Some of you may know that a time back I set aside blogging to devote more time to a project God had given me to do. About five years ago I started to pray for the children for the world is stealing them away, with vile video games, movies, and books like Harry Potter. I asked the Lord if He might use me in some way to woo them back to Jesus. A little more than three years ago our Abba gave me a story to write with one condition Do Not Compromise! So I sat down at a broken down old out dated lap top and started to write what has now become:
A Promise Kept!
Someday I hope to have someone write the story behind the Spiritual Battle that has gone on and is going on to bring this little story to print. This is only the first book in a series of books that will help lead a child to Jesus, help them fall in love with Jesus, help them pass on the Gospel of Jesus, and spend a life time walking with Jesus. This story is: the Gospel of Jesus told in a way for them to understand. The book is written for children of the ages of 10 t0 12 years of age. I have had the book test read by children of that age and all could not put it down. Some of you out there have read the first manuscript of this book and some of you out there have been of great help to me in this task, Thank-you. I pray that our Abba blesses you greatly and know that you all share equally in the rewards in Christ Jesus.
I was not expecting the book to be released for sale till sometime after the first of the New Year. Late last night I got word the book was released and now is available for purchase. To our Lord our Abba Father I give all praise and Thanksgiving for He alone has made this book happen. May I give to you under the pen name of J Thomas:
For those of you who do not live in the USA please use the over seas book store for shipping it will save you some money:
I have a coworker who became a good friend, so I started to pray for him. Steve’s life was going along real good: But God had plans for Steve’s life. Steve was to be broken, divorce was coming, his life was to be torn apart, he was to be thrown into a pit with no way out. At the start of his divorce he became very depressed and wanted to kill himself, his wife and all his family. I have walked this road myself Jesus found me at the bottom of this pit. I said some things to Steve in away most men of God would not talk. I also used language most men of God should never use. Steve had to hear and understand so I spoke his language. Of course I could have used a ball bat, or even a golf club, they work just as well for tact. My idea of tact is to use a nine pound sledge-hammer to drive a thumb tack into a cork board. It may not be pretty but it will get the job done. My method of console is best understood by bloody knuckle blue-collar workers only.
Yes, I remember the Greek word for comfort; paraklesis: to come along side because you are invited: When a vessel at sea is in distress the aiding vessel must be invited, to come alongside to give aid. It does not mean you shall not use a fire axe if a fire axe is needed to combat the demons of hell.
This story goes on and on and it is still going on but there is a point to it. God used all the suffering in my life to walk with Steve and sometimes even carry him through his trials. Steve did make peace with God, and so did his seventeen year old daughter. As I think all of the things that I have suffered through, God for His Glory has used my trials to comfort someone else. My trials were not only for my good, but my trials were also used to bless another and another and another. Just like a pebble dropped in a pond the blessing only goes out. Only a God of love can do that!
Out of this story comes the poem Trials!
Just for the record I wrote the story first, but I posted the poem first a dyslexic will do that!
May there be a blessing found in these words for all who reads them, Amen.
There is no power like that of prevailing prayer——of Abraham pleading for Sodom, Jacob wrestling in the stillness of the night, Moses standing in the breach, Hannah intoxicated with sorrow, David heartbroken with remorse and grief, Jesus in sweat and blood. Add to this list from the records of the church your personal observation and experience, and always there is cost of passion unto blood. Such prayer prevails. It turns ordinary mortals into men of power. It brings power. It brings fire. It brings rain. It brings God.
Prayer begins where human capacity ends.
Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.
Someone said that when we work, we work, but when we pray, God works.
We pray with words until the words are cut off and we are left in a state of wonder.
Isaac the Syrian
To be complete, prayer needs an early, significant dose of spiritual silence. Such silence is necessary if the believer hopes to minister effectively for Jesus.
Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
The great battles, the battles that decide our destiny and the destiny of generations yet unborn, are not fought on the public platforms, but in moments of agony.
Samuel Logan Brengle
The beginning of prayer is silence.
It is wonderful that in our prayers we not only speak but can also listen. We cannot do so at once; we must get accustomed to it. God’s hidden fellowship is found by those who fear him.
Corrie Ten Boom
Will You spare the city
for the fifty righteous,
how about the forty,
even for the ten,
A widow’s son lay dead,
three times a Prophet
stretched himself out
for the boy’s soul
please Lord let the
Hannah’s silent words
barren womb broken heart
laid bare on the
altar before the Lord
for a gift of a son
a son to give as
worship a gift
to her Lord.
A righteous man of God
heartsick mournfully petitions
at very feet of Yeshua
my adult son has willingly broken
all Your commandments,
I know You love him
break that boy’s body
fill him with pain
take all he has
humble his rebel spirit
do to him as Your perfect judgement sees best,
leave him without sleep or rest
please Yeshua please,
do not let him
take that one last breath
before at Your feet
he falls to
confess sins and repent,
help that boy
fall in love with You
before he is dead.
No Man’s Land
At war in the trenches
a call came to climb out
to step into No Man’s Land.
Climb out and expose ones self
to open ground
and the free fire
of all hell’s fury.
Who has the faith to go?
Free Will is given to all,
Will any answer Yeshua’s Call?
Will there be any men like David?
Is my heart filled with enough love
to answer Yeshua’s call?
Hell’s fear is the bombardment
I call upon faith for the engagement.
With a marines’ cry I answer,
I will leave the trench
I will stand up to Hell’s fire.
For I am nothing
Yeshua is my everything.
If I fall under hell’s retaliation
Yeshua is glorified.
When I have crossed this
No Man’s Land
Yeshua is glorified.
For I am nothing,
Yeshua Messiah is my Everything.
I fastened on the cartridge belt of Truth,
with the flack-jacket of Righteousness in place,
combat boots of Preparation laced tight,
strapping on my helmet of Salvation,
picking up the shield of Faith.
A shield tied to my arm
By Yeshua Himself
so it could not be removed.
With the sword of the Spirit unsheathed
the word of Jehovah,
I prayed as I stepped out
to Stand into this No Man’s Land
As the first volley of Satan’s
fiery tracer rounds rained down,
Many fell under Hell’s assault,
many more ran back to the trench.
The gloomy shadow of death
tried to gather darkness,
to obscure Yeshua’s blazed path.
Lakes of Fire cannons belched brimstone,
sulfur mortars launched,
many turned and ran to
return to the trench.
Of Yeshua’s marines many fell,
many stood and advanced,
in this No Man’s Land
Yeshua is glorified.
Shields of faith now inflamed,
knees grow weak,
backs start to give way,
a marine’s strength is almost gone.
Messiah’s steadfast hand,
reaches down to carry
those who are weak.
Almost across this life’s
No Man’s Land
His Truth I still wear
about my waist,
His Righteousness is still tightly fastened,
across my chest
His Preparation His Gospel
has been my every boot step,
His Salvation is
my helmet soon shall be a crown,
His faithfulness has been
my shield of Faith,
The Holy Spirit
the true sword of Jehovah
the true word
which shall never be
nor can be sheathed.
Hear this marine’s cry!
I have left the trench
I will still stand against Hell’s fire,
for I am nothing,
Yeshua is my everything.
If I fall before I take these last steps,
Yeshua is glorified.
My life in this No Man’s Land
is lived for Yeshua
only to see Him glorified.
For all I want to be is a Nothing,
so Yeshua could be my Messiah.
For Yeshua Messiah
has walked across this
No Man’s Land
Yeshua be glorified
This poem was part of my prayer today, I know many will not understand where I am coming from in this prayer. What is going on is the spiritual warfare here is in full blaze. The place I work for is in trouble and many have lost their jobs, I could lose mine anytime. That does not scare me nor the fact of loosing everything. I have lost all two times before and God has always cared for me. Many are watching me and hoping that I fall under the pressure of this little problem.
What my life is about is prayer and praying for others, I have been blessed beyond my dreams as I prayed for others. I very seldom ask for prayer for myself, yet today I am asking you now to pray for me. Pray I stay obedient, and boldly proclaim the Gospel in love and truth. I cannot write a clear picture of all that is going on here without betraying others confidence. Pray for me my heart is heavily burdened:
Galatians, 6:2 Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
I do the job as an electrician at a very large health care facility, over 900 hundred acres and twenty-seven buildings. The facility cares for people who are brain injured, spinal injured, and/or have behavioral problems. In 2oo8 a young women came to our facility who has AIDS and Hepatitis. She was very angry, violent, and protected herself with projectile vomiting fits. This young woman is a life destroyed by the world and has a death sentence pronounced upon her soul. A young soul that knew nothing of Jesus except when expressed in a profane cruse of fear or anger. A soul waiting for time to end and be cast into Hell’s Pit. She is one of the least, one of the un-reached, unchurched, one that world has cast aside and forgotten.
How can anyone break through her harden stone wall?
How Jesus How?
Who, Jesus will you use to reach out to this lost lamb?
The world had taught this young woman there is on such thing as love. The world taught this little one, no one cares and Satan has convinced her most of all God doesn’t even care to know her name. Sex, drugs and evil has taken her life and smashed it to pieces. All this broken vessel has to look forward to is death and then her judgment. So she was warehoused where I work to die alone where no one cares.
My heart grew very heavy for this lost lamb for I too had been beaten down by sin, but that is another story for another day. So for her soul I would go before the Lord night and day to cry, “Use me my God to break through hell’s stronghold on this life. Use me to crack the walls of this torture chamber that surrounds this young woman. Use me to help this lost lamb find its way into Your arms.”
My weapons would be kindness and a caring interest for this battle. I volunteered for every repair that came up in her cabin. A cabin where she was locked away from everyone but two staff women. The staff was in fear of her, everyone was in fear of catching her disease, she was the walking dead. The battle lines were drawn for a fight to the death for one lost soul.
Why volunteer in such a dismal place? Maybe I could speak some words of love or show a small act of love, God’s love. I would ask all about her, how she was doing; make small talk, maybe she could see someone just might be caring.
One day this fearful lamb said to me, “you know James I’m dying.”
I replied with the truth, “I know, but you don’t have to die alone. You no longer have to live the rest of your days in fear of dying.” She could not even ask how, the question was written on her face. I went on, “Jesus loves you more than anything you can dream of; He died for you, and rose from the dead, so you no longer have to fear what is coming next. Jesus wants to take you in his arms right now, love you, and never let you go. Guess what? Purple, you will never be alone again.”
Her staff did not like where our conversation was going and put an end to it. I guess I don’t live in the United States any more where we had Freedom of Religion or Freedom of Speech. Yet I did manage to swing the sword of the Spirit, the wall cracked a small bit, in which a seed was planted.
I learned at this time she had no idea who Jesus was and the mystery of the Gospel was a mystery. Mercy, grace, and faith were just words with an unreal meaning to her. All those churchly sayings we use around other Christians are useless. Washed in the blood, got saved, redeemed by the lamb, born again, and even sin was just a foreign language to this blind and death sinner. A true caring interest, kindness and much prayer weapons of war for what was going to be a very long fight.
Months went by, conversation after conversation; I watered the seed hoping for something. I was hoping for the seed to sprout. I was hoping that someone else would come alone side and explain Jesus in a better way than I. No one came. I was hoping that some man would join with me in a Prayer of One Accord no other man had the time. No other man wanted to stand with me for a fight to the death for this lost soul. Matthew 17:21, “However, this kind does not go out except by much prayer and fasting.”
I cannot use this young woman’s name in my writing this because of privacy act laws. I will start calling her Purple for I can see my Jesus adorning her in Purple someday. She is going to be a child of the King.
A few weeks before Christmas 2009 Purple ask me if I could get her some gum for Christmas. “Yes Purple,” I said “You can be sure you shall have your wish.”That night I told my wife what Purple had asked me to get her for Christmas because I would forget.
One night when my wife and I were at the Wal-Mart, she gently reminded me of my Christmas shopping. We picked up a large pack of gum and a nice gift bag. The gift bag was not my idea I don’t think like that. About a day or two before Christmas I placed the gum in the bag.
My wife said, “Please let me help you with that.” She got some tissue paper the kind you don’t use on your backside. You know most men don’t do pretty well, or they just play dumb at it. My excuse is I’m A.A.D. and my mind just moves on and on.
“We have this book” my wife said. “Do think Purple would like it?” asking she went on, “It’s called “The Real Story of Christmas” What do you think?”
“HU!” I replied, “I think so. Sounds good to me?” Boy that bag of gum sure was getting bigger and prettier.
Have you ever noticed how at times your wife’s voice sounds just like the Holy Spirit? Wow! That sounds like something fun I would like to write about!!
“Yes,” I went on to tell her, “Purple is not permitted to watch T.V. or listen to music, but she is permitted to read. She is kept inside by her prison guards and has very little contact with anyone.” The gift looked real good when my wife was done with it, for she had put Baby Jesus inside.
The day before Christmas my wife said, “Don’t forget Purple’s present.” Oh yes it was that voice again. my wife is never awake when I leave for work, almost never. I’m almost never awake when I leave for work either. Not much of a chance of me remembering the package without help. Purple was asleep in a chair when I delivered her present that day. I just set it beside her on the floor and left, I felt a bit like Santa. I did get in a small amount of trouble for giving Purple that book a few days later. Purple’s reading material was to be censored by her case manager. They didn’t want to give her any false hopes. I guess;” The Night Before Christmas” would have been more appropriate.
In January 2010 my boss took off to go hunting in another state he left me in charge of the maintenance department. No boss for a week this should be easy. By the end of that week Florida was having a record-breaking cold spell. Things began breaking all over the place at work. Busted water pipes, heater failures, cabins to cold, power outages, and generators not wanting to start were just some of the problems needing to be addressed. Friday of that week was to be the coldest night of them all I worked late into the night. It was so cold that the snow birds were saying they were going back north to get warm. Saturday I was called back to work at 4:00am for a host of problems. One by one I took them on and found solutions for them all by 8:30am. I then went to the main kitchen to get some left over breakfast. As I eating a thought came to mind that I should go building by building to make sure everything is ok before I returned home for some rest. When I came to Purple’s cabin and went in I found it to be warm and comfortable. I ask if there were any problems. I ask Purple how she was doing?
“James that book you gave me, I don’t get it!” Purple exclaimed.
I did not want to take the time to get into explaining that, I was in a hurry to get done and go home. My body was screaming for sleep and I didn’t want to talk right then. Before the first words came out of mouth to make an excuse, to get out of there:
I heard a soft gentle voice tug at my heart, “Why are you in a hurry? I placed you here to be in charge today.”
I lowered myself to the floor so I would be looking up at Purple . I began to tell her the old, old story of Jesus and how He loves us. Of how God loves us so much and wants to have a relationship with us but we all are sinners. God is perfect and Holy, He is the one and only God, creator of all things. God can’t look at sin without judging sin. So God can’t have a relationship with us because we are all sinners and He would have to judge us and punish us if He looked at us. So God became man to take the blame for our sin and receive our penalty of death for our sin. The words just came flowing out in a way I never heard myself speak before. No wandering from subject to subject as I normally do. I cannot even remember all I said that day. At some point Purple said something like, so that is why there is a Christmas, but I still don’t get it. I may have said nor do I, but all you have to do is believe. At some point that cold bitter morning a little lost lamb became found.
I felt very drained and God began to comfort me after I left Purple’s cabin that cold but beautiful morning. The Holy Spirit began to show me and remind me of all the little details He was in control of, like the cold. All of those little details of how He brought me into Purple’s life. The miracles He worked in my life, just to bring me from California to Florida. Of how He controlled my life preparing new places of employment all I had to do was say yes. I have never had to go looking for work the jobs always came looking for me. The details and miracles are so many I could fill thousands of books and that is just the ones I know about. He showed me all the people’s lives I have touched along the way and forgotten. I was so amazed that God would use a vile sinner such as I for this a very important mission.
This how one Christmas not so long ago I got to give away Baby Jesus. I still see Purple from day-to-day and shall again this Christmas She is growing in Christ her health has improved and she is at peace with God.
From Purple to all, “Merry Christmas and God Bless each and every one of you just as He has Bless me!”
James says AMEN!!
Today is one of those days I feel very uncomfortable. I am a Marine Veteran. Deep in my Heart I have a longing to be with every Marine that is now standing in Harms Way. Why? They are my brothers. I ask you now to pray for every veteran and every person that is now serving our country. Please thank Our Abba Father for their willingness to lay down their Lives for our Freedom.
Please look at this and let our Lord guide your prayers, Thank-you.
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