How To Quit Smoking?


All this stuff occurred between the late sixties and early eighties.

I smoked cigarettes for fifteen years a pack and half per day.

Later on, I began the marijuana habit which I carried for 10 years.

Between the marijuana and the cigarettes my lungs got really, really, bad.

They were in constant pain.

I was frightened.

God set me free from drugs, but the cigarettes was something which I continued in and could not stop.

Whatever I would do to quit I would miserably fail.

I was petrified that I was getting cancer.

One day in desperation I fell on my knees.

For ninety minutes, I pleaded and wept with Jesus to deliver me from the control of cigarettes.

The next morning, I just knew I did not need them anymore.

There were big weeds behind my house.

I took the package of Vantage cigarettes and flung it into them

That was 33 years ago.

I have never smoked again.

God’s deliverance do not come by what we do through ourselves, but what Jesus does through us in response to our prayers.

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An Atheist’s Birthday Present!


Read this amazing article!

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 I had the pleasure of meeting Bob and Dori  Schnelle at one of our healing meetings in Martin County, Florida, yesterday.

Bob was a professing agnostic and or atheist for 45 years, who encountered Jesus on his 60th birthday.

His story follows the note which he included with it.

 Jose,

It was amazing watching the Holy Spirit work through you and your wife and Alicia last night.  I felt like I had been given a fresh infusion of the Spirit and will do great things in the name of our Lord.  We talked a little about my testimony afterward and I told you I would send it to you.  So, I have attached a copy of it, just as it was written and given, at the Vineyard Church Northwest, in Cincinnati, during the Alpha celebration dinner, November 2011.

Feel free to share it however you like.

God bless…

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The Feisty Jesus!


Stories from our ministry trip to NY in June 2014

We engaged a woman close to eighty in conversation
She was opinionated and feisty.
We were at odds even in our political views which she pulled out of a hesitant me.
She asked whom I had voted for in 2012
It was evident that she had desired the other one to win and shunned the candidates whom I had considered the lesser of political evils.
I said, “I think that the only hope is our coming back to God.”
At that she balked and laughed. “Oh religion!”, “You are not trying to push that on people?” “Let everyone live their lives!”
I told her that I was not. “Proselytizing, converting and debating does not work, “I replied.
So we sparred in a very cordial way.
Jesus’s spunkiness and feistiness were greater than hers.
I told her that I had been on drugs and drinking years back, which she had difficulty in believing.
She asked, ‘well how did you leave that behind?”
I told her that God had changed my desires.
“Oh don’t give God the credit, you did it yourself! “She snapped.
I looked at her and nicely replied, “I do give God the credit!”
She did not have much to say at this point.
All in all it was a delightful conversation, spiced with hearty jabs and anti-jabs.
Departing and shaking hands, the octarian looked at us saying “You are both very nice people.”
Though we were on opposing sides and though she did does not attribute the importance to Jesus which I do, what was present was the lovely Person of Jesus.
For many who are at odds with Christianity, the presence of Jesus is very attractive.
have met few who are not drawn to Him, though they may not realize it.
This Jesus had been the witty, spunky and feisty Jesus.
Jesus, the God and friend to all men and women.
He is the Jesus for all seasons.

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No One Knew!


These are stories from our ministry trip to New York in June 2014!

Eph 3:20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,
We are our way from Nyack NY to Miami.
God had proved the reality of the above verse.
But it was not always like this.
When the Lord called us to spend two months away from home and children it was scary.
Knowing that He would have to supply two separate set of bills was daunting.
No one except my wife knew that with less than two weeks before the trip, no money had come in.
No one knew that I was discouraged and frightened and was tempted to cancel the whole thing.
No one knew that it was until I got on my knees, and prayed that money came.
No one knew the apprehension that I had about going to the streets of America and share the love of Christ, after I heard hat religion is dead and that everyone is unreceptive towards God.
Don’t listen to the media! They don’t represent Americans.
I owed my accountant money for the taxes that we had filed before leaving.
No one knew how God miraculously covered our mortgage by someone whom we don’t know too well.
No one knew how large sums of money came in from people whom I have little contact with.
No one knew how almost one thousand dollars came in this Sunday in NY so that we could return back to Miami.
No one knew that when we arrived in Nyack and knew that God told us to go out to the streets I tried to make excuses not to do so.
No one knew that we had no idea where and how to start ministering the love of Christ outside the church walls.
Religion might be dead in America but not God.
We encountered an overwhelming hunger from so many for the love and kindness of God.

Everyone is hungry for relationships, to talk, to be listened to, to be shown an interest in, or to get a prayer from God.
For seven weeks ministry has not ceased as God brought us divine appointment after divine appointment.
We did not experience hostility or rejection. Those who were atheists, or into yoga or new age, were kind to us. So many ideas were exchanged.
With open arms we were welcomed by the body of Christ in Rockland County in NY.
We had opportunity to go to my wife’s 40th year high school reunion in CT, which was awesome.
My daughter Hannah visited us.
Our friends from Miami, Maria Passwaters and Joyce Jones flew in and got caught in the flow of the revival spirit hitting Rockland County.
Why do write all this?
It’s not to tout my horn, lol!
I am just a mortal like you.
I struggled with the same sins, deal with the same unbelief that everyone does.
But I think that I’ve learned to push into the dreams which God has given me.
I’ve learned to obey God at all costs.
I have learned that to be a spectator to someone else’s vision is suicide.
I have learned that allowing fear to overtake me to where my destiny is jeopardized creates chronic boredom.
I’ve learned how to laugh at myself and to be a fool for Chris rather than to be someone else’s wise man.
So many miss out on what Mary and I experience because they choose not to obey.
So many miss out on the amazing things that God has for them because they do not jump into the waters of God’s adventures.
So many will live and die missing what God had for them.
For many, Christianity is a spiritual spectator sport where people vicariously participate through the testimonies of the few who play.
God has called none to be an onlooker and everyone to play.
Don’t let this be you. Test and see that God is good, but do test.

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“Just Friggin Start!”


If you have a call to begin a You Tube Channel and have procrastinated, listen to the counsel of the experts at the “Playlist” You Tube Conference.

When You Tube commenced eight years ago, it was not what it is today.

It was much smaller, many less subscribers, and had fewer video tools.

Some of today’s big names were the pioneers of You Tube 6- 8 year back.

They persevered long without recognition.

Such are pioneers and trailblazers.

We, who start a channel today, have it easy, thanks to them.

Here’s what they say!

It takes hard work.

Stay the course.

Some of us have been at this 6-8 years.

Be patient.

Be yourself

Make it unique

Be true to yourself.

I am not going to wait for someone else to say it, I am going to start.

It can be lonely.

But when you connect with people, the whole thing goes beyond you. That is what motivates us.

I take one eight hour day and pull it in into one brief video.

Shut out the worrying and the critical comments, go forward, and be confident.

If some do not hate you, you are not causing an impact.

Pop out your story every day

And the greatest wisdom from a Christian You Tuber!

“Just Friggin Start!”

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It’s My Right!


Today I discovered the greatest, and the most destructive, of my prisons.

Really, I did not discover it.

Jesus took me there.

This is the prison of my rights.

It was a deep and subconscious penitentiary; a moated and lofty castle of my rights, my life, my control, my religion, my opinions, my beliefs, my expectations, my dreams, and my plans.

This was the one castle I would not allow God in.

I had constructed it when I had been hurt as a child, and fear and mistrust came in.

It was a towering fortress for me protecting myself. In this bastion of my rights, no one and nothing could hurt me.

Not even God, Himself.

From here I controlled my life, even my death.

The dilemma though, is that because I am born in sin, it blinded me, and the path that I designed ended in destruction.

A blind man cannot see.

I had a glimpse of this mental fortress.  It was a little drought stricken piece of land, exceedingly dry and cracked.

Rain had not fallen upon it for many, many years.

There was one tiny sickly plant that had broken through its cracked terrain.

That little plant represented my rights, I had vowed to defend.

It had shut me in, oppressed, and separated from my loving Creator.

I prayed today, and felt a stone hard place in my soul, close to my heart, where this land resides for all people.  It’s named, “hardness and embitterment of heart.”

Everybody owns it.

It’s the created place of past pain, where everybody vows not to be hurt again, and now dwell deceptively protected in this “the land of the hardened heart of my rights.”

If left long undealt with enough it becomes a birthplace for “would be murderers.”

As I interceded in earnest, Jesus opened the padlock to this prison and let me out.

I know now that I can be healed and freed.

Every person partakes of this prison. Every human lives in the parched and barren land of his rights. He will do anything not to relinquish it.

He might even go to hell claiming this land, even if all he has, is its memories.

“Not even God will I let in”, he swears.

It’s all about protecting this little parched piece of land. It’s the little place of safety.

We believe that we know better than God, as we pace back and forth in absolute darkness, in this our tiny castled dungeon, feeling very right, justified and smart.

“I know that God is out to steal this dungeon right from under my feet; He is such a bully”, another protests.

What God has is so much more extravagantly massive, yet in the blindness of pain, we clasp to our detention house.

We are on a miniscule sandbar in the middle of an enormous ocean of blessings that God has for us, but we are so intent on holding on to the sandbar of our rights, that we never look up to see the waters that surrounds us.

“The sandbar is mine”, she says.

“It’s my rights, it’s my opinions, and it’s my life.”

So we give up the colossal for the minuscule, and justify ourselves in doing so.

In reality, the only rights given to us are the right to worship and obey God.  I mean, God is the only one who is not blind.

Many will die in this prison, clenching this tiny dust bowl with the last gasp of breath.

I wish that I would have surrendered earlier to the One who can be fully trusted, and who longed to get me out, and not served a miserable 57 year sentence.

I praise God that I am finally out, though.

When will you be done with your sentence?

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