Pure as Gold

“My Bride, I will express My love for you 
In beautiful, joyful dance 
You will express your love for Me 
And dance within My dance 
Forever we will dance on streets so fair and free 
And never will you look back, for there you won’t find Me 
For, here within My eyes a story will unfold 
Of love, so strong and resolute Of love, pure as gold.”—s.d. 

I have been in the United States the past six days buying food, get some work done on my van and to get a new computer with Windows 8. The laptop also has touch screen which is new for me, and I will need to study it more to get familiar with it. And then I will junk this computer. God is so good and I will have a new article next week. While I was at the border I renewed my tourist visa for another six months to spend with the beautiful people of Mexico.

Spring Break

This is the street corner near my house, it is also where the Paola was hit by a car.

 When I was living back in the United States, I heard the term “Spring Break” on the news every year where thousands of young college students who lived in the northeast, would head to the warm beaches of the south, especially in Florida, and they would party for days. This event usually took place during Easter weekend, yet had nothing to do with celebrating that religious holiday. It seem to be a time to escape and “go wild” after being trapped by a long cold winter, the rigors of life and the pressure of trying to achieving a higher education in a world that glorifies knowledge, money, sex, excess and success above everything else.

This young people go wild, because their soul is starving for the truth Bread of Life, but they don’t know it or how to obtain it. Many just try to satisfy that need with drinking, drugs and sexual promiscuity. But, none of these temporal things will truly satisfy the longing in their heart and soul.

I had never been at one of those events before, but I do know what it feels like to be lost and in need of a Savior. However, last week God gave me the opportunity to be at one. It was quite an experience and one that I will never forget; as thousands of young people descended on San Carlos, flooding the city streets and beaches with cars, bodies and tents.

They begin to gather on the street-side at sunset

Many camped on the beach or slept in their cars and pick-up trucks

However, it was not as bad as the reports I had heard of in the United States. The main street in town was bumper-to-bumper traffic and all turn lanes where block-off with barricades, so you had to drive the full length of town, over a mile and a half, before you could turn around to go the other direction. There were hundreds of police everywhere in cars and on foot; directing cars and watching people to make sure they were safe, behaved so nothing bad would happen. I only heard of one bad report where someone wallet was stolen at knife point; otherwise it was a peaceful and joyful time for everyone.

They were all having a great time; drinking lots of beer, talking, and smoking cigarettes. The nights are warm here and many girls wore light clothes with revealing tops or bathing suits, and some guy had no shirts; showing off their muscles or tattoos. And there was loud music was being played everywhere; some from car’s stereo or speakers at storefronts and many groups of musicians playing their instruments. Some people were dancing and singing, others chanting and talking. Many just sat and watched from retaining wall or chairs or the back-end of a pick-up truck parked close by. Most stores remained open, trying to cash-in on the revenue passing by, especially those places that sold beer and food.

More keep coming until you can hardly move.

There were also parents with children watching as people tried to go from one place to another. Some were toting or carrying large ice-chest, full of beer and ice. It was a carnival of sort, but no rides, just all kinds of food, snacks, treats and venders selling everything from flowers, to hats and other apparels, as well as with glowing things to wear on your head or some other part of your body, including temporary tattoos. 

                                          
At times it was difficult to even walk through some areas as people stopped at times to watch young couples doing ”dirty dancing”. Every now and then some people would start chanting or others would throw or spray beer high in the air and you would get caught in the shower, some even through their cans and that could hurt if there was much still left in it. I got caught in that situations a couple times, and there is nothing you could do, but wait it out. Yet I really didn’t mind, even though I don’t drink or like the smell of beer. I was there with God’s children, and enjoying being counted among the sinners and loving them.
 

This went on until 2 or 3am each night and the last night until 4am, but I went home after 1am, but I could still hear the music playing a hundred feet from my house. However, when I went out for my morning walk, I was surprised to see that the streets had been cleared and cleaned by street sweepers, and all trash barrels were emptied every morning. Even poor people who collected beer cans were doing a booming business as they too wondered through the crowd carrying large bags to retrieve the empty cans that were rarely thrown in a trash barrel. 

Pilar's art gallery in the back ground.

At night, I was often stopped by people who wanted to talk to me or have their picture taken with me. I was a total stranger and a “gringo,” but over the days and night I became their friend, and was often greeted each time we met again on my walk-through. I loved it, and in a way, I believe they were honoring me, even though they knew nothing about me, other than I told many that God loved them, and I loved Mexico.  They are the next generation and the future of Mexico, and I want to see their lives and hearts restored, and loving Abba Father with all their hearts. So they can live out their true destiny in the Kingdom of God. I also want to see change now; so I continue to pray and declare that the Holy Spirit is sweeping across this land and setting them free, filling their souls with His peace and joy that only Christ can give. 

Sure there was a lot of drinking and sex at these events, but I also believe it is a prophetic picture of the time when God’s children everywhere will be drunk on the Holy Spirit and experiencing ecstasy in Christ's love and amazing grace. There will be singing and dancing in the streets all over the world with praise and worship to the one true God. Their hungry and thirsty will be satisfied in His presence.

Abba Father intends to bless His children beyond our wildest dreams or expectations. Are we looking, praying and doing what He desires with expectancy in our heart? Our Lord and Husband, is doing a new thing and we must be willing to yield to His leading, if we want to dance with Him.  

Passover

Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, is our Passover and in Him we have been cleansed from all sin and set free. No other name under heaven has been give to man whereby we might be saved. No greater love could the Father shown than by giving His only begotten Son. And no greater sacrifice was demonstrated than by our Lord than laying down His life for ours.

Abba Father, thank you for your awesome Gift and sacrifice.

My Bride

My Bride

 “Let love be your gown

Let it be the relationship we bear

The garment we share

My pain is woven into this clothing—

Love bears all things.

Because of love

We endure difficult days and long nights

Suffering, accusations and betrayals

But because love is there

There is warmth and security.’—s.d.

Sowing into the Kingdom

I have now been in Mexico for a year and a half, and in the City of San Carlos for a year. During that time, I have seen many miracles, but the best thing has been getting to know Abba Father’s heart better. During this adventure, I have also given money, food, and time to help many people. I also walk and pray a lot more, interceding for the hearts and lives of Mexico.  All these action and words are means of sowing.

As sons and daughters of God we give to others to help or to honor them, whether it is through words or something more tangible. In fact, because we are important to God, then everything we do should be important. ”Every time you forgive, the universe changes; every time you reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes; with every kindness and service, seen or unseen God’s purposes are accomplished and nothing will ever be the same.”* Sometimes we can see immediate results, and other times it can take much longer—even centuries. God want us to think big and pray bigger prayers. When we give or do something we are also sowing into the future for something much bigger than the present situation alone. And we should also expect to see a harvest at some point in time, but not necessarily in our life-time. It may be for someone else to harvest. But whether it is sowing or reaping it is all done through and by the power of the Holy Spirit for the glory of God and His Kingdom.

During my Christian walk, I have been taught to give in many different ways. When I was a part of the religious system I usually gave the way they taught to support those beliefs. But when I chose to follow Christ and hear His voice, I began to give a different way. I gradually learned to be lead by the Holy Spirit in my giving as to where, when and how much. As one of God’s prophets I’m learning that He wants me to sow with my words also in different fields and ways than I have ever known before. This has to do with restoring the Kingdom of God. And I think this should apply to others servants and sons of God.

This past year, the Lord has had me sowing not only in Mexico, but around the world. Sowing that will help the poor, but also bring down the walls that divide people; sowing to restore the Kingdom of God and open the doors of prosperity and blessings for all His children. Therefore, I’ve been ministering Christ’s love to people of different religions as well as helping the poor. It is not for me to change them or tell them what s wrong with them, their beliefs or habits, but just love them and declare them free and allow the Holy Spirit to do the work necessary to change their lives from the inside out, and in His timing. Maybe God will bring someone along later to help them, just as He did for me with Sheldon. My mission is one of love, healing and restorations not judgment or personal correction.

Last year, I told you about being a witness at Felipe’s marriage, even though they are Mormons. I have known Palir for over a year and she and her family are Mormons. They have tried to preach to me as to how I should think and believe, but I have no desire to get into a religious debate. Then last week she had several leaders from her church come to her art gallery and talk to some friends who were invited, including me, to hear about helping to build a house for a very poor family with seven children whose home was old shack with dirt floors. I got to extend God’s blessing to them and felt the Lord also wanted me to sow into that project, even with the little I had, because I give to many others practically every day. God is telling me that my words and actions will be used to break down the walls of religion and set them free. That is what God expects from all His sons and daughters—to be spiritual warriors for the Kingdom of God. (All the labor work on the construction of that house is donated. The money goes for building materials alone.)  

Last week, I shared on my post about sowing into the young daughter whose mother was hit by a car and killed. And I was able to meet Paola’s young daughter and family at the dinner that night. I gave money and some encouraging words to them through Palir, who was there with me at that dinner.

Isabella and Olivia

Then this past month I also got to sow into the Nation of Israel. Late one night, as I took a walk to get a taco, I notice two young girls with back pack sitting on some steps not far from my house.  As I looked one of them waved at me and I smiled and waved back. I continued to walk, but then though they might be homeless or hungry, so I looked back and the same girl waved again. I went over to talk to them and see if they were hungry. They said no, but they were looking for a place to stay, and I wondered, what I could or should do?

They’re names were Olivia and Isabella, and they were sisters, but had a different father. Olivia lived in Washington and Isabella lived in Pennsylvania, and they got together to hitchhike to Mexico City, and they both spoke Spanish. I told them I was from Central Washington and my family lived there, and that my name was Israel David. She asked if I was Jewish, and I said no, but God gave me that name. She then told me they were Jewish. Oh my, this was another divine appointment.

They need a place to stay a few days, but had no place and it was already 10pm. I felt God wanted me to invite them to stay at my house, but with certain conditions. That after they left each morning they couldn’t return to the house, because it would be locked and we would meet again at this same spot, the next night at 10pm. I told them, I didn’t want people seeing two young girls, 20 and 29, coming to my house. (I had already turned away a young Mexican man who worked nearby and wanted to stay with me a couple weeks until he found a place to rent, but that could end up being longer, plus he also drank. And I didn’t want to force him to leave or give him a key to the house.)  Anyway these young girls accepted my offer, and I was glad to be able to help them and have someone to talk to.

When we got to my house the youngest one, Olivia, who also had a couple of studs and rings on her nose, went over a picked up a Spanish New Testament that was sitting in the corner, and she began reading it out loud. Wow, I asked them if they had read the Bible and they said only the Old Testament. I told them that God was also sending me to the Nation of Israel in 2017, and that I had been in that country when I was younger; that was fascinated to them, because they had never been to their own country. We talked a little more that night, but they were very tired. They slept in another bedroom on the wood floor, using thin mats that they had with them. There was also another bathroom nearby.

The next morning I fixed some scrambled eggs with ham and chess, and they helped cut up peppers, onions, chilies and tomatoes I had to add with the eggs. We also had some fresh orange juice with our breakfast and they enjoyed the meal very much and cleaned-up afterwards, then left for the day. I said they could leave the stuff they didn’t need for the day, until they return that night, and that was fine with them. I also offer the use of the shower next to my room if they wanted one, and there were clean towels.

We met again that night and talked some more, I also shared Jesus Christ and God’s love for them and their country, and that religions just divided people and God didn’t approve of organized religion, and they agreed with me. We are to be one family made up of different color and personalities and with a heart for our Heavenly Father, who loves us all so very much.

I also shared that I was a prophet sent by God to help the poor and to heal the sick, and that God was going to do great things in Mexico and around the world, including the Nation of Israel. Plus, our meeting would change their lives also and their family for good and they liked that. I also gave Olivia the book, The Shack, along with the Spanish New Testament, which she really wanted to read, she was also allergic to wheat produces, and I told her God would correct that problem. They left the next morning after breakfast to continue their journey. But before they did, I prayed with them and gave each one a big hug and asked God to protect them. I also gave them some food and money, because I wanted to sow more into their lives and the Nation of Israel. Their parents didn’t even know where they were, but God did. They didn’t take a shower, but the oldest one really needed to. Isabella was very thin and played a banjo that she had with her, it was a way for them to make some extra money and buy food, plus she really enjoyed playing it. Through this act of kindness, a seed has been planted in their heart that will change their lives forever, because God is faithful to His sons and daughters, and His chosen people.

*A quote from, The Shack, by Paul Young