Part Three of Three….

My Feeble Response to Archbishop Vigano

Actually, before we leave the Archbishop’s comments, he did state the vaccine campaign of  these injections, although they lack the necessary scientific validity, they serve first, as the apparent legitimization to implement global tracking and controls….. And then secondly, inoculating people with an experimental genetic serum provokes a weakening of our natural immune system assuredly representing a very grave crime against humanity because it turns ordinary healthy people into chronically ill people, and consequently into customers of big pharma and their associates inflating profits for the globalist elites and a general impoverishment of the ever dwindling surviving populations….

Actually, this Vigano insert was well placed following Robison’s spiritual birth in Part One in that this insert depicts a rudimentary or cursory introduction to Christianity’s State of the Union today, only two weeks before Christmas 2021! I read the entire “eye of the needle” Q & A as presented by Sacchetti several times, even though my Latin lacks in contrast to his expressive English and I also largely ignored his free mason rhetoric and references/predictions to future Catholic and Italian leadership.

My primary interest here is how does the church practically prepare now and in the immediate future for this take down and destruction of our society? And especially so, if there is little or no verbal community or church communication and the threat of a grid and internet lock down is imminent and the supply chain shut down (SCSD) is perhaps already past the tipping point?

At several points throughout the article, he took on the role of an OT prophet when he said Once we have acknowledged Him again as King, Our Lord will not allow His children to perish in battle, and He will reward them with a great victory.” He wisely immediately adds though that “However, until we understand the error that lies at the base of the present horrors, we cannot hope in the intervention of God!”

And that is precisely where I find myself today.

No, I do not think we understand at all the error that lies at the base of our present horrors! But I still hope and pray for the divine intervention of God. I believe too few of the now quite diverse anabaptist community whose forefathers suffered martyrdom widely throughout history and were chased back and forth across Europe during WW I & II from the same forces creating our havoc now, have little for the ideology and vision that founded this country and protected them and their Christian values in relative peace thus far. Yes, the republic certainly wasn’t perfect but the mechanics of the system worked, and if given time, short-comings usually self – corrected. And it worked well provided the  majority of its citizens simply followed the Biblical moral code lessening the need for government intervention.

Notice in the two paragraphs before the question about the formation and location of an “anti-globalist Alliance”, he speaks of a renewal first within the church, that will in time renew His reign in civil society. In the next paragraph, Your Excellency’s eternal optimism appears when he said “This is why I hope and pray that Providence would grant the world a time of peace and conversion, in order to lead back the Pastors and the Flock to fidelity to the Gospel, so that they will be able to face with dignity the final persecution before the Universal Judgement.” I do hear a few Christians today mention that reasoning; God please grant us more time to prepare…. Thereafter he mentions Russia’s potential but nowhere in this article do I recall he mentioning China, the CCP, as a threat. Perhaps that is for another day.

The above words are certainly not the gospel but indeed, fodder for your discernment; defined here as “separating the profound from the profane.” Talk to me. Any ideas? Suggestions? Are we dealing with “dead silence” here, or perhaps we prefer to quip as empty-nesters do, our “silence is golden.” Goes with “Being the quiet in the land” I guess. Yeah, right! See now why I enjoyed the provocation by Archbishop Vigano?

Ever notice how conversation on the trivial stuff of life really flows so easily? Consider the profound –  profane balance again as we typically exit worship. I venture 98% of the verbal conversations heard walking out after a 60 minute worship experience never mentions the sermon or the service even remotely. Seriously, and we just worshiped the Almighty God who created the universe! What are we thinking? You reckon God notices? Just how would you feel, if you were God?

May I offer you yet a different perspective. Several weeks ago I witnessed closing a worship service differently than I ever witnessed prior. Pastor Ken Hawkins of Really Recovered closed his sermon without the traditional closing prayer, hymn and benediction. Instead, the entire audience broke into reverent extemporaneous prayer, whether singularly, as a family, or in clusters of 2-3 persons for perhaps 10-12 minutes before quietly exiting the sanctuary. I experienced it, after the initial shock of being thrust into a “profound expression” rather than being merely on autopilot, as a  very worshipful concluding transition!

Now, be it known, I am avid people watcher where ever! I have stood at the railing in the east balcony and honed in on persons leaving the sanctuary. I do admit less than holy thoughts (not profane but while in the sanctuary, perhaps so?) while critiquing trivial observations such as  their predictable weekly seating locations, who engages conversationally with whom, their  appearances, their hair, their posture (mine is not so hot);“they look so tired,”;  “same outfit as last Sunday?(my memory isn’t that good!)”; “their kids look so bored!”  And to think at times I am guilty of such thoughts immediately after worship! Now that is profane! And He has invited me, actually expects me, to be an intercessor for those I was just “watching”!! May God forgive me and lead me immediately into His paths of righteousness.

I am continually require retooling/renewal. Utmost For His Highest today (Dec 8) says it well from I Cor 1:30 Once we realize we possess all this, including wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, redemption; the limitless joy begins in us. However, WHENEVER THE JOY OF GOD IS NOT PRESENT, THE DEATH SENTENCE IS STILL IN EFFECT. Ouch! It would have been really nice if Chambers would have at least added “perhaps” before “the death sentence” line. Virtually anyone can smile, but when joy pervades your face and beyond, it supercharges your demeanor, even brightening your glow! Advice: Either find and stay close to those with the glow of Joy OR do figure out how God specially gifted you to spiritually jump start (revitalize) the joyless.

Blessings as you “get real(enjoy life) and get out” of your comfort zone>>>>> mle

Captured By Christ. . . Part 1 of 3

Taken verbatim from Pages 26-29 in James Robison’s book “Living Amazed.” and then, in Part Two followed by 15 paragraphs quoting from an article from theyeoftheneedle.com from Archbishop Vigano, before in Part Three, my personal comments.  But first the story, then onto real life today!

During my years in Austin, TX, I didn’t have much money or many material things, but I made the best of what I had. I did look forward to Christmas gifts and birthday presents from my aunt and my foster parents. But starting when I turned nine, all the way up until I was fourteen, I didn’t hear from my aunt or the Hales at all. That was very traumatic for me – and, if not for the grace of God, it might have destroyed me – because I thought that the people who had said they loved me had forgotten me.

                One October, when my birthday came and I didn’t get gifts from anybody, I remember thinking, Anybody can forget a birthday, but they won’t forget me at Christmas.

                That December, I painted a watercolor picture on a sheet of paper and hung it on the wall, and that was our Christmas tree and our decorations, because we couldn’t afford to buy a tree or ornaments. When Christmas arrived, and nothing came from my aunt or the Hales, I remembered thinking, They said they loved me, but they don’t.

                That really put a big hole in my heart, made me feel as if I couldn’t trust anyone, and caused me to doubt people’s word. Even after I got into ministry, only the grace of God was able to lift me beyond the trauma of feeling forgotten.

                When I was about fourteen, during a time when my mother was having some sort of trouble, she told me I could call the Hales and go stay with them for a week or so. I was afraid to call them, because I didn’t know if they’d want me. But they sounded so happy to hear from me and said they would come get me the very next day.

                During that visit with the Hales, I had a lot of fun with the kids at their church. On Sunday night, which was right before the Monday or Tuesday when I would be going home, Pastor Hale asked the young people in the church to share what Jesus meant to them. Five or six kids stood up and gave testimonies that were really moving.

                Then Pastor Hale gave the invitation, and when he said, “Would you come and put your hand in my hand, indicating that you want to give your life to the same Jesus that these kids have talked about?” all I could do was grip the chair in front of me. I was so shy, and so terrified, that I just hung on.

                Then I saw Mrs. Hale walking toward me, with tears flowing so freely down her face that she had to hold her glasses in place with one hand. She put her other hand on my shoulder and said, “James, don’t you want to go to Jesus?”

I said, “Yes, ma’am, but I’m afraid.”

“I’ll go with you,” she said. “Could we go together?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I stepped out into the aisle and went forward with her, and in the best way I knew how, I trusted Jesus. As I’ve said many times since that night, I put my faith in the pastor’s hand but I put my life in the Mater’s hand.

                I found out years later that, during the week I was visiting, Mrs. Hale had gone to all the training Union groups – which were discipleship classes focused on missions and Baptist doctrine – and she had told them, “We have James with us, the boy who lived with us when he was a young child up until he was five, and now he’s fourteen, and he’s going back to his mother’s place in the next day or two. Would you pray that tonight he’ll give his life to Christ?” And sure enough, I gave my life to Christ that night.

                That being a Baptist church, they took me right up and baptized me that night – right in my clothes because they didn’t have a robe. And a few years later, when I first started preaching and gave that testimony, somebody asked me, “If they baptized you in your clothes, what did you do when you came out of the water? If your clothes were all wet, what did you wear?”

                The question caught me off guard, because I couldn’t remember. The next time I saw Mrs. Hale, I asked her, “Didn’t y’all take me right back and baptize me after I trusted Christ?” When she said yes, I asked, “Well, what did I do about clothes?”

                Mrs. Hale started crying and said, “James, before I ever left for church that night, I took a change of clothes and put them back by the baptistery. That way, if you got saved, we’d have clothes for you.”

                That’s how much faith, hope, and confidence my foster mother had. In later years, when I was preaching my crusades, Mrs. Hale would come to me after a service where hundreds of people had come to Christ, and she would say, “You know, my son, when I watched all those people come forward, I remembered the night I came and put my hand on your shoulder, and I’m so glad I did.” Here was one lady who touched the life of a boy, and he went on to touched the lives of millions. But it likely wouldn’t have happened if not for her love and prayer and faith. And don’t ever give up on the people you’re praying for. God may have a miracle in the wings.

I briefly debated whether this segment was worthy, or even of significant interest – until I realized how most of my readers are, were, or are about to be parents – whether by birth or adoption – not to mention grands and even the great-grands. And regardless of our “time stamp” as kingdom citizens, or even the origin or the quality of our spiritual parental engagement, the ever absorbing and under-girding interest of we parents is that we enjoy our posterity’s fulfilling their earthly destiny followed then by a family reunion in eternity.

As I compare the Sunday School picnic turbulence of both Robison’s childhood and mine during the ’50’s, over and against the explosive rampant “polarizing fracturing” in our world today, especially in our nations’ institutions, homes included, we are left literally speechless. In fact, speechless is too often our apparent default position as I look around the neighborhood, church included, and listen in on the conversations. I seldom hear anything significant from Christ followers or even general humanity that we  are already or soon will be in the cross-hairs of an extermination/depopulation/effort/attempt against humanity as proposed by the New World Order (NWO).…. mle

To The Least Of These…

As promised last time, taken verbatim from Pages 23-26 in James Robison’s book “Living Amazed.”

Several years ago while I was at a luncheon with a group of business leaders, Cathy Hendrick of the Hendrick Motorsports family, was sharing with us at the table about a trip she had made with our LIFE Outreach mission team to India, where it was like stepping onto the set of the Academy Award  – winning movie “Slumdog Millionaire.”

If you’ve seen the film, you know that it portrays a group of children who have been taken captive and forced to beg on the streets of Mumbai – enriching their captors while the children live in poverty. Some were blinded or had their fingers or a hand cut off to make them more effective beggars. But the kids Cathy saw on the streets of India were not movie actors, and the suffering was  real.

She told of how our mission team went to these children and loved and cared for them in our LIFE Centers, which are homes we have established in nations around the world to provide a loving atmosphere, food and clothing, a safe place to sleep, an education, and godly instruction for children in need. And then she said, “I just watched these little kids who were staring at our team, and we would talk to them, and they would say that somebody had left them and they didn’t know if they were ever coming back.”

When she said that, I just broke down and wept at the head table. I cried so hard that I had to lay my head down on the table . You see, I flashed back to the first five years of my life, when my mother would come and get me at the Hales’ when I was three or four years old, and she would take me with her for three or four days at a time, but then she would leave me at somebody’s house because she would have to work and couldn’t take me with her into the homes of her patients.

The people she would leave me with were always really nice to me and would say, “Hey, James, here’s your room, if you want to go into your room.” But I can remember just going to the front window and putting my nose up against the glass or the screen, staring outside for hours, wondering if my mother was coming back to get me. Those times gave me a real feeling of being overlooked –  and it hit me like a ton of bricks when Cathy Hendricks shared her experiences in India.                                                                      

I think that’s why, when I read my Bible, I have such a tender heart for King David. David was a kid who, in the eyes of his own family, didn’t seem very significant. When Samuel came to anoint the next king of Israel from among the sons of Jesse, Jesse didn’t even think to call his youngest son in for consideration. But David was faithful in taking care of the sheep. He loved and protected them. Toiling in obscurity while his older brothers were off serving in Saul’s army, David killed a lion and a bear to protect his sheep. And one day in the same confidence, he would kill Goliath, the enemy of God’s people.                                                                                                                                                                                                        David lived amazed, and God still did amazing things in and through his life. He wasn’t perfect. His failures were epic and legendary. But in the balance, he became known as a man after God’s own heart. Even in his darkest days, he couldn’t stand to be away from the presence of his heavenly Father. He not only lived amazed, but he showed the world amazing grace and a brief glimpse of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

                When looking at David’s exploits, it’s easy to forget that he wasn’t born into privilege; he was plucked from obscurity. And yet God used him mightily. And God can do the same with you and me – if we’re faithful while tending the sheep and not being noticed; if we love the Father; and if we love the family of God, even when they don’t notice us and don’t think we have any ability; and even if we’re young, shy, and scared.                                                                                                           

                I think also of Gideon, whom the Bible describes as the least of the least – not because he was insignificant, but because he felt that way. But God had bigger plans for Gideon, and all Gideon had to do was respond in faith and obedience. How would you like you like to put to flight an army of soldiers  “as numerous as locusts” and camels “as numerous as the sand on the seashore,” and do it with only three hundred soldiers of your own?” That’s the equivalent of an average-sized church congregation in America today taking victory over enemies beyond number. (Sounds rather like our odds today. mle) That’s what living amazed is all about.

                Those years that I lived with my mother allowed me to see the reality of people’s pain. (God never wastes our pain. mle) Today, whenever I see an overlooked child or people who are hurting or lonely, I want to go to them and help them, because I know that God wants to reach out to them. Much of the world today is looking out their windows, with their noses pressed to the glass, and they’re wondering if anyone is noticing, if anyone sees their need or their pain.

Perhaps, if we would just allow the truth of God to penetrate our minds, and then receive the love of God into our hearts, perhaps we could then release God’s truth and love into the world to the folks around us. We would become like a river of life, like the channels of blessings we are intended to be, to those in our proximity who are hurting, lonely, or in despair enabling them to find peace, hope, and rest.

God absolutely sees what is in our hearts. He loves us like a father. He cares about what we care about. Even when we seem not to care about him, He always cares about us, and he’s always watching over us – even before we come to trust Him with our lives and realize that every good and perfect gift comes from above.(Wow, we need to just ruminate on that last paragraph, and drink deeply! Blessings HERE FORWARD!>>>>> mle)                                     

Chapter Two: Plucked From Obscurity…

Taken verbatim from James Robison’s book “Living Amazed: How Divine Encounters Can Change Your Life.” Pages 20-23.

All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his lips. “Isn’t this Joseph’s son?” they asked. Luke 4:22 NIV

It’s a miracle I was ever born. In fact, if the laws we have today were in effect back then, I’m 99.99 percent certain I would have been aborted.

My mother worked as a practical nurse, giving hospice care to home bound individuals. She had been married at a young age, but by the time she was forty, she was long divorced and working in the home of an elderly man in Houston. The man had an alcoholic son, about ten years younger than my mother, who one day forced himself on her and raped her.

My mother lacked the wherewithal to press charges, and when she became pregnant, as a result of the assault, she went to get an abortion, for all the reasons you would hear today- product of rape, no father or family in the picture, mother living in poverty and unable to care for the child. But when she went in to see the doctor, he refused to perform the abortion.

I don’t know why. Did he see possibilities and potential in that unborn child? Or did he simply believe all life was precious? Whatever the reason, and whatever you might think about it, he refused to perform the abortion.

 When I was old enough to understand, my mother told me the circumstances of my birth and that the Lord had told her, “Have the baby; it will bring joy to the world.” (Interesting prediction, LO!)

As a result, my mother as convinced that I would be a good girl, and she was going to name me Joy. In the delivery room, when the doctor told her she had a son, she said, “No, I have a little girl and her name is Joy.”   

You can call him anything you want,” the doctor replied but you’ve got a boy.”

I was born in the charity ward at the hospital, and my mother immediately placed a newspaper ad seeking foster care for me. This was 1943. Doyle and Katie Hale, a Baptist pastor and his wife from nearby Pasadena responded to the ad and took me in. They raised me for the first five years and were hoping to adopt me. In fact at one time, they had paperwork drawn up, but my mother would never sign it.

When I was five, my mother showed up one day and announced that she was moving from Houston up to Austin and that I was going with her. I clearly remember running away from her and crawling under the pastor’s bed. And I can remember my fingernails dragging across the hardwood floor as my mother dragged me out from under the bed by my foot. I remember that desperate clawing like it were yesterday. It was quite traumatic.

Mrs. Hale was crying so hard that she was convulsing. She had to go lie down. And Brother Hale was saying to my mother, “Please don’t do this, Myra. Don’t do this.”

But my mother insisted. “No, we’re going.”

Brother Hale tried to give her a handful of money to help her out, but she wouldn’t take it.

“We ‘ll be all right,” she said.

But the fact was, she had only enough money for us to get on a bus in Pasadena, on the southeast side of Houston, and ride to somewhere just on the other side of the city. That’s where we got off and hitchhiked the 165 miles or so to Austin. I clearly remember sitting on a little cardboard suitcase with all my belongings in it, and my mother had a bag. I still have that little beat-up suitcase in my office today.

When we got to Austin, we moved in with one of my aunts, and my mother began to look for work. When she found a job, she needed something for me to do during the day, so when school started, my aunt, who was a teacher, paid for me to go to a private school. I was only five, but I went into first grade and got a pretty good kick start on my education. All the way through, then, I was a year younger than everyone else in my class.

Though school always came easy for me – boringly easy – I was so shy and so afraid of everyone during my childhood that I would not even stand in front of a class to give a report. For the first ten years of school, I was so withdrawn that I wouldn’t mingle with the other kids. I carried a brown bag lunch every day, and I ate alone. When they picked teams in gym, I was the kid who was never chosen – because nobody knew me. My mother and I moved so often that I was always the new kid.

We lived in Austin for the next ten years, and over that time we moved so often – fifteen or sixteen times – that the words home and family were meaningless to me. Most of the places we lived did not face a  street or have a street address, and we would get our mail at someone else’s house. I’ve said that our only address during those years was an alley, a creek, or a dump. If it had an address at all, it would be some number and a half. They were typically little one room houses with the living area and kitchen all together with a bathroom attached to it. We lived the longest in the back of a junk yard, with auto parts, wrecks, and other debris lying around. That was the yard I played in.

In junior high, I walked three miles each way to school every day because mother didn’t have a car and no school bus ran anywhere near our house. During the entire ten years I lived in Austin, we never once had a car. And nobody around us had a car.

To be continued tomorrow…  Although none of us likely experienced the material scarcity above as children, we indeed may have suffered far more devastating trauma and abuse, either as a child or in a marriage, for which we’re still seeking healing, deliverance, and reconciliation. Keep reading. The next segment is titled “To the least of these.” I am one of them! Are you?

Continued Blessings as YOU GO FORTH, NOW encouraged and relishing in the fact you possess great hope>>>>> merlin

Part Two … Miracle at Marble Falls

taken verbatim from James Robison’s book “Living Amazed: How Divine Encounters Can Change Your Life” Pages 16-19.

Later that fall, Betty and I went up to the retreat property again. We were sitting out back enjoying the scenery one afternoon when a man in a suit and tie came walking up through the brush. He must have crawled over a barbed wire fence to get in to the property, because the gate at the road was locked. But, there he was.

He introduced himself as Max Copeland and said, “I know this may sound crazy to you, but I’m the pastor of First Baptist Church in Marble Falls, and a few months ago we lost one of our football players. The day he died, every kid in the church who could get a hold of me called to say they weren’t coming back to church anymore, because they had been praying for God to save their friend’s life, and he had died. I mean, their faith was totally devastated.

“But the following Sunday, they were all there in the pews, and they told me about a man who had stopped at the convenience store and shared Jesus with them.

“James, I want you to know that I baptized twenty young people who had accepted Christ in that parking lot after you left. Other kids who had pulled away from God are now on fire for Him. We are experiencing a revival in our town because of this.”

“That is truly amazing,” I said.

“I wonder if you’d be willing to come back and preach to us sometime,” the pastor said.

I told him we were planning to come back and do some hunting soon.

“We have a big barn out in the country where folks could gather. Would you be willing to preach in a barn?”

“I’ll preach anywhere.”

After agreeing that Betty and I would come, I asked him, “How did these kids know who I was? I never told them.”

“I put up a poster about a revival in Austin, in case some of our people wanted to go. The kids saw it and came into my office and said, ‘You see that man in the picture on the poster? He’s the one who stopped and talked to us in the parking lot.”

Several of those young people were the ones who had spoken to me at the revival.

When Betty and I went back to Marble Falls in December, we drove outside of town about fifteen miles, along some country roads, until we found the barn. When we arrived, there were cars everywhere, and a thousand people inside the barn. The population of Marble Falls at the time was only about fifteen hundred, but a thousand of them had come to hear me preach.

When I gave the invitation that night, ninety – nine people came to hear me preach. I remember the exact number because Betty and I were laughing in the car afterward that I almost asked her to come forward so we could get an even hundred.

Brother Max invited us back again the next summer, and we did a three-night crusade at the high school football stadium, where another 176 people made the decision to accept Christ. Out of that parking lot conversation with thirty or forty high school kids, 275 people had now come to Christ.

But the story doesn’t end there.

A few years later, at a crusade in Orland, Florida, a woman approached me after one of the meetings and told me that her daughter had been at that convenience store parking lot in Marble Falls. She had not been a Christian at the time, but with everything that happened afterward, she had come to Christ and had become a beautiful witness for Him. Recently, though, she had been killed in an automobile accident. Although her mother was grieving her loss, she wanted to thank me because she knew that her daughter was in heaven, and she knew that the turning point had been that night outside the market.

When I stopped at the convenience store for chocolate milk that evening, I had no idea what I would find there. And the kids to whom I had spoken had no idea who I was. They didn’t know I was a preacher. I was just some guy that looked like a bum and had a heart for the Lord. And when the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and told me what I needed to say to those grieving kids, I had all the following usual excuses lined up and ready to go.

It’s late, I’m tired. My family’s tired. I’m busy. I need to get home. And even if I could get those kids together long enough to talk with them, why would they listen to me anyway?

But here’s the point of all this: What I did that night could be done by anyone with a heart yielded to God. All it took was being available, been willing, and being obedient to the call. And the result was living amazed.

Early in 2015, I called the church in Marble Falls to see if Brother Maxwell was still around. Indeed, he was, as pastor emeritus. It had been almost fifty years, but he still remembered me. He said he would never forget the day he climbed over a barbed wire fence to come find me, because a brief encounter at a convenience store parking lot had turned his entire town inside out. That’s what living amazed is all about.

Just a few months after I last spoke to him, Max Copeland went to be with the Lord at the age of eighty-five, after sixty-nine years of ministry, including fifty-seven years in Marble Falls. What distinguished his ministry in the minds of all who knew him was his genuine, steadfast love for other people. That’s something we all can emulate.

What the Bible says about LIVING AMAZED

After the demon was cast out, the mute man spoke; and the crowds were amazed. Matthew 9:33

Now as they observed the confidence of Peter and John and understood that they were uneducated and untrained men, they were amazed, and began to recognize them as having been with Jesus. Acts 4: 13

 “it could have been done by anyone with a heart yielded to God!! All it took was being available, being willing, and being obedient to the call.”

 Go Forth yielded, available, willing & obedient… while you’re able! >>>>> merlin

Miracle at Marble Falls TX

As told by James Robison on pages 12-19 in “Living Amazed: How Divine Encounters Can Change Your Life.”

When Betty and I had been married about seven years, we leased a hunting property with some friends about sixty miles northwest of Austin TX. We planned to use it as a retreat from the pace and pressures of my preaching ministry, which at the time had me on the road more than 275 days a year.

That summer we drove up to see the property and do some maintenance work. WE took our daughter Rhonda, who was five years old, and my former foster parents, the Rev. and Mrs. Hale. After a full day of work in the hot Texan sun, we still had a four-hour drive ahead of us to back home to the Ft. Worth area, and by then evening had fallen. As we drove through a little town called Marble Falls, I said to Betty, “I gotta have some chocolate milk.”

I was still sweaty from the work, I hadn’t shaved in a couple days, and I was dressed in coveralls and boots, and a big craving for chocolate milk, so we pulled into the first quick-stop market along the way.

As I got out of the car, I noticed thirty or forty high-school age kids hanging around in small groups in the parking lot. Some had their heads down, and I sensed they were troubled about something. Inside the store, I passed a couple of girls who were wiping tears from their eyes, on my way back to the dairy case. I sensed the Holy Spirit saying to me, James, you need to talk to these kids.

When I got to the check-out, I said, ”I’ve seen some folks who are crying. What’s going on here?”

“These kids are really, really  sad,” she said. “One of the most popular students, a football player, was in a car accident, and broke his neck. The kids have been here today praying that he would recover, be healed, but they just got word that he died.”

Again, I sensed the Holy Spirit say, Go talk to these boys and girls. They need to her how much Jesus loves them. The message was as clear as if it had been audible. Here’s a good example of how the enemy gets in and tries to distract us. No sooner had I heard the Lord speak than a second voice – my own voice – began to enumerate all the reasons why talking to these kids was not a good idea.

You need to look out for your family, James. You still have a four hour drive ahead of you. Betty’s tired, Rhonda’s tired, the Hales are tired. You’re wearing coveralls, and you haven’t showered or shaved. And besides, these kids are all over the place out there. How would you ever get them together to talk to them?

When the enemy goes to work on us, it’s not like Cupid shooting arrows of love. He fires suggestions, doubts, and distractions. But when God speaks, He speaks the truth.

James, these kids need to hear how much I love them.

I paid for my chocolate milk and walked toward the exit. As soon as I touched the door handle, I saw all the kids in the parking suddenly come together in a circle right out front.

Okay, Lord, that is just too obvious.

In my dirty coveralls, unshaven, and looking like a bum, I stepped into the middle of the circle, looked around at all the grieving faces, and said, “Excuse me, I was just passing through town, and the lady inside told me you just lost a friend. I’m so sorry to hear that. But I feel impressed to tell you that if your friend was a Christian, he’s in heaven right now, and he’s looking down at you and saying, ‘Whatever you do, don’t miss this! Don’t miss heaven.’ And he wants you to know that Jesus is the way to heaven.”

Now, if your friend was not a Christian, he’s saying, ‘I don’t want you to come where I am right now.’ And if you yourself are a Christian, he’s saying, ‘Why didn’t you tell me about Jesus! Why didn’t you tell me so I didn’t end up here?’

“If you didn’t tell him about Jesus, you have to honestly ask yourself why? And if you know Jesus, you need to understand that your friends here could leave at any moment, like this boy did, and you need to be a witness.

“Those of you who don’t know Christ, your friend wants to make sure that you don’t miss heaven.”

I concluded by saying, “Whatever you might think about what I just said, remember this: on the day your friend died, a stranger who was just driving through town stopped long enough to point you to Jesus and recommend Jesus to you.

Then I walked back to the van, got in, and we resumed our drive home.

That sounds like the end of the story, right? I hadn’t told the kids my name, where I was from, or what I did. Nothing.

Several weeks later. We were doing an area-wide crusade in Austin. That was the crusade where eleven members of the 1969 national champion Texas Longhorn football team came to Christ, including quarterback James Street and receiver Randy Peschel, who would later connect on an amazing fourth-down pass to set up the winning touchdown against Arkansas that sealed the national championship.

After the service one night, several high school kids came up to me and said, “Sir, you’re him. You don’t look like him, but you’re him. You’re the one.”

“I’m the one who what?”

“The one who stopped in the parking lot and told us about Jesus. Sir, that changed our lives.” One of the girls started crying and said, “My dad was an alcoholic and I went home and led him to the Lord. He was  killed just a short time later, but he went to heaven because you stopped at that store.”

“That’s amazing!” I said.

But the story doesn’t stop there.

To be continued in Wednesday AM blog.  Blessings as YOU GO FORTH>>>>>merlin

PRAYER ROOMS EXPLAINED

Everything has life cycles. We humans, as do empires, nations, ideologies, political parties, businesses, economies, even churches, all ebb and flow, or rise and fall. Humans compared to the other examples I offered, are not organizations and differ in the fact they are created in the image of God, possess a soul, and are capable of experiencing eternity, thereby exempt from the typical life cycle demise.

Most unique and so disturbing to the evolution crowd not wanting to recognize the innate qualities and capabilities God has physically endowed into humans over their animal cousins, and what’s even worse for that crowd, is the fact when humans are in relationship vertically with the Trinity known as Christ Followers, they are empowered by the Spirit and are known to exhibit recognizable supernatural dimensions.

For some reason, while driving the scenic back country roads during my route days, I’d stop when time permitted, in the parking lots of either these evidently failing or already closed churches, and read the signs: you know, the grass not mowed, no gravel, either no sign of identity or welcome; or if so, gravely faded; weeds well rooted and in full bloom, etc. And that is just what I could see. Then my imagination kicks in, and I imagine this churches cycle of life; who were the persons and the events that drove its formation, who were all the individuals and families that came thru its doors for the churches dynamic good years, for weddings, baptisms, funerals, revivals, prayer meetings as they sent young men and women off to war, or during the Cuban missile crisis, or for celebrations such as the ending of wars…

And then I would imagine the leaner years, after the attendance dropped, members were no longer drawn to worshiping, or praising God; evident first in their homes likely because the TV became the family altar replacing Bible reading and prayer, and then as years passed and when the culture lost its morals, followed by the subsequent proliferation of additional addicting forms of entertainment, perhaps even professional sports, accentuated by loss of leadership, whether in the pulpit, or among the elders and deacons, but especially in the pews and the surrounding community.

And once the congregation lost standing, influence or respect throughout the community, whether slowly thru assimilation, or quick and decisive, by such as devastating moral failures, or perhaps discouraging times such as we are witnessing since covid, hospice appeared to be their only option. Their last valiant ditch effort from the three remaining members, all in their upper 80’s, was to donate their edifice to an upstart fellowship in need of their building, but alas, no such qualified individuals could be found anywhere capable and interested in continuing the building’s decaying legacy.

But my vivid imagination observed one of the three had found several of Dr. Terry Teykl’s five books in his home library that he had long forgotten, giving outstanding insight and guidelines into establishing successful prayer in the local church. Sharing these books with the other two remaining members, they decided it was best they tackle the book on establishing a prayer room first. Below are the words of Dr Teykl:

Making Prayer visible in our churches makes it more likely to happen and encourage more people to participate. We must do everything we can to make prayer appealing, from investing in first-class prayer materials to raising up comfortable, inviting places for people to seek God. Prayer does not need to be mercenary to be spiritual.

One of the simplest and yet most profound things a prayer room offers is a place to be alone and still before God. It promotes humility and a visible dependence on God. Prayer rooms also generate and facilitate other prayer ideas given by the Holy Spirit to affect the whole ministry of the church in the community.

Ten Reasons Your Church Needs  A Prayer Room

1. It allows us to schedule prayer in a systematic manner, making it likely to happen. Scheduled prayer is Biblical. If you read in the book of Acts, you will see that the disciples had scheduled times of prayer – 9:00 am in Acts 2:15; 3:00 pm in Acts 3; 12 noon in Acts 10: 9; and 3:00 pm in Acts 10:30. Also, scheduled prayer tends to be inspirational prayer because it is based on a conscious decision to seek God at a given time each week, not merely during a crisis or a feeling.

  2. A prayer room provides an excellent place to keep a record of all the deeds of God in the life of the church – a reminder to thank and praise Him for all He does.

3. Prayer rooms provide places where information can be gathered and prayed over, promoting agreement in prayer.

4. Prayer rooms provide ownership of the church vision and serves as tangible, visible reminders of our commitment to pray.

5. The compassion of Jesus is displayed to the community while we make a statement to them about the importance of prayer.  

6. A prayer room provides a place where prayer can be practiced and matured – a training center for both corporate and individual prayer.

7. An inclusive impact is made on the church because a prayer room brings everyone to one place to pray.

8. Prayer rooms minister the presence of God to those who come, providing a place where people can be quiet and hear the voice of God. Church staff and prayer counselors can use it when a quiet, private place is needed.

9. Prayer rooms encourage soaking prayer – prolonged periods of prayer – persevering prayer. Sometimes it takes persistent prayer to reach a spiritual breakthrough. It is sobering to realize how many prayers fell just short of the mark because we gave up too soon.

10. A prayer room provides a control center for strategic prayer evangelism, for warfare and other prayer ministries.

A prayer room needs to provide privacy and be closed off from outside distractions. It should be comfortable, with a pleasant atmosphere,  – an inviting place to enjoy the Lord’s presence. It’s important that it be safely accessible 24 hours a day, with a telephone and preferably a separate outside entrance that is well-lighted and has a combination lock. It should be inspirational and should have helpful information to guide people as they pray.

Blueprint for the House of Prayer, pp. 48-49

PS

From where I sit at my writing table, I can see Marcus A Yoder’s book, Cathedrals, Castles, and Caves on the shelf. I’ve not read it yet but I always want to inject barn haymows into the three C’s. Part of my anabaptist genealogy I guess, resists the ten point footwork and says that the shop, the summer kitchen, the backyard swing, the spring house, the garden bench, the apple tree crotch in the far corner of the orchard, and the multiple barns, all offer the needed seclusion for engaging times of prayer. But I must remember the most folks do not have access to such organic prayer sites as many of us rural folk do, and  neither do many worship facilities, and neither do too often our homes. Perhaps if we offer such in our corporate worship centers, our homes will follow the example of restoring the Family Altar for praise, prayer, Bible reading and especially, the art of conversation. No devices allowed!  

Living Amazed! How Divine Encounters Can (Will) Change Your Life!

By James Robison

My Call to Preach…

I was a support person on the platform at a Friday night revival when I heard the Lord say to me very clearly, “I’m going to use you to preach My Truth to the world.”

I’ve often said that when the Lord speaks to me, I hear Him louder than if He were speaking out loud. This was the first time I had ever heard Him speak to me like this, but His word to me was loud and clear: “I want you to be an evangelist.”

This was a mind-blowing prospect for an illegitimate child whose father had deserted him before he was ever born; whose mother had given him away by placing an ad in the newspaper; who had grown up feeling overlooked, unloved, totally rejected, and almost invisible. And now God was saying to me, “Son, I see you. I choose you. And I want to use you.”

“God, how?” I asked. “How would I ever make a living as an evangelist?”

“Where is your faith?” the Lord replied.

I said, “It’s all in you.” And I meant it. At that moment, I yielded my life into the Master Potter’s hand; I gave Him the whole lump of clay.

As I sat there on the platform, it truly was a Holy Spirit-infilling moment. It was as if the Spirit of God swept me up and began to shape something in me – I wouldn’t call it self-confidence but God – confidence –and the kind of boldness revealed in the book of Acts. I felt the power of that boldness and a legitimate compassion for others that just seemed to communicate and resonate with people. And it started instantly.  

Preaching At Petro – Tex

On the following Monday morning after my call, I went back to my summer job at the Petro-Tex chemical plant in Pasadena. I had been working as a painter’s helper in town, but when a job opened at Petro-Tex, I moved over there because of more money. I worked as a pipe fitter’s assistant on a construction site, helping the men who were assembling all the pipes for a big plant addition. I had been there about three weeks after my high school graduation prior to college when God had called me to preach.

The plant workers ate lunch out in the yard every day, where there were a number of large flatbed trucks parked and as many as a hundred men would gather on them to eat their lunches. To a shy kid, they were a huge crowd.

The conversations I heard during these lunchtimes were obscene and degrading. On top of all the cursing, the primary things these men talked about were all the bars and parties they were going to, all the women they were having sex with, and whatever else they were doing on the weekends. It was just awful, nothing but filth.

So there I was , having just received the call to preach, and I was surrounded by some of the vilest and most depraved talk you could ever hear – and it made me sick. I couldn’t eat my lunch. As I looked around at all these men laughing and talking about how “we went to this party . . . and everyone was getting drunk and carrying on. . . ,” I suddenly felt compelled to jump up onto one of the flatbeds and shout with the authority of a coach or a drill sergeant, “Listen! Listen to me!”

The men all turned and stared in my direction.

“Listen!” I said. “I’m just a boy trying to learn how to be a man, and all I’m hearing from you all is how to think filthy, talk filthy, and live filthy. Men, I wouldn’t talk about a dog the way most of you talk about your wives.”

The minute I said that, hot tears started cutting a course down my cheeks, which were covered in dust from the morning’s work. I reached into the back pocket of my Levi’s, where I had a little Soul Winner’s New Testament. I held it up, with those tears in my eyes, and said, “But God loves you so much. He gave Jesus to die for you and to give you life, to show you how to live and how to love your wife and your family. I just want you to know that if I can help you, I’m a helper. If you will just call me, I will tell you how you can know Jesus.”

With that, I jumped down off the trailer. Without question, within me was a zeal and a fire that only can be described as the work of the Holy Spirit. I knew I had been caught up in a powerful force unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Now, with that many hardened souls standing around, you can imagine the kind of feedback I might have received. But there was none of that – no catcalls, no shouting, and no mockery. Only dead silence and a yard full of men, their mouths crammed with entire halves of sandwiches, staring at me in disbelief.

For the next three weeks, before I left for college, I led men to Christ all over that plant.

I mean, it was nonstop, every day praying with those men. I don’t recall doing one lick of pipe fitting work. Instead, all day long, I would hear shouts of , “Helper! Helper!” and I would climb up onto the steel catwalks of the storage tanks they were working on, and the men would say, “You hit me, son. That’s me. You were right. I don’t love my wife like I should. I don’t even love my kids like I should.” And I would pray with them. I was seventeen years old, and I was catching my first glimpse. Of what it means to live amazed.

Years later, when we held crusades in the greater Houston area, men would come up to me after I had preached and say, ”Five years ago . . . eight years ago . . .  ten years ago, you led me to the Lord out there at the chemical plant. We were way up on a catwalk and we got down on our knees.” I met four who were then deacons in their church.

That’s the way my ministry started. And the amazing results never stopped.

I first met James Robison maybe six years ago having never seen or heard of him prior to reading this book, Living Amazed. Actually, I now consider this book as one of the most inspirational recently written books I’ve encountered and am encouraging Christ Followers (CF’s) regardless of age or spiritual maturity to consider reading it. Today I began listening to it again on Audible while exercising on my antique Dyne Aire . . . and am already into Chapter Eight wondering why I ever waited so long to revisit How Divine Encounters Really Will Change Your Life! (Rather, All our lives!)

I personally live by the belief “the ball” is always in our court! Not a popular assumption any longer!

Each morning when I awake, I only have 1 choice to make from 6 options as to how I’ll live out my day and they are 1.) being bad; 2.) being mediocre; 3.) being average; 4.) being good (there’s that word again); 5.) being world-class; and 6.) being Jesus – centered!  

Moreover, our culture today pushes us to be either Ego driven or Victim centered! If you’re struggling with either, inhale the freshness of the Proverbs. Read a chapter every day to enhance your personal clarity! Humbleness of heart is the option of choice for CF’s. Be vigilant in all things by being Jesus – centered. Blessing AS YOU GO FORTH>>>> merlin

Two Question Pop Quiz:

1.) Define good;

2.) Spiritually, are you more “form” or real “substance?”

Though the title was to get your attention, the questions have merit and I hope they clarify your evaluations of your current spiritual race. Perhaps it is best if we first define the word “good.” The Hebrew word for good is tob. A few of the definitions found in The complete Word Study Dictionary are: “to be happy, acceptable, to do well, right.” The New International Encyclopedia of Bible Words takes it deeper by stating:

This simple word means “good” in the broadest sense. It includes the beautiful, the attractive, the useful, the profitable, the desirable, the morally right.

The concept that links all these uses of “Good” is evaluation. To determine the good, one must  compare things, qualities, and actions with other things, qualities, and actions.

The account of the Creation introduces tob biblically as God views each day’s work and pronounces it good. God too evaluates. It is in fact because God shared His image and likeness with mankind that human beings have the capacity to make value judgements. But Sin has distorted humanity’s perceptions. (there is that perception word again!) Because of this, only God is able to evaluate perfectly. The writers of the OT were convinced that not only was God the giver and the measure of good but also that He alone knows what is truly beneficial for us and what is morally right. Only because God has shared His evaluation of good in His Word are we who rely on Him able to affirm with confidence that a certain thing, quality, or course of action is beneficial.

I suggest the key word from the above is evaluation. Adam and Eve chose to evaluate good and acceptable apart from God’s counsel. They made an assessment according to a different set of standards: their own. This has been the root of man’s hostility with the Creator ever since. It has taken various shapes and forms, but it always comes down to this underlying motive: “I know what is right for my life and don’t need anyone to tell me otherwise.” Yet God declares: There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death”(Proverbs 16:25).

God certainly knows how easily the line between good and evil can be distorted. If it happened in the garden, how much more easily can it occur today? God warns there will be ways – behavioral patterns, thought processes, beliefs, customs, and yes, even traditions – that seem acceptable by our evaluation but will eventually prove faulty in the building of our lives, and will in time, extract its toll. The results may take months or years to appear or sometimes not even show up until the Day of Judgement. Paul says, “Remember, the sins of some people are obvious, leading them to certain judgment. But there are others whose sins will not be revealed until later” (I Timothy 5:24 NLT). I can’t speak for you, but the second part of that verse causes me to tremble. Not that I’m scared of God, but rather, I’m terrified to be away from Him, outside His loving presence.

The bottom line is simply this: do I truly believe God’s wisdom is perfect and trust Him for what’s best for my life? Every human being must solidify the answer to this question in their own heart. And this core conviction cannot vary from one matter to another. Either God’s wisdom is perfect in all cases in my life, or it’s flawed, and if the latter, we will consequently attempt to operate independent of Him.

So what is the standard of good we are to trust? What leads to the way of life? The apostle Paul tells us: All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. (II Tim. 3:16 NLT)

Perhaps this is an appropriate time to examine several key elements of Paul’s statement.

All Scripture. Notice, it does not say some. And definitely not just the ones we like or agree with. Or those that fit with our way of thinking or believing. Be honest. Do you view God’s wisdom as right in some areas but out of date or irrelevant in other cases?

Consider Eve. She knew God was Creator. She enjoyed the riches of His goodness along with the wonder of His presence. She lived in the ultimate Garden of Eden in peace, harmony, and abundance. Yet – and this is huge! Once convinced by the serpent an area of God’s wisdom wasn’t right, she fell directly into Sin and was removed as was Adam from the garden. So, if Eve could be swayed in a flawless environment of abundance, whatever will be our protection in the midst of the corruption in our culture? Only Scripture and the promised Comforter can and will suffice!

                Consider Scripture an absolute must to teach us what is true and right! Yes, it is so possible for something to have the appearance of good yet be just the opposite. You’ve all experienced concepts, assumptions, opinions, qualities, ways of reasoning and thought patterns that can seem so good and right; yet, not are all so endowed. For these hidden dangers, God has given us a complete play book (manual) so we do not unknowingly veer away from truth and be consumed with the seductive compelling bunny trails frequently leading to death. You know by now of course, the only viable playbook is the Bible. And unfortunately, as with instructions for the assembly of Christmas gifts on Christmas Eve, it is often ignored until it becomes a last resort life preserver event, requiring God’s exquisite gifts of grace and mercy. Perhaps even, again!

                It is pertinent for us to ask ourselves when free from deadline stress and such chaos, am I consistently reading my Bible? Answer honestly. Recall I’ve been giving numerous invites in recent blogs to join the 2022 For LIFE family in reading The One Year Bible! Next, do I actually study it? Do I spend time searching out God’s wisdom for the specifics of my life, my family, my peers? Or do I, like Eve, just presume I’m fluent in His Word, you know, I show up all decked out in my Sunday morning sometimes fake smile (my form) too often accompanied with little or no internal  “spiritual substance of merit?”

So in summary, perhaps the big question is just this: while living on this uniquely corrupted planet earth while also battling the ever conniving tempter Satan – do I really believe I am better than the historical Eve in her Garden of Eden, at understanding and obeying God’s truths, staying relationally aligned both vertically with the Trinity and horizontally with peers, community, and other Christ Followers?  May God have mercy on my soul as I struggle to stay in the race!

Good or God? Why Good Without God Isn’t Enough. John Bevere Pages 29-31. My apologies to John as I exercised considerable latitude and license in editing his text this time. Just seemed appropriate as I read tonight but you’ll never know the extent unless you have a copy.

I am fully aware much of my material of late is perhaps too elementary for many of you, so on this blog I attempted to reintroduce the basics with a different twist.  John Bevere has an amazing testimony and God has richly blessed him and his family as world class faith facilitators with their renown Ambassadors International organization. I do admit though I occasionally will swallow hard at times when reading some of his writings, and having read most of his books, I know that is rare and I’m deeply indebted to John and  owe him much gratitude for his teaching, wisdom, and encouragement that he has imparted to me over the years.    

Unforgettable Bombs

Too often of late I’ve heard the phrase “All we can do is pray.” That misguided statement reminds me of the amazing role played by some Czech citizens in World War II.

In Elmer Bendiner’s book, The Fall of Fortresses, he describes one bombing run over the German city of Kassel: “Our B-17 (the Tondelayo) was barraged by flack from Nazi anti-aircraft guns. That was not unusual, but on this particular occasion our gas tanks were hit. Later, as I reflected on the miracle of a twenty-millimeter shell piercing the fuel tank without touching off an explosion, our pilot, Bohn Fawkes, told me it was not quite that simple.

“On the morning following the raid, Bohn had gone down to ask our crew chief for that shell as a souvenir of unbelievable luck. The crew chief told Bohn that not just one but eleven had been found in the gas tanks – eleven un-exploded shells where only one was sufficient to blast us out of the sky. It was as if the sea had been parted for us. Even after thirty-five years, so awesome an event leaves me shaken, especially after I heard the rest of the story from Bohn.

“He was told that the shells had been sent to the armorers to be defused. The armorers told him that intelligence had picked them up. They could not say why at the time, but Bohn eventually sought out the answer. Apparently, when the armorers opened each of these shells, they found no explosive charge. They were clean as a whistle and just as harmless. Empty? Not all of them.

“One contained  a carefully rolled piece of paper. On it was a scrawl in Czech. The Intelligence people scoured our base for a man who could read Czech. Eventually, they found one to decipher the note. It set us marveling. Translated, the note read: “This is all we can do for you now.”

All we can do?! The pilots on that B-17 certainly didn’t have a small opinion of what those Czechs had done. Nor did the wives, children, or grandchildren of those airmen. Not to mention the lives they saved in the future as they helped deliver the world from Adolph Hitler. “All we can do . . .!”

This is often what I think when I hear people bemoan their helplessness or lack of contribution as they pronounce, “All we can do is pray.” What better activity could a person possibly do? We can impact the world, secure destinies and affect eternity through prayer.

Watchman Prayer: How to Stand Guard and Protect Your Family, Home, and Community. Dutch Sheets Pages 108-110.