In 1st Chronicles 16:8-9 we read, “Give thanks unto the Lord call upon His name, make known His deeds among the people. Sing unto Him, sing psalms unto Him, talk ye of all His wondrous works.” In psalms 77:12 we read, “I will meditate also of all thy works, and talk of thy doings.” We are to talk to others of all the things Jesus has done for us. The things He has delivered us out of. Not bragging or for ourselves, but to bring glory to the name of Jesus. That through our words others may see the love, mercy and grace of God. In Revelation 12:11 it says, “And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony, and they loved not their lives unto death.”

The following is my testimony and a short view of my life story. My name is James Lee Humphrey. I prayed and believe the Holy Spirit guided my hand and my thoughts as I wrote. I also prayed that this testimony might in some way bring others to know the one and only true and living God, Jesus Christ, and His wonderful love, mercy and grace. In the name of Jesus, the only name given under Heaven by which man must be saved, Acts 4:10-12.

My story starts when I was six years old. I had one brother and two sisters that were all younger than me. At this time we were taken away from our mother. This was to be the last time I ever saw my earthly father. It was also the last time I would see my youngest sister for over 45 years. I was taken to my first foster home and they took my baby sister away from me. I remember that I tried to hold on to her but a six-year-old was not strong
enough against two grown men. I remember standing there watching them leave and crying. I believe this was when I first started hating and became bitter, at six years old!

This was also when I was first learned about sex. The people I was living with had two older girls that would make me have sex with them, as much as a six-year-old can. I was not at this home for long. I got a hold of some gas and almost burned up a dump truck. I got a real bad beating then sent away. I was in two other homes by the time I was ten.

We went to court for my mother to get us back, but it didn’t happen. I was sent to another foster home and this time my younger brother was with me. This was my 4th and last foster home. I was there until I was 14, the longest I was ever in a home and the closest I ever got to a real home.

During this time we were allowed to see our oldest sister but never our youngest sister. Our oldest sister did get to see my youngest sister though and this made me wonder why we couldn’t. What had we done that was so bad that they would not allow us to see our baby sister? Also during these four years, I met three of my Dad’s brothers.

During these four years, my younger brother and I were sexually molested by our social
worker. He would come and pick us up and take us to his lake home and perform sexual acts on us at night. This lasted a couple of years, I guess. He would tell us that if anyone found out that we would be put in separate homes. So we never told anyone what was
happening to us.

During these four years, I would run away all the time, get into fights and skip school. I started drinking and smoking pot when I was about 12 years old. I would take my lunch money and buy cigs and booze. I started playing sports, was really good at football and
liked it a lot. It got me noticed because I was good and it made me feel good. It was the only time that I felt like I was somebody. I was so full of hate, anger and bitterness. I felt like no one cared for me even a little or loved me. I was alone and lonely all the time.

My foster parents were good people and tried their best. They would make us go to church on Sunday mornings and evenings and on Wednesday nights. I never thought that
it was anything but a way for me to get to town. We live about 11 miles from town out in the country. I would come to Church so I could go see my girlfriend and smoke and drink. She only lived a little way from the Church. I would sneak out the door and go to her house. I was not aware of Isaiah 55:11, even though it took over 30 years for it to happen, it did! I would keep running away and skipping school and getting in fights and drinking until I got sent to a reform school at 14.

At 14 years old, I was out of control. I would not obey the rules at home or at school. I had learned from my uncles that we were kin to Pretty Boy Floyd, a gangster of the ‘40s. My uncles had helped get him supplies and my grandmother had nursed him through the colic as a baby. That they used to hide him out. This gave me the feeling that I was an outlaw. I already felt that I was an outcast and no one loved me are cared about me. I just got worst and worst until no one could handle me.

The reform school I was sent to was co-ed and I continued to get worse and worse. I would run away every time I got a new girlfriend. They would catch me and put me in lock up but that didn’t make any difference to me. I just kept getting more and more angry, bitter and hating everyone and everything. I had been alone all my life and on my own from the time I was 6 years old. I didn’t trust any one and knew no one loved me or cared about me. I was there for two years and I think they were glad to get rid of me. I caused others to run away and break the rules. I would get into fights.

At 16, my mother came back into my life and I got out of reform school to go live with her. I believe that my mother loved me, but I was too full of hate, anger and bitterness to care. I only stayed with her for a very short time then I left. I took off and never went back to stay. I would visit from time to time, but I was on my own. I sold and did drugs and drank. I developed a tough guy attitude and hung out with outlaw bikers when I was around them. I liked the carefree lifestyle and the way they stuck together. It was a family and I never had a family. I also liked the tough guy image and the way no one messed with them. I had decided that if people didn’t like me they would fear me. Selling drugs made me feel like people really liked me and wanted to be my friends. I didn’t realize that all they wanted was the drugs. This would be the way most all of my life. I went to prison in Texas in 1976 and was there for two years. The woman I was with, my childhood sweetheart, left me as soon as I got locked up. I got no letters or any thing after the first couple of months. This reinforced that no one cared about me and if you trusted anyone they would hurt you and leave you. I became even harder and more full of hate, anger and bitterness. When I got out I started hanging out with outlaw 1% motorcycle clubs when I could. I was never going to let anyone hurt me are get close to me again.

I had always wanted a family and never had one or so I felt. The 1%ers treated each others as family and I liked that. They also were feared by most people and even the police didn’t mess with them. I had made me a new golden rule to do unto others before they could do unto me. I started selling drugs mostly to get mine cheaper but also because it made me feel important and liked. I thought as long as people were coming to me for drugs that they were my friends. Little did I realize that the drugs were all that they really liked, not me.

I had always wanted a family and said if I ever had children that I would never leave them like I was left. I met a girl and moved in with her at her mother’s house. Her mother didn’t want me there, but I didn’t care. We finally moved out on our own and she got pregnant. We had three children, but I was never faithful to her. I said that she was cheating on me and later found out this was true. I never stopped doing and selling drugs and probably never showed her that I loved her. I don’t even know if I did or if I even knew how. I was so full of anger, hate and bitterness that I really couldn’t. We had a really bad break up I tried to catch her and her lover together so I could hurt them and she tried to run me over. The police got involved and I was sure I was going to go to jail, so I took off and left everyone and everything behind. I was angry, hurt, bitter, and full of self-pity. Not only had she cheated on me but I was now on the run and didn’t have my children anymore. If I had ever loved in my life it was my children they were my life. I really felt like I had a big hole inside me again and I didn’t like it. I became so full of selfpity and bitterness and anger that I started living out of a bottle of whisky and doing all the drugs that I could get. I didn’t care about anyone are anything but myself. If I wanted something I took it one way or another and didn’t care who I hurt in the process.

I met a girl and I really wanted her. She was beautiful. The fact that she was with someone elsedidn’t matter to me. I wanted her so I got her. She moved in with me and we moved to Montanain 1990.I met some of the Viet Nam Vets M/C members and started hanging out and then prospected. I got patched out and rose up through the ranks fast. The club was my life. I would do anything for my club and did. I became sergeant-at-arms, and then president of the largest chapter in Montana. I was too hard core for some of the brothers though. I thought we should be a 1% club or at least act like one. We were the Viet Nam Vets M/C, the elite, and we should act like it. This didn’t set well with some of the old timers who were happy with being a rolling V.F.W., as I saw it.

I had moved to Billings because I thought a brother had gotten a raw deal but came to find out he had gotten what he deserved. I met the president of a 1% club. We became best friends and I started selling a lot of meth for him. When he thought he had sold to an undercover cop, he left town and I moved into his clubhouse and started running his business. I was always out running around, selling and partying and leaving my wife at home alone. I was never faithful to her either. After about seven years, she got tired of it and left me. I didn’t care. I think I moved another woman in as soon as she was out the door.

I became one of the largest drug dealers in Billings. I quit the V.N.V.M/C because of the politics and the fact that they wouldn’t change to a 1% club. A Bandito farm club, the Amigos, were in town and they offered me a patch to ride with them. I had a bad reputation and I guess they liked that. I didn’t even have to prospect for them. It didn’t last long though. My heart wasn’t in it. I started prospecting for the Galloping Goose, another 1% club, because a friend asked me to. I was too busy selling dope and parting to be a good prospect though and quit.

This was the start of my downhill journey. My bike was stolen and all my bike parts and lost my drug connection. I had to start trying to find drugs on my own and quickly learned who were my friends; no one. I had such a habit that I needed a lot of drugs to sell so I could have mine free. I started writing bad checks and doing a lot of other things. A lot of people were very afraid of me on account of the things I did and they knew that I didn’t care about anyone but me. The police wanted me really bad and were offering deals for anyone that would turn me in. No one knew what my real name was, or at least very few knew. All people knew me by was “Reaper”, a name I had picked up years before on account of how I was. A guy that knew my real name or at least the name I was using at the time got caught and told them who I was and set me up. They got me on a forgery charge because I didn’t have any drugs on me at the time I was arrested. I was number three on their ten most wanted list and they were really glad when they got me off the
street.

When I finally got out, I had a seven year suspended sentence. I pretty much went back to what I was doing before. I did try to stay clean for awhile. I was going to the gym every day and was in a Christian program called the New Life program through the rescue mission there. But they were not teaching the whole truth and could not keep my attention. I needed the truth and they did not teach the truth. I went back to my old life style.

I was in and out of jail and in 2002. I decided to take off and go to Alaska. I only made it as far as Bellingham, Washington. I met a girl there and started living with her. It didn’t take me long and I had made the right connections and started selling again. I had stopped using the name I was using in Montana and had started using my real name. I was there for two years before I got arrested for riding around early in the morning on my motorcycle hot rod’n. They found out that I was wanted in Montana and I was sent back. I had some money and bonded myself out. I went right back to using as soon as I got out. The women that picked me up had a shot of dope for us as soon as I walked out the door of the jail. I was off and running again I never even reported to the probation officer once. It took them about four months to find out where I was and arrested me again. This time I didn’t get out quickly. This was February15, 2005. I had the original charge of forgery and I got three new charges of possession of dangerous drugs, possession of
dangerous drugs with intent to distribute, and theft. I also got a federal charge of felon in possession of a stolen firearm. I was so far gone that I jumped into the river and tried to swim it. It was 26 degrees out side and ice all over the river. But this was how I was. I didn’t give up. I asked no quarter and gave no quarter. I got up on an island and went into hypothermia. They had to get me off the island with a helicopter, I woke up in the hospital. I ended up with 15 years state time and 46 months federal time running concurrent with the state time.

They sent me to Deer Lodge, Montana state prison in early 2006. I was still out of control and even more full of hate, bitterness, anger and self-pity. I got involved in Odinism. It is the white warrior Viking religion where heaven is called Valhalla and you fight all day and party all night forever. This kept me filled with hate, anger and bitterness. I got two write-ups of the worst kind; S.T.G. (Security Threat Group) and lying to an officer. I was told that if I got another write-up that I would spend the next two years in the shoe (the hole). I really didn’t care though. Then, in December of 2006, I found myself sitting in a Christian service listening to an Amish preacher teach out of the King James Bible. I don’t know what happened to me, I don’t remember ever making a conscience decision to go to that service, but Jesus got a hold of me and set my soul on fire. I say that Jesus got a hold of me because I didn’t go looking for Him. He came for me. I was happy in my ignorance, full of hate, anger, bitterness, and self-pity. But Jesus put a hunger in my heart for the truth and He knew that if I didn’t get the truth that I would never stay. So He moved me from Deer Lodge State Prison to Great Falls Regional Prison. In Deer Lodge you had a semi-private room with your own key and you could come and go as you pleased. You could go outside when ever you wanted and you were never locked down. In Great
Falls Regional Prison you were locked down 18 hours a day and never got to go outside. I was moved there in June of 2007.

They had two services; one a non-denominational and one United Pentecostal. It didn’t take me long and I stopped going to the non-denominational service and stayed with the U.P.C. because they taught the truth. How did I know that they taught the truth? Because I checked everything out in the Word. We are told to, “study to show thyself approved a workman unto God that needth not be ashamed rightly dividing the word of truth.” This was one of the first things that I was taught by the brothers of the U.P.C.

When Jesus first got a hold of me, I started praying for God to put my family back in my life. I had never even thought about them since I had left them. I was in the Great Falls Prison for almost two years. I got baptized in the name of Jesus in the winter and it was cold, but all I remember is how wonderful I felt. What a relief and how clean. We are told that we are to, “come out and be ye separate.” It is hard to be separate when you are in prison, but I did. It is not easy living for Jesus in prison. You are shunned, made fun of called names and ridiculed. I got beat in the head with a steel clamp, called a rat, and no one wanted anything to do with me. But through the power of the Holy Spirit and the love of Pastor Ron, Ross, Edward, J.P. and Dan who Jesus had put in my life to teach me the truth, I was able to make it through. In November of 2008, I went before the parole board for the first time and I asked for drug treatment and then pre-release and they gave it to me. Most people never get parole there first time up. I give all the glory to Jesus Christ. He is the one that made it happen.

I went to Nexus on 4/2/09, a new state of the art drug treatment center. I was there for nine months. When I got there I started trying to find any of my kin. I had been praying for almost three years for Jesus to put them back in my life. It seemed that every lead led to nothing. I found people in the areas that I knew that they lived in, but none of them was kin to me. Then in October, I called an M. Walker in Sallisaw, OK, looking for one of my sisters. A lady answered the phone and I asked her if she was Myrtle Lynn Walker, my sister. The lady said no I am sorry you have the wrong Walkers. My heart sank one more time, but I said I am James Lee Humphrey and I am looking for my sister. The lady said, “I remember you. You used to ride your motorcycle around the high school all the time. You have a sister named Brenda.” I said, “Yea. Do you know where she is?” She said, “No. We lost contact after high school. But, you have a sister named Darlene also don’t you?” I said, “Yes I do.” She said that she and Darlene went to some places together all the time. I asked her if she would tell Darlene that her brother was trying to get a hold of her and she said she would. I gave her my phone number. Then, on October 6, 2009, I was able to call and talk to my mother and my sisters Lynn and Darlene. It had been 24 years since I had seen my mother or my sisters, praise God! I had been praying from December of 2006 until October of 2009, but Jesus answers prayers! It had to be right. I had to be ready. I had never stopped praying and believing that Jesus would do it and He did.

I had been in Nexus six months and the only fellowship was when Ross would drive all the way from Great Falls, about 100 miles, to spend a couple of hours with me and then drive all the way back. Also, Pastor Pace from the local U.P.C. church started coming when he could on Saturdays. That was the only day we could have visitors. The church supported me all the time. They were there showing me the love of Jesus. I was in a battle all the time with false doctrine being taught. But through the power of the Holy Spirit and the knowledge of the Word that I had received from the teachings I had received in the previous two years, I was able to fight the good fight and stay strong. I continued to tell everyone the truth that there is only one God and Jesus is His name and that you have to be baptized in that name and only in that name. The reward that I received was getting my family back in my life. Power, glory and praise to Jesus Christ the one true God. I now had most of my family back in my life again that I had abandoned over 20 years
earlier.

I got out of Nexus in December of 2009 and came to the Great Falls Prerelease. I started attending church every chance I got. God has put a burden in my heart, a burning desire. That is to take His word to all people (Mark 16:15), but most of all to the outlaw bikers, prisoners, drug addicts and those that most don’t want anything to do with. We have a mission field right here in our country that we need to be taking care of. Jesus said, “Go ye into all the world.” I think a lot of the time we forget about our own country and think about all the other countries. We have a lost and dying people right here in the United States of America, one nation under God. Let us not forget them. My Pastor asked me one day at a men’s breakfast what I thought we needed to be doing that we were not doing . I shared my passion with him and he agreed with me. My Pastor has a passion for sharing Jesus Christ and the Apostolic doctrine with all people. We believe that everyone ought to know Jesus. I didn’t know that there were any Apostolic Oneness motorcycle ministries in the world. I know that I can and will we be able to reach this kind of people is by teaching the truth. I shared this with my Pastor. Most of us have been lied to all our lives and cannot stand to be lied to anymore. When they start reading and digging and learning what the Bible says it better be what you are teaching. If it isn’t then they will not stick around to be lied to. One thing, if you are real they will respect you. But if you are a phony they will not. You are disrespecting them when you lie to them. Show respect and get respect.

Then J.P. was reading one of the U.P.C monthly papers and saw something about the Azusa Street Riders. I wrote them and then they wrote me back. I was able to talk to Fred Beall on the phone and decided I wanted to become a member of the only Apostolic Motorcycle Ministry in the world. At the time of this writing, I am not yet but plan to be an Azusa StreetRider very soon. Remember in my story I lost my baby sister when I was six years old and never got to see her again? Well, when Jesus put my mother and my sisters back in my life, I got pictures of her but still had never talked to her or seen her. On July 25, 2010, Jesus put her back in my life!. I now talk to her and my mother almost daily. It is just answered prayers from Jesus and I give Him all the honor, glory and praise for it!

I am working on going back to live with my sister Lynn and be near my mother who all live in Sallisaw, OK. In the name of Jesus, the name above all names, I will soon be there! Romans 8:28 says, “All things work together for good to them that love God who are called according to His purpose.” I know that Jesus has called me and my answer is, “Here I am Lord, use me.” We all have a calling. I believe we just need to let Jesus put a passion in our hearts and obey His calling for us. He will open the doors that need to be opened and close the ones that don’t. Like putting the Azusa StreetRiders in my life so I can have a covering that I need and still fulfill the calling He has given me. Jesus has taken away all the hate, bitterness, and anger that I had all those years. He has put so much love in my heart it is almost unbelievable. He doesn’t change the outside, but if you will let Him, He will change the inside. It feels so wonderful not to have all that hate, anger and bitterness. I will close now and leave you with these scriptures, Matt.6:33 and Psalms 37:4

James Lee Humphrey;
A bond servant of Jesus Christ.