How God Used A Hurricane To Teach Me His Voice


My first encounter with hearing God’s voice occurred with Hurricane David in August of 1979.

I was new in Christ.

In those years we lived on Key Biscayne.

My father, and my now deceased mother, were getting divorced and my father had moved out of our home.

When Hurricane David was tracking across Santo Domingo, I believed that I heard the voice of God, for the first time.

God told me that David was not going to hit Miami.

I told my parents that God had said this.  Many people are shocked with that type of statement.

“How does God speak to you”, they ask?

Nevertheless, I was an impetuous young man, full of faith in the God who was transforming me.

“God told me that the hurricane is not going to hit,” I countered again.

David, however, with massive wind fields was zeroing in on Miami.

About 48 hours before its arrival, the Key Biscayne Police Department drove around with megaphones telling people to leave.

“I am not leaving, because God told me that the hurricane is not going to hit. I am going to prove to you that God talks to me.”

You can imagine what my family thought of me, and what I put them through.

But obedience to God is always better than any sacrifice we can make.

We boarded up the home and my mother, brother and sister left for the Holiday Inn on the edge of the key.

I remained with my giant print, green Living Bible, a weather radio, and a few flashlights.

With the eye of the potent hurricane 10 hours away, light rains began. I had the TV on and read verses from the Bible.  The winds and rains intensified. Suddenly the lights went out. With the absence of noise, I could clearly hear the ever-increasing winds.  I became glued to my radio.

My mother frantically telephoned and pleaded with me to come out to the Holiday Inn.  I freaked. I got the keys to the car to flee.

Opening the door, howling winds and horizontal rains pelted me.  There was no way out. Trying the phone back to my mother, the lines had dropped.

I did not know if I had heard a demon and not God.

It was about 1:00 AM. The eye was to hit at about 6:00 AM.

My weather radio also died.  The only sounds were the shrieks of the winds which got more potent and boisterous.

I was terrified.

I got my Bible and the flashlight and began to read from the Book of Job.

It’s in the midst of walking on the waters of faith that is when God answers.

It’s when we step out on the fragile limb that the Lord acts.

But He is there and always faithful.

We will never discover His faithfulness unless we go through these types of situations.

With flashlight shining on the giant print Bible I opened to the Book of Job.

Job 38:1 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,

I knew that God was speaking. God talking to Job out of the whirl wind!  God was now talking to me out of the whirl wind!

Job 40:15 Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.

The behemoth in the King James Version is cattle, a water buffalo, or a rhinoceros. But as I read this scripture, the rays of my flashlight hit a darkened part of the wall, and landed on a huge white moth!    Behemoth….moth!   The timing could only be God’s! It was surreal.

At about 3:30 AM the winds increased all the more.  I got angry at God. I ranted at Him.  I climbed on a chair and shook my fist.

“You told me that the hurricane was not going to hit.” “You are lying to me, I am going die out here.”

I opened back to Job, frantic for an answer.

God then answers Job and me again from the whirlwinds.

This time He rebuked me for my panicky state.

 Job 40:6 Then answered the LORD unto Job out of the whirlwind, and said,

7  Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

8  Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?

9  Hast thou an arm like God? or canst thou thunder with a voice like him?

I read on until Job 42.

Job 42:8  Therefore take unto you now seven bullocks and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you: for him will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that ye have not spoken of me the thing which is right, like my servant Job.

At that moment that God says “my servant Job shall pray for you”, I dropped my Bible, fell on my face unto the cold white tile floor.

“Oh God, please forgive me, I was wrong. Please make the hurricane turn around.”   

For ninety minutes I cried out.

The winds amplified the more. I redoubled my efforts.

Then after an hour, with my face still buried frozen into the cracks of the floor, the winds began to decrease.

By 5:00 AM there was a significant reduction in the wind speed.

I kept on praying.

By six o clock the winds were only about 50 miles per hour. The eye should have been upon Miami.  There was no power or phone. I had no idea what happened.  I fell asleep exhausted.

I discovered that at about 5:00 AM when David was over the Bahamas, its steering currents shifted and thrust the hurricane northward. This is how I began to hear and learn the voice of God.

If we are to accurately her His voice we must go through some of these situations.

Happy Friday and cheers!

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How I Met St. Peters Angel?


 Acts 12:7  And behold, an angel of the Lord stood there, and a light shined in the prison room; and striking the side of Peter, he roused him saying, “Arise quickly!” And his chains fell away from his hands.

8  And the angel said to him, “Gird yourself and put on your sandals”; and he did so. And he said to him, “Put on your cloak and follow me.”

9  And going out, he was following him, and did not know that the thing taking place by the angel was true, but he was thinking that he was seeing a vision.

10  And going though the first and the second guard posts, they came to the iron gate which leads into the city, which was opened to them of its own accord; and going out, they went forward one street, and immediately the angel withdrew from him.

11  And Peter, having come to himself, said, “Now I know truly that the Lord has sent forth His angel, and has delivered me from the hand of Herod and from all the expectation of the Jews.”

I’d  visit a hang out where  men of a city converged to drink and pass the night.

This place had been there forever.

You’d drive by and see men and women drunk, others reveling, some even stoned.

It had been my practice to visit the hangout, befriend the men and share the gospel in a spontaneous and non-threatening fashion.

I had been nicknamed “the preacher,”

One night though, things were very different. Some of the men had sniffed cocaine, were high as kites and were very confrontational.

As I mingled, one charged me with mal treating my children.

“I walked past the preacher’s home today and heard one of his kid’s screaming”, he snapped in a heated way.

I knew what had happened. My kids were small in those days. One of my daughters was in the habit of screaming bloody murder when she did not get her way.

That morning, my wife Mary, had washed her hair and wanted to brush out the knots.

Mary had not begun the brushing but my daughter was screaming in its anticipation.

This guy had walked past my house when this was happening.

“The preacher was beating his kid!” he rejoined, in a loud voice.

Another coked out dude joined the fray.  “Yeah, preacher, that’s really bad, what did you do to your kid?”

He began pushing me.

I expounded on what had occurred to the fifteen men that were there. None of them said a word. Many of them I knew personally. No one came to my defense.

The loud mouthed and confrontational ones continued inflaming the tempers of the others. “Yeah, we gotta punish the preacher for what he does to his kids!”

One continued to push me around. The others sat in silence, as if their tongues had been cut out.  I was dumb founded and frightened.

The ring leader retorted, “Let’s hang the preacher!”

With that he found a rope and began to make a noose for my lynching. The other one kept on pushing me, while several more hurled accusations.

I appealed to the men who knew me the best, “You’ve known me for years! You see me with my children!”

Nothing. The silence was deafening.

Meanwhile the agitator in a corner gleefully continued constructing the noose.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a girl, a teen ager, appeared.  She was a native of the city.

“Come and follow me”.

She led me past the crowd of the men. Even my agitators were speechless.

“Get in your car and get out here.”

Then she departed from me.

And so I did. I never visited this haunt again, needless to say.

This had been Peter’s angel sent to me.

It’s tragically comical that it took a woman, probably the only one in that joint to rescue me. The men who had been friends were cowardly and spineless.

In our global travels, it’s mostly the women who have supported our ministry, while the men have been heartbreakingly absent.

This is one reason I support women in the ministry. It is troublesome that men who argue against their inclusion in the pulpit are sedentary in the activities of their local congregations.

This story ends on a good note, as with all that God does.

Months later, I saw my noose maker. I said hello, extended my hand and shook his. He stared at me in disbelief, frozen in time, God’s conviction raining on him. Never uttering a word, he walked away. I’ve prayed for him on occasions. I knew he lived in pain.

To this day, I’ve not been able to find my angel to thank her. Maybe in heaven I’ll find out that she was St. Peter’s angel.

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Two Important Prayer Requests From My Missions Trip


Would you join me in praying for these urgent situations?

Many thanks,

Jose

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A family has touched me is Pastor Mario’s. Mario and his wife are lovely people of God. They are extremely poor. Two of his daughters eight years ago, became sick and are now in wheel chairs. His third daughter, Diana, who took care of her invalid sisters fell into a fire and severely burned her body.
My prayer request is for the healing of these three beautiful girls. Diana is in desperate need of surgery if God does not miraculously heal her. Mario is struggling to make payments on a truck which he purchased so that he can transport his daughters in their wheel chairs. He needs two beds that I believe the money came in for. This is Mario’s wife.

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Pastor Mario and me.

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A family has touched me is Pastor Mario’s. Mario and his wife are lovely people of God. They are extremely poor. Two of his daughters eight years ago, became sick and are now in wheel chairs. His third daughter, Diana, who took care of her invalid sisters fell into a fire and severely burned her body.
My prayer request is for the healing of these three beautiful girls. Diana is in desperate need of surgery if God does not miraculously heal her. Mario is struggling to make payments on a truck which he purchased so that he can transport his daughters in their wheel chairs. He needs two beds that I believe the money came in for. Two of the girls.

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At Mario’s home. He is so grateful for our visit.

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The family

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This is Diana on the right

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Maria Passwaters next to a shower that was built for Mario. Before that, they would hose down the girls when bathing.

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One of Mario’s bedrooms

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Kitchen

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Little Dennis was born with hydrocephalus eleven years ago. His mom is an amazing woman of faith. She has stood, and still stands in anticipation, of God restoring her son to him. Would you join us in our prayer network for Dennis’s healing?

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Little Dennis was born with hydrocephalus eleven years ago. His mom is an amazing woman of faith. She has stood, and still stands in anticipation, of God restoring her son to him. Would you join us in our prayer network for Dennis’s healing?

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Little Dennis was born with hydrocephalus eleven years ago. His mom is an amazing woman of faith. She has stood, and still stands in anticipation, of God restoring her son to him. Would you join us in our prayer network for Dennis’s healing?

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If your heart is financially moved for Mario please go to my web site at   www.emergingusa.com

and hit on the donate button.

Make a note that this is for Pastor Mario and I will Western Union the money to Pastor Carlos Baez in Nicaragua who will get it to him.

As always Emerging, Inc. is 501 C3 nonprofit corporation.  We issue tax receipts at the end of the year for your tax deductions. Thank you.

My Incredible Meeting With Baseball Giant, Roberto Clemente!


For some of you who read this entry, you’ve never heard of Roberto Clemente.

Roberto played major league baseball when I was in my teens with the Pittsburgh Pirates.

Roberto was born in Puerto Rico.

He was one of the best hitters to grace the game, a true giant of the sport.

In a career that spanned seventeen years, Clemente consistently hit over .300.  His life time batting average was an amazing  .317, one of the highest in baseball.

He also had one of the strongest throwing arms in history. I watched him nail a runner crossing home plate with a straight throw in the air from the right field corner.

For his outfield expertise Roberto won twelve consecutive Golden Glove Awards.

In 1973 he was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Clemente was also known as the guy with the back problems who always complained.

So this is where my story begins.

It was Christmas 1972.  I was a freshman at Vanderbilt University in Tennessee. My folks lived in St. Croix, US Virgin Islands, in the Caribbean Sea.

I had flown from Nashville to Miami and spent several days with my then living grandparents.  Now, I was heading to St. Croix for the holidays via Puerto Rico.

In those days there were no terrorists and no TSA.

As my grandparents walked me to the Eastern Airlines gate, I was greeted by a bunch of activity.  Countless reporters, with camera bulbs flashing preyed upon someone. “Roberto” this and “Roberto” that was all I could hear in the uproar of shouting.

I discovered that the immortal Roberto Clemente was on my flight. Like me, he was heading out to Puerto Rico for Christmas.

The flight was packed.

They had no space for me in economy. The Eastern Airlines agent asked if I’d mind being bumped up to first class. Who would mind? LOL!

I took my place next to the window, the seat to my right empty.

One of the last passengers to get on was Roberto Clemente. The interviews at the gate had prolonged his entry into the airplane. I could not believe it when he sat next to me.

“Hello, I am Roberto Clemente” he extended his hand out and shook mine.

“Yes, I know”, I muttered weakly, and back his.

When the flight took off we began to talk. I was not a Christian. As a matter of fact in that year of 1972, I had begun a ten-year journey with pot and hash which caused me to hit rock bottom and find Jesus Christ.

Shortly after takeoff a reporter came up to Clemente; “Roberto, what about your contract for next year?”  Clemente brushed him off. He did not want to talk baseball.

Looking back, I know that God spoke to me, though I did not recognize Him.

I thought that it was me, but no, it was Him.

“Everybody is always talking to Clemente about baseball. I am not going to talk to him about it. Let me ask him questions about his family,” I thought.

So I asked Roberto about his family and what he was going to do for Christmas.

This initiated an almost three hour nonstop conversation all the way to San Juan.

From brown shopping bags Clemente pulled gift after gift for family and friends. He proudly opened the boxes and displayed them. I will never forget the laminated spikes for rooster fights. I think that the man was into cock fighting, very popular in Puerto Rico.

With excitement Clemente unveiled what he purchased for his wife and kids.

He then went to talk about his continual challenges with his back and the lady who tended to it during the season.

We never once talked baseball.

I remember Roberto Clemente as one of the nicest persons ever.

When our flight landed, I was told that my connecting flight to St. Croix had been sold out and I could not leave until the following day. Roberto was a representative for Eastern Airlines. He got me a free room at the Isla Verde Airport Hotel.

In retrospect, my encounter with Roberto Clemente was the gospel of Jesus Christ. His gospel is the gospel of love. It’s the gospel of friendship. It’s the gospel of the listening ear and genuine interest for neighbor. It’s the gospel of putting the other first and yourself last.

The incredible longing that this colossal of baseball had to share his family’s treasures, makes me think that he did not have many to share them with.

Roberto Clemente for most was the Hall of Famer, the batting champion, the Golden Glover par excellence. But for few, I think, he was Roberto Clemente, the man, the loving husband, and proud father.

The world is ready for Jesus. Not the churchy Jesus. Not the Jesus who judges or condemns, for that is not Jesus. People are looking for authenticity, the real person, and the true friend.

Needless to say, I can’t ask Roberto Clemente how his wife and kids liked their gifts. One week after meeting him Roberto died in an airplane crash.  Not just as a giant in baseball but in life, he was flying supplies to victims of a devastating earthquake in Nicaragua. His plane went down off Puerto Rico.

As a kid of eighteen I was devastated, traumatized and stunned by the news.

Today, I thank the God whom I did not know, for the privilege of meeting Roberto Clemente. I think that God unknowingly used me as one of the last people apart from family to talk with Roberto Clemente, as the man, and not the baseball player, before his sudden departure from us.  I think that all along this is what Roberto Clemente really wanted.

Roberto Clemente Base Ball Statistics

 Life Time Batting Average: .317 (One of the best averages in baseball)

Batted a .414 batting average in the 1971 World Series

Hits: 3,000

Home runs:  240

Runs batted in: 1,305

Teams: Pittsburgh Pirates (1955–1972)

Played In 15 All-Star Games (1960, 1960², 1961, 1961², 1962, 1962², 1963, 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1969, 1970, 1971, 1972)

Played in World Series champion (1960, 1971)

Won 12 Consecutive Gold Glove Award (1961, 1962, 1963, 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1968, 1969, 1970, 1971, and 1972) for excellence as an outfielder.

Holds 4 NL batting titles (1961, 1964, 1965, 1967)

NL Most Valuable Player (1966)

World Series MVP (1971)

Babe Ruth Award (1971)

Was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1973

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What Is The Power of Forgiveness?


In the Navajo dialect, “Dine” is the word for “The People.”

My family lived among the American Indians from 1997-2005.

They were mainly the Navajo and Pueblo Indian Nations of New Mexico. We lived side by side to them in the small town of Pena Blanca

It’s been a privilege knowing these great people. There is so much that I can say about Native Americans. We have been hospitably received by them.

Something tells me that God will spark revival among them based on His principle that the last shall be first.

I discovered that God did not make it easy for me to preach to Native American Christians without first asking their forgiveness.  What the white man such as me has done to them throughout history in the Name of Jesus is inexcusable and irreprehensible.

One time my wife Mary and I were invited to preach at a large Navajo church in Ganado, Arizona, in the heart of the Navajo nation.

We had been video filming Holy Spirit outpourings in the Navajo Nation. The pastor wanted us to talk on the project which God had given to us. Our vision was to promote Christian television for Native Americans.

The church was packed with more than two hundred Navajo folks. Mary and I were the only white faces in the crowd.

We sat towards the back of the sanctuary. It was the only free seats. The pastor was to call me up once the worship concluded.

As the songs rang out God broke me. “How can you preach to these people without first asking them to forgive you and the white man for all the terrible things that you have done to them?”

I felt so small, so insignificant next to these great people.  I saw beauty in their faces, and the majesty of God upon them.

I realized the intense love that Jesus had for them and how wonderfully He had created them to be.  My heart broke with shame and remorse. I sat with my head hanging between my knees.

“We want to welcome Brother Alvarez from the Christian Indian TV Network, who is going to share with us what the Lord is doing with them,” The pastor’s voice rang out.

People clapped as I proceeded to the podium. I felt broken and weak. What could I say but the truth?

As I looked squarely at the mass of people nothing about the work with Native American television would come out of my mouth. I was almost crying, my heart broken in half.

Stammering and stuttering I said, “I was going to speak to you about our work with the Christian Indian TV Network, but as I sat back there God really broke me. He told me that before I could ever preach to you, I need to ask you to forgive me and the white man for all the wrong things that we have done to you. Will you forgive me and the white man?”

There was dead silence in the sanctuary.

One lady finally chimed up, “We forgive you Brother Alvarez.”

The service grounded to a dead halt.  People arose from their chairs and came up to the podium. Mary and I stepped into the river of people.  We all began hugging. Tears were flowing.  Words of love were uttered. The glory of God broke out. It was true revival!

One man came to me, “I was so bitter at the white man, but today God has set me free.”

Another man hung his bolo tie with a beautiful turquoise around my neck. A lady did the same to Mary and a turquoise necklace.

Needless to say, there was no discussion about Christian Indian Television.

The power of forgiveness is one of the greatest powers in the universe. Humbling yourself without defense or justification or asking what about the other guy is a great tool.

This is revival; this is the glory of God.

Repenting to the Dine is The Power of Forgiveness.

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What Cynthia Nixon From Sex In The City Taught Me!


My oldest daughter Lexy was a theater major in New York City.

Lexy was a stage manager with aspirations to work on Broadway.

On the ladder up to this prestigious bunch, Lexy got her hands wet with what are labeled “ Off Off Broadway” and “Off Broadway” plays.

Several years back I traveled to the Big Apple, to visit Lexy and watch Shakespeare’s, “Twelfth Night”, which she worked with.

These people did a great job with the production, though I am not a Shakespeare fan.

Most of the seats were filled; I was in the back row. We were about twenty minutes into the play when a family walked in. I caught a glimpse of them from the corner of my eye.  The lady was gawking and staring into the pitch darkness for free seats. The only ones were next to me.

I did the neighborly thing. I stretched out my hand towards them, beckoning and pointing them to the ones next to me. This red-head caught sight of my waving hand, thanked me,  and proceeded to sit with her small children, her son squarely on her lap.

I found it weird when several people turned around, ogling and muttering something at her about meeting at a party.

During the rest of the play this lady lovingly and patiently explained to the son on her lap what was going and even sang along to the music.

I was struck by her gentle spirit.

The lights went up for intermission. My daughter ran up to me, eyes bulging like fried eggs.

“Do you know who this person sitting next to you is?” she laughed.

“No”, I casually said..

“It’s Cynthia Nixon from Sex in the City”.

I am not a TV watcher.

I replied back to Lexy, “Who’s is Cynthia Nixon and what is Sex in the City?”

At the end of the play Cynthia Nixon gave me her colored program. Everyone else had gotten one in black and white.

She went on to stay, talk to the crew and sign autographs.

For me, she and her family were just people whom God had called me to love and be friendly to. The Bible tells us to reach out to strangers and be hospitable to them.

This is one day that I was glad that I am not a TV watcher.

Cynthia Nixon and her family were simply folks in need of seats.

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How Did Selena Change My Life?


I worked at Telemundo TV Network before going into full time ministry, and had the privilege of videotaping Selena and her band, The Dinos, about 5 or 6 times in the 90’s.

We had the top rated TexMex show called, “Padrisimo” which Selena frequented.

Her brother AB, her sister Suzette, and her group, were a pleasure to work with. They were fun, relaxed and unpretentious.

Selena and her family, the Quintanillas, were Jehovah Witnesses.  She later got married to Chris Perez, the group’s guitarist.

Selena was a “pizzaholic”. After our video shoots Telemundo would buy tons of pizza for the band.

At her last occasion in Telemundo, she sprinted up to the control room after the shoot where I was putting away the tapes, in a mad dash for pizza.

I was the only one there.

God told me to talk to her. The fear of man gripped me; or better to say, the fear of talking to an international star. I disobeyed God, and stayed away. This was to be my last encounter with Selena; one of her inhaling the pizza.

One month later, almost to the date, Yolanda Saldivar, one of Selena’s managers’ murdered her at a Holiday Inn in Corpus Christi, Texas. She shot her in the back. Selena ran across the pool of the Holiday Inn in panic. She bled to death. My understanding was that if she would have been able to lie down she would have made it.

That tragic lesson helped to free me from the fear or man and realized that when God tells you to do something, you MUST do it, and do it the first time. “Failing to obey quickly”, says Smith Wigglesworth “is disobedience.”

As for Selena, in the midst of international stardom, and in her early twenties, she was tragically taken from us. The producer of the show, a friend of hers, was devastated by the incident.  Her family, so closely knit was shattered.

We spent the following week at Telemundo working overtime to produce shows of the authentic eerie police audio tapes from the red truck where Yolanda Saldivar barricaded herself. A police mediator by the name of Larry coaxed Yolanda to turn herself in.

Yolanda blamed a lot of her actions to Selena’s father, Abraham Quintanilla. Human nature is sadly so funny.

We don’t know the day or the hour of our departure from this earthly realm to meet the Living God.

Jesus says, today is the day of salvation. Don’t mess around with your eternity. He is the only way to eternal life.

Another great, Philip Seymour Hoffman, left us yesterday, so suddenly.

It’s a tragic lesson that on my last time with Selena, she taught me, and taught me well.

Selena, as with many others, changed my life.

The You Tube Video link below was her last time at Telemundo. I was the video tape operator on all these clips and part editor.

I realize from the date of the video shooting that she was murdered twenty-three days later on Friday, March 31st, 1995.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjx5SF7tQ3c

 

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