Poetry and Prose
Who am I.
Who am I? a lowly sinner that Jesus Saved and by a course
of events in my life he led me to a NON DENOMINATIONAL but Biblically sound church. Where I heard the Gospel of the Cross
of Jesus Christ, of the saviour that died for my sins and bore it in his own self and on his cross that I could live unto
He called me and sent me to a Well Known and very Bible College free of any cost to me. He prepared me and sent me out.
And out I went on a $20 promise never knowing if that person who promised it ever even gave it.
I served him as a single in that field and he had chose out a bride for me I was married and still am 16 years later.
I have three wonderful children all of them born in the Mission field not knowing how I would care for them and without any
stable support of any kind. He never once let us go hungry and we always had our bills payed and clothes on our backs.
I followed him and planted a church and preached the gospel seeing over 1000 people get save and personally leading over
900 to Him. I sat in an isolation ward with TB patients on their dying bed, Telling them about Christ and then leading them
in prayer of faith upon His cross, jealous that they would proceed me into heaven. But it was better for me to stay.
I went into maximum detention of one of the largest prison farms in the land I was sent to serve. With hardened murderers,
drug addicts and child rapists, I preached and saw them fall and cry as they professed their faith on Christ alone and watched
their dismal and darkened lives brighten with the glory of God Almighty as they sought him by faith.
I have preached on crowded street corners only to be mocked and belittle, and to devil possessed, only to have them slap
me across the face, only to feel it as if the Lord had caressed my cheek with his warm touch.
I have given over 3000 Bibles away (and I could have given away 100,000 if I had them), over 50,000 tracks and thousands
of Christian commentaries and books to pastors and lay people a like with no thought or expectation for myself. Only to have
Muslim Imams throw the things I freely gave out at my feet threatening my life if I every give them these things again.
I spent 17 years in that field all by faith, watching and suffering from so called brethren who through jealousy or selfish
desires spread lies and vicious rumors. And going to them face to face to see why they did such a thing only to see a hardened
soul who without repentance and without remorse shut their mouths as they were caught with their own words.
So the next time you want to label me, call me names, lie about me, slander me or our ministry. You remember this, chances
are you have not gone as I have, to sacrifice and jeopardized your very life to reach those who have no hope with the gospel
of our Lord Jesus Christ and did all by faith in our Lord God alone.
Who am I? I am a lowly sinner saved by grace, a servant of the Living Christ.
The Battles Afoot
As I continue in our work to declare
unto the lost and saved all the counsel of God, I am met not just with
the physical opposition of the lack of our daily needs but with the
spiritual bombardment of the enemy and his fiery darts. I have
discovered that it is far easier to fight an enemy that is without than
the enemy that is within, that is my flesh. As i anticipate with
clockwork the coming of the multiplicity of my responsibilities and
commitments and see those days approach, my flesh becomes my worse
nightmare and enemy.
The scenarios begin to race through my
mind, I become fearful and anxious at the prospect of not being able to
complete my monthly commitments and knowing the result is not to have
the things we need to function normally. The thought that my children
will not have their daily bread is heartbreaking or that we wont have
electric or water to see, wash and drink, these begins to chip away at
my very soul even unto despair. I begin to question did I do the right
thing? Have I made the right choices? Am I following the right
course? And as these questions pound in my head and my heart the fear
and anxiety begin to kill my spiritual vitality and sap what little
strength I have left. I awake in the night and I begin to doubt and to
cry out, Oh my Lord, why hast thou forsaken me . I even want to raise
my voice in opposition to what the Lord has allowed to take place. And
more importantly, why is it, the Lord remains so silent at this time of
trial and tribulation. The flesh and the devil begin to rattle their
sabers in preparation of their victory to cry havoc and to destroy.
Then suddenly as a dry well that fills
in Spring, God’s very words begin to well up as from a darkened pit
within my soul. Verses like, “Likewise the Spirit also
helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we
ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings
which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what
is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints
according to the will of God. And we know that all things work
together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called
according to his purpose. Romans 8:26-28. And as God’s
word begins to restore unto me the lost vigor from the fight others
verses begin to make their way to the surface, like, “Be
careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with
thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.And the peace of
God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds
through Christ Jesus.” Phl 4:6, 7 They come tumbling
like stones that avalanche off a great mountain and hit my spirit with
full force, wiping at least for the moment the enemy from the field.
This help, that comes only from him and is not of me, only causes me to
cease from fighting and to drop to my knees and praise him for his
goodness and grace. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1, 2
I cry out unto him I know these verses, I have been taught them and
memorized them. These very simple words strike against the swords of my
enemy and back them in the field of battle and for the moment abate
It is there that these verses become so
much more richer and more meaningful than they ever were over the years,
yet they only comfort for the day. And as the day sets upon the battle
I realize that in the morn a new line will be drawn and once again the
enemy will strike and strike hard he will, ever pushing forward to take
back any and all ground he can to deprive me of peace, to tire and weary
me into submission at his mighty blows.
As I arise to face the new day I gaze
upon the field to survey the enemies attack, I am often surprised that I
have the vitality to carry on this difficult battle, yet at other times
I find myself as weak as a child, as a David would seem against a
Goliath. I find the strength each day in him, to stand, to take up my
sword, my shield, my armour of God on the right and the left, to wear
the helmet of my salvation with honour, and as I ready myself his word
again rolls across my hearts banner, “But none of these
things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I
might finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which I have received
of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.” Acts
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