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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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Feisty

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.

Feisty

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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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God Motivations: How I Lost Forty Pounds!


People ask me, how have I lost 40 lbs.?

It’s not been hard, because the Holy Spirit got my ball rolling.

This is grace!

Grace is not a license to sin because God loves us.

It’s a license not to sin because God kick starts something new.

Everyone needs a motivation to begin the new.

We are creatures of habit.

We tolerate pain until it is unbearable.

This is why Americans tolerate corrupt politicians until they hit their pocket book or bring them to imminent danger.

God brings us to the point of the unbearable to give us disgust for the sin which brought us the unbearable.

I tried through life to lose weight, quite unsuccessfully.

My motivation came when Jesus said, “if you don’t lose the weight, you won’t fulfill your destiny.’”

I’m not sure what He meant but it was enough to get me scared.

These are “God motivations.”

They are the products of “do or die’ scenarios.

Are you ready for some “God motivations?”

Ask and you shall receive!

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The faith equation

The Faith Equation


To function in God’s faith equation to heal, three factors are required.

These factors must be equal to one another, operate simultaneously, and be identical in proportions.

 # 1 Faith in the supernatural power of God which has the ability to heal.

 # 2 Faith in the supernatural love of God for me. This love transcends any love which I can muster.

# 3  Faith in the supernatural willingness of God to heal. God always desires to heal.

My experience is that if I am not healed there is an area of sin, rejection, woundedness or generational sins that God wants to expose and deal with.

After these things are taken care of, my inability to see a healing comes from doubting God’s supernatural power, love, or willingness to.

 # 4 I believe that when these three elements operate in equal parts immediacy of results occur.

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How To Get The Victory?


Ephesians 6:13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all(katergazomai), to stand,

 We are encourage to take the whole armor of God and having done all to stand, to stand therefore.

“Having done all” is the word “katergazomai.’

This word means to work everything out, leave no stone unturned and obtain the victory in everything.

It depicts us as warriors in a terrible struggle against the world, Satan, and sin.  The big ball of dull is kicked up as were engage in these gladiator struggles.  When the dust finally settles we remain standing victoriously, as Satan, sin and the world lay scattered at our feet.  The command is to carry out all things to a complete victory.

The reason why the church is so weak is because few understand and obey katergazomai.