When the Lord used us there as “salt”
from 1975 until 1985, the Church grew and came wholly alive. Even congregants
from another Church joined because of the love, joy, Presence and Spirit
of the Lord felt at St. Paul. In addition to the choir and organ a band
had formed, producing lively and often deeply moving worship. Frequently
the church would be so full that chairs had to be brought in to seat the
worshipers. People got born again and baptized with the Holy Spirit, and
began to experience miracles in answer to their prayers.
After we left, a wolf in sheep’s clothing came
in and did not spare the flock. Now, on Reformation Sunday of October 25,
2009, the church was nearly empty, with no choir, no band, not even the
organ playing, only an old, shrill sounding upright piano. L
We left for lunch at Luby’s. One would not
think this to be a place of divine connections, yet there the Lord had
us meet with a Nigerian man who is an elder in T.D. Jakes’ mega church,
the “Potters House” in Dallas. The man is selling his business to obey
the Lord’s call into fulltime ministry, not knowing as yet what and where.
As he shared about his life and call and I about my ministering in Kenya
since 2005, the Holy Spirit would frequently rush upon us. We recognized
our encounter was set up by Him. The continent of Africa is calling my
new Nigerian friend, and I am once again the Lord’s catalyst as I was for
Larry Goff. For this is the time of salvation for Africa and the season
of harvesting into the Kingdom.
In the afternoon my friend and I went to attend
service at the Catholic Charismatic Community of the “Children of God’s
Delight,” founded by Bobbie Cavnar, and which had been our family’s cradle
from 1976 – 78. G-d taught me early on that with Him there is no regard
of person, position, race or religious affiliations: I attended a Lutheran
Church, was baptized with the Holy Spirit and with fire in a black Church
with a white pastor couple (Victory Temple in Ewing, Dallas), was an active
member in this Cath. community, as well as of the Jewish community of Dallas
and the beautiful Tiferet Synagogue, in obedience to the Lord’s command
to return to my people and heritage.
But what had been once a vibrant community
of more than one thousand adult members (not counting youth and children),
with the Holy Spirit and the gifts of the Spirit manifesting most wonderfully,
all enjoying the refreshing freedom from man’s traditions and religious
bondages, with brotherly love, tremendous joy and a spirit of worship permeating
every gathering and our daily fellowship, had now become a dry place in
The river has moved on, but they have remained
where it used to flow over thirty years ago. Only a fraction of the former
flock was there, and that jubilant joy and glorying in the Lord was conspicuously
absent. I felt heartbroken, as I always remembered the Community with great
affection. Now I was not even welcomed nor recognized as though I was a
A definite closure was being made, both with
St. Paul and the Community. Once they were part of my life and I of them.
But I have moved on, following my Lord and His Spirit to the people and
Land of my destiny - Israel.
My friends Gary and Ladell picked me up and
I stayed in their home in Arlington until they drove me Sunday, Nov. 1,
to my friends Ed and Nancy in Abilene. Ladell took me shopping and to lunch
with an old Israeli friend and Hebrew teacher of hers (got to talk some
Hebrew). Two long-time dear friends who were with me from the beginning
of my ministry came to visit with me. Ladell arranged for a meeting, held
in her home, during which I shared the “Prayer Points”, ministered person
to person and prayed once again – very specifically – for their CP daughter
Andrea in the presence of all these witnesses. I believe the vision He
granted of Andrea being fully healed will come to pass.
On Saturday, Oct. 31 (the Scripture/Parsha
portion for that beginning week being “Lech Lecha…,” of Abraham being called
to “go forth” from Ur of Chaldea to a Land G-d would show him), I taught
and ministered at “Build a Foundation Church” with Pastors Mario and Denese
Ramos, with personal ministry to everyone afterwards. The Presence and
anointing of the Holy Spirit was wonderful.
On Nov. 1 Ed, Nancy and I drove to “The Haven”
in Clyde, where believers gather for personal ministry. Each person present
took turns sitting in the “hot seat,” while the others began to pray. Deborah,
having a prophetic gifting, had a word or a vision for everyone; and just
like last year, she was always right on. When it was my turn to sit in
the “hot” chair she received a vision of which she could not possibly know
She saw a large crowd of people waving a sea
of banners to and fro, rejoicing, celebrating, holding a great “royal”
celebration. She repeated it being a “royal” celebration in Israel, people
waving banners joyfully, and added that it was in my honor. This vision
seemed to indicate that the finding of our family’s book of generations
is nearer than I thought, as well as the House and families of David 6
being presented to our people and the world at the planned, albeit delayed,
I love their house in Hawley, where I enjoy
the peace and tranquility of the country side. Ed is an oilman. He and
Nancy drove me around the plots of land we had done a “Jericho” drive-around-7-times
nearly 20 years earlier for the release of it, and the oil, into their
ownership. Ed drove to a hill overlooking the whole area of land, and as
I stood, stretching my hands toward it, praying and calling forth in Yeshua’s
Name the land and the oil couching beneath, the Holy Spirit rushed upon
and through me mightily, signifying “It is DONE!”
We drove yet to another plot of land rumored
to have a large treasure of gold buried in it from a gold transport that
never arrived at its destination, and claimed the treasure for the Kingdom.
G-d’s calling on Ed has remained unchanged -- to serve as one of G-d’s
stewards to dispense His wealth among works of the Kingdom.
My friends also took me where I could buy nice
clothes for my slimmed figure at reasonable prices, and on Friday, Nov.
6th, drove me all the way to Gary and Ladell’s home in Arlington. I splurged
on buying Turkey bacon and links at Sam’s for my loved ones at home for
yummy “Texas brunches”, and health food items for my next hcg diet protocol.
On the 10th I flew back home.
Altogether it were thirty wonderful days, getting
refreshed, pampered, blessed and being a blessing. May much good fruit
come from it for the glory of the Lord our G-d, His Son and Holy Spirit,
with much thanksgiving unto Him.
Yours in Him,