there is only one God. His son who is recorded in both biblical and secular text, to have died for our sins and his blood then having washed away our sins.  As a Warrior, this act is of such high honor that I feel deep emotion well up as I continue my account of this evening a The Dolve home.  I sat in wonder as people received healing form Jesus Christ Our Lord.  Then a most incredible event happened.  One of the Men present, Reverend Brian Clayton looked over at me and said would you like to be healed.  Now I must share that after forty years of combat which include many encounters in the Bay areas China Town and all over this Nation, both in the streets and in National and international Championships.  Also in several televised Cage fights, have broken almost every bone in my body.  My career in professional Cage Fighting having come to an end as a result of the several fractures and damage to my skull. I literally had soft spots and dents on my head which could
hide half a golf ball from sight if placed in them. These are the trappings of a Warrior.  I was completely deaf in my left ear and 45 percent deaf in my right ear as a result of pressure breaks on the ground after being slammed with my hands caught up in the struggles with opponents.  I couldn't turn my head without feeling like the disks in my head had gravel between them. I had moments often when my memory loss would make me forget where I was going and where I was coming from.  I am chuckling nervously as my wife reads my testimony over my shoulder. My pride kept me from telling her of these particular times.  She is so good to me and worries about me.  The people closed about me during the healing and as they prayed for my healing I felt a tremendous energy well up in my body. The air around me became intensely warm.  It is hard to describe in words what I felt.  I suppose if a person could picture a hot air balloon as it was filled and began to rise from the ground,
it would explain what I experienced in the Dolve's living room.  I was healed fully of all the injuries I have written about. The soft spots immediately filled back in.  I have full use of my neck.  No gravel when I turn my head.  I have a great sense of peace in my heart.  I have been healed by GOD.  I am still a Warrior,  But it was in that moment that my unquenchable hunger for battle changed forever.  I am a sworn Warrior of GODS will.  Where my path leads from here is entirely up to GOD.  The steel sword I have so diligently mastered I have put down on the ground and I have picked up the sword that GOD has given to me in replacement. along with a shield and an incredible purpose that my feet carry me to. The night was capped off with a very special event of Dave Dolve Marrying my Fiancee' Lisa and I. Then He called for a money tree for our beginning as Man and Wife. I left their home still a little in awe of the nights events. I have always thought of healing as a
some what suspicious activity . The Night in Dave's house has reminded me of an observation I made as a youth. When worshiping GOD I am best to be looking up and not to my side. I guess that I could sum the evening up by saying that I walked through a Holy car wash. I was cleaned and detailed . My vessel was repaired of all damage and I am back on the road. My destination is planned out by GOD. I hope my letter and my experience is read by many and in some humble way helps people to visit a holy car wash . GOD bless you all.
                                                                                           Scott Hiem Hesse Eernisse