Beneath The Cross

This was my late week in the United States, and it’s been was very hot, far too hot for me to get a decent nights sleep in my van. One night, I parked in a Catholic Church parking lot in Tucson, Arizona. However, not far from where I parked the van there was a very tall structure, next to the church building. The structure held five large bells vertically suspended between two columns, and on the side of one of the columns was a life size crucifix of  Jesus facing the church main doors.

As I waited for it to get cooler, I decided to sit on a retaining wall in the moonlight that was just beneath the cross and have a little talk with Jesus. As I sat there, I thought of the price He paid, and what has become of His church today. Over the past few years, I've prayed for unity in the Body of Christ. If people only understood what Jesus accomplished that day when He spoke those three little word; “It is finished.” What a different world this would be. He wanted us to be one with Him and the Father, and one as His multi-membered Bride. United in His love, not divided because of pride or predigest.

I started declaring restoration and forgiveness for the Church, and for the foolish things we have done to create division between our brothers and sisters. I also forgave those who felt it was necessary to purify the Church with their religious mindsets and doctrines. I told God this was a huge problem, which He already knew; but it’s not impossible one, thanks to His wonderful grace and the awesome power of the blood Jesus Christ, that was shed on that cross for all who believe in Him.

Prince of Peace

Welcome to Sedona

After leaving Las Vegas, I went to Sedona, Arizona where I found a beautiful campsite up in the mountains just outside the city. The first night, I sat in my van and wrote the article on No More Gambling. However, my battery power on the computer was getting very low, so I stopped for the night. I then went to bed about 9, because it’s dark and there is nothing else to do.

However, after I woke up and spent some time with God I wanted to add some final touches to the article. But, I found out that I had no power from my 12-volt converter. Then I found out that the cigarette receptacle was not working either that the converter was plug into. There are several other receptacles in the van, but not as convenient as this one next to the driver seat. So I went to get the manual on the converter in the back of the van, but discovered the back lift-up door would not unlock, electrically or manually, even though all of these things worked earlier. Bummers! Now what do I do?

I was hoping to spend a few days here just to relax and in a cooler climate. And wait on God some more; I don’t believe we can do that too much. I even took a little longer route to be here to have that quite time to unwind after the Vegas experience. But, I was starting to get upset again.

On the way here, I had to replace the old Coleman camp stove, that wasn’t working. I finally found a new one at a Wal-Mart store that had the same kind of Coleman gas stove. (It will even work with unleaded fuel.) But it still cost me a $100, and now these other things were happening. Something was trying to steal my peace and joy. Then I asked myself, why are these things so important to me anyway? Isn’t Jesus Christ alone good enough; was the question that came to my mind? And my answer was, YES, of course He is good enough!

So I went and paid for another night to stay here, instead of driving down to Phoenix and find someone to help solve these problems. Yes I can live and even survive without them, even if they are continent now or even later. Circumstance will bow, and I will continue trust in my Prince of Peace.

A very nice couple, Ted and Mindy, was in the campsite next to mine and she was kind enough to let me use her 12-volt converter. Later in the day her husband went for a hike by himself and so we got to talk and shared some of our life and family. Later, after our talk, she asked me if I would like to have dinner with them, stake, potatoes and green beans. Couldn’t say no to that after what she saw I had planned to eat.

After dinner, as we all sat around the fire, I got to share more of the miracles in my life, God’s love and heart. Mindy held up the other end of the conversation as Ted kept the fire going and listened. It was a great way to end the day. While Ted was hiking, Mindy had told me it was his birthday. I noticed he was more the strong silent type, yet I knew he loved God. So I decided to give him a special gift the next morning to remind them of the unique stranger and God's love for him.

Leaving the town of Sodona

By the time I got to Phoenix, I had asked God to lead me to the right place and people to help me. I turn off the freeway and found myself on auto row. I usually avoid dealer, because they’re busy and more expense. However, I felt led to disregard those fears and trust God. So I when into the Chevy service department and met a young man named David. I told him my problem, put he had never heard of it before regarding the back door and the cigarette lighter not working. It was a $127 for a diagnostic test. Ouch! Then he offered to check the Internet. Bingo! They were connected by a fuse, which he offered to go out and replace at no charge. When he was through I gave him a big hug and offered him a painting. He said he couldn't do that after I showed him three, even though there was one that he really liked. I said, “ For that you deserve a double blessing. So I prayed a powerful prayer over him and his wife. Then he said don’t forgot my three kids, and then I prayed again. 

After that I went to Best Buy and they replaced my 12 volt converter for free and they just had one left like mine. God is so good and my Prince of Peace. I then felt I was to go back and give David the painting. When I did he was surprised and grateful. Now it was time to head south to the border. It had been a very hot day, 101 degrees, and I hoped for some cooles weather.

No More Gambling

“Then I will set the key of the house of David on his shoulder. Whatever door he opens no one will shut, and whatever door he shuts no one will open.” (Isaiah 22: 22)

Last week when God and I walked the streets of Las Vegas, we were grieved to see just how foolish people have become. Despite their size, beauty and grandeur these casinos building are nothing more than man-made gods that people from all over the world come to bow and pay tribute to in hopes of appeasing the gods of fortune, luck and entertainment. And in return they might experience some form of gratification or pleasure to satisfy their pride, greed and lust. Therefore, I prayed and declared that that city would have a sweeping or hurricane of the Holy Spirit come through it and overturn their tables. 

However, I believe God wants me to take this a step further. “Enough is enough," says the Lord. Therefore I’m closing doors to these types establishments so that there will be no more gambling in the world to entice people to bet on things they have no control over. That is why; I’m asking the angelic forces to close the doors to all gambling establishment and businesses of their kind. That means all casinos, racetracks, card rooms, off shore and on-line betting and any other form of gambling. This also includes state lotteries. There will be no more gambling institutions in the United States or in any other country in the world. There is no place for them in the Kingdom of God on earth, which is reserved only for His sons and daughters who don't believe in such things.

No more will mankind be subject or temped to foolish ideas and notions of getting something for nothing or not having to work for it. There are also many businesses today that try to do the same thing to get peoples money by offering the possibility of winning something free and that's just all part of the Babylon system and that too will need to change, even though God has at times used all these business practices to bless His children. After all, He is Lord of all, even of these establishments. However, the only sure bet has always been Jesus Christ, and no one will ever go wrong by trusting Him.

This may take a long time, but it still needed to be spoken. However, it wouldn't really be all that difficult, if people would recognize and honor the Heavenly Father’s love, grace and mercy. And find true contentment in His love, blessings and timing. There would be no need for legal legislation to close these doors. They would go out of business and have to be torn down or renovated to make better use of their space in order to serve the real needs of the children of God.

This was written and prophesied in the city of Sedona, Arizona. Where there are many beautiful and unique red colored mountains and rock formations that surround the little tourist town where many local Native American once considered them to be their gods and some still may. I pray that God will open the eyes to everyone to the love of the one true God.

Note: I have a number of articles to post, before I cross the border in a few days so I can be more current or if I have any problems finding Internet service. Thank you for your prayers.

Las Vegas

Welcome to Las Vegas

How do I begin, to talk about Las Vegas, I had made curtain statements about this city. But, when I got here it was very hot, 98 degrees, and the person I was hoping to stay with for a week didn’t pan out as I hoped, so what’s new. I was about to skip the city completely and let someone else deal with it. After all, I was called to the poor in Mexico. In fact, I didn’t even feel spiritually prepared to do much of anything, but when I’m weak then He is strong.

I remembered something the Lord said one night, if not you, who? So I asked God what He wanted me to do. He told me to go in and see, and walk the city and go into the buildings. Okay I can do that. It was just after noon and I grab a quick bite at McDonalds, then I drove down the strip to see where I could park the van for free. I also had to deal with a hitchhiker, who was eating my food. I unknowingly picked him up at the last campground, so I set out some mice traps I bought that morning. Then took a walk, to see for myself, if everything I heard was true about Las Vegas.  

I left the van parked at the self parking at the Riviera, and hit the pavement and the casinos. I had on a pair of sandals, which weren’t my best walking shoes, but then they were what Jesus wore. In one Casino and out another, I walked the lobbies and past vast isles of various kinds of slot machines, card and rulet tables where people were doing their best to win at something which rarely happens. And if they did, it never seems to be enough. I saw one elderly lady win over $1,200 at a slot machine, but she just kept on playing. They would sit there addicted to the idea that they could be “the big winner.” After all somebody has to; it might as well be them; besides they’ve put a lot of time and money into the thought.

The tourist where dressed from casual to very expensive and attractive. There where young and old, fat and skinny, singles and couples, even family with children. But children were not allowed to gamble until they were 21 years old. Yet they still saw what everyone else was doing. Most of the hotels even provide family entertainment, rides, and souvenirs for kids who would be their future victims. It was all one big trap that was camouflaged in elegance, beauty and glamour beyond their wildest dream, even the architecture of buildings, statues and fountains where beautiful. There was food, drinks and merchandise galore and a price for everyone’s pocket, yet more expensive than what you would pay elsewhere. Entertainment cames in many forms and this was one of the most deceiving.

The spirit of seduction was everywhere; it was after your body, soul and spirit, not just your money. It’s an ugly monster that’s determined to win at any cost. Everything people saw was calling them to let go of what they once valued; for just a moments pleasure. The people behind this spared no expense, because they knew in the long run, that fallen humanity were the ones who were going to pay for it all.

I was surprised to see even homeless people and panhandlers on the street corners. There were also numerous men and women who wearing tee shirts, like this in the photo, and passing out business cards that stated they could get you a woman to your room in 20 minutes along with a phone number.  Were they really willing to sell themselves, or were many forced to, in order to survive in this rat race or the hell they’re trapped in. I though of Lot's statement to the men of Sodom, “Here take my two daughters, do whatever you want to them.”

The man in green at the center is also passing out cards for women direct to your room. 

How far we have fallen as a nation, and any president or political leader who thinks he or she can change it is greatly deceived too. It will take the power and the love of Almighty God and His sons and daughters.

Very few if anyone on the Vegas stripe, is really interested in seeing people happy, prosperous or set free. The only thing their interested in is bring them down to a bottomless pit with themselves, because they too have been deceived, by the Liar of lies.

As God and I walked, He gave me powerful words to say and I spoke them. We went through the buildings and down the sidewalk of Las Vegas together. But, they where not the words you would expect hear from most ministers.

In my heart I could sense the Father’s grief and sometimes weeping as we walked, often in silence and shock at what we saw. I asked Him, how do we change all this?  I asked for mercy and forgiveness not judgment. Then I prayed and declared that a hurricane of His Holy Spirit and love would sweep through this city and this state and do whatever was necessary to change the hearts and minds of the people, the businessmen, and the investors there.

Someday, this area and other casino will all have to be torn down one-way or another; it’s a blight on “America the Beautiful” and we should be ashamed. Casinos certainly will have no place in the Kingdom of God, after all "sin" is in the middle of ca-sin-os, it's name. I asked God to forgives us, forever allowing something like this to happen in our country. The church has failed and now its time for the sons and daughters of God to rise up and be the light their meant to be, and to reveal the heart of the Father.

I placed my hands on this poster of a male celebrity that stated he put the sin back in Sin City. I rebuked that, and I declared the he would have an encounter with Almighty God, and he would see if he still feels the same way about that statement. I also prayed for others and that even the anointing on my life or my money would be transferred to people so that someday in God’s timing and way they would come face to face with the Truth, and that their lives will be changed forever. I believe God will honor that prayer.

I also believe, that if there was ever a Sodom or Gomorrah in the United States today, this was it, not Hollywood and San Francisco. The sins of those two cities and even our Nation is pride, greed, lust of the eyes, and disregard for the poor. And this city of Las Vegas is just the same, but more obvious, and yet many people say, that's just the way it is. I don’t believe it has to be, if the sons of God have anything to say about it, and that is why God brought me here.

The waste of financial and human resources, in this city, is unbelievable and is only matched by the attitude and actions of most people in our government. Plus the harm that this has brought on people lives is a crime, and it is time for that to change. You can already see that some judgment has taken place by the many skeletons of unfinished high-rise building, due to the poor economy of the last four years. But there needs to be more, and so I prayed they never get completed for the intentions they were designed. I told God, this is a city that needs redemptions, and when that happens, it will no longer be remembered as “sin city.” But have a new name called, Redemption City, Arizona.

It was after eight o’clock by the time we got back to my van. My feet were sore and I was tired and hungry, but it was a very fulfilling day, even though I was physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausted. But, I was glad I stopped and asked, “What can I do? My Father also told me that He was pleased with what a son can do when he goes and see for himself. A lot was accomplished that day, and it was well worth it. I thanked Him for His strength and the words we spoke. Now, I leave this city in the care of my Heavenly Father and His other sons and daughters, to put the true Light back into the city of lights.

God still blesses the unrighteous with beautiful sunset

The Love Letter

Welcome to Yosemite National Park

In my last article The Redwoods, I mentioned that God and I talked about love—well, it seem He wasn’t through. Last night I spent the night in the Sierra Nevada Mountains about fifty miles northwest of the heart of Yosemite National park. The reason for this was, because the main sites were already full by the time I had gotten on the valley floor of the park. I had driven 7 hours from the Redwoods and by 5:30 that evening they were full, and I was tired. The camp ranger said I could go back forty-minutes to the entrance where there were other none park campsites still available, and come in the next morning to get an open space.  

I was very upset, but mainly for another reason. I didn’t get what I had hoped for, in the Redwoods. I decided to move on, besides this adventure was not about going backward or starring at large impressive rock formations that I got to see on the way in. As I was driving away, I managed to start finding some peace about the whole thing. Besides I wasn’t looking for places to see, but for the faces of the poor in Mexico. Then I began to praise God and thanking Him despite my disappointments. I realize that not every day went the way the apostle would have liked. Look at Paul’s life, he was stoned, ship wrecked and in prison often. So I felt I was getting off pretty easy so far, so why complain or be discouraged.

Then that night I decided to parked at turnout on the mountain highway leaving the main area to get some sleep, even though the ranger said that wasn’t allowed. Another car had already parked there and I felt God wanted me to spend the night there, because I would miss somethings I would enjoy.

Before I woke up the next morning, I had a dream. In this dream, there was a pretty women, who I had just briefly met and I already enjoyed her company. Then she said somethings to me about a letter that was intended for me. It talked mainly about how I needed reassurance of being loved and feeling special. There was more said, but I don’t remember it all. 

When I woke up I was upset again. If this was a message from God, why didn’t He just leave me “the letter” so I could read it? Then I though more about the dream and the women, was she God like the big black women in the book called, The Shack?

Then God reminded me that everything she said I already knew. Many Christians, including me, often feel God has to prove his love, when He has already done it so many times and ways and we just don’t realize or recognize it. We are also very special to Him; we just need to believe and accept it. But, we often want that reassurance to come from others, including our spouse or a person of the opposite sex to make us “feel“ something. But, God love us, plain and simple and that should be enough. Everything we need, desire or ever will want can only be found in that Love.

Then God said, as far as your future goes, you can still do whatever you want and you can go to the poor in Mexico. I really do have a choice, and I always hope I make the right one. If not, I know I’m forgiven and He will help me through it, because He loves me. By then the sun was just rising and it was another beautiful day, just another expression of God’s love for me. And so my journey continues and whatever happens, we do it together.

Less than a mile away, there was this lookout point that faced back to the valley. I would have missed if I hadn’t stopped, because of my frustrations that evening. Then God and I took a hike up this mountain shown here to view His unique creation, just like us—special.

That morning sunrise

The view I would have missed

And the mountain rock we climbed together.

Later that morning, I found a nice campsite and just enjoyed spend time being with God. That evening we sat by the campfire and talked some more. Then I laid back on the camp table and looked up at the star filled sky and thought of the awesome promise God made to Abraham. Wow, this was a wonderful way to end my Tabernacle Season with God. It was a very good day and night.

Thank You Father, for being just the way you are, and for your Love Letter, Jesus Christ, and that (He) will be more than enough for me.

Leaving California

As I traveled through the barren wasteland, I prophesied that the deserts would once again bloom and be filled with His glory. 

The Redwoods

My campsite in the Redwoods

Welcome to Jedediah Smith National Park. There are many beautiful places around the world, but few can capture the feeling, mood and the grandeur of creation as when one is standing in midst of these awesome trees in northern California. The size of these giant trees is incredible, many standing over 350 feet tall and over twenty-five feet in diameter. Some were even alive when Jesus Christ was born.

I have many fond memories of my trips to the Redwoods. This is my fifth time here. The first time was fourteen years ago when Sheldon David invited me and we spent a week with God during the Tabernacle season in September of 1998. 

We would usually drive out to one or more trails around the national park to hike where we felt led by God. One of them was called Hope Trail and another was Damnation Creek Trail (rightly named), it was a zigzag trail that dropped a thousand feet to the Pacific Ocean below. Shortly after we started down that trail David asked me if I was ready to die. I said, “Yes, if that is what God had in mind.” I thought to myself that I might have to throw myself into the ocean when I got to the bottom. Along the way we stopped and ponder the beauty of the late afternoon sunlight coming through the tall trees and mist that hovered over the steep hillside making for a spectacular display of sun rays that we would never forget.

When we got to the bottom, we just sat on a rock and watched the waves crashing on the rocky shore, as we talked for a bit. Then David asked if I was ready to leave. I said, “You mean I don’t have to jump into the ocean.” He laughed. When we started back up the very steep trail, I told David that I felt like God wanted me to run to the top, and so I did without stopping for a rest. This would have been physically impossible for most people, especially me who was fifty-one years old at the time. However, it was just another miracle in my life. 

The next day we went to the Oregon Caves, which wasn't too far away, and we went down into the pit of hell with the river Styx that ran through it at the bottom of the cave. (Styx- river of hate; according to legends, separated the land of the living from the dead) It seemed like almost everything we did the Lord had a specific reason and He would often speak to us.

Each evening we would build a campfire; have dinner and talk about God and what we felt. I fixed the meals for us which I enjoyed doing; nothing elaborate, but tasty just the same. (Food just seems to taste better when you’re hungry and camping with friends.)

Then four years ago during Tabernacles of 2008, David and I came here again after I had moved to Vancouver to lived with him for about five months. It was very special time again and God often spoke to us. He even challenges us to prove or test Him. It was our last time there together in the Redwoods.

This time I'm back in the Redwoods by myself to spend time with my Heavenly Father. It’s also the Tabernacle season which last for ten days. This is where I believe my real journey began fourteen years ago and now I'm starting an exciting adventure, under His wing, and from here on everything will change again.

It was an awesome week and we walked among very large trees that He planted here thousands of years ago. Also, along still water and we even laid on the beach and soaked in the sunrays of His love. One time I even asked Him if I could hold His hand while we walked and He said, “Any time, you want too, Israel, any time.” We also talked about many things, mostly personal, such as my doubt and fears. But the thing I remember most is that he said, I could do whatever I want and still not miss His plans for me. That was very reassuring to hear. We even talked about love. For example, people fall in and out of love, but what God wants for us is to be in Love with the One and only One.

Other times we just sat quietly. Sometimes it could even be considered boring, but I found it quit restful, even though nothing seemed to be happening. But you see that’s when inner strength can be built for the battles that take place in the spiritual realm, even for future generations, because we don’t wrestle with flesh and blood.

Let me give you an example, when you see a tree in the wintertime and all of its leaves have fallen off—it’s bare and not very beautiful.  Some people might consider them boring, and it looks like nothing happening. However, what we don’t see is that the roots are growing. It’s when the tree puts all its energy into going down and out, so that it will be able to withstand the tests it will face in the spring and summer when there are strong winds and much less water to nourish it, so it can provide food and shade for others. This is their quite time of waiting on God. Everything has its purpose, even boredom when its given to waiting on God and His timing.

I saw this rock of Jesus' head, right in front of me, when I stopped for lunch not far from the Redwoods.

The State Park, where I stayed, was named after Jedidiah Smith. He was devote Christian and loved God’s creation and was a fur trapper. He also did many other things that helped people to be able to travel across the United States to the West Coast. I’m thankful for men and women like him. Yet I wonder if that was God’s plan or just his dream for adventure. You see, Abraham also had a dream, and He was told to walk the length and breathe of the Promise Land. But his legacy was his walk with God, and the Promise. Abraham put his complete trust in Him. Therefore, he is known as the Father of our Faith.

I too, have walked many miles and will travel to many countries. But, whether I make any mark for humanity doesn’t really matter, as long as my walk is with God. In the chronicles of heaven, I would like to be remembered, as a man who loved God with all is heart, and fulfill the task He was given for the Kingdom of God.

Note: I did not have the visitation of the Father as I had hoped. He never said when, yet it will happen as He has promised, but in His timing not mine despite my anxiousness. This adventure has just begun and I am enjoying it every day, I never know what will happen next; just more divine appointment as I head further south.

Leaving the Redwoods, but His rays of love are always on me.

Homeless Camp

Welcome to Crescent City, California

Wow, what a week! I thought I would be staying in Brookings another week before leaving. But I saw a flyer on a bulletin board at a grocery story that said a Methodist Church was offering a free Salisbury steak dinner. It turned out that the church was in California. Then I thought maybe afterwards I might find someone who would let me park at his or her home for some time and be able to bless them, but it didn’t happen that way. So I continued further south to Crescent City and watched this beautiful sunset over the Pacific.

Then it was time to find some place to spend the night since I try to avoid camp fee sights and save a little money for the Redwoods Camp fees. There was a place at the end of a street that I waited until it got later, but the area was also used for other things; as I watch three different vehicles come and go. The first was a young couple, the next car was an older man with a much younger woman doing something he probably paid for, and in the last one there were three young people. One got out and went down a stairway to the beach. When he came back a little later he had a handgun and gave it to the driver who got out. Then the young driver took it, aimed it several time at some imaginary object out to sea and he put the gun in the clove compartment of the car; right in front of the young women who was watching all of this transaction take place. Not realizing that I too was watching and praying for them from my van less than twelve feet away. When they left, so did I. (I reported this to the police, with a photo I took with the license plate.) This adventure I'm on was full of surprises and it also reminded me that this world was in desperate need of a savior and a loving Father.

I finally found a place just the other side of town that looked like it would be okay for me to spend the night. But before long, there was a tap on my window. A man and a woman asked what I was doing, so I told them and that I was alone. They said I was in front of their place. I apologized and they said it was okay. I told her my name and my mission to Mexico. She said her name was Joeline, and then extended her hand through the window to a total strange. Then she asked if I would like to go the church with them. I said, sure what time, not knowing what this would lead to. And then she left and followed the man

Wow, God led me to the right place, but not what I expected, it got even better. At 9 o’clock the next morning, I went down the road, but could not find their house. I look around some more and then I saw a red pick-up. I inquired where Joeline’s house was. They said are you Israel, I said yes. Then they called out to Joeline and she came out of a path leading in the trees.  She told me to follow them to church and she would be there later.

It was a new, fair size Cornerstone Church. I went to the Men’s group, with the man that drove the truck, before the main survive and shared a little of my mission and of heart of God. At the end of the meeting, they asked me to close in prayer. The service began with awesome worship music; people were praising God with hands raise, others were kneeling before Him and some were waving flags. During this time of worship people were even coming down and giving their hearts to God, including a young teenage girl.

After church I talked his Tara, who was a middle-age woman who came in the truck, and asked if she though if Joeline would mind if I parked at her place. She said, why. So I told her, and then said that the place was a bird sanctuary, plus a campsite for homeless people, including her. I said I don’t mind if you don’t, I’m homeless also. She told me, I should park near them, because the other side had drug user and often stoled, plus the police come often to check things out. I gave her some money, a hug and said I would love to spend time with them.

When I arrived back at the homeless camp that evening, Joeline and a man came out and invited me to follow them. There was a very large tarp structure, about 30x40 feet, where Tara and another man name Mark were sitting in front of a fire. I sat on one of the two van bench seats that were positioned in front of the fire that had a frying pan and a large pot on a grill over it. Then I watch Joelie cook which she said she love to do. We sat and talked as the food cooked. Then she brought me a bottle of water, and I thanked her. When the food was ready, she served it on a plate and handed it to me. I said, no thank you I have already eaten, she said so have we and this is for you.

Wow, I was being fed by homeless people—only God could do this. There were a couple slices of bread that had been toasted on the fire with butter and a large serving made up of onions and potatoes with a thick meaty gravy sauce over it. It was delicious. This, I believe was an appreciation gift for the money I had give to Tara. Then she sat down and we all watched the fire while they smoked marijuana and drank and talk about their lives. Tara asked if any one had a story to share, even a Bible story.

I share one of a Good Samaritan act we did for a man who need help along the road one day with a broken down truck. We picked him up and fed him and ended up giving him a van. I told this story, because I said, God can change your situation around much quicker than you think. He loves you very much and has a wonderful plan for you and dreams to fulfill, if you’ll just trust Him.

Later, I also told them that as much as I enjoyed the worship music at the church this morning, I’m enjoying being here more, because this is what Jesus did. Then Joeline, share about losing of one of her sons that was only seven and then she started to cry. We gather around her and I prayed, that God would heal her broken heart and spirit. It was after 11pm, Tara said, you could stay as long as you want here at the camp area and you are welcome anytime. I told them, tomorrow night at sunset I will bring all the fixing for Chili dogs, chips, and snores. The next evening I fed eight homeless people, yet it was still sad to see their state of bondage and addiction. I prayed for them and declared their freedom. The next day I met a woman at the beach who had a broken heart and was crying out to God, I was the answer to her prayer as we sat together and I held her hand and listen. I prayed for healing and restoration of her broken heart and peace for her soul. When the tears were over and she could laugh again, she thanked me and then we both gave each other a big hug. 

What a joy it was to be His hand and voice to a hurting world. Now it was time to spend time with my Heavenly Father in the Redwoods.

We are the Light of the world.

Hit and Run

Welcome to Bandon, Oregan

After leaving the art show I went to Coos Bay, Oregon, and got a bite to eat. While I was there I checked out a few things. However, I didn't feel that this was where I was to stay, so I prayed that the demonic oppression that had been over the city for so long would be broken and restoration for the lives that had been bound there. Then I continued south on Highway 101 to Bandon, Oregan. But just before I got there I could see flashing lights from a police car coming toward me in the distance. Then I noticed cars parked on both sides of the highway. I though there had been an accident of some kind and started to slow down. Then I saw something in the on coming lane, that I thought was a deer. I slowed down even more as I drove by it.

What I saw was not a deer, but the mangled bloody body of a young man. I had never seen anything like this before, that is except in war movies. I pulled over to the side of the road just as the police car arrived. I got out to see what I could do. Then I notice there was another larger body half way off the shoulder of the road, and some people standing around it. There was also a large dog, who would not let anyone near the body in the road. The dog was scare and didn't realize the man, maybe his owner, was dead.

I didn't think this was the time for me to start raising the dead, even though that would be something. But I could pray for the other person that was now being put on a stretcher by paramedic. I prayed for his recovery so that they would see and understand the grace of God, plus know Him as their personal savior. As more emergency unites arrive I continued to pray as other look on in horror at the sight. Then an officer came over and asked me if I was a witness. I said no and then told him what I was doing, and he replied, keep praying and so I did. Then I help direct traffic to a detour road, while the lane I was in was now stopped completely to see if there where any witness. There were no damaged cars, apparently someone was distracted and hit them while they were walking on the side of the highway or as some reports stated that it was a deliberate act. Either way it was a hit and run, accident?

I finally got on my way again, but what a way to end a day that began so different at the art show. I went to the beach in Bandon to get my mind off what I had just seen. But, it was still hard to go to sleep that night, with that image still flashing through my mind. I tried to focus on Jesus in the mist of the storm and find His peace.

The next morning I went to the local hospital to see how the surviving victim was doing, but they were taken to a larger one in another city, but the reports I read on-line said they were in critical condition and the police were still looking for the suspect that cause this. I was reminded of the parable Jesus told about two men working in the field, one was taken and the other man left. It can all happen in the twinkling of an eye. We never know what may happen in life's journey, so it's important to always be ready and in His presence.

At the end of each day there is still hope

A Little Slice of Heaven

Welcome to Winchester Bay

Last week after I left Florence, Oregon I thought my next stop would be in Coos Bay, Oregon. But, this was an adventure and anything can change in a moment of time. I had given Retta a painting before I left and now I was wondering what I was to do with the rest of them, because I wanted to have more money to give to the poor in Mexico. As I was driving south on the Costal Highway 101, I saw a banner stretched crossing the roadway in a small town saying, “Art Show at Winchester Bay Sept, 1-2.”  That was the next town and it was still early, so I went to check it out and see if I could get in.

It had been nearly ten years since I tried to do an art show, and the sales then were poor, but maybe this time it would be different. The director of the show said there was one space left and the fee was $75. Well, I took a step of faith and accepted the space even though I had no display set-up. I asked if it was okay to use my van, and that was fine with her.

It was a beautiful day, but a little windy and the people weren't buying at least not from me, even though they like my paintings and thought they were beautiful. The prices I was asking were less than half of what I used to get in art galleries, but still higher than what many people were willing to spend here. ($15O to $300) I told God I would thank Him for whatever happens and I would pray for the community and bless it while I was there.

Then later in the day, young women came up and began to really study my work and one painting in particular, a small seascape for $200. Her name was Aireal, I asked her what the name meant, she said, "Lion of God." As we talked about the painting and other things, I began to sense that there was something special about her. I learned she was in the small town for the Labor Day weekend, with friends. She was very kind and sweet and when she left, I blessed her, and she replied, “He already has in many ways.” She didn’t say how, but she did say she would be back the next day.

The show was over for the day, and I had just put my paintings away, when she came back with two lady friends to see my paintings and meet me. She also brought me some pie on a covered paper plate—three slices, one cherry, one apple and one pecan. (She had made and baked them herself.) I thanked her and gave her a hug for her thoughtfulness. She introduced me to her friends, and then they left. I was totally surprised by her thoughtful gift. That night, I ate a little of each slice. Wow, they were all delicious, (some people might say heavenly) so I saved some for my breakfast, but I wondered if she would really be back and why.

It was another beautiful day, but not as windy. It was early afternoon and still I had no sales. Then she came back with one of her friends and one of her sons. She showed them the painting and then we talked for a little while. She believed in God, and had four young children. Two children by her first husband who then committed suicide and another two from her second husband who then left her. Wow, talk about the pain this young mother must have experienced and now raising four children alone. 

You never know what some people go through just by looking at them. I told her she still got the best of the deal and she agreed—four lovely children; a real blessing from God. I had already told her about the adventure I was going on, and if she gave me her address I would send them a post card from Mexico. She said she would like that, and then she left to show her son other displays. For some reason, I felt God wanted me to give her the painting, but I also wanted to sell it to give money to the poor. Then I remember the statement Jesus made to His disciples when the women poured costly perfume on His head. “You always have the poor with you…” But I still wonder if this was what I was really to do.

When she came back by, I stopped her and gave her one of Sheldon’s "Cloak of Zeal" business card. I told her to check it out and that he was a special friend, then she left again. I was still struggling with my emotions and when I saw that she had stopped at another booth, about a hundred feet away, to get something to eat.

I felt God was giving me my last opportunity, so I took the painting, put it in a clear plastic bag and went over to her. When she turned around, she was surprised to see me. Then I told her that God wanted me to give her something, because she was special to Him and me, and then handed her the painting. She said, “really?” I said, “yes.” She thanked me and then she crumbled against my chest. I knew then I had made the right decision. I put my arms around her as she wept. Then I prayed that God would heal and restore her broken heart, to bless her and her children and that Jesus was her Husband who would never leave her. That she would have a greater revelation of Him and His love. When I was finish praying, she thanked me again and asked if it was okay to come back with her camera and take a picture of me.

She came back about an hour later with her friend to take a photograph of us together with the painting. Then we said good-bye and hugged again and I prayed for her and for her children to know their real Father; and that He would bless her with a prosperous and happier future. Then she left with her painting, along with a special peace and joy in her heart that came from heaven and a man who demonstrated Christ’s love for her.

I still didn’t sell any paintings at the show, but I was there for that divine appointment, and that’s what really counts in the long run. No matter what the cost, it much better to give.

Love can be expressed in many different ways, but doing the Father’s will is always the best way; to touch someone who is really hurting. This shows how much they are loved, and sometimes they still need a hug too. I may never see Aireal again until we meet in heaven. But that day I made a friend I will never forget, and neither will she. Together we both shared a little slice of heaven.

A Diamond in the Rough

I spent nearly a week in Florence, where I stayed with a friend named, Ritta. She is a prophetess and she has also been a friend of Sheldon’s for a long time. We talked many hours about God, and what He has been doing in our lives and others. We are both anxious and excited that God is about to do something special in our lives and others.

Ritta came out of a broken home and dark past of addiction where she was both physically and mentally abused and she is now walking in the Kingdom of Light, and speaking for God. She’s a little rough around the edges to say the least. She doesn’t mince word with you on how she feels about Christianity, false teachers and pastors, or organized religion and churches. Ritta has seen and experienced how they have hurt and damaged so many people and the Name of Christ. Religious people try to avoid her and have even threatened her, because she calls things as she sees them. She won’t put-up with their hypocrisy and religious B.S. and she doesn’t abbreviate. Nor is she afraid to look at a bully and threaten to punch him or her out if they don’t behave toward her or others, because she knows whose on her side.

Neither, does Ritta care to hear people whine about their past or their problems. She heard and seen it all before, therefore she prefers to point them to The Answer, Jesus Christ, and how to walk in Kingdom Life, and if they don’t like to hear it —that’s to bad. Unfortunately, she notice most people still prefer to have their feelings stroked, cuddled or given a pacifier, instead of taking up their cross and follow Jesus. But for those who will listen to her, she has a powerful message of God’s love and grace, and some awesome personal experiences she had in His presence to share.

Ritta spends a lot of time on her face before God, interceding for people and the Kingdom of Heaven. Despite her past, smoking and course language she has brought many people into the Kingdom, because this is the type of people that many churches have rejected. She a beautiful person who has brought healing and restoration into many people lives and I’m proud to call her my friend.

P.S. She also has no problem telling people to get off their fat, lazy ass and start doing something about it and for the Kingdom of God.

I also will be posting more frequently, because I have a lot to share before I get to the Redwoods, and then I'm going to be quiet for maybe a couple weeks and spend time with my Father, and hear what He has to say.