Thursday, November 2, 2017

Entry number 7. So FL 11-2-2017

  I've been staring at my screen for several minutes. I feel led to write but I have no clue where to begin, or for that matter, where to end. Eric and I are back at the condo in Florida. The Lord has instructed him to help me get the place clean and in order. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? In fact, if you're reading this and you don't believe that the Holy Spirit is alive and active in the world, you probably should stop right here. I'm having a hard enough time formulating this for my brothers and sisters who acknowledge His presence.  Many folks I know who don't believe in, or who have serious doubts as to the power and existence of the living God, already think I'm a candidate for a straight jacket fitting. If you're in that camp, unless you wish to further validate that diagnosis, read no more.
  Why would the Lord tell Eric to help me? I don't know. Neither does Eric. Could it be that Eric is delusional and loves scrubbing and carting heavy bag after heavy bag of trash to the dumpster that he fabricated this message from the Lord? Is he perhaps fulfilling a life long, never previously stated goal of assisting a physically-limited buddy in domestic drudgery? I don't think so... The air conditioning went out in the condo. What in the world does that have to do with anything? Maybe nothing. Maybe something.
  This was the third time in the past year that my AC has gone out. 0-2 was reason enough to cut my former AC guy. Several months ago, I met a gentleman at a restaurant who just happens to do that type of work. I promised to call him if it were to happen again. So I did.
  Almost as soon as Pablo arrived, the three of us began to talk about the Lord. And not insignificant small talk. Deep, meaningful, life-altering matters were discussed. And here's the amazing part: Divine appointments like that one are happening regularly! I don't want to say they're becoming common place because there isn't anything remotely ordinary about what's going on.
  It's happening when we go out to eat. It's happening in barber shops. It's happening in grocery stores. They happened when we were on the road. They happen when we're together. They happen to us individually.
  God has certainly put folks in my path before but it's different now. The appointments are much more frequent and much, much more intense. It strikes me that the spiritual landscape is changing. Society and the "world" are becoming darker and more polluted. But the Light of Christ is getting brighter.
  I know we are not unique in experiencing this spiritual surge because we aren't the cause. And it isn't about being on the road because we aren't right now. It's the Lord. I think what we are seeing is the beginning of the latter rains spoken of by the prophet Joel. Brothers and sisters, our focus needs to be squarely on Kingdom business. Where your heart is, there your treasure will be. 

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Entry number 6. E TN Correctional Facility. 10-24-17

  Jesse Adams had the barrel of his handgun pressed hard against his chest. The crime spree he had embarked on was not going to end in a prison sentence. He was mad at the banks he was robbing who, as he perceived, had first robbed him. He was mad at the world. He was mad at himself. Time to pull the trigger and end the nightmare that was his life........
  A single shot rang out. It wasn't Jesse's. An FBI marksman shot the gun Jesse was trying to take his own life with right out of his hand. Had it been one split second later, Jesse would almost certainly be dead. That was 1989.
  We went to see Jesse Adams in prison yesterday. Despite the fact that we had no appointment and there are no Tuesday visiting hours, we were allowed in. If you're curious as to the Jesse Adams of 1989, I'm sorry. I can't tell you about him because he no longer exists. That Jesse Adams is dead. Not physically of course, but spiritually. The Jesse Adams I was privileged to meet had the light of Christ shining through him.
  Eric had met Jesse previously and they correspond periodically. It was my first time in a correctional facility and I had no idea how to minister to an inmate. That didn't matter because this was not a typical prisoner/minister encounter. It was simply a meeting among three brothers in Christ. It was apparent right away that there were no traditional "roles" at play.
  I don't think I could effectively recount details from yesterday even if I tried to. The specifics aren't important anyway. What is important is the transformation of Jesse. He is in the 28th year of a life sentence. This is a sentence he was so eager to avoid back in 1989 that he was ready to kill himself rather than be incarcerated! Now, he is a man who literally amazes me by his grace and gentleness. He has the heart of a servant. It doesn't matter if it's other inmates, guards or even visitors, Jesse will preach the gospel to anyone. This did not happen by earthly means. Only the power and love of Christ can accomplish a change like this!
  Jesse told us that according to man he will never be released from prison; but as a child of God he has faith that sometime, in the not too distant future, he will be freed. Whether he gets out of those walls or stays in them, I'm confident in this. His light will continue to shine because it's not where he is, but He who is in him that really matters.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Entry number 5 South Florida 10-3-17

  I haven't posted a blog lately. Eric and I have been in South Florida since 9-28 and for some reason the internet at the condo is not working (because it's me, pilot error is the likely cause). There is much to discuss since 9-24 and I wasn't sure if I should post multiple entries or a single one. I'm easily confused and the idea of structuring several individual blogs made my brain hurt. So, one it is.
  Bear with me as this account will only be mostly chronological. There have been quite a few brief spiritual assignments/encounters with folks we've met on our journey; breakfasts at the hotels, stopping for nuts at a roadside shop in GA, servers at restaurants, many things of this nature. It's very easy to be preoccupied with your own life issues as you deal with people in various settings each and every day, often missing what He is doing in our midst. I have been guilty of this more times than I'd like to admit. My problems are so big that I simply lack the energy and will to be as considerate as I should be. People can be exhausting. I'll leave you alone, you leave me alone. Today, more so than ever, this is the societal norm.
  It shouldn't be. It's clear to me that when your focus is on following and obeying His will, you see how important every soul you have the chance to touch is. Eric and I are traveling with the stated goal of ministering. But for all of us as Christians, this "stated purpose" should always be a given. To my shame, it took a "mission" for me to see what is plain as day. Taking His name (identifying yourself as a Christian), obligates you to be constantly ministering (serving). And here's the amazing thing: you will be blessed as much, or even more, than those you minister to. "Preach the gospel always; use words when necessary" (I think Francis of Assisi said that, but I'm not sure). By the way, don't use this quote to justify never actually speaking the truth to others (see 1st Peter 3:15). Know that your main job is to shine the light of Christ, always. Do it with customers; do it as a customer; do it when treated well; do it when treated shabbily. When you are serving Christ, you will be found serving man. Bitterness, envy, selfish ambition, spite, and hate will keep the "peace that surpasses all understanding" from you. I was too slow to see this. Don't be dense like me. You're a Christian, that means you're on a mission. It really is that simple. We all need to work constantly as ambassadors of His kingdom. Each of us should be having so many of our own "Christ stories/appointments" daily, that we can't even recall them all individually. That's worth shooting for.
  I'm not going to go into specific details about any of these "little" divine appointments Eric and I have been blessed with, but that does not diminish them in the least. They may well be where we have our greatest impact. We don't necessarily always see where the pebbles we throw end up. We don't even know if they hit a pond and cause ripples or not. But we're gonna keep chucking them. Yep, we're gonna keep chucking them.......
  Eric has always been very interested in Biblical archaeology. We were in TN and that is where the "Ron Wyatt Museum" is. As you likely inferred, Ron Wyatt was a Biblical archaeologist. He passed away in 1999. Eric contacted the museum and discovered that they are only open for private tours. We scheduled one for Monday 9-28. We enjoyed a Green Bay Packer victory on Sunday (I did, not so much Eric), and left early Monday morning for Cornersville, TN where the museum is located.
  We knew that Richard Rives (I wrote it down as Reeves which is how it's pronounced), Wyatt's former business partner and friend for the last ten years of his life, would be conducting the tour. We had no idea how many folks would be there, or any other details. Richard lives right next door to the museum, and when we pulled into the parking lot he came out to greet us. There was no one else on his schedule that morning, so to our delight, we were given a private tour.
  I'm speaking more as a spectator than participant at this point because Richard and Eric are in another league from me. I was trying to learn the language of Biblical archaeology that they were speaking fluently. But I can tell you this, it was a privilege to have Richard Rives talk with us and show us artifacts, some from his own personal collection.
  As I looked around the museum, I noticed that Reeves (phonetically pronounced), was actually spelled "Rives". Interesting spelling, I thought to myself. Richard could not have been more gracious as we talked. Our conversation covered many topics. When Richard mentioned his son David, the name struck me as familiar. Then it hit me: David Rives hosts one of my favorite shows on TBN called "Creation in the 21st Century". I asked Richard if this "David" was the same one. He was! Richard kindly offered to show us his son's new production studio nearby. We eagerly accepted. Richard brought his other son Murray along with us, who is also heavily involved in the ministry. Murray was every bit as gracious as his father. Eric and I both felt very privileged to have, not one, but two private tours in the same day! I told Murray and Richard how much I admired the work that David does. "Too bad he's not here. I would have loved to have met him," I said. We invited Richard and Murray to join us for lunch. Murray had too much work to do but Richard accepted.
  Here's where I get a bit muddled on the exact order of events. Everything is accurate, I'm just not sure what, if anything, was established at the production studio or if it all came together at lunch. As best as I can recall, the next two days were scheduled at lunch so that's what I'm going with.
  In our discussions, the name Dr. Kent Hovind came up somehow. I don't remember why or even the context. Dr. Hovind is very well-known in academic circles by creationists and naturalists both. Naturalists despise him. He will debate anyone anywhere about the lie that is Darwinian evolution. If you want to know why they despise him, just YouTube any evolutionary debate he participates in. They hate him because they can't beat him. Dr. Hovind was falsely accused and put in prison on trumped-up charges for tax evasion (research this yourself if you don't take my word on it that he was indeed railroaded). I didn't know if he was out of prison or not so I asked Richard if he had any knowledge about his status. Richard said that he had been released from prison (after serving 8 years), and that he had actually just spoken with Dr. Hovind within the last couple of days. And to our surprise, he then asked us if we would like to meet him! I enthusiastically told Richard that I would love to have that opportunity. Eric was unfamiliar with his work, but nevertheless agreed to drive to Lenox, AL to meet Dr. Hovind the following day. We would not have been able to schedule this meeting without Richard's help. To our further delight, we also learned that David Rives, Richard's son, would possibly be able to meet with us the day after we were to meet with Dr. Hovind.
  We left Tuesday morning for the five hour drive to Lenox. Actually, it turned out to be a total of a ten hour drive for us that day because we returned to Cornersville, TN that night. After meeting with Dr. Hovind (and others) we were happy to learn that David Rives would be available to meet with us Wednesday morning.
  Dr. Hovind has about one-hundred and fifty acres of land in Lenox. He is working on creating a dinosaur theme park and creation science museum geared primarily for youngsters. Eric has always known that Darwinian evolution is a lie. I was agnostic most of my life and absolutely believed in it. Dr. Hovind was a very positive influence helping me see that not only is Darwinian evolution a lie, it is mutually-exclusive with a Biblical worldview and a very real danger academically. We are not animals! But why are we surprised when we see "beastly" behavior from those who have it drilled into them from grade school through grad school that they are nothing but animals who evolved from amoebas?! Let me take a moment to encourage you, if you believe in Darwinian evolution, to look into both sides of this theory. I was convinced of Creation while trying to prove to my brother that Darwinian evolution is true. It's not.
  Eric never needed such proof, and honestly, he didn't seem too interested in Dr. Hovind's work. That's why I was there, he was there for something else. Among the volunteers working with Dr. Hovind was a family who earlier felt led by the Holy Spirit to come down to Alabama from New York. It was obvious that Eric was sent there for them. He had encouraging words for the wife and felt led to give her a copy of his book In His Service. To Eric's surprise, she later commented that her husband had heard of Eric's book! I was very gratified to meet Dr. Hovind, but while these things are hard to quantify, I would have to say Eric's encounter was more spiritually significant.
  We went back to Cornersville on Wednesday and had a very educational and enjoyable experience with Richard, Murray, and David Rives. Richard and David joined us for lunch. Once again, Murray was hard at work. We exchanged contact information and Eric and I both hope our paths with them will cross again. I expect they will.
  When we first left Bristol,TN, we had no idea what was in store for us. I would have scoffed if someone had told me that I was going to meet with Dr. Kent Hovind and David Rives on successive days! Eric would probably have done the same had you told him he would get two private tours and two lunches in three days with Ron Wyatt's closest friend, Richard Rives! Not that we're star struck. In fact, we're all merely fellow servants of our Lord. But who knows what these, or any other connections we've made or will make, might lead to. What we look at as being of no significance may be of the greatest significance. Point is, we don't know anything except to keep chucking. And, Lord willing, that's what we'll do!     


Monday, September 25, 2017

Entry number 4 Rossville GA 9-24-17

  Eric wanted a country-fried steak biscuit with egg and cheese from Hardees. We were heading to Chattanooga, TN from Holly Springs, NC on Friday morning, September 22. Thursday night's meeting with the Gashler's, Mark, Trace, and before her bedtime, their adorable daughter Ellie, was enjoyable and productive. There weren't too many Hardees on our route and we finally saw a sign indicating that the elusive biscuit could be had at the next exit. Eric drove right by the off-ramp. I asked Eric why he had changed his mind....he hadn't. He thought the exit was further down the road. Several miles later, much to Eric's chagrin, we settled for Waffle House.
  Chattanooga was our destination because several years earlier, Eric had a profound experience with a pastor and his congregation in Lookout Mountain, GA, which is right next to Chattanooga. Eric's aunt and uncle have a beautiful home in Chattanooga. He had promised his aunt that he would not fail to contact her if he ever found himself in that area. She and her husband Jim kindly invited us to stay with them.
  We tried to find a contact number for the church as we drove but were unable to come up with a working one. We did find a website; but that actually presented additional problems. There was no longer a Friday night Bible study, and the pastor Eric previously knew was apparently no longer serving there. Up to this point, we had been blessed with assignments that seemingly just materialized, which is awesome. But this pastor and this congregation were, in a very real way, the catalyst that propelled us to action. We truly expected to at least meet with the pastor. In fact, very near our TN destination, Eric found his number and actually contacted him. He confirmed he no longer worked at the church. He asked Eric to call him back later that evening, which Eric did. His call was never returned. I must say, we were more than a bit perplexed by this. The website for the different church in the same place showed an 11 am. Sunday service. We decided to attend and see what the Lord had in store.....or so we thought.
  After thanking Jim and June for their hospitality, we set out for the Sunday service. Eric's quest for the biscuit grail had not yet been achieved so we left very early. Siri cooperated. There was a Hardees close by.
  We sat down after purchasing what turned out to be (sorry Eric) spectacularly mediocre breakfast sandwiches. While we were eating, Eric noticed some odd activity in front of him. I was facing the other way. Eric got out of his chair and approached an elderly man who was very troubled and unable to rise. He was rigid, gritting his teeth and clinging to his chair. Despite the fact that he resisted, Eric and another stranger (we didn't know he was a stranger until afterward), stepped up to assist. Eric commanded the demon (the stranger helping Eric shared this same perception) to leave the elderly man. Both of them prayed for the man commanding him to get up and walk in the name of Jesus. Within seconds, that's exactly what he did. I know one thing for certain; none of this would have happened if Eric had not missed his Hardees' exit two days earlier.
  The more you try to walk with the Lord, the less you believe that occurrences of this sort are coincidences. Minutes later, that was confirmed. A gentleman who witnessed the healing approached our table with his family. He asked us if we had any plans to attend worship service that day. As best we could in a few moments, we tried to explain where we were headed and why. I doubt it was well conveyed; because Perry invited us to his church instead. We thanked him and told him we would discuss it and pray about it.
  My take was that God doesn't put a road map like that in front of us to be ignored. Eric didn't have a strong sense either way. So we joined Perry and his brothers and sisters in Rossville, GA.
  I don't know if we had an impact at the church. It's likely we never will know. We also will never know what would have happened had we "stayed the course" and gone to Lookout Mountain. I can only tell you that we're doing the best we can to follow Him and if nothing else, I think this makes a pretty good story.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Entry number 3 Bristol TN 9-21-17

  Fatz cafe. Eric's dad mentioned this establishment Monday as we drove around Bristol discussing the various food options. Many restaurants were mentioned but for some reason Fatz stood out. I wanted to eat there and come lunch time Tuesday, that's where Eric and I headed.
  A very pleasant lady named Angie led us to our table and also served us. Eric noticed that Angie was wearing a bracelet with a Bible verse on it. As she showed Eric her wrist, I noticed Zeph. 3-17 inked on her other hand. Eric asked her if these were merely ornamental or if they were indicative of  a Christian world view. I think it's safe to say, the answer Angie gave us was exactly the one we expected to hear. She was a believer and a very passionate and dedicated one at that.
  In the natural, that would be called a coincidence. In the Spirit, we call it what we know it to be; a Divine appointment. Very often, one Divine appointment leads to another. Angie's church conducted a Wednesday meeting which included a time of prayer and a dinner, both of which preceded the service. We accepted her gracious invitation to join her.
  When we left Fatz, Eric and I expressed our mutual apprehension. To be frank, between the two of us, we have had many more negative experiences with the "institutional church" than positive ones. But we had given Angie our word we were coming and never once considered reneging on our promise to attend.
  The prayer time began at 5 pm. I have never seen anything quite like it. Several folks milled about the sanctuary, some praying audibly, some silently. Eric and I were sitting toward the back of the church observing. Afterward, the man who had been praying the most fervently approached us and introduced himself as the congregation's pastor. We spoke briefly and he impressed both Eric and me as a willing servant of our Lord.
  We then went to the gym area to eat. Eric jokingly (I think) tells me he prefers to be in any food line ahead of me as he doesn't want to end up with an empty plate. He found a table where a lone elderly woman sat. We joined her and were very blessed to do so. Mary Maxine was a most gracious and Godly woman. We were both encouraged by her faith and grace.
  One of the men who had been praying, whose name was Dave, stopped by our table to greet us. Eric asked him what he had been praying about in the sanctuary. Before he answered, Eric stressed that he wanted him to be specific and completely truthful. Dave took a deep breath and put his head down for long moment. He then, very humbly, confessed his struggle with spiritual arrogance. His specific prayer was that God would enable him to worship Him in spirit and in truth. Upon hearing Dave's answer, Eric's eyes widened and a look of awe came over his face. Because earlier, while in the sanctuary, Eric had privately asked the Lord, "Are there any here, Lord, who seek to worship You in spirit and in truth?"
  If you have ever experienced a spiritually electrifying moment, you can probably comprehend the amazing feeling that the three of us were blessed to have. If you have never had such an experience, pray that you will. It's an awesome confirmation of the Lord's active presence in our lives.
  We then returned to the sanctuary for the service. Eric and I were both impressed with the pastor's love and zeal for the Lord and for his congregation. After the service, as we waited to say farewell to Angie and others, an older gentleman we had not spoken with or seen before, walked directly up to us. This is what he said: "I was sitting over there and the Holy Spirit told me that you two were angels sent to us by God. As the Scripture says, we often entertain angels unaware." Now, as Eric pointed out, the word angels comes from the Greek word angelos, which means, messenger. And we are messengers, just not the celestial kind. It was another confirmation for Eric and me that we are on the right track in service to our Lord. (Incidentally, we came to realize that all of this was taking place as Rosh Hashana was beginning!) There were other confirmations, and those also are to His credit and glory, not ours.
  Thank you, Angie, for facilitating our incredible visit with these wonderful folks. Your obedience to the Holy Spirit was manifested in the invitation you extended us. Please know that you can be confident in the prophetic confirmation the Lord, through Eric, blessed you with in regard to the fruit your continuing service will bear.

Friday, September 15, 2017

2nd entry. Noblesville IN. 9-15-17

 I plan on meeting Eric in TN. this coming Monday, September 18th. As I ponder what lies ahead for us, the Lord impressed on me how important it is for all of us to keep our focus on His will. Every believer has work to do. We must be mindful of this.
 "For we did not follow cunningly devised fables when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eyewitnesses of His majesty." 2nd Peter 1:16 NKJV. Ten of the original twelve apostles were martyred. Judas committed suicide and most scholars believe John died in Ephesus. While it is true that many have died for illegitimate causes in which they believed, why would anyone, ever die, for that which they knew to be false?
  "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the most pitiable." 1 Corinthians 15:19 NKJV. The gospel is very consistent throughout: We are telling you the Truth about Jesus. If we're wrong, consider us pathetic lunatics.....Believe it or dismiss it. All or nothing.
  A very famous pastor wrote a book titled, "Your Best Life Now". It fails to mention the cross even once. I think this is one aspect of what Paul is referring to when he speaks of being pitiable for placing hope in Christ for this life (or even primarily for this life) only, thereby denying the resurrection and our eternal home in heaven. It is one thing to deny Christ and besmirch Him, it is quite another to take His name and do it. Make no mistake, this is exactly what "Your best life now" does. The prosperity sunshine and lollipop spiel is not only false, it's dangerous. "And you will be hated by all for My name's sake. But he who endures to the end will be saved." Matthew 10:22 NKJV.
  Now, I KNOW His way is, without question, the best (in fact the only) way. Spiritual rewards are vastly superior to earthly rewards. But here's the thing. If your focus is on this life, you can never expect to receive these Spiritual rewards. Eternity is endless. We are here but for a moment... and we can make our moment here so much better. If you focus on working for the eternal Kingdom of God, whatever time you are called to spend in this earthly realm will be much richer. But you will almost certainly be mocked. You may even be called to surrender your life. 
  "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand." Ephesians 6:12-13. NKJV. The world is changing. No one knows the exact hour of His coming, but we are called to recognize the times. The harvest is great and will be greater still. If you are in a lukewarm environment, try to affect change or get out. Read your Bible. Pray for guidance. We all benefit from fellowship with brothers and sisters but at the same time understand that you are primarily responsible for your relationship with Christ. The time to get serious is now!

Monday, September 4, 2017

1st entry. South Florida

"I can understand how people don't believe. I can understand how people fervently believe. What I can't understand, is how people casually believe." (about God). C.S. Lewis. Parenthesis mine.
    Eric Wheeler was nearing the end of his rope. He was about ready to hang up on me, and looking back, he probably should have. It was our first conversation. The only reason he endured as long as he did was because of his friendship with my brother. Eric didn't know it at the time but he was to be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's (my) back.
   I had been looking into Christianity for quite some time and despite the myriad of challenges I presented to my aforementioned brother and my good friend Pastor Bob Morrison, I had to admit it. Their claim was supported by the facts. There is one God, Jesus is His Divine Son and the Bible is the Word of God. This troubled me greatly. I didn't much care for the ramifications. You see, I was too new to perceive the Holy Spirit's part in all this. I viewed my theological conclusion as purely intellectual. The fact that my double brother (spiritual and biological) was, for many reasons, the ideal person to introduce me to the gospel seemed completely coincidental. As If that wasn't enough, I had literally picked Pastor Bob's church, randomly, from the phone book. My brother was in Colorado and I was in Ohio so we only communicated over the phone. Pastor Bob was to be the only face to face influence I would have during my spiritual search. And let's be real here, why in the world would a Pastor, who had a fuller plate than you would even guess, take time to deal with a complete stranger who was constantly peppering him with annoying questions? Well, it wasn't of this world and I'm forever appreciative  that he did. Pastor Bob has a unique combination of humility and strength of conviction. I've never met anyone quite like him. He never ignored my questions and he never once looked down on me. I know now, it was a Divine appointment that put me with Pastor Bob. I doubt there is one other clergyman who would have put up with me as he did. I wouldn't have been able to blame them either.
   My brother and Pastor Bob did much heavy lifting with me and for that I'm eternally thankful. But I wasn't yet ready to take the final, or more literally, baptismal plunge.
   Coming to the Lord, for me, was much like investigative journalism. I read many books and watched hours of video; debates and the like. Most of the content was suggested to me by my brother. One of the last books he recommended was written by a man he knew personally. He described him as a modern day prophet. His name was (still is) Eric Wheeler and he wrote a book titled "In His Service." Now, at this point I was just coming to terms with the ideal of Old Testament prophets: Modern day prophets?? C'mon man!
   If someone other than my brother had vouched for this guy, I would have laughed in their face. But I know my brother and I knew he wasn't lying. Mistaken, perhaps, lying, no chance. So I read the book. It was fascinating. Despite the super natural aspect that permeates from start to finish, it somehow rang true. I mentioned to my brother that I would like to speak with this guy. As I recall, it just came up casually in conversation but my brother said, "here's his number, call him anytime." So I did.
   I called him looking for an off ramp... OK this stuff is true but what's wrong with dipping the toe in before deciding to dive. I must have said that, or something similar a dozen times. Until the last time his answer never changed. "You need to go all in, repent and be baptized." The last time, it was more along these lines: "Look, you called me and I've had enough, you're not ready for this, give it up!" To which I replied, "You're right, all in is the only way. I guess I have to be baptized." Within a week Pastor Bob baptized me. And he was thrilled to do it. I didn't realize that Pastor Bob's son was about to go home to the Lord after a courageous bought with cancer. I don't think I've ever been able to convey to him just how much everything about my baptism meant to me. I would wish that everyone has the kind of baptism experience that I did.
   I ended up moving to Colorado. I felt that the Lord called me there to "train." That "modern day prophet" I so exasperated, is now as good of a friend and brother as I have in this world. I have been trying to follow the Lord for several years now and my last assignment put me in Florida with my elderly father. Dad is now home with our Lord
   Eric and I have both felt that, at some point, we would be called out to minister together. Until very recently, some point, seemed vaguely distant. No longer. We spoke in length this past Sunday and a general plan just seemed to take shape. Supernatural confirmations are hard to convey and I'm not going to try do that right now but after our conversation Sunday we agreed to pray and discuss later. Both of us came to the agreement that our decision was in line with the Holy Spirit. I already had a trip to Ohio planned and Eric was bound for Tennessee. You will just have to trust me (or not) as to other clear confirmations we were both fortunate enough to receive. Perhaps they will pop up in other entries as, Lord willing, I am going to write a journal of our adventure. Our tentative plan is to meet in Tennessee on September 18th........stay tuned.  

Entry number 7. So FL 11-2-2017

  I've been staring at my screen for several minutes. I feel led to write but I have no clue where to begin, or for that matter, where t...