On The Mountain, God Speaks


Why is it so important to live by the voice of the Holy Spirit?

I remember a specific incident when we lived in New Mexico.

God had called us by faith to leave Miami, Florida, and move there.

We were almost penniless and I did not have a job.

My family lived in a tiny duplex between two Native American Nations, the Santo Domingo Pueblo Indians and the Cochiti Pueblo Indians.

We did not have a washing machine and would take our clothes to the laundry mat at Cochiti Pueblo.

Having no money we had accumulated nineteen loads of laundry.

We affectionately called the huge mountain of laundry in the middle of the bedroom, where we repeatedly wore dirty clothes from, “Mount Mary,” after my wife.

From babysitting one day, my wife suddenly got $20.00.

Hurriedly we went to do our laundry in Santa Fe.

That Sunday morning, we packed up our car with nineteen garbage bags of clothes and first went to our church service with plans to do laundry once it finished.

However, in the middle of the preacher’s sermon I heard the indisputable voice of the Holy Spirit say, “Leave!”

My family was sitting close to the preacher, about two rows from the front.

I was shocked that God would tell us to leave.

I immediately objected to Him, that to have six people walk out from the preacher’s sermon would be extremely embarrassing and rude.

“Lord”, I protested, “this is the most offensive thing ever!”

The voice of God came loud again; “Leave!”

I was ticked off at God.

Thoroughly humiliated, my family got up and left to the lobby, heads bowed, looking down at the floor. I felt like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Once in the foyer we were met by a forty year old man who pointed to my eight year old daughter saying “Come here little girl.”

You can imagine my fatherly reaction to have a grown man, asking my little girl to come to him.

I nodded to my daughter under my watchful eye.

As she walked towards him, he pulled out a $20.00 bill and gave it to her.

We were to find out that the nineteen loads of laundry and soap cost us 39.75!

Obedience to the Lord is far more important than all religious sacrifices, or prophecies.

Viva Mount Mary!

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This is what trends for me today.

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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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With our beautiful Navajo friends in Shiprock, NM

 

“Take Me To The Jesus House”


Once again, to respect the identity of Native American friends, I will keep  details of this blog, generic in content.

Years back, I visited a Native American Nation in the southwest part of our country.

The Spaniards who colonized this region and Mexico, executed many atrocities in the name of Jesus Christ .

Consequently, some  Native American Nations have barred their doors to the open preaching of the gospel.

This particular tribe was one. The gospel could not be openly preached within its borders.

One day, my eye caught sight of a flyer stuck to the side of a building.

The tribe was fundraising money for a young member, a boy dying from leukemia. The  collection was to be used for a bone marrow transplant.

God burdened me to pray for this kid whom I had not met.

Every day, Jesus would tell me to fast and pray. For more than a month I did it by  getting on my knees.

When God told me stop, He then told me to do something more extreme.

“I want you to go the tribe’s administration office and ask if you can pray for this boy in the Name of Jesus.”

“ How utterly uncomfortable is this?”, I thought.

The white man is not allowed in the reservation after sundown.

To openly preach the gospel of Jesus Christ was exclusively prohibited, and this through a white man!  OMG!

If you want to discuss an awkward moment this was it.

I tried to justify all reasons for not going  but knew that I had to obey the Spirit.

Around noon I drove up to the office.  I was met with the usual busyness of a government building. I was the only white man there.

“Can I help you?” a big man asked.

“Yes sir, I saw the flyer about the boy who has leukemia and needs the bone marrow transplant. Can you help me?”

I was fearful, not knowing what to expect.

“I am the boy’s uncle,” he replied.

I could not believe that among all the people,  it was this kid’s uncle who met me.

“Well sir, my name is Jose Alvarez and I am a Christian. I am not here to preach the gospel or try to convert you. I have four little children and when I saw the picture of your nephew my heart broke. I can’t imagine what it is to have one of my children sick like this.  God uses me in healing, and I would like to pray for him in the Name of Jesus.”

As I laid my request before him, tears flowed down my cheeks, my heart broken by God.  My speech was feeble and faltering.

I well understood Paul’s words.

1Co 2:3  And I was with you in weakness, and in fear, and in much trembling.

I anticipated this man blasting me out of the water.  I imagined him screaming and drawing a number of officials who’d grab and kick me out the door of the building.

With a soft voice the man replied “ Sure, you can pray for him. I will arrange a time when you can come back.”

I could not believe what I had heard.  A white man praying in the Name of Jesus within this tribe, one of the most resistant to the gospel!   This was totally unheard of, for sure!  It was just too unbelievable!

I was permitted on three occasions to visit the boy’s home. His extended family, many of them elderly folk,  came to watch  me pray. Most of them did not speak a lick of English. They came in  Native American regalia exclusive to their nation.

The boy  would curse at me in the foulest of language as I prayed. Other times he’d run around the living room. The family gawked at me never saying a word.

2Co 11:16  I say again, Let no man think me a fool; if otherwise, yet as a fool receive me, that I may boast myself a little.

I know what it is to be a fool for Christ!  LOL!

After the third consultation I was not allowed to continue. What a miracle had transpired, though, against every human odd!

A few months after, the boy got his bone marrow transplant.

The hospital touted his recovery as the fastest discharged bone marrow patient in its history.

The cancer was gone.

His family befriended ours.

We became very close  and maintained our relationships for the next six years until our departure to Africa.

This boy grew, totally healed and cancer free.

He would demand his uncle take him to the local church.

“Take me to the Jesus house” he’d say, as he sat still in the Great Spirit’s presence.

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Repenting to “The Dine” 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 always 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 simply inexcusable.

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 me 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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The 2009 Navajo Nation Revival In Pictures


We are getting for our Flagstaff Arizona Navajo Nation Revival in February of this year.

I wanted to share the photo album of our Navajo Nation revival in 2009.

Enjoy!

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