Wednesday, January 18, 2017


POTLUCK Christian, American, Conservative (in that order)

Dick Carmack

George Soros, a Hungarian billionaire who is doing his best to tear down anything he doesn’t understand, is still rootin’ and tootin’ for Hellery and doing his best to overturn the election results. He’s a globalist. A one-world fanatic.
The rant last week in the national media was “fake news” (triggered by “Pizzagate”) and “Russian interference” in our election. How about election interference by ABC, NBC, CBS, FOX and CNN? They can’t open their mouths until they first fall to their knees and pray to the Democratic (globalist) party. How about Soros interference? He hires brain-washed college kids at $15 per hour to march and chant and burn down their own houses protesting, “No-Trump” “Not my President” etc. How about the daily dose of “fake news” in the Washington Post, Denver Post and the New York Times? You want some fake news? Just turn on the TV or pick up a national paper. The national “Mainstream Media (msm)” have it down to a science.
How about global banking interference? They’ve been financing revolution all over the world trying to steal elections and anything else that’s not nailed down. How many times has Bush 1, Bush 2, Clinton and Obama interfered in sovereign countries around the world trying to overthrow and change their governments?
This week the emphasis seems to be on “Hellery won the popular vote!” It was pointed out just before Christmas however, that if we sawed California off and let it float over to China, Trump would win the popular vote by almost 2 million. If the one-worlders have their way and get rid of the electoral college, New York and California will elect ALL future presidents and the other 48 states will effectively be locked in a pen where nobody can hear them squeak. The electoral college was deliberately weighted against the big cities so rural America would always have a voice. Each state (both Wyoming and New York), gets two votes up front for their two Senators. After that it goes by population. In “Americanese” that’s known as “protecting the minorities.” Us.
Mindless globalist sycophants don’t know the difference between a “democracy” and a “Republic.” Benjamin Franklin as he emerged from the Constitutional Convention of 1787 was asked, “What kind of government have you given us Dr. Franklin?” He replied, “A Republic if you can keep it.” A Republic is a government OF the people, BY the people and FOR the people. A “Democracy” is nothing but mob-rule dressed up in a suit trying to look respectable. A moderately talented thief (and there are thousands  in Washington) can steal a “democracy” in just a few months. It takes a while longer to steal a Republic.
All that said, I still fear for my country. I’m afraid we’re being set up for an event that will completely destroy honesty and give our wanna-be rulers a red carpet to park on when they try to kill our Republic forever. To make the point let me tell a short story. My father-in-law was a life-long Democrat who voted for Eisenhower in 1956. In amazement I asked him how he could do that believing as he did. He answered, “I figure there’s a big depression comin’ and I want the Republicans to get the blame.”
Let’s assume that not too long after Trump takes office the illegal “Federal” Reserve drops the hammer on us again, as Ben Bernanke admitted in his speech on Milton Friedman’s 90th birthday: “Let me end my talk by abusing slightly my status as an official representative of the Federal Reserve. I would like to say to Milton and Anna: Regarding the Great Depression. You're right, we did it. We're very sorry. But thanks to you, we won't do it again.”[1](Yeah)
A crash that will make the great depression of the 1930s look like a coffee spill is waiting in the wings. We have been maneuvered into position for more than 65 years with deficit spending to the point where our debts (private and national) are simply impossible to pay off. Any rational person can see that $20 Trillion in funny money “debts” will never be paid.
When the inevitable crash comes, the bought and paid for the “presstitutes” in the national media will hammer us day and night with how “Trump and the unwashed masses that voted for him are responsible for our misery” and ONLY the anointed global bankers and their lackeys are fit to rule over us.
Presto! World-government will arrive overnight and the United States of America will be simply a foot-note to history. From then on there will be an iron boot on the neck of humanity until Lord Jesus returns.


Dick Carmack

I have watched with dismay the widening gap between former friends and neighbors now deeply divided over the Trump electoral victory and the utter child-like temper tantrums of the Left and the Democrat Party. Eight years ago half of the country was dismayed over the election of an obscure Senator from Illinois who so obviously had hardly any experience either in government or in the free enterprise system that provides the means to run the country. His only qualification was as a “community organizer,” a term that most of us had never heard of, and certainly knew little about.
Did we (the losing half) have to be nurtured in special “weeping” rooms with counselors brought in to get us through the shock of losing the election? Were we threatening to march in the streets and burn down the Capitol as we chanted, “Not our President!” Did we threaten to disrupt the inaugural ceremony? Did we threaten to use the odor of vomit to make buildings uninhabitable? No. We simply accepted the results of the election and though we were saddened, we respected the process. Why were we so peacefully compliant to law and why did we keep our disappointment to ourselves?
The difference can obviously and easily be traced back to what we believed then, and what is believed now. As we watch our nation apparently coming apart we need to wake up and correct at least some of the factors that have contributed to our present problems.
Mostly, what we believe is what we have been taught. This writer was taught in the public schools, first of all respect for our country and our flag. We said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning and our sense of patriotism was reinforced by the role models provided by our teachers and by our community leaders. Leaders who were mostly Christian, then Americans, and lastly Republicans and Democrats.
That picture has drastically changed. Our public schools have largely been taken over by those who now teach a philosophy that free enterprise is an object of disgust. Our public educational system has been subtly invaded by a philosophy of communism (“From each according to his ability and to each according to his need.” The lie of an unachievable utopia), and as a result many of our children if not most, no longer understand the difference between the two philosophies of government. They have been brainwashed into believing the capitalistic system that brought us prosperity and by and large has protected our freedom is to be abhorred.
The facts of history quickly show us the true difference. The Communist Soviet Union collapsed simply because it oppressed and robbed the people while the top echelon lived in luxury and the Free Enterprise (Capitalist) United States went from a nation of starving immigrants to become the unparalleled super-power of the world. A nation and a system of production and rewards that has provided far and away the most material wealth the world has ever seen.
Our educators however, being steeped in communist ideology believe in the so-called “communist utopia,” because they were taught (by those who hate the idea of personal freedom) it was the way to go and never bothered, or were unable, to examine the premise of that idea. What they were taught they are now passing on to their students, our children. As a result, our nation has largely gone from a nation of “do-ers” to a nation of “takers.” The next step is to watch our freedom vanish and thrust forth our hands to accept the handcuffs in exchange for a few pieces of bread. The last step is to stop and think, “While we were rolling in the wealth provided by freedom, we were watching our I-Pads and texting about the latest sex-star, as an iron boot was descending upon the “collective” necks of the world.
If our school boards fail to wake up and drastically change the curriculum and fire the die-hard ideologues that teach it, then it will soon all be over. The Trump-haters of today will look up from their trays of bread and water tomorrow and sigh for the “good old days” when they were given the right and the space to go out to march, chant, scream and make fools of themselves. Our mis-named “educational system” has become a Trojan Horse that is about to empty out on humanity a darkness that will bring in an individual the Bible calls the Antichrist. When that happens it will be too late to escape.

Saturday, December 24, 2016


It was perhaps 10-12 feet to the sun-baked adobe ground that was littered with scrap lumber and rock. As Carlos and the ladder were thrust violently away from the roof, they first reached vertical and then began the accelerating backward trip to the ground. During the time of the trip to the bottom, he somehow had the ability to think about                        what was about to happen…
“When I hit the ground on my back with this ladder and load of bricks on top of me it’s going to be bad. At the least I’ll probably be hurt really bad…
I wonder if I’m going to be killed?”

A Collection of “God-Intervention” Stories
By Dick Carmack

In most cases names and places
have been altered. In a few cases at the request
of the subject, they remain the same.


Secret Hands,  Going Under for the Third Time,  Runnin’ for His Life (or was it his
death?),  “I’m a Good Girl,”  Considering the Supernatural,  Facing Adventure in Christ.

Check the Scriptures,  Two Men One “Ghost,”  And Then You Were My Father, 
Bapticostal,  Almost a Head-On,  Dreams,  Warned in a Dream,  A Horse Riding a
Man,  Warts and All.

Nudged Away From Hell,  Racket in the Back,  Blowing Your Horn,  I Think I’m Going to Hell!  Let There Be Light,  You Have Sinned!

That’s Just Nature!  Listen Up!  Visions of Hell,  Everybody Talks About the Weather,  A Heavenly Gift?  Wildfires and Floods.

Smokin’ Mountains,  I Already Heard You,  More Earthquakes,  Multiplying the Loaves,  Stranger on a Dark Night,  And the Blind Shall See.

Slow Down!  More Deams,  Just Plain Supernatural,  Meeting God Face to Face,  Love at First Sight,  Robbing God.

Merrily, Merrily Row your Car,  Judgment is Sure,  Heading Down to Death?  The Secret World,  Too Late…Too Late!  God’s Gonna Kill Me!

Destroyer of Millions,  Not the Tooth Fairy,  Buried Alive,  Creation Cries Out,  Called to Preach,  Speaking Through Storms.

Mama’s About to LeaveWhen God Speaks to Small Girls,  A King Grazing in the Pasture,  Three Lessons in Dreams,  He Really Does Speak,  Give it Up! Go Home!

Warning of Disaster,  Miracle at the Superstore,  Facing Eternity,  Devils Come to Torment Me,  Angel in Disguise,  Razor Thin.


All Scripture unless otherwise noted is from the King James Bible.
All emphasis, underlining, bold, etc is added to Scripture and not in the original.


The debate will never be over till Christ comes and sets it all straight. Some will be offended to think God intervenes in the affairs of men. Others believe He controls every facet of our lives, even down to what we eat and wear. This book will not settle the argument, nor will it probably not change anyone’s belief. It will however, in the author’s opinion give us another encouraging glimpse into the Supernatural, the other world that certainly exists, but which we only on rare occasions have access to.

Does God have His Secret hands about us, or are we on our own?


When I was a boy a long time ago, the highlight of my life was when Dad took us on a trip to town and getting a bottle of chocolate pop. Later on we had cream soda and even strawberry cold drinks occasionally out of the water filled cooler at the service station, but none compared with the chocolate pop that I remember the most and the best.
The stories that follow are like chocolate pop. Those of which I have personal recollection are good. Those you can relate to, you will remember. I hope you liken them to chocolate pop.
Life is like that. We live a lot of things and do a lot of things but only a few stand out in our memories. Another good thing I remember well was when Dad or Mom would buy some Ovaltine (a chocolate powder) and then mix us up a glass-full with fresh milk. Ovaltine isn’t nearly as big a seller as it used to be, but let me tell you, on an evening (cold or hot) just before bed, there is absolutely nothing that can compare with a glass of milk mixed with Ovaltine. You can see I like chocolate in any form.
This book is a collection of stories I have heard over the years since I became a Christian and some are personal memories. Many are salvation stories, some are not but all indicate there is a God in heaven and He is interested in you and me and what we are doing. A few of the stories are copied from other books and tell the sad (and sometimes good) results of a life lived in rebellion to the God who made us and sent His Son to die on a cross to pay the penalty in our place, for the sins we have committed.
If you are a friend of mine, relative or a descendent, you may find yourself in these pages, especially if you’ve shared your story with me about how God has worked in your life. Look carefully because your name has been changed and where you live is unrecognizable. There are also some of my personal experiences, again sometimes disguised but all pertinent I believe in pointing out the omnipotence of the One who made us. If you like the book, please let me know, if you don’t, just keep it to yourself that way I won’t regret offending you and you won’t get upset writing to me.

As a mother cradles her child in her arms, God also wraps his heavenly, unseen and  secret hands about His human creations, constantly keeping them from harm He doesn’t desire. He also speaks to them through His still, small voice. Though we may question why we are allowed to undergo certain trials, His wisdom is over all, guiding here, nudging there, pushing a little from behind when necessary, giving us or allowing the experiences we need.
We live in the “natural” surrounded by the supernatural. Scripture implies not even a sparrow can fall without escaping His notice.
Lu 12:7 But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
When we pause and attempt to comprehend the majesty of such a thing it is beyond the understanding of mere men. The universe is apparently infinite. As man builds bigger and bigger telescopes he discovers more and more that he never saw before, thus the necessary phrase, “The known universe.” And surrounding it all are the SECRET Hands of an infinite God of such vast intelligence that the very hairs on our heads are numbered!
In the pages you are reading you will find events described in the life of this writer and other contributors. True stories, stories that really happened. You will find stories that can’t be reconciled with the natural and by default therefore have to be credited to the SUPERnatural. You will read where the writer heard the audible voice of God (audible at least to him), met angels face to face (though he didn’t recognize them as such at the time) and was saved from precarious situations on several occasions, that he now understands as actually being help from the supernatural.
Steve Hartman, CBS reporter started his television series “Everyone has a story.”  by putting his finger on a name in a phone book, then investigating and publishing that person’s story. Proving immensely popular the series has now evolved into searched out stories, rather than random picks.
The stories that follow however are about ordinary people and extraordinary events. There are no celebrities, no famous names. Just folks like you and me, your friends and neighbors who have been moved by SECRET HANDS, or have actually heard the voice of God.

Jesse Hopkins lived in a small town in Iowa and almost drowned three times, twice in water and once in corn. He was just a kid, far too young to die. Let me explain.
He was 13 years old and while playing with some other kids as they waded across a fast moving creek on a sandbar they had crossed many times before, being the smallest of the group Jesse was knocked off his feet and caught in the turbulence. The other boys being larger were able to keep their footing and had little trouble, but as Jesse was swept off his feet he was quickly swept into deep water, rushing down a rocky creek.
Struggling to keep his head above water and bumping his head on a rock he blacked out. “The next thing I knew” Jesse said, “they had me on my back and were roughly and frantically pumping water out of my lungs.” The other boys had followed down the stream and quickly pulled him out and onto the bank where they started pumping his chest the best they knew how.
“Thirteen year olds are going to live forever,” at least that’s what they think. Immortality is the norm and death seems far away until you face it. The rescue performed by his friends worked that day and soon the boys were on their way home. Jesse didn’t tell his parents.
Two months later Jesse went to a birthday party for his uncle. They had a swimming pool and as the party moved away from food and drink and down to the pool, his uncle without knowing Jesse couldn’t swim, in fun picked him up and tossed him into the pool. In a few seconds it became apparent the boy was in deep trouble and his uncle then realizing his mistake jumped in to pull him out. Jesse, fighting for his life grabbed and clung desperately to his would be rescuer pulling them both to the bottom of the pool. In quick order two other men jumped in and they, being better swimmers were able to rescue the almost drowned boy now welded to his uncle, with soon all four on poolside again doing CPR on Jesse. Still, the nearness of death failed to impress the boy, his thoughts were elsewhere but little did he know he would soon be drowning again in a sea of freshly cut corn.
Jesse’s parents were sold out, born again Christians and being concerned for their children, saw to it that both boys were in church every time the doors were open. Dad Hopkins among other endeavors, had a corn farm. One day while Dad and a friend were in the field cutting and loading corn Jesse’s job was to monitor the large bin where the still moist grain was mechanically augered down onto a conveyor tended to stick to the sides, clumping up and not reaching the conveyor that transported the freshly cut and dumped corn up to a drying bin. Not being able to reach some of the corn on the sides of the bin with his shovel, Jesse decided to climb over the side and hanging onto the rim with his hands, kicked the recalcitrant grain so it would slide down into the auger.
The night before, Jesse had attended another Wednesday night service but this time it had apparently penetrated his heart, where he subconsciously considered what he had heard. Then, in an instant it all snapped together as his hand-hold failed and falling into the bin, he found himself slowly being sucked down into the corn as it made its way to the auger. Screaming for help, a friend who had stopped by on his way home from school heard the cry for help and got there just as Jesse’s head was going under. He frantically ran to the field where Dad and friend rushed quickly in, only to find just a pair of hands barely above the surface of the descending corn. They quickly shut down the machinery and crawled into the bin to dig the boy out and again, three times in a row, CPR was administered.
As he felt himself being inexorably being sucked down into the auger that would soon shred his body, Jesse prayed a fervent prayer. He held his hands up and cried out to Almighty God, admitting he was a sinner and needing forgiveness. As his breath failed and blackness descended he knew this was the end, there would be no more chances to reject God. Then, consciousness slowly returned as his breath gradually began again and he realized he was still alive.
Again, three times in a row, he was on his back with men working frantically to revive a boy who had one more time barely escaped death. Jesse’s prayer was effective that day as God spoke by sending help when it was seemingly too late. Jesse is now married to a girl from Colorado who came to teach in the Hopkins’ church. He, like his dad is also is an entrepreneur, a welder, construction man and part time farmer. The Hopkins have nine children, all of which have been taught the Word of God and all are living moral lives. God is good, our ever present help in time of trouble if we know Him.
Ps 37:39 But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strength in the time of trouble.



Marvin was building a house. He had a crew of three or four men helping him and one day while waiting for a ready-mix truck, the crew was nailing together wooden forms to contain excess cement whenever the truck carried more mud than was needed for the particular pour. The resulting square blocks were to be used for walkway blocks instead of the conventional sidewalk.
Nailing 2” X 4”s together for a form, he absent mindedly reached for a handful of nails, used them up and was pleasantly surprised when the exact number needed for that form ran out just as he completed it. Beginning on another form he reached again for nails and again the exact number was picked up without him being conscious of what he was doing. By now he was intrigued and the next time he picked up a handful of nails he deliberately relaxed his hand letting a few drop back in the box. Again, astoundingly, the exact number of nails needed proved to be the number he had held onto.
This astounding miracle went on for a few more forms. Looking around and a little bit up, Marvin wondered what was going on. What in the world was happening? The event could not be explained by human reasoning the odds were just too long. Later, after salvation the incident came again to mind and he then realized God Almighty deals with every man in the exact way that is needed for that individual to realize he is in need of salvation and if he applies it instead of holding it in contempt, at a certain point enough light is given for the decision to be made in favor or life. If the decision of rejection is made one time too many, however, at that certain point the offer is withdrawn never to be offered again.
As an aside, have you heard the story of the man who was working on a tin roof of a two story building, lost his footing and sliding down over the eave in desperation grabbed the rain gutter? While hanging there he breathed a short prayer to someone and asked, “Is there anyone up there that can help me?” A voice from heaven came down and said, “Let go and trust Me.” Shaking his head in amazement and in desperation he then looked down and asked, “Is there anyone down there that can help me?”
Some folks come to Christ by reason, some by emotion, some through the sorrow of a loved one, some by being jolted to the very bottom of their beliefs. Others are so hard-hearted they have to spend years in the slime of lower parts of society before they eventually awake and cry out for help. Not all will be saved, indeed the Bible testifies in
Mt 7:13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:
There also eventually comes a day in which time runs out, because if after repeated chances with repeated rejection of the Gospel message, the Bible teaches that God will no longer deal with that man;
Ge 6:3 ¶ And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.
That means simply that most of humanity will stiffen their necks and march straight into hell all the while insisting “I’m a good person and I’m going to live my life in such a manner that God will HAVE to accept me into heaven!” 
Sorry, you don’t make the rules, God Almighty does.
After the life changing experience while kneeling in the woods, Marvin now began to understand and gradually accept the fact the old man was dead and a new man with a new nature was beginning to grow. The first few faltering steps were taken as he toddled, then began to walk and later even ran with confidence. When his old friends wanted him to drink with them he politely refused and instead tried to talk to them to somehow explain the miracle that had occurred in his soul. No longer did he need the former things. The destination had changed and the goals had changed. Life became valuable as he began slowly to understand the grand design, not just a solitary life that was to be spent and wasted in gratification of self.
Rejection however was swift to come. Not too long after he was saved and while witnessing passionately to his friends, as they entered the coffee shop for a time of coffee and visiting, one, visibly upset exclaimed: “Can’t you get off that? What difference does it make?” Marvin quickly replied, “Because one of these days you’re going to die and I don’t want to see you go to hell!, that’s what difference it makes!” Suffice it to say the rest of the coffee conversation that afternoon was a little strained.

RUNNIN’ FOR HIS LIFE (or was it his death?)
Jerry Underhill was on a week-end pass in St. Louis. He had spent almost all his money the night before buying whiskey in a South-Side bar but now with a hang-over he needed food. This had almost become routine. Party on Saturday night and when the money ran out go down to the little church for a free breakfast. Only one problem, whoever gets breakfast, also gets a sermon before he eats.
The trip to the little church stands out in his memory. The pattern played itself out several times. On Friday evening as soon as the week-end pass was valid, out the gate they went and upon reaching St. Louis which was about 130 miles away, a 3 or 4 hour trip in those days on a 2 lane road with a third passing lane only on hills, by the time they got there most of the partying was saved over until Saturday.
On Saturday afternoon Jerry and his buddies hit the bars and by closing time were usually close to or dead broke. Only occasionally was there enough foresight to fill the gas tank before the money ran out. A couple of times they had to sell the spare tire to get gas money back to base.
Then, after a Saturday night party of drinking, groggily on Sunday morning they pulled themselves out of bed in time to make the church service and breakfast in the little church on the corner. First came the sermon, though coffee was served right away. It was “hell-fire and damnation” but the hearers were usually able to blank out and not listen to most of it. One morning however, Jerry found himself under conviction of sin and strangely found himself walking the isle, headed for the altar behind which the preacher strained in trying to persuade his audience of the reality of both heaven and hell. He could feel a Secret Hand pushing gently on his back, urging him to make the commitment he so desperately needed. Just as he reached the altar however, and just as he began to kneel and pray, he thrust himself to his feet, broke and ran back down the isle and out of the little church!
He testified later, “I could feel a pressure on my back like someone was pushing me to go forward and confess I was a sinner, and it scared me. Just as I got to the front and began to kneel I broke and ran. The Devil danced with glee, not knowing he didn’t get my soul, he just delayed my salvation, not for a few days but for over 30 years. During that 30 years he was convinced, God still had His hands on him patiently waiting for the day when enough of his pride would be stripped and he would surrender to the Supernatural Creator who had made him.
“I can look back now and see clearly what happened. The little demon perched on my shoulder almost screamed in my ear ‘Don’t do it! You’ll regret this this!’ Sadly, I listened to it and missed out on over 30 years of walking in a forgiven life. I denied myself the  security of the knowledge heaven is my home, I’m just passing through. That Sunday morning in St. Louis, Missouri I thought I was runnin’ for my life, instead I almost ran into my death!”  



In a time of Benny’s life before he met Susan, he was working as a car salesman for his brothers who had an Edsel dealership in Denver, Colorado. Somehow, though he isn’t able to remember the circumstances, he became acquainted with a young man about his own age named David. They hit it off and were soon fast friends. David was a big guy, probably 5’11” or so but very gentle in demeanor. The two spent hours over coffee and somehow David seemed to always gently bring the conversation around to the subject of God and the Bible. Benny went along with it because he had an instinctive liking for David but just as gently usually changed the subject back to something of more immediate attention.
When Benny wanted to go up to “Lucky’s” and have a beer or two, David quietly declined but the sessions at the beer hall never seemed to dampen the friendship of the two young men. They were always able to pick up where they left off and a word of reproach was never to pass David’s lips.
One day in November David invited Benny to travel about 80 miles west to visit his parents who had promised the two a fine turkey dinner for the fall holiday. Benny went, taking his demonstrator Edsel hardtop and after spending the day with David’s parents and enjoying a scrumptious dinner, the two drove home. On the way, David confessed he was the victim of a rare blood disorder and in fact the doctors only gave him a few more months to live. Dick was shocked. David seemed healthy and his spirits were excellent. In fact his impending death seemed not to bother him at all. He confessed he wasn’t afraid to die because, he said, “I know my Lord has saved my soul and I am going straight to heaven.”
Benny refused to consider the testimony and quickly put it out of his mind. The coffee sessions continued from time to time, though declining in frequency, but the subject of David’s death never came up again. One day the following spring Benny read in the newspaper that indeed, David had died. Till the day of his death he seemed to be fine. They had coffee together just a few days prior. He was just there one day and the next day he was gone.  Benny didn’t go to the funeral, never quite understanding why and deliberately never allowed himself to think of David again until much later in life. It just didn't seem fair. Here was a young man, a believer in God who was suddenly taken in death while others who were obviously great sinners went their way prospering. Thinking back he just didn’t want to grapple with death and the two destinations that exist. Life was too exciting and when he learned that of David’s death he found an excuse to be very busy that day and unable to attend the funeral.
In fact, David hardly crossed his mind again until Benny and Susan were much older. There had been several times when the name would pop up but just as quickly it was dismissed. Several times after he allowed himself again to think of David and regret not listening closer and acting on the wise advice that he gave, thoughts of David would come along with the regrets of not acting when he was able. He knew he was not right with God but didn't want to think about it.
After being saved though, a transformation in Benny’s mind however took place. No longer did he enjoy suggestive “Country Western” music. Instead the Gospel tunes he heard from time to time and rejected now began to be appreciated. Not just for their message but also for the solid rhythm and soothing effect on the soul. He also began to think about David again and to consider what he had rejected when he was young. Needing a character for the story you are reading, who would be able to express a supernatural presence in the life of Benny, David was chosen.
David had all the attributes. He was a solid believer without pretense, one who was a representative of the Lord who first created and later was available to save our souls by snatching us out of falling into hell. David was gentle and patient, qualities missing from and much needed in the life of the author. David was a good representative of God Almighty in that he never raised his voice, never condemned, simply smiled at stubbornness and patiently planted the same seeds over and over again though each time they came in different clothing and appearance.
David, in the mind of this writer was chosen to represent the supernatural component of human life that is mostly unrecognized but is always just an arm’s length away. Angels according to the Bible are deputies or messengers of God. They bring messages in myriad forms. Sometimes they speak through men in the pulpit, often they are a quiet voice in the recesses of the soul. Occasionally, they take human form and show up at unexpected times (probably much more often than we think), indeed that guy thumbing a ride on the side of the road might be an angel. How about the derelict you just walked by who was obviously hungry and you just turned your head and walked on by?
Mt 25:35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
No, David was probably not a real angel but he is a figure that represents that unseen legion of heavenly helpers sent to minister to those who shall inherit salvation.
In the multiple years of age though, as many old men do, we start to reminisce about the past and sometimes have dreams that seemingly prompt us to look up old friends. That’s when Benny started to remember David as another strange occurrence began when the night dreams turned to a young couple he had known in the middle 1950s.
Del and Sharon were a couple that had no interest in the partying of night life. They preferred to go to the movies, or out to eat. They liked good food rather than booze and brawling and even though the young people obviously had different interests in life, Benny enjoyed a close friendship with Del and Sharon Givens (fictitious names). Again it seemed God had sent a couple of heavenly messengers to help guide a lost soul on his way out of the morass of sin.
As the world turned however, the Givens and Benny drifted apart and it wasn’t until about 2013 (some 50 years later) that Benny started to remember his long lost friends. One night when it was hard to drift off the Givens popped into his mind. Often, while lying in bed before going to sleep the Givens kept appearing in his mind. He recalled them as being church-goers and though they were obviously believers they never pressured him about religion. Instead they set an example that he recalled the many years later when he began to approach the last period of his life.
“Del and Sharon Givens.” He wondered if they were still living and if so would he see them in heaven. Benny’s own salvation was clear in his mind and as he remembered the days of youth he relished the thought of seeing his old friends again.
Because of the insistent reminder of the Givens, one day he decided to use the internet and see if there was a listing for them. Using his search engine, he typed in the name “Givens” and was rewarded with a long list of hits. Running down the list, there they were! Del and Sharon Givens, and wonder of all wonders, they lived in a town only 80 miles from him and Susan. After searching phone books and not finding a listing he called another Givens living in the same town and only getting an answering machine he left a message:
“My name is Benny Lowdermill and I’m trying to locate some old friends named Del and Sharon Givens who live in your town but I can’t find a telephone listing. If you know them or anything about them would you please return my call?” Days went by but nobody called. A week or two more went by but he just couldn’t get them off his mind. Almost every night at bedtime as he relaxed before sleep, Del and Sharon Givens came to his mind. It was almost like God was speaking to him. “Go see your old friends.” Finally, Benny decided the next time he was in the area he would make an effort to look them up.
Shortly after that, he and Susan found themselves in the Givens’ hometown about noon and being pressed for time decided to visit City Hall anyway and see if there was a utility listing for his old friends. Entering Town Hall Benny found a young lady sitting alone at the reception desk as all the other city employees were out to lunch. Boldly he asked, “Do you have a listing for Del or Sharon Givens, and if so, can I get a telephone number or address?”
The receptionist looked shocked and said, “It’s against our policy to give out personal information. Who is it you want to see?” Benny explained the situation, that he was trying to locate friends that he hadn’t seen for over 60 years, and were there any suggestions she could give as to how to locate them? As he spoke, the girl, while apparently paying no attention, scribbled a phone number on a yellow sticky-pad. Next she reached for a photo-copy of the town map and highlighted with a yellow marker both City Hall and the address of the Givens. Wordlessly she pushed the paper over the counter and turned away leaving him to walk out the door, paper in hand, in complete amazement. As he exited the building he noticed a man driving a city vehicle that seemed odd and out of place. He was a big guy, dark complexioned and for a fleeting instant, he reminded Benny of his old friend David. The driver of the city vehicle was obviously looking at him and smiling as he drove past.
Driving toward the highlighted address Benny explained to Susan what had just happened. In a few short minutes he was knocking on the front door to a modest ranch style home and the lady who answered, he recognized instantly as Sharon. She didn’t know him however as she called for Del to come and deal with the stranger.
“Hello Del. Do you remember me? No? Then do you remember a guy named Lowdermill from back in Denver in the fifties?”
“Lowdermill…” puzzled Del, “I knew a Lowdermill one time named Benny.”
“That’s me.” A silence ensued while Del gazed at the stranger and mulled over what had just been said. “You’re Benny Lowdermill? I sure wouldn’t have recognized you. It’s been a long time.”
“Can I come in?”
“Well, I have a dim recollection of a guy named Lowdermill, but that was a long time ago are you sure you’re him?”
Benny replied, “I hardly recognized you either Del, except for the fact I’ve been thinking about you for the past several weeks.”
“Come on in,” Del said as he opened the door and motioned him in. “Are you by yourself? No? Then go get her.”
After going to the car to get his wife, Benny and Susan entered the house and with a few minutes of recollection, Benny observed, “I just wanted to stop by and thank you folks for witnessing to me those many years ago. If it hadn’t been for you I might still be searching and lost.”
“Witnessing?” Del asked, with a puzzled look on his face, “What are you taking about?”
It was then Benny’s turn to puzzle. “You mean you’re not a Christian?” he asked. “I remember you and Sharon telling me about the Lord several times.”
“No,” Del replied, “I’m not a Christian. Sharon is and our daughter is a Baptist.”
A stunned silence ensued as Benny thought over what he had just heard. He had been convinced in his own mind that both Del and Sharon were Christians and that they had witnessed to him on more than one occasion those many years ago. Excusing himself for his assumption, Benny gently turned the conversation to other topics and the four spent the next half hour remembering some of the events of Denver those fifty some years ago, Del was retired after working for many years in Albuquerque for a defense contractor, running computers and compiling records. He was now in his late 70s and he and Sharon spent most of their days going back and forth to doctor appointments.
Standing and preparing to leave, Benny asked Del one more time about his faith. Del said he had none. He called Sharon over and she assured Benny she was a good person and had always been a Christian and was certain of her destination in heaven when her earthly years would come to an end. Benny couldn’t restrain himself as he told them of the great importance of taking the Bible literally and putting their faith in Christ’s sacrificial death on the Cross as full payment for their sin. Sharon again stressed her belief she had always been a Christian and was thus assured of heaven.
Gently, Benny pointed out that the Bible stresses the fact that nobody has “always been a Christian.” Becoming a believer was just that, becoming, not “always was.” A way to illustrate that fact is that going out and sitting in your garage for an hour or two on Sunday morning won’t turn you into a car. Being born of Christian parents does not assure that every (not even one) child will be a Christian. People become Christians by only one method and it’s not hereditary.
First every individual has to come to a realization of the fact he is a sinner. He was born that way and before his first cry in the crib his life was already tainted. It came through his genes, down from Adam and is called “Our sin nature.” Secondly, we are sinners by choice. All things being equal it’s much easier to sin than it is to not. Who hasn’t experienced the temptation to “stretch” a story? That’s called a lie. It’s not a “little white lie,” no the magnitude of the lie makes no difference, a lie is a lie just as black is black and blue is blue. Sure we can put shades on blue and say it’s “light blue or dark blue” but it’s still blue. A lie is a lie and we need to admit it. Did you know there’s a special place reserved for those who tell lies and have not been forgiven?
Re 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.
Would God send someone to the lake of fire for one itty bitty lie? Yes He would. Not because He’s a mean old man in the sky but because sin cannot be tolerated in heaven. Suppose it could be. Sin (even an itty bitty one) would then in heaven and by definition heaven could no longer exist! Who then can be saved???
Anyone and everyone. Do you have to join a particular church?
No because God is not a respecter of persons (Acts 10:34) or of denominations. He’s not impressed with earthly edifices, earthly denominations or success. Truth known there are probably more rich and famous men in hell (including some preachers and priests) than are not saved because their pride wouldn't allow them to humble themselves and ask for forgiveness. The meek shall inherit the earth (Ps 37:11) not the rulers or the super rich or the brilliant or the workers of good. You can’t be a Christian “all your life,” it’s a decision everyone has to make, to let go of your own life and let Christ be your Lord. Do you know and admit you have sinned against a Holy and Eternal God or do you go the way of the proud and say, “I’ll do it my way!”
Thirdly, every individual soul has to admit to himself and to God he has sinned and needs forgiveness and to believe that Christ is the very Son of God who took flesh, lived on earth, was crucified (put to death) taking the sin of the world on Himself then was buried and rose again on the third day!
If you will take those three steps you will have eternal life. If you don’t your destination is death in hell.
The Lowdermills said their goodbyes to the Givens and promised to keep in touch. But before they left Benny found himself compelled to point out Paul said in Ephesians that nobody can be saved by being a good person.
Eph 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
Two weeks later Benny bought a new Bible at the city Retail Club and spent the next 30 minutes sitting in the car highlighting Bible verses. He carefully put it in a large manilla envelope he had prepared along with a letter stressing the need to simply put one’s faith in the finished work of Christ on the Cross, and forget the heresy of “being good” in an effort to earn your way to heaven.
Joh 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
Leaving the Club he called Del Givens and receiving no answer, left a message asking if it was OK for them to stop by for a minute. During the 20 mile trip to Del and Sharon’s house, they decided they would leave the Bible even if no one was at home. Upon reaching the house they knocked and receiving no answer carefully placed the wrapped gift between the screen and the door.
Several weeks went by and there was no letter, no phone call from his friends, but the nightly urgings to talk to the Givens about Jesus Christ continued. Again, a long letter was carefully composed and printed out, then mailed to the Givens. Again, there was no response but now, gradually the old friends faded from Benny’s mind. Only God in the heavens knows the answer as to what if anything, followed the meeting of old friends. Will both the Givens be in heaven on that Great Day, or just Sharon alone, or perhaps neither?
Even when you are in your eighties, God still has work for you to do. He knows all the answers and as the Scripture testifies,
Ro 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Benny rested in that. He knew that whether the Givens responded immediately or not, they had heard the truth and they had the Scripture to verify it with. The Lowdermills had been given an assignment to bring the Word to some old friends. They did that and the rest was up to the Lord. God works in mysterious ways and death-bed conversions to Christianity are not unheard of though extremely rare. Those who are appointed unto Salvation will be saved. God said so and He is a God that cannot lie.
2Pe 3:9 ¶ The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.


As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one:

Lois Anopolis really was a good girl. She worked at it. Diligent in school, obedient at home, studious and reverent in Sunday School. She wanted to “Do the right thing,” showing herself approved, this small West Virginia girl was everything she tried to be, except for one thing.
Lois had the idea if she was good enough heaven was hers. She knew God was good and wanted her to be good also but complete understanding would only come later. She was the daughter of a storekeeper in a small coal mining town where Dad sold hardware and silently fought his own spiritual battle. Dad was vehemently against his daughters being “indoctrinated” and turned into “religious fanatics. “ As a consequence, her Mom wasn’t allowed to take Lois and four sisters to Sunday School, but she was diligent in seeing to it all the girls went, all dressed in their Sunday best. Dad and Mom were “good” though Dad as mentioned was far from being a Christian. Lois loved and respected her parents and showed it at every opportunity.
Dad Anopolis came from a long line of Greek preachers who had immigrated to America in the middle 1800s. But as time continued, first his Granddad and then his Dad gradually became alienated from the Gospel. And as they did and became successful farmers and merchants they saw little need for “religion.” It was a different story for Great-Granddad Anopolis who, born in the old country was raised in Greek Orthodoxy, but converted to the Baptist faith after attending a tent revival where he came under heavy conviction of sin. Shortly after his conversion he was called to preach and for the rest of his life rode the Great Smokies holding revivals wherever he went. His only son however, though professing faith, became immersed in making money and providing well for his family. As a consequence he raised his family as secularists and when Lois’ Dad came along there was no longer any pretence of being Christian.
Lois’s Mother however was a different story. She was saved as a youngster and though she married an unbeliever, was determined to raise her five daughters in the faith of Jesus. When Dad Anopolis protested at the “fanatics” he had for daughters, Mother asked simply, “Would you rather they go down town and hang around on the corner?” From then on there was no more argument from Dad. He simply kept his peace and ignored the faithful church attendance of his family.
Lois though, one day came to the point where she wrestled with her salvation. Surely, she thought, I’m doing the “right thing, and God will accept me because I really do work at being the very best I can.” But the doubts grew and every time an invitation was given at church she was quick to go forward and to pray. To no avail, the doubts continued until one night at age 14, during a night of worry and sweat, she finally admitted to herself and to the Creator she had fallen short. She admitted she was a sinner.
In her words, “I found the conviction so great one night I could not sleep. Stumbling from bed I fell on my face before the Savior and trusted Him completely for salvation. Such a burden of sin was lifted off of my shoulders.”
From that day forward Lois never looked back, she saved her money and prepared for Bible College. Studying at a small Bible College in Indiana she graduated in 1984 and became a teacher in a Christian school near Bridge, KY. There in the Ozarks was a young man in her church who caught her eye but she carefully avoided him. David however was not so shy and not long after (about a year actually) they married and moved to a rural area nearby where Dave worked for a grain company and became Bus Captain for their church.
There David and Lois Quincy live today. They have raised 8 children and are faithful members of their church, where salvation by Grace is taught, not salvation by Works. Throughout their lives, both David and Lois have experienced the SECRET HANDS of God.




The Bible tells many stories about the supernatural. Churches tell very few. Why? Dr. Michael S. Heiser blogging under the title “Why Are Christians Uncomfortable with the Supernatural?” has this to say:
“Modern Christianity suffers from two serious shortcomings when it comes to the supernatural world.
“First, many Christians claim to believe in the supernatural but think (and live) like skeptics. We find talk of the supernatural world uncomfortable. This is typical of denominations and evangelical congregations outside the charismatic movement—in other words, those from a background like my own.
“There are two basic reasons why non-charismatics tend to close the door on the supernatural world. One is their suspicion that charismatic practices are detached from sound exegesis of Scripture. As a biblical scholar, it’s easy for me to agree with that suspicion—but over time it has widely degenerated into a closed-minded overreaction that is itself detached from the worldview of the biblical writers.
“The other reason is less self-congratulatory. The believing church is bending under the weight of its own rationalism, a modern worldview that would be foreign to the biblical writers. Traditional Christian teaching has for centuries kept the unseen world at arm’s length. We believe in the Godhead because there’s no point to Christianity without it. The rest of the unseen world is handled with a whisper or a chuckle.
“The second serious shortcoming is evident within the charismatic movement: the elevation of experience over Scripture. While that movement is predisposed to embrace the idea of an animate spiritual world, its conception of that world is framed largely by experience and an idiosyncratic reading of the book of Acts.
“Those two shortcomings, while seemingly quite different, are actually born of the same fundamental, underlying problem: Their view of the unseen world isn’t framed by the ancient worldview of the biblical writers. One segment wrongly consigns the invisible realm to the periphery of theological discussion. The other is so busy seeking some interaction with it that it has become unconcerned with its biblical moorings, resulting in a caricature.”[1]

When Rudy and Ruth had been married for about ten years, and being the parents of three small girls, they took a trip back to Colorado to visit family over the Christmas holiday. Running short of money and returning over La Veta Pass, Rudy looked at his gas gauge and figured he had enough fuel to get over the mountain. It would be close but he knew that gas was a good 6 cents a gallon cheaper on the east side. What he failed to consider however was how much gas the old Pontiac station wagon would take if they got in trouble on icy roads.
Sure enough, about half way up the pass the road got slick and not having chains they spun their way up the hill, swerving from one side and the other, till finally, with a great sigh of relief they made the top and began the long descent into Fort Garland. Keeping a close eye on the gauge, Rudy actually prayed a little, though to whom he didn’t know, “Please, let this thing go a little farther. We’ve only got another 10 miles or so to a gas station.”
Prayers though were not enough. Silently the car slowed and then gave up the ghost, gradually coasting to a stop. There was six inches of snow and ice on the road and if the gas had just held out a little longer they could have made it, but the spinning on the ice had taken its toll, using up that last precious gallon of gasoline. Sitting there, wondering what to do next he knew the small gas jug in the back was empty, having used it a few weeks back he had failed to fill it. Looking at Ruth but trying to escape the blame he knew was his, he assured her someone would come along that had extra gas. Just then he saw a pair of headlights dimly creeping up from behind through the blowing snow. Quickly getting out he held up his hands as the driver pulled up beside him.
“Need a little help? The traveling stranger asked.
“Yes. I’m out of gas. Do you have any?” Rudy responded.
“No, but I can take you to a station, I don’t think it’s too far. Get in.”
After quick agreement with Ruth, she and the girls bundled up as best they could, locked the doors and told him to go ahead. Rudy and the stranger eased out and crept down the road toward the next small town. It was after 4 p.m. and before they got to the station it was already getting dark. After filling his two gallon gas can Rudy was ready to start thumbing his way back to the car when the same man who had given him a ride into town pulled up again headed back toward the mountain and said, “Get in, I’m going to take you back.”
Almost pinching himself to see if he was awake Rudy put on his best demeanor and thanked the stranger over and over for his kindness. “No problem.” He was assured, “Don’t mind a bit. I just don’t want to see your wife and those kids out there on the road alone.”
Depositing his cargo back at the stalled car and waiting to see if it started, the stranger put his vehicle in gear and as he pulled away, Rudy thought of his old friend David, the one who had died young, the one who patiently told him time and time again about the Lord in Heaven who had died for his sin. “I wonder,” he mused, “I wonder if David ever made it to his heaven? Now why am I thinking about that?”
As the now warm and relieved family drove slowly down the road toward home, Rudy wondered about his friend who had died so young and the question crossed his mind, was it possible the stranger who helped him get gas was an angel? Dismissing that, his thoughts turned back to another time when the family had driven over another pass, again without advance planning and seemingly kept on the road by an invisible hand.  It happened a year or two earlier when they went from Ouray to Silverton over a mountain pass all without chains when good traction was sorely needed.

They were young and eager to face their new lives in Christ. Mike could hardly believe it when he was offered a salary, a stipend large enough to rent a decent apartment for himself and his new wife. He was prepared to tough it out relying only on the generosity of God’s people, but here he was going into a ministry to which he was called and even paid enough money to not worry about food and housing. On top of that he was able to preach occasionally and even had opportunity to practice his “signing” skills for the deaf.
Michael and Melody Lister are perhaps typical of a very large portion of God’s family. Both were saved at early ages, neither of them can recall any dramatic happening that was branded into their memories. They were both convinced however, beyond any question that God had His hand on their lives and they knew they had a calling.
Michael was the son of a preacher and at age 7 had knelt at an old fashioned altar and asked Christ to take charge of his life. He was convicted of sin and understood and believed that without salvation he had no hope. He was just a little boy and the oldest member of a family of 4 at the time with 2 more to come, but he was a good boy right from the start. He cheerfully jumped in and helped out wherever he was needed.
If there were weeds to pull, Mike didn’t hesitate. He helped with the laundry, did dishes with or for Mom and even changed some diapers on the baby. In short, he was just a good kid. He recalls a few times he was disobedient but quickly repented and apologized for his misbehavior. About age eleven though he started having doubts about his eternal destination.
An evangelist came to their small town in Georgia and expounded mightily on hell and heaven. Michael was again doubtful that perhaps his earlier commitment wasn’t good enough. Accordingly as soon as the service had ended and the altar call made, he quickly made his way forward, knelt and re-dedicated his life to Jesus. That settled it. From then on his plans were being made to one day enter the Ministry and like his Dad preach the Gospel wherever God called him.
Melody’ story was similar. She was the oldest of an eventual family of 8 siblings and though she was willing to help out however asked, her interests lay in writing. Even before the time she learned her first letters she was composing sentences in her mind and repeating them out-loud when nobody was in ear-shot. Practicing for the day when she learned to write, then type and then one day Dad brought home her first computer.  There it was, her first computer with a word-processing program already installed. From then on, the sky was the limit. Hours were spent whenever possible and by the age of 12 she had written her first novel. Dad was thrilled and willing to put up the money to have it published by a vanity house and to her great surprise it started selling!
Five more novels followed over the years before she met Mike when he was preaching at a summer camp for inner-city kids. Melody knew immediately this was the man for her. Soon, their love grew with Mike bringing up the rear the end of the line, only slowly realizing that he and Melody would be married and soon raise a family.
Once it was done though, all of his doubts disappeared, the wedding took place and soon Mike was back in Missions, working with kids and the deaf, reaching the world through his small part of the world.



They had an old Datsun pickup with a camper shell on the back. Dick and two of the girls were up front while Vernie sat in the back with the three little ones. They were all wrapped up in heavy coats and a good blanket and didn’t complain as they set out over the mountain pass in the dead of winter. Dick was told several times he had better have chains driving over the mountains but with the enthusiasm born of pride and a lack of wisdom, bragged.
“Don’t need ‘em. I’ve got posi-traction. This pickup doesn’t need chains, never has, never will, it’ll go through anything!” 
For those who don’t know, “posi-traction” was an option in early post-war vehicles so that both rear tires had to turn in unison if one began to slip. With the later advent of 4-wheel drives, the device fell out of use, and is no longer recognized except by a few old-timers.
Not withstanding the snow and good advice, “go” they did, as they passed several vehicles stopped by the side of the road, that had their drivers out wrestling with a set of tire chains, Dick smugly congratulated himself on how smart he had been in buying a truck that was so well equipped (posi-traction) for winter weather. In the back one of the girls peeked out the window staring down into the chasm and told her mother,
“It’s a loooong way down there!”
But the old pickup traveled on, slipping a little now and then but quickly catching itself as the driving skills picked up by Dick during many winters in the mountains, guided them safely over the first pass. Reaching the small mountain town of Silverton, Dick finally reconsidered and agreed to stop at an auto parts store and get a set of chains, just in case. No luck, the store didn’t have the right size, so on over the mountains they went again finally reaching the long downhill to Durango and then on to home without further worry or trouble.
A week later, knowing he would have to again brave the mountains Dick decided once more to buy a set of chains. He did, and then thought it prudent to be sure they fit, so he jacked the old truck up and as he tried the new equipment on, he suddenly discovered that he did not, after all, have a posi-traction rear end. The rear wheels spun easily with one in the air and the other on the ground. Sometimes it makes sense to check things out instead of taking a car salesman’s word for it. Some one said one time, “The love of money is the root of all evil,” and it looked like the car salesman thought more of a commission than he thought of the truth.
The salesman at the auto parts store grinned a little as he sold the set of chains. He was big guy maybe 5’10 or 11” and didn’t look anything like his old friend who had died early. His laugh however reminded Dick of David.
Another time when an invisible guardian angel looked out for an unrepentant sinner was when during Christmas break from college classes many years earlier found Dick on a mountain pass. This time he was driving a borrowed ’37 Ford Coupe, pulling a disabled 49 Chevy car. A girl (Charlene) who lived near him and who attended the same school had hooked a ride home for the holiday and several times they had to stop and melt snow to feed the radiator that generated enough heat to boil over. More than once during the slippery trip up Red Mountain they spun dangerously close to the edge only to seemingly be pushed back by an invisible force that kept them on the road. Dick however assumed he was just a superior driver. His eyes were incapable of seeing angels.
Finally, about half way up Red Mountain it became impossible to go further, so they pulled over and parked the towed vehicle in a wide spot, then went on to Silverton where Dick’s sister lived. As he attempted to pull away from the parked Chevy he saw the vague figure of an angel sitting on the front fender of the Chevy wiping his brow with a large handkerchief. Next he saw the figure leave its seat and leap to the back of the Ford, giving it a push to get it started up the mountain. Dick turned to Charlene and asked, “How in God’s name did we get as far as we did?” Glancing in the mirror Dick would have sworn there still was a man still riding precariously on the bumper, jumping up and down to provide needed traction! Imagination is a powerful thing isn’t it? Or was it possible there really was a man back there?
Spending the night in Silverton with Thelma, Dick’s sister the travelers went on home the next day and two days later a State Patrolman knocked on the door informing Dick he had only another 48 hours to get the Chevy off the pass or it would be impounded and sold. By that time the snow had melted enough that he was able to hook on and pull the Chevy down to where it could be repaired.
As he drove the last leg, pulling the Chevy, his mind considered the facts as he wondered how in the world he had got even half-way up the pass without sliding both vehicles over the side, into a nine hundred foot deep canyon. Youth however, for the most part is mostly, and usually stupid. Dick thought it was his superior driving skills that had got them safely to town that night, never considering there is a God in heaven that looks after old ladies, stupid boys and egotistical young men. Sad to say, we all have friends who are no longer young, some who are over 50 or even 60 who still labor in the illusion that life will go on forever as it is and there will be no consequences for ignoring the One who made them. On the Day called Judgment there will be a knocking of knees and rivers of sweat as the books are opened and the caretaker says, “I see here you heard the Gospel several times but chose to reject it.” Then the Lord Himself will say, “Depart from me I never knew you."





In this writer’s own experience beginning (and staying in) my Christian life in an independent fundamental Baptist church I was taught early on to be very careful of those who place experience on a plane with, or even above, Scripture itself. In other words, Scripture alone can be trusted. Conversely, personal experience is often dictated from the shadows via an unhealthy, even a demonic spirit. Men can be easily fooled and made to believe things that actually contradict the written Word. It’s good advice therefore to check everything against the written Word. If found in conflict it must be immediately discarded. If there is no conflict, then, maybe…
When a man says he heard an audible voice from somewhere that he considers to be the voice of the Almighty Himself, he should immediately go to the Bible and search it out before accepting it as real and asking first, “Does Scripture record God speaking to man?
Ge 8:15 ¶ And God spake unto Noah, saying,
Ex 6:2 And God spake unto Moses, and said unto him, I am the LORD:
Mr 12:26 And as touching the dead, that they rise: have ye not read in the book of Moses, how in the bush God spake unto him, saying, I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob?
De 1:6 The LORD our God spake unto us in Horeb, saying, Ye have dwelt long enough in this mount:
Does God speak to men today? Yes He does but so do demons. For the first, there are thousands of reports coming out of the Middle East where former Muslims testify of being woken from sleep by a voice telling them they need to come to Jesus. Or, by a dream they are instructed to get out of bed and seek a certain person that knows about Jesus. There are far too many such testimonies to be shuffled out of sight and mind. Instead they need to be examined, verified and if found valid, taught to sleepy church members who doze through sermons with their minds somewhere a thousand miles away.
There are also people sitting in the pews next to you that may have heard the actual voice of God but are reluctant to say so. Much like many of those who have seen UFOs, but won’t admit it because of the skepticism and ridicule to follow from those who refuse to believe anything they can’t take in their hands and examine. Nevertheless, many real experiences lie covered with fear of peer pressure under a cloak of silence.
Do you want to see a church get on fire? Have a member summon the courage to stand up and tell about how the Lord has worked supernaturally in his personal life. If you can persuade more than one to stand and testify then get out of the way!
Continuing, it is often asked about faith healers “If it’s real why don’t they go down to the hospital and empty it out?” That view fails to take into account the many instances in the Bible where God did indeed use men as conduits for His healing as when in Acts 3 Peter and John told the cripple asking alms to rise and walk. Paul also healed far and wide as he carried the Gospel into the Gentile world. In fact if we were to sit down and count it out the Word is replete with supernatural healing and deliverance. The eyes of the blind were opened and the lame sprang up, leaping and shouting for joy and the dead were raised.
What is the percentage of the Bible that is devoted to the supernatural? I don’t know that it has ever been tabulated. A wild guess might place it around 10-20% or possibly much more. Another way of saying it might be that at least one in every ten words deal with the powers that reign but cannot be measured, counted or seen.
It follows then that if a faith healer is genuine he has no control over when and where God will choose to heal a sick body or mind. He is merely the hammer, not the arm that swings the blow. That being the case, a faith healer if he is actually doing the Lord’s work will simply be the instrument whom through God works. Is there deception? Are some pretenders who are in it for the money? Certainly. Are there charlatans? Of course there are, in fact there are probably more deceivers than there are people with genuine gifts. Check out Acts 8 and read about Simon who tried to buy the gift of the laying on of hands. How about the placebo effect? Could be, but if they are genuinely healed can you say with certainty how God chooses to work?

When Dick got saved he began to read and to really study his Bible not just read it as a duty. An old saying was that when he got saved “he got saved all over.” He began his writing as it was the easiest way for him to learn and to retain new found knowledge.
As he explored the Scripture on Wednesday evenings doing research for his writing “The Beginning According to the Media” he was gradually drawn from one passage to the next, starting at the front he began in Genesis 1:1. For him that was the way it worked. He didn’t have any formal training in Bible study so he just did what he thought was best.
One day while listening to a sermon in church the preacher was exploring the 24th Chapter of Matthew and when he got to the part where it talks about great tribulation Dick shook his head in puzzlement. Did he hear the preacher right? Did he just say the folks in the great tribulation were the Jews?
Mt 24:21 For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be. 22 And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved: but for the elect's sake those days shall be shortened.
After the service he sought the pastor out and asked, “Aren’t those Christians, the ones called “the elect?”  “No,” the preacher replied, “The elect are the Jews. The Christians will all be raptured out and we won’t go through the tribulation.”“That’s not what it says,” Dick protested. “The next nine verses say it’s the Christians not the Jews.”
Mt 24:23 Then if any man shall say unto you, Lo, here is Christ, or there; believe it not. 24 For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect. 25 Behold, I have told you before. 26 Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, he is in the desert; go not forth: behold, he is in the secret chambers; believe it not. 27 For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. 28 For wheresoever the carcase is, there will the eagles be gathered together. 29 Immediately after the tribulation of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken: 30 And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. 31 And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.
“Trust me,” the preacher smiled and replied, “We will not see tribulation. It’s called the Pre-Tribulation Rapture of the Church.” He continued, “See, only the Jews and other unsaved will go through the tribulation. We’re raptured (lifted instantly into the sky to meet Christ in the air, "snatched out") to meet the Lord in the air and so we will ever be with the Lord (1 Thess 4:17).”
Scratching his head Dick walked slowly out of the church and that afternoon he spent a couple of hours going over verses that seemed to him to contradict what the preacher said. Trying to be a faithful Christian however, he dropped the matter and kept his reservations to himself.
Not too long after that he had an occasion to attend a friend’s funeral at another Baptist church where he was impressed with the words spoken about the deceased and decided to attend the new church at least once, just to see whether he liked it or not. He did and went home to tell Vernie about it.
After talking to Vernie, they decided to try the new church. After all, it was closer and their curiosity compelled them. They did like it and they liked the people, several of whom they already knew. For a while they bounced back and forth between the two assemblies not being members of either. As time went by and their personal fortunes improved somewhat, Dick finally convinced Vernie she no longer needed to work though they continued to send the girls to the Christian school. With that they started attending the new church exclusively but continued with the first church school for the girls.
As time went by and as Dick became more and more involved in his Bible study he decided to take a correspondence course with a Bible college in Alabama. Enrolling, he received his beginning materials and began his work. As the lessons were completed and sent in he began to notice quite a few typographical errors in some of the materials. Trying to be helpful, he wrote and pointed them out expecting to get a nice letter thanking him for his trouble. Instead he was ignored.
Later, with his new found leanings toward, and away from, some doctrinal questions and still hurting a little from being ignored by the college, he decided to drop the courses and just study on his own. This brought a letter rather quickly reminding him of his commitment to pay a certain dollar amount for the course. After a letter or two back and forth, a settlement was reached, the course work was put aside and he was on his own as far as Bible study was concerned.

We turn now to a story of the supernatural involving two young men, neither being a believer in Christ, at least not at that time.
Chris and Howard were roommates in a basement apartment in Mesa, Arizona. Both were veterans, both were on the G.I. Bill and both had night jobs at the railroad where Chris having completed a 4 year hitch in the Air Force was employed in the office while Howard did his 6 hours a night as an “Oilier,” pulling maintenance on locomotives. He was a 3 year Army veteran of the Korean Conflict.
The year was 1956. Chris was in his 2nd year of college with a geology major. Howard had transferred in after 2 semesters from a smaller college located in Flagstaff. He too was a geology major. The two were related, nephew and uncle though they were close to the same age and for several years had grown up together on a farm near Flagstaff. They were like brothers and very close. During the great depression Chris’ Dad found his work as a Colorado miner to be insufficient to support his wife and child and had moved to Arizona to help Howard’s Dad on the family farm. Thus the boys spent many happy hours exploring and getting into all kinds of trouble.
The incident to be related occurred one evening as both were studying in the living room of the three-room apartment in Mesa. Suddenly both were shaken out of their study with their eyes were riveted on the door leading into the kitchen. There in the doorway stood a “young man,” medium-dark complexioned, perhaps 20 years of age, about 5’8” tall wearing a Hawaiian type shirt with a square tail, not tucked in. He leaned against the south door jam as he smiled sardonically at the two students who were now his audience.
A deathly, stunned silence filled the room. The “young man” had an ethereal quality about him. He was in full color yet he was transparent at the same time and the students could see through him and into the kitchen counter beyond. To all appearances he was a “ghost.”
In shock, Chris (though almost 2 years younger, but with a cooler head) turned to Howard and said, “Let’s don’t say a word until we write down what we think we saw and then compare notes.”
As the descriptions were written and then compared, it turned out the descriptions of the “apparition” were closely similar, differing only in a few unimportant details. Both agreed on the age and physical description. What “he” was wearing, they even agreed on what they thought they saw in the expression on the transparent face as it smiled its ghostly smile and conveyed whatever message it was sending.
What could that message be? Howard’s brother Bob (Chris’ uncle), had been in the Navy aboard the U.S.S. Arizona and had perished on December 7th, 1941 at Pearl Harbor. Did that explain the Hawaiian sports shirt? In addition the ghostly figure matched Bob’s description, relatively short, medium-dark complexioned and about the right age. Was it possible, for a few short moments, Chris and Howard had seen Bob’s “ghost?” Years later, after salvation, at least for one of them, the answers fell into place. There are demonic entities loosed upon the earth reading minds and doing the bidding of their master the one called the Prince of Darkness. And it worked for many years as Howard immersed himself in the theory of evolution and held off any thought of the biblical supernatural.
Sitting in stunned silence for the next half hour, the two students agreed to pack it in for the night and talk again in the morning light. Breakfast the next morning was cooked individually and in silence and the incident was never mentioned again, until perhaps two years later when Howard mentioned he had contacted a magazine that ran stories about the supernatural and sent them a story about the incident. The editor of the magazine had written back and said he liked the story but wanted corroboration from both parties involved because “…double hallucinations are very rare (where two parties see the same apparition).” Chris quickly shook his head and said he would not verify it. That closed the matter at least for him but not for Howard. He just couldn’t get it off his mind and it was only many years later that pieces of the puzzle began to slowly fall into place.
Years later, after salvation, at least for Howard, the answers fell into place. There are demonic entities loosed upon the earth doing the bidding of their master the one called the Prince of Darkness. And it worked for many years. Do you remember both students were majoring in Geology? The sciences of Geology, Biology, Paleontology and most of the other physical sciences rely heavily on the theory of evolution for their conclusions. Evolution is an atheistic theory. It has no room for a belief in a God, but the innate sense of man tells us all there is more than just this.
Because of the indoctrination in evolution along with a vivid memory of the ghostly apparition seen that night in the basement apartment so many years prior, Howard was given the ammunition to shoot down all attempts by Christians to talk to him about an afterlife. He was convinced evolution explained everything and he had seen with his own eyes evidence of the afterlife. He certainly did not need a God that required accountability. He already had all the answers; we are just highly evolved animals and life does exist beyond the grave and it didn’t look too bad! So, for three more decades the “apparition” had Howard convinced was OK and nothing more was needed.
It was only much later in life when he had a direct encounter with the Living God that Howard’s mind was instantly changed! But that’s another story for another time. It’s in this book and a close reader will be able to find it.



The following inspirational story was written by Michael Stenger, a German working in Switzerland as Editor of a publishing house. Some of the English is not what we are used to but is highly readable and tells a wonderful story of how God never gives up on a sinner, and receives him at last when true repentance is found.

And Then You Were My Father
“That ship has sailed!”
Icy grey-blue eyes in an angry face. You slammed the door. And I was left standing in the empty hallway of your retirement home.
Latest episode in 50 years of pain and quarrel. Just some miserable years later you were dead. You were my father. Or were you? I was your son. Or was I?
You once told me how they sent you, this 18 year old German boy, to the Russian front. In an already lost war. Where you had to machine gun countless Russians, storming towards your lines. I asked you, how that felt. “Had to think technically only. It was them or us,” you only answered.
Did that make you so cold? Or have you always been this way? Why did I still want to know? And still longed for you to be my father?
How did this all begin?
With Dad yelling at Mom for waiting for him to come home. In a cold German October night. She had locked herself out. You were a doctor of medicine after all. And harshly lectured her on the danger for the baby. She panicked and gave birth to her first son. That is me. One month too early and very weak. In need of an incubator. Rarely available in post war Germany. I almost didn't survive.
Then Dad would yell and almost beat baby me, when I dared to cry at night. If Mom hadn't stopped you by leaving the room with little me. Sharing one room with the two of you. Post war conditions. Yelling became your trademark.
You worked in the nearby university specializing in pharmacology. The science of how pills work. They say you were brilliant. Working hard. Or drinking with your buddies. But when Mam wanted to fetch you one night, all of the university's windows were dark. You were with some girl friend, she learned soon enough. And she had only wanted to tell you that she was pregnant again.
Mother sank into an abyss. But leaving you? Just now? Returning to her old parents? She decided to stay. A desperate, lonely fight of a young pregnant mother. She confronted you. You cried, you swore: never again!
Soon you were appointed as a scientist in a pharmaceutical Global Player in Basel in beautiful Switzerland. A change might help. A young wife always hopes. Only to find out years later that you had lived with another girlfriend. During your probation time. While you were “on your own.” Soon the rest of us moved in too. And soon enough you became head of some 600 scientists. Like I said: Dad was brilliant.
How did I feel those days? Every child loves his Dad. And Dad could even be funny. If all went well. Meaning the offspring would function properly. But Dad never seemed to care much otherwise. The three times you would “do something Dad-like” with me I still remember to this day. So much of an exemption. “Normally” you would stay in your study becoming ever smarter.
Our routine went like this: The kids had to be fed and ready for bed when Dad returned from work. Because any tiny something like a monster kid tipping a glass of milk could set off Dad's trademark.
I only wondered why Mom always seemed to be on her last legs. Today I know. She could get into the yelling-business too. Some bad day soon there even three of us little monsters. “He had always dreamed of three sons,” mother told me years later. Dad could be even proud of us. Especially me. But he couldn't handle being a father.

At least we moved into a big house in a real posh neighborhood. I learned to call it the “haunted house.” Because fighting and yelling - and crying - had moved in too. Mom could not take it any longer. Being a “real grown up” 12-year-old I wondered what went on. And was told clear enough.
“Your father is having a girlfriend again! I can't stand this man any longer.”
“She's being hysterical. What's the point after all? I just met a colleague from the office. I'm helping her write her dissertation. For her PhD.”
“Ah yeah? At the cinema? I looked for your car.”
And on and on. Endless variations of one big drama. Shouting, slapping, throwing tableware.
And tiny me trying to be the referee. Of course that would work! It only meant endless nights with endless harsh exchanges of words and me in the middle of it all. And with my little brothers staring horrified into the night through their half open doors.
Until Mom decided enough is enough. DAD HAD TO GO!
I vividly remember the night I cried and begged Dad not to leave me alone. “I can't imagine living without you!” He didn't say much, murmured something that sounded like regrets and left. That night something deep in me died.
Dad would even show up at certain times. Like Christmas. Pretending for some hours everything was normal. Another act in the “haunted house.”
My teachers had called me “exceptionally gifted and talented.” Making my parents proud. But some day soon little/big me started to practice truancy and smoking Hashish. And experimenting with the all the boxes of pills my father had left behind in the attic.
At the age of 16 I ended up in Amsterdam, the “paradise” for drugs. Moving in with some Americans, who had fled from the draft. All expenses paid by their parents. These were the days of Vietnam. That's where this German guy learned his English.

My Mom was horrified again. And almost died from a cancer operation. But I was far away and didn't know. At the age of 19 I had become a “father” too. My girl friend had become inadvertently pregnant and so I married her. More due to a feeling of responsibility than of real love.
My Dad had advised Mom to better totally give up on me and let me go down the drain. From the medical point of view only two percent of all heroine addicts ever recover. Because that's how I had ended up at last.
Once we accidentally met in the streets of Basel. Upon spotting me, Dad and his then girlfriend moved across the street to the opposite sidewalk, while pretending not to have seen me. Well, I couldn't have cared less myself.
In all her misery my mother had eventually become a Christian. Through some “Pietist” Christians. Very old school and very strict. I was maybe 15 then. Interested, I listened to what she had to say.
Eventually I joined her for some evangelistic meeting. It hit me like a hammer. I instantly knew this was it! So I gave my life to Jesus the same night. To be followed by another hammer. Those Christians told me I was not allowed to keep my girlfriend. Being too young.
But she was my first love. I tried. It went far over my limits. My love and I went to the same class and we saw each other daily. So I emptied some big bottles of beer, cursed all religion and this stupid “God” and decided to forget about all that. Totally. Drugs seemed far more reliable for inner peace. But the idea of this truth never left me, burnt like a like a flame, regardless of how hard I tried to forget .
Only at the very end of my road into oblivion I finally gave in, went to a Christian therapy home – and God set me free again almost in an instant.
Eventually I was even hired by a Christian publishing house due to my language skills, helped e.g. editing the German translations of world famous Christian author C.S. Lewis.
But with all these burdens I had, I didn't have much of a life. My wife had left me, had become unwillingly pregnant again and finally committed suicide. There I was, a single father. I dearly love my son to this day. But I was constantly depressed, haunted by horrible attacks of panic, three times I saw a psychiatric clinic from the inside. Christian “experts” tried to free me from demons. Nothing worked.
After almost 20 years of depression coming and going I left this publishing house, entered into the secular press. And started writing myself. Only later I learned through a brilliant book by a Swiss Christian Psychiatrist, that you have to differentiate between demonic possession and anxiety psychosis. The latter often went away by itself with the years. It helped and it worked. After years of inner horror the anxiety slowly went away. But all the time I only functioned more or less. Due to what the Germans call the “Prussian sense of discipline and duty.” I had a son that only had one person left: his father.
Back to my Dad. One fine day years later I decided to give it another try. Visiting my Dad. If it ended with his slamming of the door again, well, I had survived the first rejection, hadn't I?
He opened. He stared at me in pure bewilderment. And then he cried. Totally, utterly uncontrolled. And asked me in. And took me into his arms.
Endlessly repeating how he did regret, that he had slammed the door the first time. Having left his wife and kids. Having rejected me, having crossed the street back then.
“You know, my biggest mistake was to marry and to have kids! Me, the smart doctor, has finally found out with the help of a colleague, that I suffer from Asperger's. That's a form of autism. You can endlessly pile up facts, but you're poor concerning feelings, you cannot recognize other people's emotions.
I just answered “,Welcome to the club. I'm your son all the way. Highly praised for my language and other skills, but with relationships gone terribly wrong. And I also did not know exactly why. I finally decided to stay alone.”
But imagine, I had a father at last! Two beautiful years were to follow.
He kept on confessing how his deep feelings of guilt kept him awake night after night. Regardless of all the pills he took. At least no more booze.
I told him about my peace with God. Being a Christian is not always exactly a walk in the park. And I could not really tell, why I had to suffer that much in all those years. But it had worked. Without God I wouldn't have survived.
He looked at me with reluctance “,You know, I'm a scientist. I can't believe in fairy tales. Although they may be helpful for kids.”
So I hammered in a bit into his big science brain.
“You believe in evolution?”
He nodded with firm conviction.
“So we're all just a bunch of chemicals, electricity and wires in the brain? Could you then, please, tell me, where your personality comes from? In your model it could only be called a biological simulation. Like a computer. The image on the screen is just a electronic illusion. Pull the plug, and the picture is gone. Can anybody really live with this concept? And this consciousness, that torments you. Just a hindrance in the survival of the fittest.”
He looked at me rather surprised.
“Do you have an explanation for all that evil, we humans commit? That made you cheat on your wife endless times?”
“I can't explain it! I had a perfect wife, nothing I could hold against her, I was such a fool!” he only cried in deep despair.
Or we discussed physics and cosmology. Our shared hobby. I had read an introduction to Einstein's Theory of General Relativity, I had found on Dad's bookshelf, at the age of maybe 13. And even got the basic ideas.
“So those smart scientists got it all sorted out down to the first fraction of a millisecond of the Big Bang? Only to discover recently, that the known matter consists only of maybe five percent of all there is? The rest they call for lack of better terms 'dark energy' and 'dark matter'? Come on! How reliable is that?”
We also discussed our shared frailty for addiction.
His father had been a federal prosecutor, but failed in the end due to his alcoholism. Eventually shot  himself. “You know what shocked me the most as a child?” he revealed to me.“ To see how strangers had to wheel him home on a pushcart, because he was to drunk to walk for himself!”
And he confessed, how in younger years he could heavily drink and then stop. But in later years his company had to send him several times to a clinic to get sobered up. Until the big smart boss got kicked out of his job and became a regular inmate of those sad places.
“And I dared to condemn you for your addictions!”
“Relax, Dad, we're finally on the same page. Alcohol has been a constant danger for me too, even through all my Christian years. There has been more booze than should have been for a real Christian. Only - with all this mess and depression I had some 'good' reasons to take a day off from my misery every once in a while.”
“So, what shall I do?” Dad one day finally asked.
“Pray to God, that He gives you the ability to believe and experience His supernatural peace.”
“Would you help me?”
So I put my arms around him and prayed in total helplessness, but nevertheless with confidence to God, to reveal Himself to my poor old Dad.
And it worked! Whenever I came to see him: “Please, pray with me!”
He even asked my mother for forgiveness.
And died weeks later in peace. At the age of 88.
His last words two days earlier: “Son, if you come up there too, we'll have some big welcome...”
Without the “Father of all fathers” this story could have never been written. Nor without the countless mailings with an unmet friend in far away Florida. I'm still learning that my Heavenly Father really loves me. Unconditionally.
God loves us, even if we commit horrible crimes. He himself suffered a horrible death to pay for our cruelty and lies. To Him alone belongs all the praise! Despite the mystery that through suffering only we become “fit for heaven.” All humans suffer. But some suffering solely leads to hell.
And if you think you are smart enough to understand or disproof this secret of faith in Jesus and His forgiveness, you are welcome. No mortal human being can. Even such “know it all” types like Dad and me finally had to admit that. You can only believe it. It's a gift. You can only ask for it. Then God will give it to you. If you want it.




Several years ago I met a singer who came to our little Independent Baptist Church. He did western type songs, many of which he had written himself. I asked him what his denomination was (that was real important to me back then) and he replied, I guess I’m a “Bapticostal.” Looking at him with suspicion, I considered his answer.
Being saved and taught in a Baptist church I was very leary of anyone who “spoke in tongues” or thought he could lose his salvation, but I liked him and asked him to come and play and sing for us. It was a good experience. The roof didn’t fall in and I didn’t see the devil lurking around the door. Later on we ran into “healers,” some of which were downright frauds, others genuine servants of God. The latter were humble people and readily admitted they had no power on their own.
Am I a faith healer? Certainly not. Can men heal in the name of God? No, God does the healing but He sometimes chooses to use men as the instrument though which He works. Should we attempt to be the healing instrument? Only when Scripture instructs us to do so. James teaches in Chapter Five:
Jas 5:14 Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord: 15 And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.
For us, as elders of the church to refuse to anoint with oil and pray for healing is to be disobedient to God’s instructions. God heals, and has done so on millions of occasions. Does He use men as instruments? He certainly did in the biblical record in days gone by and I fail to find a single scripture that teaches He has quit the practice today. Yes there are arguments from both sides of cessation and yes there are good men on both sides of the question. It is not my intention to try to sway anyone to my point of view. I will tell only what I have seen and what I know. You will have to decide whether or not my points are valid.



If you are a confirmed skeptic of Christianity this chapter may leave you with more questions than answers. It deals with the reality of heaven and hell and unbelievers will not find much comfort here. It also challenges a popular doctrine of the modern, evangelical church.
Dick learned the hard way that fundamental preachers are set in their ways, as they should be, but some are downright hostile to anyone that questions the official doctrines of their particular beliefs. Indeed they should be suspicious of anyone who questions long-held doctrines, even when it is shown those doctrines had come from questionable sources. They should however also be willing to recognize that sometimes even long-held doctrines can be in error.
When Dick was given a copy in 1991 of "The Pre-Wrath Rapture of the Church" by a friend, he read it with exceeding interest as it went to the heart of the question that had dogged him for the past nine years. There was something that didn’t add up about the pre-trib doctrine so dearly held by the preachers he knew. As he read the Pre-Wrath book by Marvin Rosenthal the nagging questions he had about the rapture of the church came slowly to be answered. As he turned the pages he pondered the questions and secretly admired the man who left his position of editor of a prestigious Christian publication because he saw the truth and would not be swayed to go back to a doctrine he was convinced was a lie.
The fundamental churches, Baptist at least, have held, since the early 1900s, a belief in a doctrine (Pre-Tribulation Rapture) that claims when Christ returns He will come and gather the Christians to Himself, taking them out of the world before a seven year Judgment falls upon the population of earth. In opposition, the Pre-Wrath position holds with much Scriptural support that the seven year period (properly called “Daniel’s Seventieth Week”) is actually divided into three parts, the first half being the “beginning of sorrows and the second half divided into the great tribulation” and after an indefinite period, the Wrath of God on an unrepentant world.
On the other hand the pre-trib view is a comfortable belief and millions hold to it with a passion. Indeed, scores of movies (“Left Behind” series for example) and hundreds of books proclaim their undying adherence to the belief, but when someone comes along to question it, the wrath of the Church often descends on the “heretic” ridiculing and shunning him from that day forward.
Unfortunately, most Christians who hold dogmatically to the pre-trib view will not even consider studying the history of their view, such as it being first proclaimed by a Jesuit Priest named Manuel Lacunza about 1790, and later made popular by a Scottish maid while in an hypnotic trance in 1823. The C.I. Scofield Study Bible though is the big culprit in making it almost dogma when he published his first and then revised versions of the Bible in the early 1900s and made his footnotes almost as sacrosanct as the Scripture itself. Following is just one of dozens of facts concerning the theory,
"The first person to whom the doctrine concerning a rapture prior to the second coming of Jesus Christ, can be traced to was a Roman Jesuit named Ribera in 1591 AD. Then Emmanuel Lacunza
Lacunza claimed to be a converted Jew named "Rabbi Ben Ezra."   Under that alias, he theorized that the Church would be "raptured" before Jesus' return to Earth. Later in 1827 his book was translated into English by a Scottish radical named Edward Irving.  He published Lacunza's view in his paper, "The Morning Watch."
In 1830, a 15 year old charismatic girl named Margaret Macdonald, claimed that she had a vision of a "secret rapture." A year later, Robert Norton, a charismatic Irvingite evangelist, meets Margaret Macdonald and popularizes her "secret rapture" vision around England….”      
The teaching that Christians instead of escaping tribulation will rather have to undergo it (pre-wrath), but be spared the Wrath of God, has been met with scorn and derision. Dick’s experience was no different. Instead of a large church group he had a very small group in the fellowship (and even some of them still held to the pre-trib position) while invitations to speak in other churches were few and far between. One notable exception was a relatively large Baptist church in Arizona where he was invited to come and to present the case for a “pre-wrath rapture” instead of the traditional “pre-trib rapture.”
After the presentation the pastor of the church confessed to Dick, “One lady told me after you left she had long believed the church would have to go through at least some of the seven year period, but said ‘I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings Pastor, so I didn’t say anything.’” When Dick heard that it was one of the bright spots of his day.
Like the persecuted church in China and other countries, the more the persecution and the more of the shunning, the more the pre-wrath view continues to grow, till now there are fundamental Baptist churches that are holding classes examining the view while large percentages of their congregations are already converted. However it turns out pre-trib or pre-wrath, God is in charge and in the end it will all make perfect sense no matter what we think. Until then, men will disagree and we will hope and pray it will be in a civil manner.
Many will agree while looking at current events it probably won’t be long until the “rapture” question is settled one way or the other because the day is drawing very near when there will be no more debates or disagreements. A discouraging aspect of the controversy is the "pan-tribbers," those who say "It'll all pan out." That point of view is indicative of a lack of study and also a lack of intestinal fortitude.




There were two loves for Jerrod Kelly, baseball and Stephanie, or was it Stephanie and then baseball? At any rate trying to play professional baseball in the summers, cram college, work, vacation and a love for Steph the rest of the year, all into too few hours, Jerrod was unknowingly playing roulette with his life. Baseball with the Chicago Cubs in summer camp, college in Mississippi in the winter and work for Steph’s dad down at his Cadillac dealership when not at college. To top that all off, he decided to drive back to West Texas to see his family during Christmas vacation.
That’s when it almost ended. Overly tired and driving late at night on a two lane road, the blur of headlights gradually numbed him to the point where he became simply a cog in an auto machine that was going west on Highway 8. The road was narrow, lights were few and just a wink or two and maybe a nod would be all right.
Suddenly he was jarred awake as a pair of headlights crossed the center line and headed straight for him! It was too late to react and a crash was unavoidable. If he thought anything it was “Jesus help me!” And then as he, zombie-like was unable to respond and the other car kept coming, in his own words, “Nothing happened!” That was impossible but it happened. Somehow there was divine intervention, a collision was avoided and his life was spared against any rational chance.
Jerrod was jarred awake! He was really awake! And good thing he was, because less than 5 minutes later the same thing happened again! This time though he was alert and jerked the wheel sending his car to the shoulder as the other car whizzed by! As we read this true testimony we wonder if perhaps the Lord played a pre-view for him, knowing what was coming down the road, headed straight for him and due to arrive in 5 minutes?
Death on the highway was avoided by supernatural intervention. One way or another there is just no other explanation. As the years passed and he and Steph settled down to raise their family Jerrod’s thoughts went back often to that night on a lonely Texas highway where he narrowly escaped being a statistic in the West Texas Weekly.
“An accident on Route 8 last night ended in tragedy as a young man from Mississippi was killed………”
Jerrod and Stephanie Kelly have been married 58 years, have raised 2 girls who in turn have presented them with 5 grandchildren. God is good and the Kelly family is a living testimony of His love and omnipotence. Jerrod lives today because of the SECRET Hands of a concerned God shook him awake before certain death!.

Dreams as well as direct revelation are also a common method of communication between the human race and the Master of the Universe. In Genesis 20 we read of the king of Gerar called Abimelech who, upon admiring the beauty of Abraham’s wife Sarah, “sent, and took Sarah.” Abraham, like many of us chickened out and said, ”She is my sister” which was only half true (she was a half sister). God however would have none of it because from the line of Abraham, One was destined to come the Lord Jesus Christ Himself and pollution of the line of the seed was not to be tolerated. Here’s the rest of the story:
Abimelech got the message and couldn’t move fast enough to rid himself of the death that had almost come to his house. The old King James however makes it crystal clear that nothing occurred between Abimelech and Sarah.
Ge 20:4 But Abimelech had not come near her: and he said, Lord, wilt thou slay also a righteous nation?
5 Said he not unto me, She is my sister? and she, even she herself said, He is my brother: in the integrity of my heart and innocency of my hands have I done this.
6 And God said unto him in a dream, Yea, I know that thou didst this in the integrity of thy heart; for I also withheld thee from sinning against me: therefore suffered I thee not to touch her.
In the case of Pharaoh in an earlier day when he also decided Sarah would make a good wife, the same lesson was taught:
Ge 12:18 And Pharaoh called Abram, and said, What is this that thou hast done unto me? why didst thou not tell me that she was thy wife?
19 Why saidst thou, She is my sister? so I might have taken her to me to wife: now therefore behold thy wife, take her, and go thy way. (KJV)
Some of the other “versions” of the Bible say that Pharaoh “took her to wife” which would have resulted in a pollution of the line of the seed if it had actually happened. Here is the rendering of the ASV:
Ge 12:18 And Pharaoh called Abram, and said, What is this that thou hast done unto me? why didst thou not tell me that she was thy wife?
19 why saidst thou, She is my sister, so that I took her to be my wife? now therefore behold thy wife, take her, and go thy way (ASV)
That one example should convince anyone who wants to toy with the newer versions that you can’t play fast and loose with translations for in so doing you may be adding unto or taking away from the very Word of God (Rev 22:18,19).
In dozens of other passages God spoke directly with men via visions and sometimes face to face in the form of an angel. A memorable supernatural section of Scripture tells a story of angels sitting and eating with men, one of which turned out to be the Lord Himself, is recounted in Genesis where we read:
Ge 18:1 ¶ And the LORD appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day;
Genesis 18 continues to tell how God tells Abraham that Sarah despite being over 90, would in the following year have a child that would be named Isaac. Finishing their meal, the angels arose and proceeded down to Sodom and Gomorrah to destroy those cities because of their wickedness. The Lord stayed behind and face to face with Abraham promised not to destroy Sodom if “ten righteous” could be found among the population. America’s politicians and the Supreme Court presume to know better however and spitting in the face of Jehovah have decided perverted sex should be the national pastime of modern United States.
The churches of our day however have avoided the supernatural taught in the Bible like a hospital janitor, or sometimes even a doctor, refusing to enter the hospital room of an Ebola victim. Scared to death to preach what is plainly written in the pages of God’s message to man, many preachers avoid the subject as if it were pure poison. Concentrating on personal salvation (certainly of prime importance, but only a portion of Scripture), most of the rest of the Bible is shunned or neglected in fundamental circles or distorted into how to prosper financially in the liberal denominations. Like the supernatural, prophecy is also shunned but that’s a subject for another day.
The Bible however, whether or not clergy will preach it, is a SUPERNATURAL book that was written for our instruction, not for our benign neglect. It behooves us therefore to study it and see how it applies to our daily lives. Is there evidence of the secret world or the SECRET HANDS in your own life? You may quickly answer “No.” But when you look back and remember that unexplained and irritating delay in your automobile trip, only to find a wreck a few miles down the highway and think that perhaps because of your unappreciated delay that corpse on the side of the road could have easily been you, have you considered that perhaps your angel was looking after you?
How about “hunches” or “feelings” thoughts that later turn out to have been right on target? Do you think they just appeared out of the blue? Could it be that “still small voice” influenced, even saved you from serious injury? Whether we consider them as just stories or not, the Bible testifies that each and every one that is a Christian or who will become a Christian, has a guardian angel,
Heb 1:14 Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?
Ask brother Lot about the help he received when he and his family fled Sodom. Who protected Daniel when he spent the night in the same hole as the big kitties called lions? The next time you pick up a baby look carefully around as you stretch out your arms, you might get a glimpse of a heavenly protector who hovers over them and has His hands about them.
Mt 18:10 Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.
Those who scoff at the secret world that is all about us are either willingly ignorant or afraid to believe their Bible. The Apostle Paul declared in Ac 20:27 “For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.” Many today notwithstanding, refuse to look at current events and “God forbid!” consider the secret ones. Much of the professing Christian world today won’t touch the supernatural or a word of prophecy with a long pole. “No point in getting folks upset or, There are so many interpretations…” No, you are either scared or ignorant of the plain teaching of the Word of God. God tells us over and over about the supernatural world but if you hear about it in church it’s usually about the virgin birth and that’s about all that is mentioned outside of the resurrection.
It’s the belief of this writer that the supernatural is all about us. Another dimension exists that is but the blink of an eye away and is sometimes accessed when you least expect it. We have all read of “near-death” experiences, indeed some of our readers or close relatives may have had such an encounter. Is heaven real? Of course it is. Is God unseen? Of course He is. Is there a world about us that we cannot at this time have access to? Of course there is. The Bible describes it in great detail but we are usually afraid to even think about it, let alone trying to examine it through the pages of God’s Communication to man.
The Bible teaches throughout of a dimension that we cannot normally see, feel or access. That dimension was created and is controlled by the One that made you and me and if you have been born again (as the Bible teaches you must if you are to escape hell) then you know the invisible dimension in which God resides can only be exited and entered by Him and by His permission. We call it the supernatural and we will tell a story here that explores a few of the encounters with that dimension by one man who, in his life’s journey made contact with it on several occasions.



One time in the life journey of the author, he worked for a time as a traveling salesman for a nation-wide company on a commission basis. Sales were good and commissions were adequate and one summer day Dick was looking forward to flying the next day to Los Angeles at company expense for their yearly sales meeting. That night he went to bed at his usual time and already had his bag packed for the flight the next day. During the night he had a dream.
“There was an airplane either floating or resting in shallow water with dozens of people exiting, standing in groups on the wing while small boats shuttled them off in turn to the shore not too far away. The scene was vivid. Enough so when Dick awoke he told Vernie, “I had a dream last night and dreamed the airplane either crashed or made a forced landing in water and I don’t think I want to fly to Los Angeles.”
Agreeing the trip was not a necessity, Dick and his wife unpacked his bags and put the clothing away. The trip was forgotten until that evening on the TV news there was a story of a flight that left Phoenix and had to make an emergency landing in the harbor near LAX. Dick wasn’t able to determine whether or not it was the flight he was supposed to take, but the lesson was clear:
There is a supernatural world, and from this world that lies beyond we sometimes get messages or helps from entities unknown. There is a power in the supernatural that knows everything in advance. Sometimes that power communicates with this world. Sometimes in dreams, sometimes in pre-cognition, occasionally as an audible voice.

David Wessly thought he was dead, he thought for sure if the horse didn’t fall on him he would die on the rocks. One bright morning on a ranch in Northern New Mexico David was cowboying for a living. There were two other cowboys as they were assigned the task of working out a steeply sloping, heavily wooded canyon where cattle often went for shade. David decided to leave the others who went down hill perhaps a quarter mile and then intended to work up hill, snapping their ropes and hollering, breaking out the livestock from their shady nests and up to the top for a drive to a corral.
When David left the others he went to the head instead of the foot of the small canyon and instead of working uphill decided to work down. As he rode his reluctant horse over a steep place and down into the canyon, the horse lost his footing and rolled head-over-heels into the draw. David was thrown through the air and as he began his flight he realized he had made a bad, perhaps a fatal mistake. The canyon was littered with fallen sandstone, some of which was very large, which if he hit he would undoubtedly suffer severe injury.
Have you ever prayed in mid-air? David did. “Lord Please Help Me!!”
That’s all he had time for, before he found himself crashing through the branches of a persistent tree that clung precariously to the side of the draw and lined up perfectly for a woody landing for the crazy but foolish cowboy kid. As he lay there he tested his arms and legs to see if they still worked as he again prayed a fervent prayer for salvation and forgiveness of sin. God spoke that day with action. He apparently sent an angel which nudged the airborne bodies and directed David’s path into a small cedar instead of a large rock.
He was still lying in the tree when his friends arrived and were able to get to him and to slowly ease him out of the tree and onto the ground to see how many bones were broken. A miracle was then observed by all. The horse was able to stand and walk and so was the flying cowboy. David was saved forever that day, as in a split second of time he made his peace with God and instead of running from his Creator, he embraced him.
Years later he recalled the incident and as he related it to this writer it was apparent he was still in awe of the wonder of what had happened.

When Abraham Lincoln sat for a portrait during the Civil War he reportedly told the artist, “Paint it honest, warts and all.” And that’s the way it should be, the way it must be, if we are to survive as a people or as an individual.
The Bible sets the standard for telling the truth, it spells it out for Abraham, Moses and David (two of whom were murderers before they were forgiven), calling David, “A man after my own heart” and saying Abraham, “…believed God and it was counted unto him for righteousness.” And it has to be, because if God’s Word shaded the truth in any degree, it would be instantly recognized and marked down as unreliable. Just as a lying man is marked by his hearers as unreliable (“He’s just a liar” or “He stretches everything”), when his lies and exaggerations are told, so are all writings identified when they try to deceive the reader.
I write about the “SECRET HANDS of the Almighty God,” not as a theological expert nor do I claim to be an expert of any kind. I am just an ordinary guy that was Born Again rather late in life and now wants to help others find God or perhaps know Him a little better by the observations of someone else by sharing a few of their stories.
The Bible tells us with sadness that most of the people in this wide and wonderful world are on a path to damnation. It doesn’t glory in that statement, it simply tells it like it is, as a matter of fact. It says the path to eternal life (in heaven) is very narrow and goes on to tell us that only a few will find the way (Mt 7:13). On the other hand, the road to damnation (in hell) is wide, wide and multitudes are blissfully strolling down that boulevard smelling the flowers as they mostly enjoy the trip, here in the United States at least, and continue until they suddenly reach an unexpected, horrible and unchangeable destination.
In other parts of the world, millions even billions of souls are not enjoying the trip at all. They’re not smelling the daisies, or cruising around in their automobiles and eating at fine restaurants as they traverse the road as we do here in the West. Instead, they’re fighting individual, grim daily battles for survival and unless someone gives them the good news of the Gospel they will perish forever just as surely as those who are headed for hell in style.
So this book is dedicated to those who will someday, somehow find the narrow way and will be snatched out of a certain trip into a Christless eternity. It also offers congratulations to those who have already found “The Way (1 of 343 occurrences, see below)”. Quite a change wasn’t it? If you say “No” you are probably not saved. You just said a few words and thought Christianity was a good way to live and that was that. If you were not definitely changed, you had better get on your face before God and reexamine what it takes to become a Christian.
Ac 24:14 But this I confess unto thee, that after the way which they call heresy, so worship I the God of my fathers, believing all things which are written in the law and in the prophets:
The trouble with this world is, everyone who has ever been born is going to live forever, simply because the Scriptures testify that man was made in the image of God (Ge 1:27, 9:6) and therefore because God is eternal, man is eternal. The only question is will you and I find The Way? Will we listen to the Voice of God while it can be heard or will we ignore it and concentrate on this life, stopping our ears and ignoring the reality that it is appointed unto man once to die and after this the judgment (Heb 9:27)? So ask yourself honestly the question, will you end up in Heaven or in hell? Be honest with yourself and with God, it may be your last chance.
He speaks in myriad ways beside by Voice and we will deal with some of those ways. God speaks in order to communicate to His creation that He is real and is so close that if we could just see, we could reach out and touch Him. Unfortunately, most of us are willingly deaf and blind to the evidence that swirls about us. This writer was that way for 51 years and it was only in a moment of desperation that his ears were unstopped and his eyes opened. Yet God was there all the time, gently nudging in one direction or another and I believe, whispering in the ear, giving a little push now and then, helping to give me a chance at least, to avoid bad and often life-changing decisions. Did He make the decisions? No, but He made it possible for me to make a few good choices.
Speaking from the advantage of looking back on a long life and from my vantage point where I now sit, I can now reminisce examining different aspects of life and see in retrospect the hand of God intervening often in my poor directionless life. God speaks primarily to all men who will read and study the Scriptures through that medium, and if you want it without “feelings” or mistakes Scripture is the only way to go. This book will relate several other ways but generally speaking, they are mostly unreliable because they can’t be checked against the written Word of God we call the Scriptures.
I can also now after living a long time, recall decision points where I was almost pushed into making the right choice. Did God force me to choose this or that particular way? No, but I sincerely believe the circumstances that led to making a correct choice were not there by chance. Many of those choices are painful to even recall but in order to be honest about how I can now sometimes discern the Voice of God, I need to relate at least one.





The following may shock some of my Christian friends but the story needs to be told. It is a story of the grace and secret hands of God that I believe nudged a young man away from a path that had a high probability of leading straight to hell.
I knew the young man who was stationed in the U.S. Army at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri in the early 1950s. I had returned from a year in Korea and for the second time had been promoted to the rank of Sergeant (three stripes, one rocker) and was in charge of the base sawmill. We provided building materials for the base in the form of freshly cut local hardwood timber and dimension lumber. There was a crew of 5 or 6 men and in those days we still used a 48” circular saw that had to be constantly switched out with a sharpened blade taking the place of the worn one. In fact we had one guy from Minnesota whose job was to sharpen dull blades, 8 hours a day, 6 days a week. That’s all he did. I met Samuel (Sammy) at the sawmill but the incident I need to tell about was not there, but at the tavern off base where Sammy and I spent most of our evenings drinking up our pay, only quitting when we ran out of money.
Over the months at Ft. Leonard Wood Sammy and myself had made friends with another Sergeant (Bob) who was co-habituating with the waitress who worked at our favorite bar. One night as the bar closed, that couple called Sammy from the car and told him Bob had orders to be shipped overseas and wanted to know if he (Sammy) was interested in taking Bob’s place with the waitress that would be left behind. She was a looker but apparently addicted to the constant company of a man and also apparently had been eyeing Sammy for quite some time. That’s about as delicately as I can phrase it. Sammy thought (with misgivings, he confessed later) it was a great idea and agreed to be at the bar the following evening to pick her up when she got off work.
He told me later he thought about it all day at the sawmill and could hardly wait to get to the bar that evening where he nervously proceeded to down drink after drink until at closing time he was so drunk he could hardly walk, let alone take the waitress home. She went her way with whomever, while Sammy drove drunkenly back to base and somehow got into bed. He said the following day he came under a strong conviction that he should never go back to that bar and he never did. He later confided that he felt a great sense of relief when that choice was made.
I’ve often wondered about Sammy and his “indirect” decision over the years but it was not until much later after I became a Christian that I came to understand and believe God had spoken to him that night, leaving the option open for “just one more drink” until he almost passed out, thus taking a different direction than what he had originally planned. Did God speak to Sammy with an audible Voice? Not to my knowledge. No, He simply allowed him to do what he needed to do, in order to avoid a much deeper path of sin.
What would have happened if Sammy had carried out the plan as he originally agreed to? Neither he nor I will ever know and don’t want to, but this I do believe, it would have been a path of depravity that might have led him into depths of sin from which he might never have recovered. We kept in touch for many years and I last heard he was running a successful hardware business in the Mid West and had a loving family. He had also become a Christian. I never heard from Bob again.
By God’s grace, I also later married a wonderful girl and fathered a family of five beautiful daughters, all of whom married and have their own families that they have raised in the “nurture and admonition of the Lord (Eph 6:4).” At this writing my wife and I have been married for 58 years and have five children and sons-in-law, 35 grandchildren and 25 or 30 so great-grands (a family of 77 I’m told).
Was that the Voice of God speaking to Sammy in that honky-tonk in Missouri those many years ago? I sincerely believe it was though he never claimed to hear it, and even 20 years ago if I had heard that story as someone else might have told it, I would have shaken my head in skepticism. I now understand however God is not limited to speech as men are, though He often speaks not just with a small still Voice (1Ki 19:12), but also sometimes with a strong and audible Voice. He also undoubtedly speaks with what we consider to be merely circumstances or inconveniences, and that’s probably the most prevalent way though we hardly ever understand it or usually even realize it happened.
The stories that follow are all based on fact, either from personal experience or by being told the stories by others. The descriptions and names have usually been changed to protect the identity of those involved but most readers will be able to relate to the stories because similar things have also happened to them. Occasionally a story (but only a very few) is pure fiction. Simply written to illustrate what we all know to be true and which everyone can relate to. The first following story is based on personal experience, but one which most have probably had happen to us:

A young couple, Delbert and Nancy Downs, driving a mini-van with their three children in the back seat become concerned about the noise of “something” wrong with the car and were prompted to pull over and look underneath to see what was making all the racket. Nothing could be seen, so they decided to drive on which they did (without any more noise) and a few miles down the road came upon an accident where a truck had ran a stop sign and crushed another car, throwing the driver out and then running over him. If our family in the mini-van had been there one minute earlier it could have easily been him (Del) lying there on the highway bleeding from the head and possibly dying. Did God just speak to the Downs family through a vanishing racket under the car that delayed them just enough to escape a bad accident? We had certainly better consider the possibility that He did.
Was that really the Voice of God?
Did He place a racket making-something under the car?
"Where can I go from your Spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend into heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, you are there; if I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you." (Psalm 139:7-12) "
This is not to say that God’s form is spread out so that parts of Him exist in every location. God is spirit; He has no physical form. He is present everywhere in that everything is immediately in His presence. At the same time He is present everywhere in the universe. No one can hide from Him and nothing escapes His notice."[2]
So as we travel the road of life and as we decide to turn here or there, we would be wise to stop occasionally and ask the question, “Was that the Voice of God I thought I heard, or was it just a chance decision made based on a feeling or a circumstance I had not anticipated?” As we reflect on day-to-day happenings, if we are discerning we will often see, feel and sometimes hear the Voice of God mostly inaudible, usually manifesting itself in ways other than what we normally equate with speech.

In case someone wasn’t paying attention, and though it’s not likely, I want to remind the reader I am not a “Doctor of Theology.” As I heard a preacher say one time, “Heck, I’m not a doctor, I’m not even a nurse.”
Nor do I claim to have all the answers, or even ask the right questions. I simply write as a called, but not college educated preacher from my perspective of being a heathen for 51 years until the day when I went down to the church to chew the preacher out because his influence was turning my girls into “fanatics.” That was the day I realized God is a person, more real than I am and He has a Voice. I didn’t hear His voice out loud but I got the message quick and clear, to paraphrase:
“This is your last chance, if you reject Me one more time, that’s it.”
Following is an account of that day as it was written sometime ago.  

He’s a Pain

Dick pushed back his coffee cup and took one last drag on his cigarette. He was nearly 50 and had a wife and five kids to support, and support them he would though at times he felt like locking them all in the closet. They were driving him nuts with their never-ending requests and aggravations about “going to church.” Susan was mostly silent, not saying much, just going on in her quiet way not rocking the boat. Once he vehemently declared to himself, “This church business is WAY out of hand! That’s all they want to do!”
Grabbing his coat he walked out of the office and headed for home. Once there he opened a beer and sat back in his chair. Looking at Vernie he said,
“I don’t want those kids going to church three or four times a week. That’s all they think about and I want it stopped!”
Vernie replied quietly, “Would you rather they would go down and hang out on a street corner?”
“Of course not! You know what goes on down there! OK, go ahead, take ‘em to church, I don’t wanna hear anymore about it!”
Vernie took the old Ford and drove the two youngest into church that Wednesday night as Dick watched TV and drank the last beer in the fridge. Looking back, the oldest girl was married and living on a ranch in New Mexico. The next two were in college near Chicago “a Bible college.” They had to work to put themselves through because Dick was dead set about supporting such a thing. He said helping kids through college spoiled them, especially a Bible college, though occasionally Vernie would find a reason to send them a few dollars.
Tiring of TV and beer, he walked outside and vowed that next Wednesday he would take those kids to church himself and make double sure there wasn’t anything going on that he didn’t know about. On the other hand he always took both Vernie and the kids to church on Sundays because that way he could drop them off and go on down to Lori’s the biggest restaurant in town, and find a back booth where he could smoke and enjoy his coffee and newspaper without interruption.
If they could afford it, he would have insisted Vernie quit her job as a teacher in the church school. She had taken the job because they needed the money, their savings exhausted from the last move. She was well qualified to teach, having obtained a degree in Home Economics from Oklahoma State, and had indeed taught full time in a public school for several years when they first married. Then though, when the kids started going to public school she had quit her job against his wishes, insisting she had to “be home when they get out of school.”
When that happened Dick was running the Ignacio Chieftain, a weekly newspaper they had bought while still in Sacramento before they sold the house and moved to Ignacio.
Many years later, in Durango, Colorado, each Sunday morning I sat in his booth at Lori’s, watching the clock on my wrist. At precisely 11:45, I finished off my coffee, folded my paper, paid the bill and got in the car to drive up to the church. There, I watched the time and if my family failed to exit the church, when both hands crossed the 12 mark I got on the horn. Every minute or two, giving it another blast only ceasing when they came toward the car.
I knew the church people didn’t like to hear a horn splitting ear-drums out in the parking lot, but he really didn’t care. I knew I was a Christian myself because I had gone forward in a service about seven years prior, said yes to all the questions and was promptly baptized. From that day forward I knew he had made a deal with God, was headed for heaven and everything was OK.
All was OK except for people like those at the church and that guy at work back in Tucumcari, who was also a neighbor, named Wes Spencer who handled circulation at the paper when I edited the South-Part Daily Times. Those Bible thumpers always thought they were right and always tried to prove it from “the Word.”
Spencer said he was going to Bible College some day because God had “called” him and the job at the paper was simply a way to pay the bills and save the money needed to attend school. Spencer was a pain.
Yours truly was the managing editor in that town of about 5,000 and held the top job at the Daily Times. I decided what stories went in the paper, which ones landed on the front page and which ones were buried somewhere on page twelve or maybe in a supplement. Not really having any credentials for the job, never having studied journalism in college, only my real time experience in a country newspaper that was owned us and working in a few other papers, got me the job I then held. Most agreed however, I did a decent job and circulation grew steadily under the new management. My goal was to eventually sell more papers than there were residents of the town.
Mark Burroughs (fictitious name) was the publisher, having inherited the publication from his father. Mark drank too much and the Daily Times was fast becoming the Prior Times until we got the job as editor, landing it soon after going broke in the greenhouse business. It was a pretty good job except for Spencer who handled circulation and who was a constant irritant with his habit of throwing up his hands and exclaiming “Praise the Lord!”
On Sundays, when the paper was in bed, printed and distributed by 2 a.m., Spencer and his wife Penny could be counted on to leave the house precisely at 9:30 and walk down the street to their church.
“He’s a pain” thought Dick, “why does he have to be so obnoxious?” “I’m a Christian too, but I don’t try to cram it down everyone’s throat.”
Leaving Tucumcari, the Carmacks moved to Grand Junction, CO where Dick sold trailer homes and later traveled Western Colorado selling fasteners. When they left there they moved to Durango, CO where Dick, with financing by his older brothers, built an underground home. That failed to work out to a profit and soon we had started another weekly newspaper called the Colorado Patriot where we promoted mostly Republican candidates and specialized in expose’ journalism, usually angering one segment or another of the powers that be of the town. Going bust there, it wasn’t long before Dick studied for a real estate license and after working for a few months as a salesman, obtained his broker’s license and opened his own office.
Have you noticed the job-hopping? Looking for something, something to fill that “hole in his belly” that craved for something he was unable to find?
Ten-Thirty was when Dick would load the family into the car and drop them off at the church before he made his appearance at Lori’s restaurant. He had already laid down the law,
“Wednesday night and Sunday morning services are enough. You don’t have to go to Sunday School too. You’re already getting too much of that stuff. Just look at yourselves. Can’t you see you’re tuning into fanatics? When Christians are not willing to compromise they just turn everyone else off!”
A few months after that explosion at home when Dick complained about the two youngest girls wanting to be in church at every opportunity, Maury White, a visiting missionary, came out to the car one morning when a horn blowing exercise was in progress and asked politely,
“Mr. Carmack, won’t you please stop blowing your horn while church is going on?”
Dick replied angrily, “Just get ‘em out here at noon and there won’t be any trouble!”
When Spencer heard about that (he attended a different church back in Tucumcari), he threw up his hands and shouted, “Praise the Lord!”
Years later, Dick understood what Spencer meant. When a man gets angry with God (or God’s people) it often means that God is dealing with that man and forcing him toward a decision to either accept or reject the only One who can forgive sin and make someone fit for heaven. Are they then a cut above those that are not saved? Of course not, they are still sinners, but they are now saved and forgiven sinners.
“…Oh, the turmoil of the mind and soul.” He knew he was losing his family. They had all become church-goers, more than that, they had become almost fanatics and indeed lived in a different world than Dick did. He was intent on conquering the business world but his family was intent on following the words of a Jewish carpenter that lived some two thousand years before. Something had to be done if things were ever to go back to the way they used to be.
On Thursday morning of the following week I made a fateful decision. Things were out of hand and had to be corrected. Taking an hour off from the office I drove up to the church and walked into the preacher’s office.
“Well, good morning Mr. Carmack, glad to see you,” the preacher said enthusiastically, extending his hand. “Won’t you please sit down? What’s on your mind?”
“I’ll sit down,” I replied, “But not for long, I have something to say and you’re gonna listen! I’ve had enough of this stuff!  You’ve got my kids going to church on Sunday and I even let ‘em go on Wednesdays but when you start insisting they come out on Thursdays evenings and go door to door crammin’ their religion down everybody’s throat, that’s enough!” He stopped and stared at the preacher, “All you want is to build a bigger church, so you can have a bigger salary and lord it over everyone! I’ve had enough!”
For the next few minutes he continued his rant, recalling every hurt he could think of and making up a few when memory failed. Finally, running out of words he turned to go when he was stopped by the preacher’s Voice saying,
“You have a problem Mr. Carmack.”
“What kind of problem?” I snarled in return.
“You need to get right with God. You need to get saved.” The preacher said.  Stopping dead, I seemed frozen, unable to exit the door.
 “Would you like to be saved?” The preacher asked.
That was the question that did it.
At that moment, heaven fell out of the sky and crashed to the ground, hitting hard and driving me down under an overwhelming weight. It seemed like the world had come to an end. There was no place to go, nowhere to hide. I was suddenly faced with a realization of my own mortality and the certainty of righteous judgment to come. It was decision time and I somehow knew in the recesses of his mind and heart that if I didn’t make a real decision for God, and make it today, this was to be my last chance. A long moment passed and then, almost as if someone else had put the words on his lips, I whispered
“Let’s just kneel down right here and I’ll lead you in a prayer, just repeat it after me.”
The preacher left his chair, putting an arm over his shoulder they knelt there on the floor with the preacher praying and Dick repeating, he said,
“Lord, help me get right with You. Help me to realize I have sinned against You. Forgive my sin Lord. Come into my heart and save my soul. Give me this day eternal life. Take charge from this moment on and help me to make things right with You, with my family and everyone else. Amen.”
Dick was stunned with what had happened. He continued to kneel there on the floor while the preacher rose, stood and then spoke.
“Do you feel any different?”
“No,” Dick replied, paused and then said as he got slowly to his feet, “Yes, yes I do. I feel like a great weight has been taken off my back.” It was real. There was a definite physical feeling of a weight being lifted off and it was sometime later before I realized that what I felt that day was the actual transferring of all my sin from Dick Carmack’s “book of accounting” to the ledger of Jesus Christ the risen Savior who said,
“Mt 11:28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
When the Lord of Glory makes a promise, He keeps it:
Jer 31:34 …, from the least of them unto the greatest of them, saith the LORD: for I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more.
Shaking his head in puzzlement at the rapidity of what had occurred this writer shook his head, trying to decide whether to leave or to say something.
“Go home and tell your family what happened,” counseled the preacher as I slowly, in a state of stunned shock walked out the door and back to his car.”
That’s the way it happened. I am totally convinced of the reality that God had spoken to me. I somehow knew if I turned away from God one more time it would be the last time. So instead of exiting the preacher’s office that day congratulating myself on setting him straight, somewhat confused, I left there a humbled and sobered man. You can say what you will but I know God spoke to me that day and it forever changed my life. I didn’t hear His Voice, but yet I heard His Voice.
Was that really the Voice of God, Or did He move SECRET HANDS guiding me silently down to the church that day?

Pastor George Sullivan rolled over in bed, rubbing his eyes. It was 5 a.m. and He was scheduled to drive into Pittsburg that day to attend a conference but inexplicably his mind suddenly jumped to the idea of taking son Billy with him. He hadn’t considered it before and he didn’t have a clue as to what was going on in his son’s mind.
Son Billy was in agony. He couldn’t sleep, as most nights he lay awake for several hours living his life and his day over and over being haunted with the idea of burning in hell. The preacher said he was saved and all the evidence pointed that way. He had gone forward in a church service and prayed the prayer but there was no assurance of salvation and he was tortured almost constantly knowing something was missing.
He had prayed the night before that if his fears were real and if he really needed to get saved God would send him a sign. Before he went to sleep he decided if he really was unsaved one day soon Dad would ask him to go on a trip with him. But not tomorrow. That was out of the question as Dad had explained to all the kids, this was going to be a hard trip and there was no room for anything but church business.
George had agreed with Mother that tomorrow was not a good time for a trip with any child, but promised he would be soon take each and every one of the siblings with him sometime soon. It would be a long drive to the conference and besides that he had to meet with another pastor who was involved with their prison fellowship ministry and they would be staying up late. In addition to that, Billy, along with his brother and two sisters needed to stay on their lessons, especially Billy because Mother had mentioned that his mind seemed to be wandering and his last test in math was only a C.
But the idea of taking Billy with him persisted in George’s mind as he asked Mother to tend to it. She went into the other bedroom and shook Billy saying, “Dad wants you to go with him today, I guess he changed his mind.”
He dressed hurriedly, packed an extra set of clothes and was already in the car by the time Dad left the house, as they began the long drive to Pittsburg.
The Sullivan family lived frugally. Their modest home on 3 acres had been purchased in a close-out auction and for some strange reason theirs was the only bid. Yes, they had bid more than they really could afford but they managed to convince the lending company they could make the payments even though the family income was far from certain as they lived on whatever the church could pay in the Pastor’s small salary plus a few honorariums from other churches when he was now and then invited to preach. Outside of that there was little support for a country preacher.
Billy had gone forward in a church service when he was 7 years old and had made a profession of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ but the doubts persisted. When he turned 15 his soul was still unsettled. Yes, as some preacher had remarked, “He had a drug problem.” Every Sunday morning, every Sunday evening and every Wednesday his folks “drug” him to church. He was saturated with the Word but it just didn’t seem to stick. His soul was in turmoil.
On the long trip to the conference the young man sat mostly quietly and wondered how he was going to tell his Dad that he really wasn’t saved. A month ago a missionary from Tanzania had preached in their church and as he spoke the tortured soul in the pew came to a conviction that if he died that night he would instantly be in hell. From that night until now, he wrestled with the almost certain knowledge he was in deep trouble. Here he was, he had made a profession when he was only 7 and he really was a pretty good kid. He obeyed his parents and did his chores and sat dutifully in church, read his Bible and sang the hymns but things were just not right. However he wanted to be alone with Dad because he needed some time to somehow explain he had been living a lie. Dad thought he was saved and so did his mother, only the troubled boy lived with the painful truth.
The trip to Pittsburg was over 300 miles. The conference lasted two days and all the time they were there the young man just couldn’t screw up the courage to tell Dad,
“I’m not saved.”
On the trip home the hours dragged out as the miles faded away and when night fell and they came through the last village with just a few street lights on, and with only 30 miles to go, he finally blurted it out,
“Dad I need to talk to you! I think I’m going to hell!”
In the next few minutes after George quickly pulled the car to the side of the road and put his arm about Billy’s shoulder, a short discussion followed and then a sincere prayer when William Walter Sullivan was born again. That night changed his life. A few years later the Lord called him “audibly” to preach and as this is being written he is beginning his third year of Bible college, preparing for the mission field. Bill explained the calling,
“When I say audibly I mean I heard it out loud, as clear as a bell but I don’t know whether or not anybody else would have.”
Was that really the Voice of God?  Had an Unseen and Secret Hand reached down that night on the way home from Pittsburg and shook him?
Billy knew.

Here is the first record of God speaking, no one can question that this really was the Voice of God!:
Ge 1:3 ¶ And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
We take light for granted. It’s “always been there” and always will be. Little do we realize that light is a created “thing.” The default position is darkness. Which brings to mind a question, “If there was no one, no thing to see it, would light exist? It’s like the childhood riddle, if a tree falls in the forest and there is no man or animal to hear it did it make a sound? Of course it did in the respect that sound waves went out. Trees make a sound when they fall when only the animals and bugs can hear it and the radio sends out waves over the ether whether or not anyone turns on the receiver. Chaos is darkness. Light is the presence of God:
1Jo 1:5 ¶ This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
The light we live under by day (the sun) and its refection at night, the light we call the moon, is literally a product of the Voice of God a product, a sound  that still exists today. I refer you to the following website for a short dissertation that explains “sonoluminescence.” Yes, we understand that the God that spoke the creation into existence and by the very sound of His Voice created light! But can that feat be duplicated? Can man create light from sound? Check out the following:
Man, with expensive apparatus, a relatively large power source and determination can now copy our Creator in a very limited way. With all of the necessary equipment he can from sound, now procreate short bursts of light, only pinpricks in a sealed test tube. God however, spoke the sun and possibly 500 billions of galaxies, each with billions of stars[3] into existence with no more effort than you or I would use in raising an eyelid.
And some think they can stand up to and defy the God that spoke to Moses out of the burning bush.
Ex 3:4 And when the LORD saw that he turned aside to see, God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here am I.
We can only imagine Moses the displaced sheepherder’s reaction. Did he stop abruptly with his hand over his mouth? Perhaps his knees shook and knocked together, or did he fall down in a faint? The Scripture doesn’t give us the details. The next verse gives us more:
Ex 3:5 And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.
God continued His dissertation to Moses for the next 5 verses as Moses no doubt stood in rapt attention. Finally he gets in a word sideways but instead of saying “Yes Sir!” he wants to argue:
Ex 3:11 ¶ And Moses said unto God, Who am I, that I should go unto Pharaoh, and that I should bring forth the children of Israel out of Egypt?
The Creator responds and the conversation continues through the entirety of Chapter Three and concludes in the 17th verse of Chapter Four. There may be other biblical instances (like when “The Lord” spoke face to face with Abraham on the Plains of Mamre [Gen 18:1-33]) where the Almighty spent more time explaining things directly to His servant, but if so I am unable to find it. Imagine if you can, the One that made heaven and earth by simply speaking it all into existence, taking the time and displaying the patience necessary to speak at length to a mere creature, only one      man of literally billions yet to come.
God spoke to the prophets by audible Voice and also by that small still Voice that only the mouth of the Holy Spirit is able to whisper in the ear of the recipient.
Moses was quick to believe that really was the Voice of God!
Or was he shaken to attention by SECRET HANDS?



Paula was in distress. She was tortured with the memory of what she had done. She was only 16 and her life was already over. The pillow was still wet from the night before and the morning hours weren’t any better.
Suicide came again to her mind. How could she possibly face her parents, her friends or even her siblings? How could she possibly face tomorrow? Her mind went back again and again to the troubling memories and on a sunny day the sky seemed unnaturally dark. The trees seemed lifeless, even the green grass was turning yellow.
Turning off the path and following a smaller and dimmer trail through the woods, she eventually crested a small hill and looked out over a world of gray. It looked like rain and even the wind was biting on a day that should have been warm. There at the top, something drove her to her knees where she knelt and earnestly searched for the peace she needed so badly. And that’s when it happened. A voice that certainly could have been heard for miles it seemed so loud, was so firm, authoritative and so real that she thought for a time she had heard it with her ears and not her heart. God spoke to Paula.
“You have sinned.”
The tears burst forth and her heart broke on the mountain that day, the day she met God face to face. Nobody led her in prayer. Nobody taught her that day. All alone on the mountain, just her and the Almighty. A sob was wrenched from inside as she poured out her confession, a confession of sin and a confession of belief. That was the day Paula got saved.
Suddenly, spread there before her, was the panorama of God’s creation. A blue and purple range of mountains shimmered in the distance and beyond that the bluest sky with the whitest clouds she had ever seen. Paula could see a farmhouse and outbuildings in the intermediate picture. The geometrical furrows on the land formed a beautiful pattern as if a master painter had meticulously brushed in every line. She could hear the birds chirping and singing in the trees even through the silence and majesty of the moment
As she rose again to her feet, her mind was fixed on one thing; from that day forward she would live for her Savior. She would do all she could to help others along the way, providing a shoulder to cry on, extending a hand when it was needed. In her own way she would become a representative for her Creator.
As the years went by over and over again opportunities seemed to come out of nowhere. There was the time a co-worker stopped at her desk every morning to read the Bible verse that Paula kept there for daily consideration and even sometimes listened to a short prayer though as she followed her mouth, at other times body language betrayed her unsaved condition. When help was needed later when the live-in and his behavior necessitated a move for her bad mouthed friend, Paula was there to help rescue her from a bad situation, she was there to provide transportation to a safe-house and to provide biblical counsel. Even though they lost contact after that, several years later she heard from a third party that her distressed friend who had reached out that day, later in giving her testimony mentioned the name of Paula so long ago that proved “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” God simply had his representative on hand for the needed encounter.
Was Paula looking for recognition from the friend she had given a helping hand to in a time of need? No, she was simply doing what she had promised God so many years before when she met Him at the top of the hill, that morning when was gray turned to a burst of color and her life was changed forever.
Had a Secret Hand guided her to the spot at the top of the hill?
Ask Paula





God speaks often with what we call “natural” occurrences. He speaks in the wind, in floods, in earthquakes and even in the calm of a summer evening. 1st  Kings gives us a glimpse into the power of the Almighty and a few of the ways in which He sometimes does not speak and how He sometimes does:
1Ki 19:11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: 12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small Voice.
Adam Clarke comments:
“Stand upon the mount before the Lord. God was now treating Elijah nearly in the same way that he treated Moses; and it is not unlikely that Elijah was now standing on the same place where Moses stood, when God revealed himself to him in the giving of the law.” (Mt. Sinai)
As this is being written we are being educated almost daily in exhibitions of His power in what our controlled media calls “natural” disasters. Occasionally the happenings are so horrendous that in amazement the commentator will comment with furrowed brow how the reported event is of “biblical proportions.” Even in their unbelief, there is sometimes a deep down acknowledgement of the power and majesty of His power.
Flooding in Texas, flooding in West Virginia, Colorado and Berlin. Over the world God is displaying His power with record flooding in almost every country shown on a map. Yet following the Noahaic Flood, it was promised the world would not be destroyed again with a flood (Ge 8:21,22). So what’s afoot? Will the promise be broken and the earth once again subjected to a world-wide flood? No, God doesn’t break promises and is not a man that He should lie. The answer lies not being engulfed again with water, instead He is using the elements to get our attention and to come to an understanding that man simply can’t solve the problems that he is facing.
A recent article[4] by Michael Snyder gives us a breakdown of flood and fire in the 10 month period running from September 2015 to July 2016. The magnitude of destruction is appalling. Flooding rated as “500 or even 1,000” year floods not only here but universally over the globe. Here is a very small excerpt of his article:
“According to Greenbrier County Sheriff Jan Cahill, the amount of damage that has already been done is unlike anything that has ever seen before
“At least 24 people have died and crews are still searching for missing residents in West Virginia after heavy rains flooded several towns. A federal disaster has been declared for this devastating event that has been described as “complete chaos.
Roads destroyed, bridges out, homes burned down, washed off foundations,” said Greenbrier County Sheriff Jan Cahill. “Multiple sections of highway just missing. Pavement just peeled off like a banana. I’ve never seen anything like that.”
Our weather problem is not a natural occurrence problem, it’s a sin problem and the solution lies not with mortal ingenuity or man’s ability to “ride out the storm.” Sure, we’ve always had periods of bad weather, but one day it will destroy thousands, perhaps even millions in one event. The only answer is repentance and a turning away from our sin. America, indeed the world has sunk into a pit of depravity from which there will be no reprieve outside of God’s forgiveness which is not going to occur without wholesale repentance and a turning to Him and away from our own lusts of the flesh.
Do we recall the direct demonstration of God’s warnings to humans when there was 3 hours of darkness and an earthquake at the conclusion of the event of Christ’s crucifixion? Surely, we should listen closely as God speaks through “natural” calamities.
America has become the cesspool of the world. It’s Sodom and Gomorrah all over again. The natural sex drives of mankind have been turned into nothing more than animal lusts without restraint. We are reminded of the biblical account of how the prophet Jonah was forced to go to Nineveh and preach repentance, which he finally did after spending some time in the belly of a whale and we ask: Is there another Jonah waiting somewhere in the wings, looking for the cue that will send him into our world wrapped in sea-weed and perhaps appearing on world TV testifying that the end has come?  Unless we get on our faces before God it well may happen. What will the skeptics say then? Truly the Voice of God is speaking to us through the weather “Turn to Me” as SECRET HANDS shake our physical world.

The prophet Moses testified of God using him as a tool to control the weather. Speaking to Pharaoh, he said in effect,
“Pharry old boy, just so you’ll know who’s in charge here, when I leave this place I’m going to look into the sky, raise my hands unto the Lord and the thunder will stop and so will the hail. I’m going to do what He told me to do. That’s all going to be done Pharry, just so you’ll know who the boss is.” (paraphrase of Ex 9:29)
Did Pharaoh hear the Voice of God through Moses and his execution of the plan of how He was going to bring the Children of Israel out of bondage in Egypt? We had better believe he did! Did His SECRET HANDS bring the blood to the waters and the frogs and lice and darkness in the middle of the day? Yes.

Gladys Summerville remembers vividly the night she was born again. She was only 10 years old and had attended an evening revival meeting in the basement of the schoolhouse, just a month after her birthday. The church met there because there was no heat in the small church building and as it was December and the nights were cold, that Sunday night the church met in the only heated community building in town.
The preacher was wound up that night and as he gradually finished his message and the group started gathering their scarves and coats Gladys was suddenly seized with a distinct knowledge that hell was hot and she was unsaved.
Seeking the preacher’s hand as he turned to leave, she stuttered, “I need to be saved.”
“What did you say?” He asked.
“I need to be saved.” She repeated.
Kneeling there he led her in the sinner’s prayer, “Lord Jesus, I know I’m a sinner and I need to be saved. Please forgive me and save me.”
That was it. From that day, her life was changed. No longer did she have the bad dreams and looking back she remembered well the scene. There was a furnace in the school basement that was used to heat the entire building and on that particular night someone had built the fire up overly hot, so hot that the case glowed a soft red. Gladys associated the red walls of the furnace with the fires of hell and that was all it took to convince her of personal sin and the need for forgiveness.
Years went by as she grew up and attended college, earning a degree in Home Economics, an education that she used almost constantly after she met and married Oscar Cummings because of his inability to keep a job more than a year. As a consequence the Cummings house was constantly short of money because of several moves and job hopping and the money earned was quickly expended on moves and needed groceries. The couple was happy however and over the years they raised five daughters, all of whom met and married men who were much more stable than their Dad. The continual lack of money was expertly handled by Gladys though due to her depression era raising, where frugality was consciously and constantly practiced on a daily basis.
And then one day Oscar got saved. It was a pure miracle, happening after almost everyone had given up hope. The girls and their momma prayed for him every day and when it happened from that day forward things started turning around for the Cummings family. They never had an excess but they always had enough. Oscar eventually entered the ministry and became a preacher and the years wore on they eventually retired in a small community in Arkansas.
God is good and sometimes He speaks with angels, sometimes with red-hot furnaces. Sometimes He reaches down with SECRET HANDS and touches a small girl.

Is there only bad weather? No, the Psalms give us an explanation of how most of our weather is blessings. They tell us in Ps 65 (9-13) that He visits us regularly bringing rain from the “River of God” and supplies us with corn as according to His wisdom. He rains on the ridges softening the ground and making springs that leap up from beneath. He gives us more good years than bad and waters the pastures for flocks that rejoice at the sound of rain. Yea, even the hills and valleys shout for joy at the fatness of the livestock and the fields filled with grain.
All rain is not flooding, all is not destructive, there is much more that comes in moderation to give the crops a good start and a little more as needed, “Be glad then, ye children of Zion, and rejoice in the LORD your God (Joel 2:23).” This brings granaries of fatness that overflow with wine and oil. We need the rain, indeed we must have it or else the crops would perish and we would die in famine. It’s the abnormal that we notice and take for granted the natural cycles, the cycles of moisture, planting and harvest that maintains the population of this planet.
Ps 135:6 Whatsoever the LORD pleased, that did he in heaven, and in earth, in the seas, and all deep places.  7 He causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth; he maketh lightnings for the rain; he bringeth the wind out of his treasuries.
And when spring comes, when flowers appear clothing the earth in their beauty the creation shakes off its winter sleep as the birds begin to sing and the leaves of the trees appear. The animals arise and stretch and in their own way look up and thank the Lord for another season of good food and pleasant life. Soon there will be another crop ripening in the fields and as we breathe in the air we are reminded again of the goodness of God:
Song 2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
 13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Men in their pride are now attempting to control the weather in spite of God’s directions, not remembering that a mere 170 years ago they couldn’t even describe a weather cycle let alone try to direct one. But the Book of Ecclesiastes described it perfectly 1500 years ago.
Ec 1:6 The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
 7 All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
“It was not until the invention of the electric telegraph in 1835 that the modern age of weather forecasting began. Before that, the fastest that distant weather reports could travel was around 100 miles per day (160 km/d), but was more typically 40–75 miles per day (60–120 km/day) (whether by land or by sea). By the late 1840s, the telegraph allowed reports of weather conditions from a wide area to be received almost instantaneously, allowing forecasts to be made from knowledge of weather conditions further upwind.”[5]
But with the astounding advance in science, weather forecasting has become much more precise that it has been in the past. When I was a young man, a common joke was “Do you know what it means when the weather man says there’s a 40% chance of rain? It means there are 10 guys that work in the weather bureau and 4 of ‘em think it’s gonna rain.” And His Hands move hither and yon…

Phil Jackson was broke and out of a job. He really had no skills outside of what Dad had taught him and the only jobs he had ever held were construction, mostly labor though one time he had a chance to drive a truck till the road was completed and the company moved. He was offered a job if he wanted to go with them but there was a girl he knew and liked and wanted to stick around for a while longer. He was making plans to go to college in the coming semester knowing he could get the G.I. Bill that would give him enough money to pay the tuition and he figured he could get part time work enough to make it through.
One day while killing time down at the gas station a friend, without any discernable reason, reached in his pocket and pulled out a used, but accurate multi-meter. Offering it to Phil, he said,
“I got a new one this morning but this is still good and if you want it you can have it.”
“Thanks. What’s it for?”
“It’s a multi-meter. You can check all kinds of voltages, anything from 2 volts on up. Really handy if you’re trying to do any wiring.”
A month later after getting settled in the dorm, a new acquaintance across the room asked him if he was going to try to get a job. “Yes” he replied, “I’ll have to get something.” The new guy then said, I know a contractor in the south part of town who wants to hire another apprentice for electric work. I just got on. Wanna meet him?
Later Phil thought about the multi-meter in the glove box of his car. He didn’t make the connection that day but years later he looked back and remembered the remarkable set of circumstances that gave him a tool he would need before he ever got the job where it was standard and necessary equipment.
God speaks to men in ways that we often don’t understand without the benefit of hindsight.
God also speaks and moves in the lives of men when He wants to.

But then come the fires as God speaks in correction or perhaps in fury:
“As you read this article, the state of California is being ravaged by gigantic wildfires that are raging wildly out of control, and West Virginia is dealing with a “500 year flood”.  Since last September, the U.S. has been hit by a series of 11 historic floods.  Never before in American history have we seen so many major floods within such a compressed space of time.  And just as the Shemitah year ended last September, massive wildfires began erupting all over the country.  Thanks to that unprecedented outbreak of large fires, 2015 ended up being the worst year for wildfires in all of U.S. history.  And since 2016 began, things have continued to get worse.  As far as the total number of acres burned is concerned, we are more than a million acres ahead of the pace that was set last year.”[6] 
Here is a point worth pondering and the asking of a question “Is all this deliberate?.” The book of Daniel records a curious phrase in the 9th Chapter:
Da 9:26 And after threescore and two weeks shall Messiah be cut off, but not for himself: and the people of the prince that shall come shall destroy the city and the sanctuary; and the end thereof shall be with a flood, and unto the end of the war desolations are determined. (underlining added)
Yet man in his conceit thinks he can now even control the weather (and floods and fires) with “sky seeding” which are usually called “chemtrails” which man creates by using military aircraft to spray chemicals into our upper atmosphere which then spread and slowly fall to the ground. Aluminum and Barium are reportedly the main ingredients with the published excuse that it is all designed to reflect sunlight back out to space in order to fight “global warming,”[7] in reality a ludicrous excuse for more regulations.
Are what we are seeing in the unprecedented weather anomalies and flooding a harbinger of the end? We should never brush off God’s Word with a catch-all answer, “That doesn’t apply.” Too many students of the Bible have missed out on the fullness of the Word by applying their knowledge of what they have learned to what they are yet to learn, and in the process find they didn’t know it after all.
Does God really speak through the weather? Do His SECRET HANDS control it?


We need to consider earthquakes. The children of Israel had escaped Egypt, but because they refused to do as instructed and go into the promised land to take it away from the giants (Nu 13:17-29) they were sent to the deserts of Arabia for 40 years until they learned to be obedient. While there they were terrified one day when Mount Sinai shook with fury as the very person of Jehovah descended on its summit to deliver instructions:
Ex 19:17 And Moses brought forth the people out of the camp to meet with God; and they stood at the nether part of the mount.
 18 And mount Sinai was altogether on a smoke, because the LORD descended upon it in fire: and the smoke thereof ascended as the smoke of a furnace, and the whole mount quaked greatly.
When God visits His people He reportedly appears in a manner that takes away the breath and leaves us in a state of shock, eyes bulging out and mouths going dry. That’s what happened on Sinai, and shocked the Children of Israel should have been. God visited them that day and the people saw the mountain smoking and heard and saw the thunderings and lightnings and the noise of a trumpet, which undoubtedly was the very Voice of God, or did He just reach down with SECRET HANDS and shake the earth? We realize of course science tells us most earthquakes are caused by the slippage of crustal plates in the earth and that appears to be logical.
Modern day explorers have now apparently located the real Mt. Sinai in what is now called Saudi Arabia. It is apparently located exactly due south of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem[8] and when the summit is reached eyewitness reports say you can see the red granite of the area burned to a glossy black where the visitation of God took place (Ex 20:18) and the mountain top was burned. Indeed, if the granite is chipped away, the black granite breaks off and the red granite is exposed beneath.
Lending further credence to the theory that modern Saudi Arabia is the actual site of Mt. Sinai rather than its traditional setting on the Sinai Peninsula, is the finding of a rock formation just below Mt. Sinai overlooking a basin formed of granite that could have easily served as a lake bottom for billions of gallons of water that would have watered the flocks of the Children of Israel as they rested from their trek across the desert after crossing the Red Sea by the power of God.
But where did the water come from in this arid land where it only rains one inch in 10 years? The rock that is probably the biblical “rock of Horeb (Ex 17:6)” which by coincidence, is just a short distance from the mountain identified as Sinai and would have been able to fill the granite basin. The “Rock of Horeb” stands about 60 feet tall and is split from top to bottom, with sandstone at the bottom massively eroded by a tremendous flow of water, that apparently gushed out of this barren rock!
When the mountain shook and the smoke ascended off the desert mountain was that really just the Voice of God? Or, did He reach down and shake it into activity?
I submit it was, and He did.

Wendell went to church with his family three times a week, Sunday morning, Sunday evening and Wednesday evening. As the saying went, every time the doors were open the Cryson family was there. His dad was a bean farmer and his mother had a pretty good garden, in which all the kids took their turns in keeping it weeded.
Wendell however had a burden. He had listened intently the evening before as the preacher made it as plain as he could if heaven was real, and he knew it was, then hell was also. For a boy of 12 Wendell had a dilemma, on one hand he wanted to someday be in heaven with the Lord. On the other hand his flesh was beginning to stir and temptation tore at him, pulling, urging him to go the way of the world.
Being under heavy conviction, as he reached the end of the row of melons he dropped to his knees and poured out his heart to his Maker. Admitting he was a sinner and knowing Jesus was the Son of God, he was asking for forgiveness. Nothing changed and at the end of the next row, this one of corn, again he fell to his knees and confessed every sin he could remember. Again, nothing happened. The sky didn’t open with bright rays of sunlight landing on him, he didn’t hear any voice from heaven, it just didn’t come to pass. There was no thunder, no lightning, no voice that cracked open the clouds, nothing. His heart was about to break. Here he was trying to do what he knew he had to do but nothing happened.
One more row to hoe, once more confession to make, but this time a distinct voice reached his soul,
“I heard you the first time.”
Standing stunned, in an instant the sun broke through the clouds and forgiveness flooded his soul! He never again doubted his salvation. From that day forward he spent many hours reading, studying and later, teaching God’s Word. What a wonderful God we serve.
God speaks when He wants to speak.

The Bible records the day Christ was crucified, the sky turned black until the 9th hour,
Mt 27:45 Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour.
In the same chapter Matthew tells us when Christ gave up the Ghost he cried with a loud voice and the veil in the temple, (the extremely heavy curtain that separated the Holy Place from the Holy of Holies) was torn from the top to the bottom, not from the bottom up as one would expect. The passage from Mt 27:50-53 also testifies at that time the earth shook and rocks fell. The disturbance was so great that graves were opened and “many bodies of the saints which slept arose,” and walked into the city where many people saw the dead walking about. Take a few minutes to read and reflect on the passage and you will be amazed at the power of God.
Three days later another earthquake rattled the earth when an angel from heaven descended, rolled back the stone blocking the entrance to the tomb where Jesus was laid and sat upon the stone (Mt 28:3-5). His countenance was blinding and the people quaked with fear. How would you react if you were visiting a grave of a loved one when suddenly the earth shook and a blinding light revealed an angel sitting there upon a huge stone that he had just rolled uphill from its resting place and then reclining, told the women, “… this Jesus that you seek is not here for He is risen.?”
And how about Paul and Silas, arrested and thrown into prison for their preaching? There they were, at midnight chained down in a dank and damp prison and instead of curled up trying to sleep on a bed of stone, they were singing praises to God and praying so loudly the whole prison population heard them. Just as the other prisoners were probably murmuring and threatening to bring harm to their noisy cellmates, the ground shook and the doors of the prison flew open at the same time the chains on the arms and legs of the prisoners fell off!
The jailer, shaken out of sleep seeing the jail doors standing open, thinking the prisoners had fled, and knowing his career was over drew his sword and was ready to fall on it. Paul, however commanded him to stop. This was not a night for the jailer’s death, this was the night for the beginning of his life! The keeper of the prison got the message, fell on his face and asked what he must do to be saved.
Paul and Silas replied, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.” (Ac 16:26-31) The next scene brings the whole family in where they learned and accepted the gospel and after that were, in dead of night baptized.
Was the earthquake that night a message from the Almighty?
Were those SECRET HANDS from God?
Is God limited to speaking as a man does?

The Voice of God often comes in quietly like someone padding over a carpet wearing soft house shoes. We can hardly hear it even when listening intently but when it does register we hear it often disguised as something else, and seldom do we discern when it leaves. John 3:8 describes it as the Holy Spirit (that small still voice whispering to your spirit “You must be born again”) that shows its effect like the wind rustling in the leaves. We see its results but seldom discern it in action.
Joh 3:8 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
In a food bank and church in southwest Colorado in the 1990s a retired couple picked up out-of-date groceries from local markets and after a preaching service, gave them out to all who attended. Sometimes there was a plethora of food, sometimes the pickup on the routes was below average.
The director described it this way, “Many, many, times if we had a short week on the route it seemed we would get extra heavy attendance at the church service and at first I worried there just wouldn’t be enough groceries to go around. My dismay would come when after running the routes and knowing supplies were short, I would almost panic when I saw more people than average coming through the door for the afternoon or evening service (talk about a lack of faith on my part!). After several times however, that dismay turned into a smile as time after time, everyone left with a full box of food.
“It was a visible testimony of the power of God. We continually tried to catch Him multiplying the loaves (Luke 9:17) but were never successful as the King of Creation over and over again, multiplied the loaves, not on the hills of Jerusalem, but on a mesa in a non-descript building in southwest Colorado.”

Janet Logorine was convinced death awaited that very night. She had gone to a restaurant on the south end of Detroit for an evening meal and through a bizarre set of circumstances, somehow had missed her ride home. It was after 10, the restaurant had closed and she, though being in distress had been ushered out without having the opportunity to even make a phone call.
The walk across the city would be over 3 miles, through a part of town that was notorious for muggings and nowadays even shootings. She had a friend however, a friend she had seen many times in her dreams, a friend with curly hair. That cold night she pulled her coat up about her ears, gritted her teeth and started the long walk home. Those were the days when Detroit was beginning its descent into lawlessness and fearing the worst, but praying for the best, she almost refused to look when a car pulled up beside her and a voice said,
“Janet, you look like you could use a friend.”
Hardly daring to look, when she did she saw a lone man driving a black sedan, she was tempted to run but something prompted her to continue watching and listening to the stranger. As she stood there, afraid to listen and afraid not to, he said,
“Get in Janet and I’ll take you home.”
Janet looked carefully and then she recognized friend of her dreams, the only trouble was, his hair wasn’t curly!
The wind was cold and it was starting to snow, as Janet hesitated an inner voice told her it was okay. Trusting that still, small voice she carefully, cautiously opened the car door on the passenger side and sat down in the warm car.
“I live over on…”
“I know where you live,” he interrupted.
As they rolled through the blackened streets of Detroit, “You can turn here” she ventured only to be told,
“Yes, and I turn left two blocks down and you live at the address where I’ll stop.”
Numbed, Janet kept her silence as the stranger skillfully drove to her front door and then said,
“Goodnight Janet.’
Looking back now from the vantage of walking with Jesus for many years, Janet’s eyes light up when she tells her story about that scary night in a treacherous city so long ago. Her friend showed up when he was needed most, one thing continued to puzzle her however, He just didn’t have curly hair!

When a man says he heard an audible voice from somewhere that he considered to be the voice of the Almighty Himself, ask yourself, “Does Scripture record God speaking to man?
Ge 8:15 ¶ And God spake unto Noah, saying,  ”Bring ‘em in Noah!”
Ex 6:2 And God spake unto Moses, and said unto him, I am the LORD:
Mr 12:26 And as touching the dead, that they rise: have ye not read in the book of Moses, how in the bush God spake unto him, saying, I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob?
De 1:6 The LORD our God spake unto us in Horeb, saying, Ye have dwelt long enough in this mount:
Does God speak to men today? He most assuredly does. There are hundreds of reports coming out of the Middle East where former Muslims testify of being woken from sleep by a voice telling them they need to come to Jesus. There are far too many such testimonies to be dismissed out of sight and mind. Instead they need to be examined, verified and taught to sleepy church members who doze through sermons with their minds in dreamland a thousand miles away.
There are probably also people sitting in the pews next to you that may have heard the actual voice of God but are reluctant to say so. Much like many of those who have seen UFOs (demonic) but won’t admit to it because of the skepticism and ridicule they think is sure to follow from those who refuse to believe anything they can’t take in their hands and examine.
Do you want to see a church get on fire? Have a member summon the courage to stand up and tell how the Lord has worked supernaturally in his personal life. If you can persuade more than one to stand and testify of a supernatural encounter then get out of the way!
Continuing, it is often mockingly said about so-called faith healers “If it’s real why don’t they go down to the hospital and empty it out?” That view fails to take into account the many instances in the Bible where God did indeed use men as conduits for His healing as when in Acts 3 Peter and John told the cripple asking alms to rise and walk. Paul also healed far and wide as he carried the Gospel into the Gentile world. In fact if we were to sit down and count it out, the Word is replete with supernatural healing and deliverance. The eyes of the blind were opened and the lame sprang up, leaping and shouting for joy as the dead were raised. Are there charlatans posing as “healers” speaking in churches and gathering in the gullible? Of course there are. There are thieves and robbers everywhere, even in the church. The Bible says we need to be discerning,
Eze 44:23 And they shall teach my people the difference between the holy and profane, and cause them to discern between the unclean and the clean.
What is the percentage of the Bible devoted to the supernatural? I don’t know that it has ever been tabulated. A wild guess might place it around 10% or possibly much more. Another way of saying it might be that at least one in every ten parables or stories deal with the powers that reign but cannot be measured, counted or seen.
It follows then that if a faith healer is genuine in his endeavors, he has no control over when and where God will choose to heal a sick body or mind. The “healer” is merely an obedient servant, he is not the hammer, nor is he the arm that swings the blow. Is there deception? Are some pretenders who are in it for the money? Certainly. As asked before, are there charlatans? Of course there are, in fact there are probably more deceivers than there are people with genuine gifts. Check out Acts 8 and read about Simon who tried to buy the gift of the laying on of hands. How about the placebo effect? Could be, but if they are genuinely healed can you say with certainty how God chooses to work?
1Co 12:28 And God hath set some in the church, first apostles, secondarily prophets, thirdly teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healings, helps, governments, diversities of tongues.
Am I a faith healer? No. Can men heal in the name of God? No, God does the healing but He sometimes chooses to use men as the instrument though which He works. Should we attempt to be the healing instrument? In certain cases, Yes. James instructs us in Chapter Five:
Jas 5:14 Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord: 15 And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.
For us to refuse, as elders of the church to refuse to anoint with oil and pray for healing is to be disobedient to Scripture. God heals, and has without question done so on millions of occasions. Does He use men as instruments? He certainly did in the biblical record in days gone by and I fail to find a single scripture that teaches clearly that He has quit the practice today. Yes there are arguments from both sides of cessation and yes there are good men on both sides of the question. It is not my intention to try to sway anyone to my point of view. I will tell only what I have seen and what I know. You will have to decide whether or not my points are valid.
When a distraught father came to Jesus begging that his son might be healed because the disciples could not heal him. Did the Lord say, “Tough luck. If they can’t do it sorry, I’m too busy?” No, He simply said “Bring him to me,” and the boy was instantly healed. For those (many of which are Baptist like me) who argue all gifts have ceased we might be well advised to consider how Jesus explained what happened:
Mt 17:19 Then came the disciples to Jesus apart, and said, Why could not we cast him out?
 20 And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.
Perhaps what we need is more faith instead of more arguing why it can’t be done. The SECRET HANDS of God can do anything He wants them to!




Willie Sanderson was 19 and he was driving far too fast on slick ice. He signaled left and turned into that lane intending to make the turn at the next intersection but came close to not even getting home. Just as he changed lane he realized his speed would ordinarily send him sliding into cross traffic, except by the Voice of God that a few seconds earlier had whispered to a truck driver this would be a good place to turn left instead of two blocks farther down where he normally made his change of direction.
Responding to the whisper the truck driver moved into the left lane but had to stop at the intersection waiting for the light to change. That’s when he felt Willie Sanderson’s car slide into his bumper hitch. They both got out and as there was no damage, went their separate ways. Willie thought about that and finally realized he had been rescued by a supernatural force from an almost certain collision in the busy intersection when he was saved from sliding into it by a truck driver’s last minute decision to turn two blocks early.
Was that really the Voice of God?


Dreams are also a common method of biblical communication between the human race and the Master of the Universe. How about the time both the baker and the butler had dreams while in an Egyptian prison? Mystified at what they dreamed so vividly and still remembered, when questioned by Joseph why they had such long faces, they told him their dreams. The story is told in Genesis 40 and finishes in the next chapter after the butler, spared from death finally told Pharaoh about the man in prison who could interpret dreams.
Ge 40:5 ¶ And they dreamed a dream both of them, each man his dream in one night, each man according to the interpretation of his dream, the butler and the baker of the king of Egypt, which were bound in the prison.
Because of the true interpretation of two separate dreams of the two men, Joseph was released from prison and thereupon proceeded to tell Pharaoh what his dreams meant also. Because of that correct analysis of the described dreams, Joseph was subsequently raised to the highest office in Egypt, second only to Pharaoh himself. It’s a fascinating story, one that should be learned by every boy and girl, so they can later apply the principles to their own lives. Joseph was sold into slavery by his brothers, and later saved millions from starvation by his ability to give the true meanings of dreams. His brothers meant to get rid of him forever and unknowingly saved their own lives years later when Joseph was in a position to feed them when famine stalked the land. They meant it for evil, but God meant it for good  (Ge 50:20).
If we think that is remarkable, how about interpreting a king’s dream by dreaming himself, what the king had dreamed a few nights before? Wow! Is that possible? Daniel was asked to interpret a dream that couldn’t even be remembered by the king that dreamed it!
Daniel not only told the king what he had dreamed and then forgotten, he also predicted world history for more than three millennia! Nebuchadnezzar dreamed dreams and then promptly forgot what they were. The story goes that after calling up every so-called wise men in the kingdom and finding they were helpless to tell him what he desired, the king ordered all the wise men in the kingdom to be executed. When Daniel heard about it he communed with his friends, and after prayer, was blessed by God to know what the king had dreamed several nights before!
Da 2:19 Then was the secret revealed unto Daniel in a night vision. Then Daniel blessed the God of heaven.
Going to the king, Daniel not only told him how God had revealed the whole thing to him. He also told old Nebu what he had dreamed and then he went on to tell him what it all meant! The king was so astounded he fell on his face and attempted to worship Daniel (Dan 2:46)!
Who says God doesn’t move in the affairs of men? Not only then, but also when a man is willing to admit he is a sinner, God will move in the life of that man also.

Steve Goodman had been saved for about two years. Almost as soon as he gave his heart to Jesus the conviction that he had some bad habits he needed to get rid of, was heavily impressed on his heart. The booze problem was easy. He just quit drinking. There were no withdrawal symptoms probably because he had never drank enough to become an alcoholic, he could take it or leave it and take it he did, more often than not. So when he realized he really was a new person and not wanting to offend his Savior, he immediately put the booze away and never touched it again except for one swallow of beer while visiting a friend a few years later. That didn’t stick however because as soon as the beer was in his mouth he was put off by the taste and pushed it away, becoming at that moment a “tee-totaler.”
When it came to cigarettes however it was a different story. He had been a fairly heavy smoker since he was a boy of 14 and now all those years of inhaling nicotine into his body were starting to take their toll. His lungs were obviously damaged but he couldn’t quit. He had tried to quit “a thousand times and had failed a thousand times,” it just had too tight a hold on him. As he paused in his work in the yard that day he placed his hand on his heart and wondered if perhaps his time was up. He was having severe pain across the top of his chest, pain that instead of subsiding was noticeably getting worse. Steve wanted to serve God but knew with the cigarettes it would be an obstacle. He had noticed a few days before when he spoke to a lady at church she involuntarily backed away because of the smell of tobacco on his breath.
He remembered the time a friend had seen him with a cigarette and remarked, “Must be gonna rain, the hogs are runnin’ around with stobs in their mouths!” That didn’t make any difference then, but later on it came up regularly in his mind as he considered what he was doing to the temple of God (1 Cor 3:16,17).
Excuses aside, when he was first offered a cigarette at age 14 down at the pool hall he hardly hesitated. He took it quickly and in a short time was buying and consuming a pack a day. That habit increased over the years until at the time of this account he regularly smoked from 1 ½ packs to 2 packs, 30-40 cigarettes daily. As stated above, he just couldn’t quit. Sure, he could quit for a few days, maybe even a week or two but invariably the craving would win and back to his habit he would go.
The day he stood out in the yard and considered the pain in his chest he wondered if he perhaps was building up to a heart attack or maybe even lung cancer. The pain was that severe. Trouble was, he just couldn’t quit. He had tried again and again, and as before, he failed. The future looked bleak. What could he do? As a young Christian (though he was over 50 years old) he had not yet developed a habit of prayer. Today however was different. Prayer seemed his only option. Looking up at the sky, Steve emptied his heart out to the God of the Bible.
“Lord,” he said “I just can’t quit. You know I just failed again and Lord, if You have anything for me to do, if You want me to live instead of die, Lord You have to do something! I just can’t quit! And, Lord, I am so sick of this, that I’m just giving up and what’s more, and you know I mean it, I’ll never try to quit again. I’m just going to keep on smoking and I guess I’ll just die!!!”
Standing there, waiting for a miracle that didn’t come, after a while Steve turned dejectedly back to the house hanging his head in defeat. Life continued however, and perhaps two weeks later, while driving home one winter night after church, as was his habit, he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. But, instead of taking out one cigarette he grabbed the whole package and before he could stop himself, he opened the wing window and threw it out into the snow-bank beside the road!
“That was dumb,” he thought. “I’ve tried that before and it won’t work either. I’ll just have to come back in the morning and find ’em or buy more when I go to town. But, I guess I can get through the night so I’ll tend to it tomorrow.”
The next morning was busy and after breakfast Steve drove to his office and went to work on some pending contracts. Finally, leaning back and looking at his watch he noted the day had vanished. He had been so engrossed he had even missed his lunch. Then it suddenly dawned on him. He hadn’t smoked all day, indeed he hadn’t even thought about smoking! Shaking his head in amazement he realized the miracle he had prayed for had come. No withdrawals, no craving, no aching for just one more smoke. It was a complete and apparently instant cure!
But that’s not the end of the story. Maybe a year later Steve moved his appraisal business to another office that had 3 others in the same building. There was a hallway between the offices that led to the toilet and sink area. As was his habit, he usually got there an hour or so before anyone else showed up and again his habit was first to make a pot of coffee. That necessitated walking the hallway and as he did he noticed someone had dropped a cigarette there on the floor. Having quit that habit he simply stepped around it and went on past. This same scene was repeated several times as drinking a pot of coffee also required a few trips back and forth to the bathroom. Each trip that cigarette lay there, beckoning, almost smiling,
“Come’on, come’on nobody’ll know! One little puff won’t hurt a thing!”
Finally, Satan won the fight. Stooping, Steve reached down, picked up the cigarette and walked to the coffee area where he got a match and lit that little piece of death. Taking a drag he was amazed and suddenly brought back to his senses when the smoke entering his lungs tasted as mild as if he had just inhaled water! Throwing the coffin nail down in disgust he walked back to the office and 30 years later he could honestly report he had never tasted Satan’s tobacco again, and, he had never been tempted again!
That evening as Steve’s little demon reported in on his days work and his failure in getting Steve hooked again, he trembled in terror because of his failure and the threats he heard. Nobody wants to be roasted and eaten for supper, not even a fallen angel. “What did you just say?” demanded Screwtape!




In dozens of other passages God spoke directly with men via visions and sometimes face to face in the form of an angel. A memorable section of Scripture telling a story of angels sitting and eating with men, one of which turned out to be the Lord Himself, is recounted in Genesis 18 where we read:
Ge 18:1 ¶ And the LORD appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day;
Genesis 18 continues to tell how God tells Abraham that Sarah despite being over 90, would in the following year have a child that would be named Isaac (Sarah laughed). Finishing their meal, the angels arose and proceeded down to Sodom and Gomorrah to destroy those cities because of their wickedness (sodomy). The Lord stayed behind and face to face with Abraham promised not to destroy Sodom if just ten righteous could be found among the population. America’s politicians and the Supreme Court nowadays presume to know better however and spitting in the face of Jehovah, have decided perverted sex should be the national pastime of modern United States.
The churches of our day however have also mostly avoided the supernatural taught in the Bible, like a hospital janitor, or sometimes even a doctor, refusing to enter the hospital room of an ebola victim. Scared to death to preach what is plainly written in the pages of God’s message to man, preachers avoid the subject as if it were pure poison. Concentrating on personal salvation (certainly of prime importance but not the only part of Scripture), most of the rest of the Bible is shunned or neglected in fundamental circles or distorted into how to prosper financially in the liberal denominations. Like the supernatural, prophecy is also shunned but that’s a subject for another day.
The Bible tells us if we have just a tiny bit of real faith we can move mountains (Mt 17:20). What could we do if we practiced what we preach? If we were able to follow the trail that is begun with our prayers many of us would instantly become believers in supernatural healing, even today.
The Bible however, whether or not clergy will preach it, is a SUPERNATURAL book that was written for our active instruction, not for our benign neglect. It tells us of supernatural events and occurrences, some so strange that many preachers walk all over the Bible trying not to trip over them. Genesis 6 and later passages, come to mind where the Lord tells us plainly without dressing it up, how fallen angels somehow cohabitated with human women and produced a race of giants that wreaked havoc upon the earth. Have you ever heard that preached on? It’s right there in the Bible but is rarely even mentioned, let alone discussed.
It behooves us therefore to study the Word and see how it applies to our daily lives. Is there evidence of the secret world in your own life? Will giants once again walk upon our globe? You may quickly answer “No.” But Luke tells us they will and Matthew also verifies it (Lk 17:26, Mt 24:37). In other supernatural happenings perhaps we have failed to remember all the instances when we could have easily been dead yet somehow, without conscious effort, avoided an accident or sickness.
Does God really speak to men, does he nudge them with SECRET HANDS?

Jack Wilson did a little bit of everything. That’s what he did and everything was done in a hurry. Speed was an intoxicant that he grew to need and when he couldn’t get it everything inside wanted to die. He was also obsessed with “efficiency” and worried a lot about how he could do “things” a little faster, and a little better.
Janet Nelly did books. She had a head for numbers and doing books for her was not a stimulant but a calming sedative. How the two ever got together only God knows because in the normal course of events, neither of them would have given the other a second look. But one Sunday morning Jack stopped by his brother’s house for a cup of coffee to help in curing a hangover. Finding another family there Jack sat down in a corner and nursing his coffee he listened in amazement as the youngest girl of the visiting family played the piano.
He had never heard anything like it. “Down Yonder” came alive as the girl’s fingers ran up and down the keys. Even as bad as Jack felt he found himself keeping time as he looked the pianist over. She was perhaps 4 or 5 years younger than him and had long brown hair that made her beautiful to the man in the corner nursing a headache. He decided to stick around a little longer and before the day was over had followed the crowd to the local carnival that came to town once a year. Once there he asked the piano playing girl to accompany him on a ride and then for a date later on that evening.
Jack was hooked. Even his business as a car salesman took second place as he courted the girl. To spare everyone the details, they were married the following spring and soon children followed. Jack however was still trying to fill a “hole in his belly” and to that end he job hopped, remaining on a new job just long enough to master it before quitting and trying something else. He explained it by saying he “got bored” easily. He didn’t have any idea he was being driven by a desire to meet his Maker and it wasn’t until many years later that the “hole” was finally filled that the job-hopping ceased.
Through it all, the lean bank account because of the expense of moving frequently and loss of income because of lack of a pay check, somehow Janet Wilson stretched the few dollars she had to work with as her organized mind kept track of every penny and even managed to put some away for the frequent “rainy days” that came their way.
Jack was driven to his knees one day as he tried to start a fight with a man who was trying to help him. The other man just ignored the threats and then suggested there was a cure for “what ails him.” Like a bolt of lighting because of a miracle of God, Jack finally saw the light. He knew he was lost and needed to be saved. Almost forced by the power of the Almighty, he went to his knees and for the first time in his life got honest with the One who made him.
The Wilson’s now live contentedly in a small house. The need for speed is gone and Jack’s days are spent mostly helping out in a local mission, encouraging the down-and-outers while Janet does the books, keeps in contact with the kids and still protects and acts as a buffer between her husband and the world.
Somehow, through the SECRET HANDS of God, Jack Wilson was forgiven of all his sin!

I questioned earlier whether or not God sometimes speaks through the weather, and concluded He certainly does. We are seeing it almost daily on our television news or read about it later. There is an obscure passage in Daniel 9:26 that tells us the horrible floods we are now experiencing may indeed, be signs of the end of this age. Here it is, underlined:
Da 9:26 And after threescore and two weeks shall Messiah be cut off, but not for himself: and the people of the prince that shall come shall destroy the city and the sanctuary; and the end thereof shall be with a flood, and unto the end of the war desolations are determined.
I can’t say our current, seemingly constant weather that is devastating not just America but the whole world is natural, nor can I say it is being executed by the Maker of Everything. But it seems to fit. Only a few of the willingly blind would deny the morality of the existing world has fallen to a level consistent with what is recorded in Genesis 13:13-19:28 when the righteousness of God required the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Homosexuality is an abominable sin before the eyes of God that He cannot tolerate. Yes, some people seemingly are immune from punishment and live the years of their lives while The Almighty apparently looks the other way. But mostly, statistics tell us those who practice that particular sin have their years cut significantly short. The numbers are there for examination, just search “life spans of homosexuals.” Bob Marshall of says the practice, on average cuts life spans by 20 years. Some who read this will no doubt bristle in self-righteous indignation, muttering “Who are you to judge?” The truth however is the truth and can be circumvented only for a season. Eventually all who are not Born Again will face the White Throne Judgment where all that is out of balance will be set straight, all sin will be found out and condemned and all that spurn God will face damnation.
As Phoenix, New Orleans and New England, Pakistan and China not to mention other areas world-wide, are being ripped apart by flooding and a seemingly never-ending series of “natural” catastrophes of localized flooding we should consider the strong possibility of Judgment.  Am I saying those named, are sinners while the remainder are not? Of course not, they are simply the objects of the lesson. As we see the devastation we should be on our knees asking that we will not be next. “It’ll never happen here!” Maybe not, maybe so. How about an earthquake that opens the earth and swallows those where it “never” rains? There could easily be a lot of water in the bottom of a chasm, even in Saudi Arabia near Mt. Sinai where the average rainfall is almost nothing.
Is flooding a harbinger of impending Judgment? In my opinion it probably is, and we should be listening carefully to see if God is speaking personally to me and to you.
Ps 26:2 Examine me, O LORD, and prove me; try my reins and my heart.
Ps 139:23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

Mal 3:8 Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings. 3:9 Ye are cursed with a curse: for ye have robbed me, even this whole nation.
This writer can personally attest to the truthfulness of God in the verse quoted above where He tells us to honor Him with our tithes, and then stand back in wonderment and see how our Creator not only protects us but also provides what we need.
I remember well an incident shortly after I met my Maker and was saved. I had a small business that was struggling to pay the bills and one day after not getting the business I needed. In frustration, I made some comment about the God I now was supposed to trust, was off somewhere else and didn’t even know about me.
My daughter who was working with me carefully commented, “Daddy, you’re not tithing.”
“What do you mean? I responded in anger, “I give money to the church every once in a while.”
“Yes,” she replied, “But you’re not tithing.”
Even though I was saved, I still had a lot of trouble controlling my anger. That was another lesson. Instead of firing back at her insolence for daring to tell the truth, I caught my tongue in time and grabbing my hat, stormed out and up to the local coffee shop where I felt sorry for myself for an hour or so before returning to the office. When I entered, instead of asking for the mail like I usually did, I asked her, “How much do we have left in the bank?”
“A little over $40,” she said.
“Write a check to the church for $40, I’ll sign it and I don’t want to hear anymore about it!”
“Do you want the mail?” she asked.
I took the mail and after opening the two letters, I found two checks, one for $20 and the other for the same amount. I sat there in stunned silence trying to figure out the odds for that. Closely following, another experience nailed forever the question of whether or not we should tithe to God. I’m not saying everyone should do as I do, but many years have passed since that little lesson on tithing was taught and I can’t remember any time we have failed since to give our first-fruits to Him who provides it all.
2Co 9:7 Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.
Over the years we have experienced repeated blessings to the extent that we’ve (I should say “I’ve”) finally learned the lesson of trusting He who is able, willing and faithful to provide all that is needed.
I’ve never been able to see how He does it. All I can say is we have never lacked in anything that was truly needed since that day so many years ago.



The Austins were cruising at 55 down I-1, listening to praise music, celebrating their 22nd anniversary, when suddenly Charlie who was driving stiffly announced, “We’re going to crash.”
The scene was a summer day on a freeway in Washington state. Anita later learned that a car had pulled out in front of them and impact was unavoidable. The crash was primarily on the passenger side and the next thing she knew “ the whole front end of our Chevy Nova was almost in my lap.”
Flames burst up from the carburetor as she struggled for breath, the impact knocking the air out of her lungs. Realizing death was but a short distance away she prayed, “Lord Jesus, I’ll be there very soon.” She really believed that, because of the intense pain and in her words, “I didn’t see any angels!” she knew she was still alive. But the flames from the engine were reaching for the sky and she believed both she and Charlie would soon be burned alive as he too was locked by his seatbelt and unable to exit until helped by the ambulance driver. 
Then out of seemingly nowhere, but actually from the median strip on the freeway, workers in orange vests descended on the wreck, one of them throwing dirt on the engine, extinguishing the flames. A lady who was with the “orange angels” had EMT training and spoke soothingly to her through the broken glass, assuring Anita all was well and she would soon be out of the wreckage.
The next picture was an ambulance driver with a mouth full of cotton and blood (He had bolted from a Dentist’s chair, having wisdom teeth extracted, and rushed to the scene). Apologizing for “dripping blood on her,” they soon had her on a flat-board, then a ride in the ambulance, through the ER and finally down the long hallways in the hospital and into a private room.
Anita was hospitalized for 3 days with much pain and bleeding in the lungs. She also had a broken arm but other injuries were so severe it was somehow overlooked and not noticed until later. Who complains about pain in the arm when your entire being is hurting so badly? The arm however turned out to be serious, the radial bone was broken and needed surgery, but that had to wait for a few days and when finally performed a plate had to be inserted to stabilize it.
Barely grinning, she asked Charlie, “Have we paid our tithes lately?” He assured her they had as they held hands and praised God. This writer asks, why do people praise God when they have a bad wreck? They’re not praising having the wreck, but because they’re still alive and they missed the graveyard once more until the appointed time. In Anita’s case she gave thanks that her husband still had a wife, her boys still had a mother and her body would heal. But the next miracle was yet to come…
Let’s have Anita tell about that in her own words,
“I was confined to a recliner chair for 6 weeks as I could not lay flat. One night I got up to go to the bathroom on my own, but got caught up in the sheet and I was falling forward and to the right. I was on my way down & unable to break the fall, when I cried out..."Jesus, this is going to hurt." The next thing I knew, I was back in the chair safe and there was no fall, no memory of how I got there & no pain. God took care of me time and time again, during the whole time of healing. He is so good.”
Can we safely say that through it all, the SECRET HANDS of God were there directing, nudging, rescue efforts? The answer is obviously, Yes.

But it’s far from over. The Creator of Heaven and Earth will move in the future to completely destroy this present earth. Prophecy tells there are days in the future that will make current and past events we consider horrific today, pale in comparison of what is yet to come. But even they, like a ghostly vapor will fade into the unseen when God moves in mighty ways on that coming day.
The Bible also records there will be a day when it will all come to a point in which judgment will be ushered in with an event that has not been heretofore seen:
Isa 24:19 The earth is utterly broken down, the earth is clean dissolved, the earth is moved exceedingly.
 20 The earth shall reel to and fro like a drunkard, and shall be removed like a cottage; and the transgression thereof shall be heavy upon it; and it shall fall, and not rise again.
Is that really the Voice of God foretelling destruction of this present, by SECRET HANDS?
We know that it is.

As Carlos drove, his mind again wandered back to a time when he was just out of high school and working on a house construction job for a bricklayer. While building a chimney, his job was being a hod-carrier, a day laborer who carried a raft of bricks in a metal press (a hod) that squeezes the brick together by their own weight. As you lift the handle (loaded with brick) it creates a pinching action that presses 6, 8, 10 or 12 bricks (depending on the size) together allowing a worker to climb a ladder with one hand while carrying a hod of brick in the other.
On that day etched in his memory, there on the edge of the roof was a 2” X 4” a foot or two long that was nailed down horizontally on the edge of the roof. It was there to provide a hand-hold, allowing the hod-carrier to pull himself up and off the ladder to climb onto the roof. From there, he simply walked up the roof to the chimney and deposited his load for the bricklayer. This time though, as he pulled on the nailed down board, trying to climb onto the roof, it suddenly came off in his hand throwing him and the ladder, backward off the roof.
Ten to12 feet below, lay the sun-baked adobe ground that was littered with scrap lumber and rock. As Carlos and the ladder arched over backward and began their descent they first reached vertical and then began the backward trip to the ground, it happened to fast to simply let go and fall. Rather, during the time preceding the trip first to the top and then to the bottom, he somehow had the ability to think about it and consider what was about to happen. “When I hit the ground on my back with this ladder and load of bricks on top of me it’s going to be bad. At the least I’ll probably be hurt really bad. I wonder if I’m going to be killed?”
It seemed like he had plenty of time to think about things as Carlos, his load and the ladder, first paused at the top and then continued the fall, accelerating backward and down on their trip to the ground. Suddenly he stopped. The first thing he noticed that he still had his breath. He had had experiences before in high school football when after a hard hit, you had to lie there for a while till the breath came slowly back into your lungs. This time however, he lay there on his back on the ground and was breathing normally, almost like falling onto something soft.
Gingerly, he first moved an arm, then a leg as he realized that somehow he had landed as in a feather bed! Nothing hurt, there didn’t seem to be any broken bones, not even a bruise. The only damage he could detect was the crystal on his wristwatch had been shattered where either the bricks or the ladder had landed on it.
Getting slowly to his feet, he stood looking first up at the roof and then down at the construction litter on the ground. Slowly shaking his head in wonderment not understanding how he had not been hurt, he set the ladder back up, picked up his hod and re-loaded the brick. Climbing back up he re-nailed the board that had come off in his hand, and resumed his work. As the years passed however, his mind often drifted back to the incident, as he rationalized that all conditions had to be absolutely perfect in order for the event to have happened as it did. That never made sense though, it just wasn’t possible to land that perfectly. Many years later after an experience when he met the Living God, was Born Again and then read in the Bible,
“Heb 1:14 Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?”
…did he finally realize he had not fallen with precision, instead he had been supernaturally saved from a serious injury by a God, for whatever his purposes did not want Carlos to spend his life as a cripple.
Did he really have a guardian angel? If so, is he on the job 24/7 or is it possible that angels sub for each other? Do they get a vacation once in a while or perhaps are periodically assigned to a different human? Who, or what had caught him in mid-air that day on the construction job, saving him from a broken back? The evidence for a supernatural world is all around us, but we usually fail to recognize it.
Many years later in reflection, Carlos realized the only way he could have reached the ground from such a height with an armload of brick, without injury, was that just before he hit the ground a pair of heavenly hands had caught his body and lowered him gently to the ground.
My! The patience and power of God! To Carlos’s mind there was no other explanation, then or to this day. As he told this writer, “I serve a wonderfully, powerful God.”
Did God speak to Carlos by sending an angel to catch him in mid-air? Why did He send an angel at that particular time? Because that’s when he was needed to be there to keep an unbeliever out of a wheel chair. Why? Only the Lord knows the answer to that.
Carlos will tell you he heard from God at exactly the right time.
And he felt the gentleness of SECRET HANDS

How about “hunches” or “feelings” thoughts, that later turn out to have been right on target, do you think they just appeared out of the blue? Could it be that “still small voice” influenced, even saved you from serious injury or possible death? Whether we consider them as just stories or not, the Bible testifies that each and every one that is a Christian or who will become a Christian, has a guardian angel (Heb 1:14). Ask brother Lot about the help he received when he and his family fled Sodom. Who protected Daniel when he spent the night in the same hole with lions and used a big kitty for a pillow? The next time you pick up a baby look carefully around as you stretch out your arms, you might get a glimpse of a heavenly protector who hovers over them.
Mt 18:10 Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven
Those who scoff at the secret world that is all about us are either willingly ignorant or afraid to believe their Bible. The Apostle Paul declared in Ac 20:27 “For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.” Many today notwithstanding, refuse to look at current events and “God forbid!” consider the secret. Much of the professing Christian world today won’t touch the supernatural or a word of prophecy with a long pole. “No point in getting folks upset or, there are so many interpretations…” No, you are either a coward or ignorant of the plain teaching of the Word of God. God tells us over and over about the supernatural world but if you hear about it in church it’s usually about the virgin birth and that’s about all that is mentioned outside of the resurrection, and that only rarely.

Following is a selected story from the pages of a book published at the turn of the 20th Century. Here is a portion of the preface of the book, taken from a reprint by
“Solomon B. Shaw was a wise recorder of life-and-death scenes. His best-known book is "Dying Testimonies of Saved and Unsaved", originally published in 1898.

”In this most touching, and spiritually rewarding, book, Shaw records the dying scenes, and the last words, of both the saved and unsaved, both famous and unknown. You will see the tremendous difference between those who are Born Again and those who have refused salvation, as they approach the hour of their death. As one physician once remarked, "Christians die well". Biblical doctrines which saints of God have believed all their lives sustain them wonderfully in the hour of their death.”
Some time ago, a physician called upon a young man who was ill. He sat for a little while by the bedside, examining his patient, and then he honestly told him the sad intelligence that he had but a very short time to live. The young man was astonished; he did not expect it would come to that so soon. He forgot that death comes "in such an hour as ye think not." At length he looked up into the face of the doctor, and, with a most despairing countenance, repeated the expression, "I have missed it -- at last."
"What have you missed?" inquired the tenderhearted, sympathizing physician.
"I have missed it -- at last," again he repeated.
"Missed what?"
"Doctor, I have missed the salvation of my soul."
"Oh, say not so -- it is not so. Do you remember the thief on the cross?"
"Yes, I remember the thief on the cross. And I remember that he never said to the Holy Ghost, 'Go thy way.' But I did. And now He is saying to me, 'Go your way.'" He lay gasping a while, and looking up with a vacant, starting eye, he said, "I was awakened and was anxious about my soul a little time ago. But I did not want to be saved then. Something seemed to say to me, 'Don't put it off, make sure of salvation.' I said to myself, 'I will postpone it.' I knew I ought not to do it. I knew I was a great sinner, and needed a Savior. I resolved, however, to dismiss the subject for the present. Yet I could not get my own consent to do it until I had promised to take it up again, at a time not remote and more favorable. I bargained away, resisted and insulted the Holy Spirit. I never thought of coming to this. I meant to have made my salvation sure, and now I have missed it -- at last."
"You remember," said the doctor, "that there were some who came at the eleventh hour."
"My eleventh hour," he rejoined, "was when I had that call of the Spirit. I have had none since -- shall not have. I am given over to be lost. Oh! I have missed it! I have sold my soul for nothing -- a feather -- a straw -- undone forever!" This was said with such indescribable despondency, that nothing was said in reply. After lying a few moments, he raised his head, and looking all around the room as if for some desired object, he buried his face in the pillow, and again exclaimed in agony and horror, "Oh! I have missed it at last!" and died.
Reader, you need not miss your salvation, for you may have it now. What you have read is a true story. How earnestly it says to you, "NOW is the accepted time!"
"Today, if ye will hear His voice, harden not your hearts" (Heb. 3: 7, 8). -- The Fire Brand

Willie and Sophie Larson were in their 70s and lived about 15 miles from the food-bank. Sophie had a son from a previous union but that marriage failed and when she and Willie got married they moved to Durango where he worked for various ranchers in the area, but, he had a problem with the bottle. His intentions were good, but he often relapsed and drank up his wages before he got home. As a result, the lure of free groceries a few miles down the road soon proved impossible to resist and the Larsons began attending the church services on Sunday afternoon and not long after that started going on Tuesday night also. That went on for some time but one night, things changed.
Arriving early, Willie came into the church early and stated, “Deek, I wanna talk to you!”
Dick greeted him and said, “You’re here early Willie. What’s up?”
“I wanna talk to you Deek,” he said with his heavy accent. “I wanna get saved!”
“What brought all this on?” 
“I had a dream last night and God said if I didden’ get saved He was gonna kill me!”
They retired to the kitchen that served as a counseling room where Willie knelt down and surrendered to the Lord. From that day forward, to anyone’s knowledge he never took another drink.
The writer had known Willie for 20 years, first meeting him while in the real estate business when the Larsons were trying to buy a piece of property to settle on and give up Willie’s life as a day hand on area ranches. The deal went to someone else, but occasionally their paths would cross and when the food bank began it wasn’t long before Willie and Sophie started attending because they liked the idea of free groceries. Sophie had been a Christian since she was a girl but Willie had turned to alcohol and over the years had gradually ruined his health with excessive drinking.
That few minutes on his knees however, changed Willie’s life and several years later we had the privilege of being beside his bed as he made his exit from earth and stepped into heaven. To this day we try to have breakfast with Sophie every April as her birthday and the Carmack anniversary falls on the same day. She is now 97 and still going strong.





The most destructive satanic theory ever taught on planet earth was introduced big time in 1859. It had been around for centuries but was systemized and put in book form by Charles Darwin that year. Since then it has given millions, perhaps billions an excuse for behaving in immorality, conning themselves into believing they have it all figured out and can live the way they want without consequences.
When the writer was indoctrinated into the religion of evolution he lapped it up eagerly because he thought it gave him the perfect out. He wasn’t responsible to the God of the Bible (which he had heard about) and instead was just an evolved animal who had the right to live any old way he wanted to, without consequences. “Don’t judge me!”
Evolution teaches there is no life after death but that is a lie designed to eventually lead us to an eternal punishment the Bible calls hell. The conclusions of evolution are much like believing if you step out of a 10 story window toward the street below you will somehow not hit the ground.
The most compelling fact and argument I have ever heard that blows evolution away is this:
Everything we see and live amongst is going back to dust, there are no exceptions. Houses and machines are built shining and functional wonders, but eventually rust out, wear out and fall down. Mountains are eroded, trees grow to their maximum and then begin to decay and slowly go back to dust. Everything in this world is in a state of increasing disorder, going downhill into decay and eventually death. In science it’s known as the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics or the Law of Increasing Entropy (disorder). Then along comes Darwin and millions of others who are afraid to (or just don’t want to) face the truth and proclaim loudly that in opposition to all logic, observation and true science, everything is somehow magically going uphill!
Real science is ignored and billions of children are brain-washed with the theory (fairy tale) of evolution. “Don’t think about entropy (decay), ignore it, rationalize it away, don’t even consider it, actually we’re getting better! We’re going uphill not down!”
Think about it for a moment. I once knew a man who was a firm believer in evolution (I used to be also, indeed it was my religion and I defended it vigorously) and when he was told there is an Almighty God who has always existed he exclaimed “I can’t buy that! It’s illogical.” I replied, “It’s also illogical to think that the complexity in all living systems is also a happy accident. It’s also illogical to believe that something can come about from nothing,” yet that is exactly what evolution teaches. Evolution however is based on faith, not reality. My friend shook his head, turned away and still rejected God.
If we take the theory of evolution logically, we must go backward in time to a point where it’s claimed that lightning stuck a mineral soup and magically life came forth! Question: Where did the lightning come from? Where did the soup come from? Where did the minerals come from? Why don’t we just create life the way we want it? Billions of dollars are spent annually in a quest to improve upon and somehow avoid death, but still it eludes us and it always will. That’s one reason our government spends billions upon billions of dollars on a yearly basis in a never-ending search for “extra-terrestrial life.” With all of their self-proclaimed “wisdom” (actually just knowledge but called wisdom) Science can copy, but cannot duplicate “nature.” I’ll predict right now without fear of contradiction, life will be found ONLY on planet earth. Does the Bible say that explicitly? No, but I’ll eat a goldfish (make that a bowl full), if even a microbe shows up somewhere in outer space.
If the theory of evolution is true then logically, minerals must have been found in rocks that somehow came from nothing, then slowly erode into dust to form mineral soup to be hit by lighting, and so our great-great-great etc. granddaddy must have been a rock (Thank You Kent Hovind)! Where did the rock come from? Life by chance, out of nothing is totally illogical and it, if you will admit it, is impossible. That only leaves one option: We, and all that is, was, or ever were, created by a super intelligent eternal being that says in His Word that one day we will be held accountable for every idle word and thought not to mention what we actually do.
Heb 9:27 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:
There is a day of reckoning, there will be a day of settlement. We are responsible for the way we live our lives whether we want to believe it or not. It really doesn’t matter what you or I believe, logically, we came forth from the Creator and logically we will one day face Judgment for how we live because we are responsible to HIM.
It’s been said many times because it is demonstrably correct, “It’s not hard to find the truth, the difficulty is in admitting it.”
I urge you to check your premises about what you believe before it’s too late. Don’t just put this aside and say “I’ll think about that and deal with it later.” As the Bible says,
2Co 6:2 (For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.)
A wise man will seek the only real truth given, and that’s found in the Holy Bible. He will check it out. A fool will blunder on in his conceit and one day be taken into a hell of punishment that he chose himself, and which then cannot be avoided nor described.
Pr 23:9 ¶ Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words.
Joh 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Do you have to join a certain church to be saved? Of course not. Churches are planted by men, and men make mistakes and often act in their own self interest. There is only one true church, the one-on-One relationship founded by Jesus Christ the creator. The church that you can join immediately if you will go to your knees and admit to Him you have sinned against His will and law and will continue to sin against Him unless He forgives your sin, turns you around and washes you clean in His own shed blood.
If you have humbled yourself (Boy! That’s hard!), and having done that and asked for forgiveness of, and turned away from sin, then seek out a Bible-believing church, a fellowship of like-minded believers who only want to worship and praise the God that made them and who loves them eternally. That way you can learn and grow in your newly found faith.
Why are we talking about evolution when this is supposed to be about the Voice of God? Because the Creation shouts loudly of the Creator! And like the “anti Christ” evolution is a substitute for the real Christ, evolution purports to speak authoritatively about our origins when is actuality it is simply the ravings of unsaved men who are desperately attempting to appear as wise. They postulate and speculate and theorize and philophosize all in an attempt to speak wisely about where we came from and where, in their opinion, we are going.
On the other hand The Almighty speaks to us through His Word, a Word that has never been proved wrong. Indeed there are dozens, perhaps hundreds of records of men who set out to prove the Bible wrong and ended up becoming Christians!
The Bible is how God speaks to men, and now is when He speaks!

Danny had tooth trouble. A front tooth that had been crowned was now irritating him and he didn’t know if it was going to come apart or whether it was fixing to be a bad toothache. There was presently a dull ache where it should have been benign and he had finals coming up at the Christian college he attended. Besides all that semester finals were only days away and he didn’t need the distraction.
Praying, he asked The Lord to do something about it. The ache continued and the worry was still in the back of his mind until all of a sudden one day while walking to class he heard a “click” and the ache disappeared. Why was the healing delayed for several days until that particular time? Danny doesn’t know. All he knows is it arrived in time and it sticks in his mind until this day.

Brother Ed Justin was a rosy cheeked happy little man of more than eighty years when we knew him and as he related how God protected him from death once, when he should have perished. He was probably the most faithful man in the congregation of the small church he attended in middle Ohio. He loved everybody and everybody loved him. Especially he loved to sing songs of praise to the One who saved him one day long before while he was working construction during the day and drinking up his earnings at night. He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but he loved his Lord and never tired of singing. His favorite I remember was “Life is like a mountain railroad.”
Ed’s wife and children were long suffering but Mrs. Justin insisted on going to church each Sunday where she devoted herself to tending to the nursery and taking care of all the children that were too small to attend services. Ed either sat out in the car or found an excuse of urgent business each Sunday, which did not allow him to set foot inside the church while services were conducted. It was a fundamental church where the Gospel was preached with great stress put upon the necessity of the new birth (John 3:3), which would take care of the sin problem and give the sinner a new lease on life. A time or two however Ed was trapped with no way to leave where he found himself in church against his will where he heard all about hell and heaven.
In addition to being trapped into a few sermons Ed was also trapped one day where he came to face with eternity. While working in the bottom of a trench in rocky, river-run gravelly soil Ed’s job was to force each pipe joint together to seal the “O” ring that was mounted on one piece and rolled into a groove on the other making a water-tight seal.
Suddenly without warning the rocky soil of the 8’ deep trench broke and caved in, trapping Ed at the bottom, forcing his face down to the 10” pipe where a small pocket of air was formed. The weight of the rock and dirt on his back was almost too much to bear but amazingly he was able to hear through the debris of the cave-in as the crew discussed how to get him out. One man suggested getting the backhoe, and as Ed heard that he began a fervent prayer, vowing to never take another drink, he confessed every sin he could think of as he prayed to God for mercy. “Lord! Please don’t let ‘em use a backhoe, it’ll rip me to pieces!” God spoke that day, decreeing that Ed would have air to breathe and that he would not be torn apart with heavy machinery. God said in effect, “You’re forgiven Ed, now follow and serve Me.”
Cooler heads on the rescue crew prevailed as shovels and picks were carefully used to extricate a nearly dead Ed Justin who upon breathing clean air again thanked God and vowed to carry through with his commitment. Indeed Ed never took another drink, and from that day forward he even refused to trade in a grocery store that sold liquor. Ed was a regular in church sitting attentively in church and asking to sing every Sunday, praising the Lord of Heaven that heard the prayer of a drunk, gave him air to breathe and the presence of mind to repent (turn away from) of sin.
This is in a way, a personal  testimony for this writer as well, as I had the good fortune to know Ed and enjoyed his help and company as he helped in a later ministry. Two good-for-nothing sinners basking in the knowledge and pleasure of forgiven sin and a new life in Jesus Christ.
The Gospel is so simple a child can instantly understand and accept it. When a man sins, even a tiny little sin, he has disqualified himself for heaven and is doomed forever unless redemption through the new birth occurs. God says the wages of sin is death (Rom 6:23) but the gift of God is eternal life with Him. It can’t be earned, it can’t be bought, it is a gift and all a person has to do to obtain that gift is to get honest with his Creator and admit his sin. If that is done with an honest heart, repentance takes place with the lost sinner vowing to turn away from sin and to the best of his ability, follow God as taught in the Holy Bible.
Ed Justin made that commitment in the bottom of a rocky trench, someone else makes it perhaps on bended knee in church or maybe at home beside his bed. Perhaps that commitment will be made in an instant before a deadly crash, but it must be made or else the sinner will suffer forever what the Bible calls hell. The decision is called being “born again (John 3:3)” and without it there is no hope for any man.

God speaks through His creation to every man on earth every day the sun rises. He also speaks on cloudy and raining days. He speaks through the wind, through the creation spread out before us, but mostly and preferably, He speaks to us through His Word. When things look grim, when the world is falling apart, when it seems hopeless if we will simply look we will invariably find comfort and reassurance in the Bible. An unsaved man will question that statement, “How can a historical book about a tribe of wandering Jews have the answers to the questions that plague us today?” Ask God. All I know is whatever the need the answer can be found, will be found, if a person will search will all his heart.
Jer 29:13 And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
Sometimes it seems a miracle and it maybe is. When He speaks whatever it is that is desired will happen. If it takes moving a mountain the mountain will be removed. If it takes the softening a heart hardened with sin over many years. At his word, the heart will melt and the object of His intent will be turned from his present path to a path of righteousness:
Isa 55:11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
When The Lord speaks there will be no more delay. He is longsuffering to us not willing that any should perish but that we should all come to repentance and be saved (2 Pet 3:9). It may be hard to comprehend but God is not a glorified man standing out there in the heavens somewhere. He made the heavens! In addition He made every star and calls them by name!!!
Think about the latest estimates of star numbers. Some think the universe contains at least 500 billion (B) galaxies[9], and each of them containing more than 100 billion (B) stars[10].
Eze 12:28 Therefore say unto them, Thus saith the Lord GOD; There shall none of my words be prolonged any more, but the word which I have spoken shall be done, saith the Lord GOD.
Joh 5:24 Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life.
Ps 19:1 ¶ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.>> The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Isa 40:22 It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in:


Does God ever speak audibly to a man? It happened often in Bible times, but how about today? Let me relate another personal experience that welded the Voice of God into my consciousness.
The Carmacks lived about 35 miles from the church of their choice. Dick and Vernie had been members for 2 or 3 years when Dick was elected to serve as a Deacon. They were faithful to attend, driving the 70 mile round trip three times weekly, Sunday morning, Sunday and Wednesday evenings. During his service as a Deacon Dick began to hear short remarks and whispered rumors that all was not well with the preacher and his wife but he chose to ignore them, hoping time would cure the problem. The rumblings however increased until a meeting of the Deacon Board was called on a Sunday afternoon to deal with the question.
What was known was discussed and it was decided to shelve the question until the preacher could meet with the board and to clear up what was going on.
On a previous Wednesday evening, after showering and while changing clothes to attend church Dick was alone in the bedroom when he stopped short, frozen where he stood as a distinct voice asked out of nowhere (I cannot say it was audible to anyone else, but it was very clear and audible to me:)
“Will you preach for me at Pine River?”
The voice was flat and unemotional, but clear and distinct, very authoritative and there was no doubt of it's supernatural origin. Dick stood stunned, barely able to speak but managing to reply,
“If this is ego speaking, No. If this is The Lord speaking, Yes.”
Two Sundays later, completely unexpected by the congregation, the preacher stood at the pulpit and announced his resignation. A Deacon meeting was hastily called which decided for the following Thursday evening a general meeting which would be held to appoint an Interim Pastor and during the meeting was held a motion was made by Ted Sparks to appoint this writer as Interim Pastor.
When the meeting convened the following Thursday evening, the Carmacks were asked to stay in the lobby while the congregation voted on the motion and as they waited Dick told Vernie, “They’re going to vote yes.” He didn’t tell her of the voice he heard two and a half weeks earlier and she didn’t ask. After a time the meeting adjourned and the news was given that the church had voted to call him as Interim until such time as a search could be made and a permanent pastor chosen.
Dick had no experience as a pastor or as a preacher but stepped into the shoes and began preaching. Indeed he received several encouragements as to the quality of his sermons and then shortly began to struggle with the idea of applying for the permanent position. After a time of reflection and prayer he decided that God had spoken to him and had asked if he would preach at the church, and if He wanted him to be the permanent pastor He was certainly able to speak to him again or, He was able to speak through others. Dick then decided that unless he received requests from at least two different people to apply for the permanent job, he would not apply. No one asked, he did not apply and in due time a permanent pastor was called.
God was calling but the voice was not clear. Dick was being prepared to finish out his life on earth in the Ministry, in the service of God. He had already begun a Creation Ministry by renting evening space in the local mall, showing films dealing with biblical creation as opposed to evolution. Later, after his stint as Interim at his home church, the mall movies morphed into putting on Creation Seminars at area churches and still searching, after Pine River's permanent pastor was chosen, he took the creation ministry with him to a winter in Arizona where he obtained work selling trailers and motor-homes and doing Creation Seminars on weekends.
While there helping out in a tract printing ministry and receiving free housing, he began looking for a new church in which to present his creation program, After obtaining a slot for a several week seminar at the Baptist church they were attending at Apache Junction, Dick and Vernie attended a church called East Mesa Baptist where on a Sunday evening they attempted to enter only to be told there was no more room and they couldn’t come in. Shaking his head in disbelief, Dick noticed it was actually true, there it was, a church packed out on a Sunday evening with even the back pews filled completely with people listening to the sermon.
Just as they turned to leave, the preacher spoke to the doorman saying, “Go ahead. Let ‘em in, I think there are still a couple of seats.”
After the sermon the Carmacks sat and watched as the entire congregation got up and silently filed out a side door. The preacher then urged them to rise and follow the others. As they did they found themselves in another building where a long line of people carrying empty cardboard boxes went through a line and filled the boxes with all kinds of packaged foods, meat, milk and vegetables. As the crowd exited, light trucks and pickups then were filled with boxes of left-over food, which was hauled off to other churches located throughout the valley and beyond.
That night Dick slept perhaps 15 minutes out of eight hours in bed. His mind roiled and broiled as he considered what he had seen. "What an opportunity!" He thought, "What a chance to give the Gospel to folks that under different circumstances would never darken the door of a church!"
When spring came and the Carmacks returned home to Colorado, the visions of 500 people packed into a church on a Sunday night refused to leave his mind. The next several months were spent attempting to sell Real Estate and cruising the roads of Colorado, selling a piece of property here or there, making a living but with his mind on the scene he had witnessed in Arizona.
“What an opportunity! What a way to reach people who under other circumstances wouldn’t even consider attending a church and hearing a Gospel message!” Over and over the thought refused to leave his mind.
He tried his best to convince his home church (Pine River Valley Baptist) to begin a food bank ministry to help the locals with their food bills and at the same time bring the un-churched in to hear the Word.
“That’ll work in a big city but not out here in the country,” he was told over and over.
Finally in frustration he began actively looking for a building in which to begin the food bank. After driving by a rural abandoned Grange hall a dozen times he finally took notice and contacted the local representative, only to be told the building had just been rented by a “couple of preachers from Aztec.” Undeterred he told the rep (Jack McIntyre) if the Aztec preacher deal fell through please call him. A week later, Jack called and said,
“If you want the building it’s yours, I guess they don’t want it.”
“How much is the rent?”
“$100 a month for a profit, $50 for a non-profit”
The building was 12 miles out of town, about 4,000 square feet and had been sitting empty for several years. The first winter the monthly gas bill for heat on Sunday afternoon and Tuesday evening ran about $250 or about five times the rent. They had decided to hold their services on Sunday afternoon at 3 p.m. and on Tuesday evening so area church folks could attend and not forsake their respective assemblies.
Over the 12 years that followed, the Storehouse Christian Food Bank (later the Storehouse Baptist Church) paid out over $7,000 in rent in the piddling amount of $50 monthly. In addition they were given (by local merchants), an estimated $3 million worth of groceries (in an area of perhaps 60,000 people) which they in turn gave out to local people who came from as far as 70 miles away to get the groceries. The work was hard with long hours spent driving and running a route of supermarkets by Dick and many, many hours spent by Vernie taking care of the inside of the building, cleaning, packing, putting out and arranging the food along with a hundred other small tasks that appeared out of nowhere. We both had volunteer helpers from time to time that would be there for a few weeks, perhaps a few months before they moved on.
Taking a lesson from the “free breakfast” church in St. Louis, and also East Mesa Baptist in Arizona, the rules were first comes a sermon telling of God’s great sacrifice of His only Son on a bloody cross, then and only then were the groceries distributed. Also a rule was established that if you missed the sermon you couldn’t get in for groceries. That rule lasted for the most part, but with one notable exception when during the sermon an old lady with a cane got there too late. The door was locked but she just banged loudly on the windows with her cane until the management relented and let her in.
Over the next 12 years almost 1,800 sermons and Sunday School lessons were preached and taught with an average attendance of maybe 60-70 people. In addition there were perhaps 100 plus people who made professions of faith. Some were genuine, some were fake, being caught up by emotion rather than decision, but perhaps they were truly born again later. Only God Himself knows the answer to that. Dick was 62 when the Storehouse Baptist Church and Food-bank was born. Vernie was 58 and the next 12 years took their toll. Vernie's hip wore out and it became obvious a hip replacement was on the agenda. The work finally became too heavy and near the end of the 11th year plans were made to move a commercial trailer that had been given to them by a deceased brother’s (Rody) family and a living brother (Jack) about 9 miles down the road where it was set up and a new work begun, a small fellowship called “The Little Brown Church.” Only trouble was, the trailer mover wanted $400 and they didn’t have the money.
One Sunday afternoon, the Carmacks arrived at the Storehouse Foodbank and found an envelope stuck in the front door. Inside it read: “We’re vacationing up here at the Lake and just remembered we’re behind on our tithes. We’re wondering if you can use this. Enclosed was a check for $400, the exact amount needed to pay the trailer mover. Vernie sent out a “Thank You” note to the Texas address on the check and went on with other business. A week or two later, the envelope in which the “Thank You” was sent showed back up in the mail, stamped on the front with the message “No such address, Return to Sender.” The check cleared though and was duly credited to their account.
There was no way to contact the giver as the name had been lost on the deposited check and there was no need because we really knew who had given the money. It was the exact amount at exactly the right time, only a Supernatural God can do that. The incident can be explained away by an unbeliever but it will fall flat on the ears of anyone who has experienced the hand of God on his life.
Another time the Carmacks recall was when Jim, another preacher that was helping out, walked over after a service and asked, “Do you know a guy who drives a new black Ford pickup?” “No” Dick replied. “Well, he just gave me $500 and told me we had helped him out one time and now he wanted to help us.” Many was the time when the till was empty and the food bank was in sore need of funds, the money always arrived sometimes almost from nowhere. Mostly, without explanation or our understanding of what had happened.
Do you believe that God can and will speak through mystical money that is shoved under the door or delivered by a new black pickup with a driver that refuses identification? When does God speak? When He wants to. How does He speak? First of all He speaks through His word, the Holy Bible, after that His Voice is heard through “circumstances” and other people. Sometimes He speaks so you can hear Him. But mostly He nudges and pushes a little with SECRET Hands.


God often speaks through “natural disasters” but we either fail to see it or attribute it wrongly. This happens often when storms ravage an area causing a lot of damage, sometimes with a loss of life. We wonder, is God speaking to America (or Germany, Italy, Indonesia etc) “because of our sin?” This suspicion is magnified when a multiple of storms or other disasters occur during a relatively short time.
We need to be careful though not to attribute all storms and other disasters to the Almighty, either as punishments or warnings. Remember what Jesus taught when asked about the almost a score of Galilaeans suffering death when a tower collapsed,
Lu 13:4 Or those eighteen, upon whom the tower in Siloam fell, and slew them, think ye that they were sinners above all men that dwelt in Jerusalem?
He used the occasion to teach the vital importance of repentance, a true change of heart and direction giving evidence of true salvation, not merely “going forward” or “making a profession” or perhaps “receiving Jesus in my heart.” In the next verse he tells us the consequences of such self-delusion,
Lu 13:5 I tell you, Nay: but, except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish.
God surely spoke in this passage; “Don’t attribute natural events to divine intervention for if you do without true repentance, you stand in danger of hell-fire.”
If you can read or hear, a plea of ignorance will not be valid on the Day of Judgment. Unfortunately we live in an age of “easy-believism,” wherein many believe regular (or even sporadic) church attendance is all that is required to go to heaven. How many in America today are truly born again? According to polls[11] there may be as many as 45% of our population. On the other hand considering the widespread tolerance of behavior that would have made our parents cringe and our grandparents to fall on their knees in intercession to God, we are probably safe in saying that figure is probably widely exaggerated.
Are all physical events natural then? Nobody can answer that except our Maker but there is substantial evidence that indicates there is a recognizable, yet Secret Hand that certainly does seem to intervene via storms and other “natural” calamities. For example John McTernan in his widely acclaimed book “As America Has Done to Israel” makes a strong case that each time the United States takes an action detrimental to Israel, natural calamities follow, sometimes within just a few hours. Bill Koenig’s book Eye to Eye also makes the same case with both writings based on Joel 3:2 where God says He is going to bring all nations “bring them down into the valley of Jehoshaphat,” for parting (dividing) His land. In other words, when America pressures Israel to give up “land for peace” we are treading on the toes of The All-Powerful of heaven itself.
It reportedly started with George Bush Sr., in October of 1991 when he organized the Madrid Peace Conference and began the “Land for Peace (dividing Israel and giving land to the Arabs)” that initiative triggered the series of “natural” disasters besetting us that continue to this day. Whenever we make another push to force Israel to give up land or divide Jerusalem, disaster seems sure to follow.
As President Bush was opening the peace conference the “perfect storm” started building in the Atlantic and according to Wikipedia, before it was over caused more than $200 million in 1991 dollars worth of damage. The death toll was 13.
“Most of the damage occurred while the storm was extratropical, after waves up to 30 feet (10 m) struck the coastline from Canada to Florida and southeastward to Puerto Rico. In Massachusetts, where damage was heaviest, over 100 homes were destroyed or severely damaged. To the north, more than 100 homes were affected in Maine, including the vacation home of then-President George H. W. Bush. More than 38,000 people were left without power, and along the coast high waves inundated roads and buildings. In portions of New England, the damage was worse than that caused by Hurricane Bob two months earlier.”
“The home and contents were substantially damaged by a strong series of storms in late October, 1991.[2] The damage was estimated at $300,000–$400,000 and the President did receive an undisclosed amount in flood insurance, but failed to take the full deduction for storm damage on his 1991 tax return to avoid a conflict of interest as he was one responsible for declaring Maine as a 'disaster area'.”[12]
So we can safely conclude based on the evidence, God does sometimes speak through tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes and other natural disasters. But we also are required to understand that just because a tower collapses and kills some men it cannot necessarily be attributed to the Creator and controller of the elements.





Lee Mathews was only 6 years old when he realized his future looked very bleak. He was about to lose his mother and he was scared. His family had attended their little church that Wednesday night so long ago but he had panicked for a moment, and he still remembers what happened.
When the invitation in Murphy Baptist was given, Lee’s mother with tears in her eyes, stepped out of her seat and walked shakily down the isle to kneel there before the altar. Wondering what was going on, Lee paid close attention, watching carefully as the preacher knelt beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.
After a time, his mother rose, gave the preacher a half-hug and wiping her eyes made her way back to her seat. There were only 15 people in church that night but one had just met God face to face and had been born-again, receiving a new and forgiven life in Christ.
At home in bed Lee ran the scene over and over in his mind. Just exactly what had happened? His mother seemed so happy, so content to now trust in God instead of herself. The next day as she prepared the meals she hummed happily and the look on her face looked almost heavenly.
“Momma, what happened? Why are you so happy? What happened? Did you see Jesus? Did He say something? What happened?”
“I was born-again and I’m going to heaven.”
Wow! After a few more questions Lee’s mother explained what the Bible said in John 3:3
“…Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.”
Lee’s Dad was a dentist. He had been in the Medical Corps in the Army and after the war, had met and married Lee’s mother. He spent his weekdays at his office in town and the evenings and on weekends was a part time farmer on their small place just outside of Wentworth. Lee helped out on the farm and questioned his Dad about what had happened to his mother.
“Son,” he explained, “You don’t go back into your mother’s body and get born again physically, it’s a ‘spiritual rebirth.’ That means when you understand everyone has sinned and you have too,… You have sinned haven’t you?”
“Yes,” the boy replied, “I’ve done a lot of bad things.”
“Well, it’s not just being sorry for sinning, it’s being sorry enough that you have offended God and that you don’t want to live that way anymore, you want to change. God has to wash your sin away with Jesus’ blood and give you a new start so you’ll be fit for heaven, because no sin, not even a little tiny one can be allowed in heaven.”
As the days went progressed, the boy thought about it and finally the next Sunday made his decision. This time when the invitation was given, Lee too went forward. He was then counseled by the preacher and after an examination of what he understood and what he believed, was assured that when this life is over, he and his mother will spend life together in heaven.
As the years rolled by, Lee became a man, attended college and later spent several years preaching in a small town about 80 miles west and a little north of Wentworth all the while working full time.
God is so good. Did He speak to a small boy when he feared losing his mother to a place called heaven? Yes, The Almighty speaks in mysterious ways. Each person is different and a different method is used on each of his children. One needs a helping hand, another needs a stern warning, perhaps another needs isolation but God Does Speak!

In this chapter we will deal with what we consider to be the direct voice of God. We will begin with a story that may leave some readers if not speechless, at least forced into deep thought when we consider what may lie directly ahead in this the 21st Century for the true believers in the Lord Jesus Christ. When if the day comes, we are faced with either living or dying for Christ, what will we do?
Bear in mind however what you are about to read is only one story of thousands, and if they were to be written in as many books as necessary, millions of testimonies such as this could be related.
The story takes place in Emerita in Lusitania in A.D. 302.[13] The reader is encouraged to take his time and to stop occasionally while reading and consider how he would react if the events recorded here were to happen to him or to someone he loves. Remember, this story is an actual historical event and is copied verbatim from the book, MARTYRS MIRROR by Thieleman J. van Braght.
You can say, “Won’t happen to me. Nobody is that depraved.” The Bible testifies that in days to come, there will be a time of decision for all who claim the name of Christ. Rev 13 gives us an account of the “mark of the beast”
At this time there was a Christian maiden called Eulalia, not more than twelve or thirteen years old, who was filled with such a desire and ardor of the spirit, to die for the name of Christ, that her parents had to take her out of the city of Merida, to some distant country seat, and closely confine her there. But this place could not extinguish the fire of her spirit, or long confine her body; for, having escaped on a certain night she went very early the following day before the tribunal, and with a loud voice said to the Judge and the whole magistracy; “Are you not ashamed to cast your own souls and those of others at once into eternal perdition by denying the only true God, the Father of us all, and the Creator of all things? O ye wretched men! Do you seek the Christians that you may put them to death? Behold, here am I, an adversary of your satanical sacrifices, I confess with heart and mouth God alone; but Isis, Apollo, and Venus are vain idols.”
The Judge before whose tribunal Eulalia spoke thus boldly, was fill with rage, and called the executioner, commanding him to take her away speedily, strip her, and inflict various punishments on her; so that she, said he, may feel the gods of our fathers, through the punishment, and may learn that it will be hard for her, to despise the command of our Prince (that is, of Maximian).
But before he allowed matters to proceed so far, he addressed her with these soft words: “How gladly would I spare thee! O that thou mightest renounce before thy death thy perverse views of all the Christian religion? Reflect once, what great joy awaits thee, which thou mayest expect in the honorable state of matrimony, Behold all thy friends weep for thee, and thy sorrow-stricken, well-born kindred sigh over thee, that thou art to die in the tender bloom of thy young life, See the servants stand ready to torture thee to death with all sorts of torments; for thou shalt either be beheaded with the sword, or torn by the wild beasts, or singed with torches, which will cause thee to howl and wail, because thou wilt not be able to endure the pain; or, lastly be burned with fire. Thou canst escape all these tortures with little trouble, if thou wilt only take a few grains of salt and incense on the tips of thy fingers and sacrifice it. Daughter, consent to this, and thou shalt thereby escape all these severe punishments.”
This faithful martyr did not think it worth the trouble to reply either to the entreating or the threatening words of the Judge, but, to say it briefly, pushed far away from her and upset* the images, the altar, censor, sacrificial book, etc. A certain author speaks of her having spit into the face of the tyrant: which is to be understood of the image or idol*. Instantly two executioners came forward, who tore her tender limbs, and with cutting hooks or claws cut open her sides to the very ribs.
 *A. Mell, 1st book, fol. 105, col. 4, and fol. 106, col.1, 2, compared with J. Gys, fol. 23, col. 3, ex Prudent. Steph. Hym. 3
Eulalia, counting and recounting the gashes on her body said, “Behold, Lord Jesus Christ! Thy name is being written on my body; what great delight it affords me to read these letters, because they are signs of Thy victory! Behold, my purple blood confesses Thy holy name.”
This she spoke with an undaunted and happy countenance, evincing not the least sign of distress, though the blood flowed like a fountain from her body. After she had been pierced through to her ribs with pincers, they supplied burning lamps and torches to the wounds in her side, and to her abdomen. Finally the hair of her head was ignited by flames, and taking it in her mouth, she was suffocated by it. This was the end of this heroine, young in years, but old in Christ, who loved the doctrine of her Savior more than her own life.
This happened in Lusitania at Emerita, now called Merida or Medina del Rio Sacco, in the uttermost or lowest part of Spain under the Emperor Maximain and the Procounsul Dacian, as may clearly be seen in ancient writers, and also in the afore-mentioned authors.”
We now have the question before us, “Did Eulalia hear the voice of God calling her to give her life as a testimony for Him?” Any purported answer to that question would be necessarily long and questionable. Only two know for certain, Eulalia and her Lord, but it would be a miracle in itself if one were to die such a horrible death for merely a delusion.

Heb 1: 1 ¶ God, who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets,
2 Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds;
There are many passages where God spoke in an audible voice to men and He will speak in the future both audibly and through other means:
Most often however, He speaks through His Word (the Bible) and...He speaks with a still, small voice.
He walked and talked with Adam and Eve in the Garden and He spoke to Cain after he had killed his brother Abel.
He spoke to Hagar in the wilderness and He spoke in person to Abraham on the plains of Mamre when he began to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah;
Lot had separated himself from uncle Abraham because of overcrowding of available pasture and pitched his tent toward the well watered plains of Jordan which was like the Garden of Eden in those days:
Ge 13: 10 ¶ And Lot lifted up his eyes, and beheld all the plain of Jordan, that it was well watered every where, before the LORD destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, even as the garden of the LORD, like the land of Egypt, as thou comest unto Zoar.
And then the Lord spoke to Abraham and gave him all the land that he could see
Ge 13: 14  ¶ And the LORD said unto Abram, after that Lot was separated from him, Lift up now thine eyes, and look from the place where thou art northward, and southward, and eastward, and westward:
15 For all the land which thou seest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed for ever.
God also tells Abraham that he will destroy the twin cities of evil, Sodom and Gomorrah because the stench of their sin had reached unto heaven:
Ge 18:1-33 ¶ And the LORD appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day…and spoke in an audible voice face to face with Abraham.
This chapter also recounts the bargaining of Abraham with the Lord, which undoubtedly accounts for the general belief of the Jewish people being able bargainers in any transaction, monetary or otherwise.
In the following God spares a pagan’s life after speaking to him in a dream; the King of Gerar’s eyes had landed on Sarah, the very attractive wife of Abraham and having the power had ordered her placed in his harem:
Ge 20:3 ¶ But God came to Abimelech in a dream by night, and said to him, Behold, thou art but a dead man, for the woman which thou hast taken; for she is a man's wife.
And God spoke again when He called Abraham to offer up his only son, Isaac as a burnt offering:
Ge 22:2 And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.
The list is far from exhaustive but tells us that God does indeed, at various times speak audibly to His people and also to unbelievers. Do you remember the dream of Nebuchadnezzar about the great tree whose limbs spread to cover the earth?  God spoke through the prophet Daniel who conveyed to Nebuchadnezzar the grim tidings:
Heaven itself would drive him (Nebu) from power and make him like a beast of the field until he knew and understood the “Most High ruleth in the kingdom of men and give it to whomsoever he will.” (Dan 4:32)
Da 4:31 While the word was in the king's mouth, there fell a voice from heaven, saying, O king Nebuchadnezzar, to thee it is spoken; The kingdom is departed from thee.
At that instant a mighty king surrounded with gold and silver was driven to his knees where he ate grass and slept in the fields for 7 years. How the mighty can fall!
Has God warned you of personal Judgment to come?  Has He spoken audibly? Did it sound like a trumpet? Did He speak to your heart? Perhaps He had simply spoken quietly to the recesses of your mind. Consider the possibility as we continue to examine the record.
And then we have God speaking from heaven at the baptism of Jesus:
Lu 3:22 And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased.
When Jesus announced that his hour had come and that he would be crucified:
Joh 12:28 Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.
In the future He will speak with the sound of a trumpet at the resurrection and gathering of his elect:
Mt 24:31 And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other. My concordance says:  (with a trumpet, and a great voice).
1Th 4:16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
As the book of End-Times (Revelation) was being written He spoke the John the Revelator with a voice like a trumpet:
Re 4:1 ¶ After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter.
He says He will speak through an angel during the Day of His Wrath:
Re 8:13 And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!
He will speak through the thunder:
Re 10:4 And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Seal up those things which the seven thunders uttered, and write them not.
God showed John things that mere humans (except those near heaven perhaps) are unable to bear. John saw and understood but was prohibited from telling you and me.
He speaks from heaven when the two witnesses have lain in the streets for 3 ½ days:
Re 11:12 And they heard a great voice from heaven saying unto them, Come up hither. And they ascended up to heaven in a cloud; and their enemies beheld them.
He speaks 8 more times in Revelation and finishes with this proclamation:
Re 21:3 And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
QUESTION: Has He spoken to you, that you are a lost sinner, basking in your own illusions, believing that you can live any old way you want, and not suffer the consequences of dishonoring His Name? If you believe He hasn’t you just haven’t been paying attention
Do you think He has told you that you are special and in your case He will make an exception and let you be saved the way you want to be saved, instead of the way that He described in the Bible? Not in a million years!
John the Baptist preached repentance. Jesus preached repentance. There is no way other than the shed blood of Jesus Christ on the Cross! God just told us, repent today and be washed clean!

There are 7 billion people alive on earth today and God is simultaneously speaking to each one of them all at the same time. Every heart is different thus He speaks in 7 billion different ways. Following are three incidents in the life of the writer. At the time of their happening I didn’t realize what was happening but looking back it became crystal clear, all precisely fitting pieces of my life’s jigsaw puzzle. I call them the dreams of “sitting, seeing and eating.”
When I was a teen-ager, though I can’t recall the exact time or even circumstances related to it, I remember a dream that is just as vivid today as it was several score years ago. Taken by itself the dream could easily be written off as caused by too much pizza but when you add it into the mix of all the other parts of a Sovereign God speaking to a speck of dust on a ball of mud called earth, it all makes sense.
I was in a levitated sitting position, perhaps 2 feet off the ground with my legs extended out in front of my body. There was a rock wall on my right that was about 7 feet tall. I was moving, rapidly, without effort, an observer might have described my flight path something like that of a model airplane. After moving to the left of the scene and down an unobstructed walkway, all the while cruising, I came to a right angle turn, which was negotiated without error still maintaining my 2 foot of elevation. After making the turn to the right the horizontal plane turned to an elevated angle as I ascended toward infinity. I recall seeing the horizon in the distance with blue skies and perhaps a cloud or two.
That’s where it ended, abruptly as I woke from sleep and wondered about what I had just “experienced.” It seemed so real and unlike most dreams each minute detail could be recalled exactly. It’s been over 60 years and to this day I can still feel the exhilaration and euphoria of the weightless trip. The writer sincerely believes (and it is real to me though perhaps not to the reader) he was given a glimpse of our mode of travel in the world to come. By just thinking it, we will be able to transport ourselves from one location to another.
The second dream came when I was a man of maybe 45. My wife and kids had talked me into attending church a few times and I either heard about it from the preacher or perhaps I read it in the Bible in a vain attempt to please my family to try to understand God’s Word.
I was in a vast field of wheat as it waved back and forth in a light wind. It stretched in all directions as far as the eye could see. Off to the right, perhaps at a distance of several miles I could see a city that seemingly reached to the top of the sky. It rose majestically out of the field of wheat with perimeter walls seemingly a mile high. Above that I could see the city reaching for the sky and gradually fading into the limitless elevation between earth and heaven. It was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. That’s all there was. No voice, no message though the vision is still vivid as these words are written.
Did I get a vision, a view of the New Jerusalem that will measure 6 thousand furlongs (about 1,500 miles) on all sides?
Re 21:16 And the city lieth foursquare, and the length is as large as the breadth: and he measured the city with the reed, twelve thousand furlongs. The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal.
Again, perhaps it was nothing more than imagination after possibly hearing a sermon on the topic. I really don’t know, but I know I will never forget the sight as it was burned indelibly into my consciousness and can be recalled instantly.
Dream number three took place when the writer was in his early sixties. Having heard an audible call from God to preach as Interim in our home church after our Pastor unexpectedly resigned, I served in that position for maybe 4 months. The church called a permanent Pastor and I went back to my real estate business but had a nagging feeling that I needed to be about the business of ministry. Should I close my real estate office and go out seeking support? Or should I continue selling property and conduct ministry only part time? These were questions that had to be resolved. I had been a Christian for 9 years, was self-educated and here I was contemplating a full-time ministry without any way to pay the bills and little stomach for going out to churches seeking support.
The youngest girls had graduated Bible college in 1990 and ’91 and had married young preachers the summer of 1991. The nest was empty. The writer was turning 62 the winter of 92-93 and decided to take early retirement on Social Security. It was a meager amount but would at least buy groceries, rent coming in some other way as we didn’t own a home. While contemplating beginning a food bank ministry we wondered how we could pay rent on the building, the utilities, buy fuel for the pickup along with other incidental expenses.
Then one night the writer had a third dream. I was walking slowly around a rectangular garden filled with trees and bushes all of which seemed to loaded with fruit. I was carrying a 30-30 rifle. The path was about 10 feet wide and on the outside a forest lay and as I turned a corner a large 4 point buck jumped out of the woods. Instantly I swung the rifle to my shoulder and with one shot, down he went. Then an audible voice suddenly penetrated my heart, “God will provide.”
The doubts vanished, the decision was made to start the food bank and we proceeded with our plans. We rented the building beginning January 1, 1993, the same day Social Security kicked in. I had already contacted area grocery stores and they had agreed to give us their out-dated product that would normally hit a dumpster. On the night of December 31, 1992 it snowed enough I had to spend an hour of shoveling before I was able to begin the routes to the stores. But after that, we never looked back (at least not that I can recall), and true to His Word, God supplied and dream three completed the message from then on, God would provide what we would eat.
I believe I heard the voice of God through 3 dreams. I can’t prove it but that’s OK.

The title of this book is “SECRET HANDS” and some would disagree with the stories told, arguing none are conclusive that God interacts directly with men. If though, the Bible is the Word of God, there can be no doubt that He really does speak through and to men and in the case that will be copied below, He spoke in righteous judgment painting an unforgettable object lesson to all of mankind that saw or even heard about the event. Skeptics can scoff, men can stop their ears and close their eyes but the truth remains that God is real and He does speak audibly to some, thundering to multitudes in other cases and occasionally in a manner that demonstrates His power to all.
The Scripture that follows leaves no doubt that God spoke through Moses and dramatically dispatched a group of rebels to eternal damnation.
Nu 16:23 ¶ And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying,
 24 Speak unto the congregation, saying, Get you up from about the tabernacle of Korah, Dathan, and Abiram.
 25 And Moses rose up and went unto Dathan and Abiram; and the elders of Israel followed him.
 26 And he spake unto the congregation, saying, Depart, I pray you, from the tents of these wicked men, and touch nothing of theirs, lest ye be consumed in all their sins.
 27 So they gat up from the tabernacle of Korah, Dathan, and Abiram, on every side: and Dathan and Abiram came out, and stood in the door of their tents, and their wives, and their sons, and their little children.
 28 And Moses said, Hereby ye shall know that the LORD hath sent me to do all these works; for I have not done them of mine own mind.
 29 If these men die the common death of all men, or if they be visited after the visitation of all men; then the LORD hath not sent me.
 30 But if the LORD make a new thing, and the earth open her mouth, and swallow them up, with all that appertain unto them, and they go down quick into the pit; then ye shall understand that these men have provoked the LORD.
 31 And it came to pass, as he had made an end of speaking all these words, that the ground clave asunder that was under them:
 32 And the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed them up, and their houses, and all the men that appertained unto Korah, and all their goods.
 33 They, and all that appertained to them, went down alive into the pit, and the earth closed upon them: and they perished from among the congregation.
“According to the commentaries, Korach was an incredibly righteous man who never sinned until he rebelled against Moses and Aaron,” explained Rabbi Trugman. “His claim that all the Jews were equal was a valid claim, but it was made at the wrong time. His vision was for the messianic era, which is why he wasn’t killed. According to the Midrash (Bible commentary), he was swallowed up by the earth and will reemerge in the days preceding the Messiah.”[14]

The foregoing is almost breathtaking. As our nation and others struggle attempting to decide which candidate they will support for president, or how can we put food on the table for this evening’s meal, we miss the obvious. If you are a born again (John 3:3) child of God you are immortal until His purposes are complete and calls us home.
We are totally in His hands. He promises to provide for us and provide He will. God also assures us that if we are appointed as one of those that will undergo extreme tribulation, He will allow nothing that we cannot bear. If even death stares us in the face, we are not to flinch, not to deny our faith. We are to remember His promise to see us through.
What about the Christians that are perishing and being tortured and abused in the Middle-East, some being beheaded by the monsters calling themselves ISIS? We need only read the last book of the Bible to know that in the end, every criminal will get his just due and every believer and martyr will be exalted and share the glory of God forever!

Hans and Erika Steinbach started going to the food bank because of the free groceries that were provided after each church service. They lived in a small village where Hans collected junk metal and batteries and selling them for scrap managed to keep enough money in his pocket to give Erika a little now and then for groceries.
Hans was on the bottle for most of his life, his dad had been a drunk and though he detested what his dad was, he became the same. Erika suffered in silence, thinking that was her lot in life. She dutifully did what she could, but to no avail as all of the children took after their father and followed him into drug and alcohol abuse. The whole family wore 2nd hand clothing and livid in a run-down house that had been added onto with scrap to make room for the kids as they came along. Things looked pretty bleak most of the time for the Steinbach family.
Then one day someone told Erika about the food bank and when the groceries ran low enough she managed to talk Hans into going because the report was that each person, not each family, got to carry away a box of free groceries. Both Hans and Erika had been taught the Bible when they were little because their mothers and grandmothers fussed over them and prayed over them that somehow God would see them through. Hans’ grandmother in particular was a prayer warrior who spent countless hours praying for and teaching her grandson, hoping he would be able to find his way.
The Steinbachs drove 40 miles one way, twice weekly to hear first a sermon and then being able to fill their boxes with out-of-date groceries collected from area supermarkets. It didn’t take long till Hans began contributing his opinion of different Bible teachings remembering from his childhood what Grandma had drilled into his little head as she looked to heaven for guidance on how to look after her children and their children.
One Sunday afternoon Erika came under conviction of the Holy Ghost and trembling at the front of the church, kneeling there a few feet from the pulpit gave her heart to God. When she rose to her feet her face was radiant, shining with the love of a merciful and loving God who had forgiven her sin and saved her soul. The following Tuesday evening after the sermon she sought out the preacher and imploring him asked again and again what she could do for Hans to have him saved also. With faith the preacher answered, “Pray for him. There’s no power stronger than prayer. Pray for him.” Turning away disappointed, but believing, she promised to do just that.
The very next Sunday as the Steinbach vehicle chugged, coughed and missed, up the long hill a few miles south of the food bank, Hans swore they wouldn’t make it and vowed to turn around and go home at the first wide spot. Erika urged him to continue, “We’ll make it,” she said. Sure enough, another half mile up the road and the old truck smoothed out and ran perfectly the rest of the way. We talked later and mused about how 2 demons were on the front doing their best to stall the truck finally giving up, but God was pushing on the back.
There were two preachers at the food bank, working together to preach, to counsel with the people and to help with food distribution. As the sermon closed that afternoon the preacher closed his Bible, and turning to leave noticed old Hans kneeling there on the floor with the other preacher who had his arm over his back and was talking to him. Telling the story later, preacher #2 testified, “I just told him Erika was now saved and was going to heaven and if he ever wanted to see her again after death, he had to get right with God and get saved.”
Preacher #1 who had just preached the sermon, told what he saw as he walked by, “I thought to myself, that’s a phony if I ever saw one, that old man’s not going to get saved. But boy was I wrong! That was probably 25 years ago and now old Hans is still going. He threw away the booze, attends church every week and a bible study in the middle. He is very opinionated and regularly declares, “That’s not right,” “My Grandma said,” Whatever it was that Grandma said.
The grounding of a small child is of prime importance, we know that from what the Preacher taught in Proverbs:
Pr 22:6 ¶ Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.





One time in the life journey of the author, he worked for a time as a traveling salesman for a nation-wide company on a commission basis. Sales were good and commissions were adequate and one summer day was looking forward to flying the next day to Los Angeles at company expense, for their yearly sales meeting. That night I went to bed at my usual time and already had the bag packed for the flight the next day. During the night I had a dream.
“There was an airplane either floating or resting in shallow water with dozens of people exiting, standing in groups on the wing while small boats shuttled them off in turn to the shore not too far away. The scene was vivid. Enough so when he awoke he told his wife, “I had a dream last night and dreamed the airplane either crashed or made a forced landing in water and I don’t think I want to fly to Los Angeles.”
Agreeing the trip was not a necessity, George and his wife unpacked his bags and put the clothing away. The trip was forgotten until that same evening on the TV news there was a story of a flight that left Phoenix and had to make an emergency landing in the harbor near LAX. We weren’t able to determine whether or not it was the flight I was supposed to take, but the lesson was clear:
There is a supernatural world, and from the world that lies beyond we sometimes get messages or helps from sources unknown. There is a power in the supernatural that knows the future. Sometimes that power communicates with this world. Sometimes in dreams, sometimes in pre-cognition, occasionally as an audible voice.
Did God speak through that dream so long ago? You will have to decide.

Sunny Blotkins was devastated. Her precious engagement ring was ruined. The center diamond set was lost! Her arms were full of packages when she noticed it. Hastily depositing them in the back seat of the car she checked again to see if her wedding ring was still there, it was. Then she carefully retraced her steps back to the Supermarket watching intently looking, looking for the precious small stone.
Back and forth she went but no ring was to be seen. She scanned every square foot she could remember, even going back into the store looking carefully at every step of the way, but no diamond set was to be found. Dejectedly she finally gave up and drove back home where Joe was playing with their small son. With tears Sunny told her story while her husband consoled her and promised to buy a replacement as soon as possible.
Sleep that night was scant. Tossing and turning and alternately shedding a few tears as she relived her steps over and over again, back and forth, until finally with exhaustion she drifted off to sleep.
Waking, the young Mrs. Blotkins was suddenly convinced the search was not over and as soon as breakfast was over, she quickly drove back to the store. There in the morning light she caught a glint off a small stone lying there beside her parking spot of the previous evening. Picking it up she wasn’t sure it was the right stone but it looked about right. Hurrying down the street a few blocks she found a Jeweler who quickly confirmed,
“Well, it must be the same one because it fits perfectly.”
Sunny could hardly believe what she had heard as she quickly authorized the Jeweler to re-set her precious diamond. Joe was happy also, he didn’t have to buy another one. Miracles sometime come in the form of a shiny spot in a parking lot. And what told Sunny to give it another try down at the super store? There was no rational chance that a very small diamond would lie for hours in a parking lot with being run over by a car or being seen by someone who would pause and pick it up.


The writer stands in his north facing window and sees a panorama of lush green fields with the summer sun about to break over the north east horizon. As he gazes at the rising sun, his eye is gradually drawn back to his left where he sees it fading into night but with storm clouds, rain, funnel clouds, erupting volcanoes and a spectre of war moving fast and overlaying the panorama of peace.
The world is erupting in turmoil. Ebola, the plague and Zika are just the latest of the pestilences that torment earth. Before them were several “flu” viruses and all sorts of diseases and pestilences that had become common, though those are seldom mentioned in the media. In addition to disease we have riots in Ferguson, Missouri, Baltimore, Oakland, and Harlem. But America’s first black president, instead of setting an example of calm, slyly encourages the pitting of black and white against the other. He ran on a platform of fundamentally changing America and change it he has. Given a little more time he will probably completely destroy it.
“What’s next,” the writer wonders?
Standing there he looks inward, musing over events of his life and wonders if things are coming to a head? Are we nearing the end of this age? Is great tribulation about to engulf all of mankind instead of just China, Africa, South America, Europe and the Middle East? Are ancient prophecies being fulfilled or is it all just a temporary interruption in the long and often difficult journey of mankind?
Many argue that science will eventually solve our problems, indeed, if we read the literature, we seem well on our way to even the conquering of death itself. Gigantic leaps are being made in medicine and DNA, RNA technology, Artificial Intelligence and other disciplines and we are constantly told if we can just weather the present storms, unending prosperity, perhaps even unending life lies barely beyond the horizon.
But is it all wishful thinking? Could it be that Bible prophecies are really being fulfilled before our eyes and that judgment is close around the corner?
Man is born at odds with God born already in original sin, and indeed it has to be that way. Men are not automatically forgiven of sin and ushered into heaven when death comes, because if they were, sinners would be in heaven and heaven would no longer be heaven. Instead, men are given a choice: They can continue to live for themselves, in denial of the sin in their lives, or they can choose to humble themselves before their Maker, believe on His Son and ask for forgiveness which will be instantly granted.
God speaks on a daily basis to every last soul on this earth, “Follow me, seek me, find me and gain eternal life and forgiveness of sin.”

Following is a selected story from the pages of a book published at the turn of the 20th Century. Here is a portion of the preface of the book, taken from a reprint by
“Solomon B. Shaw was a wise recorder of life-and-death scenes. His best-known book is "Dying Testimonies of Saved and Unsaved", originally published in 1898.

”In this most touching, and spiritually rewarding book, Shaw records the dying scenes, and the last words, of both the saved and unsaved, both famous and unknown. You will see the tremendous difference between those who are Born Again and those who have refused salvation, as they approach the hour of their death. As one physician once remarked, "Christians die well". Biblical doctrines which saints of God have believed all their lives sustain them wonderfully in the hour of their death.”
Sir Francis Newport was trained in early life to understand the great truths of the gospel; and while in early manhood it was hoped that he would become an ornament and a blessing to his family and the nation, the result was far otherwise. He fell into company that corrupted his principles and his morals. He became an avowed infidel, and a life of dissipation soon brought on a disease that was incurable. When he felt that he must die, he threw himself on the bed, and after a brief pause, be exclaimed as follows: "Whence this war in my heart? What argument is there now to assist me against matters of fact? Do I assert that there is no hell, while I feel one in my own bosom? Am I certain there is no after retribution, when I feel present judgment? Do I affirm my soul to be as mortal as my body, when this languishes, and that is vigorous as ever? O that any one would restore unto me that ancient gourd of piety and innocence! Wretch that I am, whither shall I flee from this breast? What will become of me?"
An infidel companion tried to dispel his thoughts, to whom he replied. "That there is a God, I know, because I continually feel the effects of His wrath; that there is a hell I am equally certain, having received an earnest of my inheritance there already in my breast; that there is a natural conscience I now feel with horror and amazement, being continually upbraided by it with my impieties, and all my iniquities, and all my sins brought to my remembrance. Why God has marked me out for an example of His vengeance, rather than you, or any one of my acquaintance, I presume is because I have been more religiously educated, and have done greater despite to the Spirit of grace. O that I was to lie upon the fire that never is quenched a thousand years, to purchase the favor of Gods and be reunited to Him again! But it is a fruitless wish. Millions of millions of years will bring me no nearer to the end of my torments than one poor hour. O, eternity, eternity! Who can discover the abyss of eternity? Who can paraphrase upon these words -- forever and ever?"
Lest his friends should think him insane, he said: "You imagine me melancholy, or distracted. I wish I were either; but it is part of my judgment that I am not. No; my apprehension of persons and things is more quick and vigorous than it was when I was in perfect health; and it is my curse, because I am thereby more sensible of the condition I am fallen into. Would you be informed why I am become a skeleton in three or four days? See now, then. I have despised my Maker, and denied my Redeemer. I have joined myself to the atheist and profane, and continued this course under many convictions, till my iniquity was ripe for vengeance, and the just judgment of God overtook me when my security was the greatest, and the checks of my conscience were the least."
As his mental distress and bodily disease were hurrying him into eternity, he was asked if he would have prayer offered in his behalf; he turned his face, and exclaimed, "Tigers and monsters! are ye also become devils to torment me? Would ye give me prospect of heaven to make my hell more intolerable?"
Soon after, his voice failing, and uttering a groan of inexpressible horror, he cried out, "OH, THE INSUFFERABLE PANGS OF HELL!" and died at once, dropping into the very hell of which God gave him such an awful earnest, to be a constant warning to multitudes of careless sinners. --

A very recent experience needs to be included in these pages. A friend and I were having breakfast in the lobby of our hotel (my friend had graciously paid for the room) when a rather shabby man was seen standing with his plate in hand looking around the room. His eye fell on us, then he ambled over and without invitation sat down at our table. There were other empty tables in the lobby, but he chose to sit with us.
My friend and I looked at each other in surprise as the stranger proceeded to eat his breakfast and down his coffee. We both said “Good Morning.”
“Mornin.’” he replied.
“Are you staying here in the hotel?”
“Yeah.” he mumbled
After surveying the scene for a minute or two, I asked him “What do you do for a living?”
“Lotta things.”
“Do you live around here?”
“Are you a Christian?”
“Do you know what it means to be born again?”
A puzzled look crossed his face, so I asked, “Have you asked the Lord Jesus to forgive your sin and come into your heart?”
The stranger mumbled something, indicating he had, picked up his plate and walked away. I looked at my friend as he shrugged his shoulders. Looking up, our rather strange friend had disappeared. I looked down the hallway but failed to see him. Did we have a short visitation of an angel, or perhaps it was just a homeless man getting a free breakfast?
Where did he come from? Did he just sneak in off the street to get a free breakfast? That wasn’t likely because our hotel sat a half-mile from town and it wasn’t likely anyone would walk that far, taking a chance on being thrown out, in search of a few bites to eat and a cup of coffee. Was it really possible God sent an angel showing us both that He is a real God who is constantly watching over His children? I have to consider that possibility. Jesus knows.
I’m certainly not claiming our friend was an angel. The circumstances however were strange, and the thought is lodged in the back of my mind that perhaps that’s what happened. Was it important how we treated our uninvited guest? The Bible says it’s always important how we treat “strangers.” Any reason why I would think about that? Were all the afterthoughts unimportant? I don’t have a clue, at least not at this time, maybe later.
I do know this, the SECRET hands of God are all around us, we just fail to see.
Isa 33:22 For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; he will save us.
Jack Thurmon was 10 years old when he and a friend snuck into a neighbors barn and using pocket knives cut the strings on every bale of hay they could get to. Old man Joshua Cummings who owned the place had run them off the previous day when he found them trespassing while hunting rabbits.
“Old coot! I’m gonna get even!”
“Me too.”
A day or two later, before their crime was found out, some older boys were caught while vandalizing the Cummings house with graffiti while the old man and his wife were in town. A neighbor happened to see them and after informing Mr. Cummings it wasn’t long till the sheriff had them in custody. That afternoon Jack heard the old man tell his father the same boys that had painted up the house had also no doubt, cut all the bale strings down at the barn.
“That was close! Razor thin!” Jack and friend exclaimed.
Over the next 5 years Jack seemed to be made of grease the way he slipped out of trouble, time and time again. Judgment seemed a long way off but things were about to change. One night when he and two friends were spreading red paint around and turning over outdoor privies, a deputy stepped out of the shadows and almost instantly had them in the back seat of a locked patrol car!
Mr. Thurmon was summoned and after assuring the sheriff Jack would be in his office the following morning, judicial justice was pronounced that evening at the Thurmon house and swiftly applied with a razor strap. That was the last whipping he got before leaving home, but only after repairing the turned over toilets and finishing all the paint jobs that had been started in red were finished off in proper colors, was the curfew lifted. The summer work earning and paying the money to pay for the paint hurt more than the whipping, Jack ruefully commented later.
Another thing that rankled him was Dad’s insistence on church, three times a week, twice on Sunday and also Wednesday evening. He heard about Jesus, he heard about heaven and hell, and even went forward once to be told he was now a Christian, but that also seemed to slip away.
Then one day his thumb carried him to Jackson where he lied about his age and was soon wearing the uniform of the United States Navy. It was a four year hitch with ups and downs of military life. In less than a year he made Seaman First Class, only to be busted a week later for fighting at a bar downtown. A few days later, ambling along looking for something to get into he noticed a little red book only about 3” square that had been trod on many times and finally kicked into the gutter. Reaching down he found the Gospel of John pretty much intact and having nothing better to do he began to read. As he read he found himself becoming fascinated with the story, as over and over again he read the small book.
Conviction came with a rush. Jack Thurmon suddenly realized he was standing in the Judgment of God and was nearing the flames of hell. Going to his knees, that evening there in the barracks, he sealed it all up and never looked back again. When his hitch was done, as a committed Christian he landed a job as a roustabout on an oil rig and soon found himself transferring to Amarillo, TX where at his church he met and eventually married Jolene, a beautiful and dedicated Christian girl.
It didn’t all end in sweetness and light however. As the years went by and children came, first Bobbie the only son, then in quick order three girls. Jolene and Jack were faithful to attend, tithe and pray for their church, but as the children reached puberty problems began to set it. Once when the oldest girl decided she was leaving home, a wrestling match took place in her effort to have her way. That ended only when Jack physically pinned her on the floor and ignored her screams for help till she finally gave up and went to her room where she called the Law, claiming her father had hurt her. The deputy listened to her story and then told Jack and Jolene there was nothing he could do as the girl had turned 18.
Jack exploded! “Eighteen! She’s only 15!”
Back to the bedroom the deputy went and after threatening the daughter with Juvenile Detention if she tried it again, things settled down and eventually peace was restored, with no more threats of running away.
Other trials came their way, but one by one they were resolved by whatever was needed. Today, the Thurmon house dwells in peace, Bobbie and the girls all have married and have children of their own, and no doubt are fighting their own battles as the process of overcoming childhood obstinence takes place on a daily basis. God is good, seeing the future, giving us a little push here or there and putting a miniature Bible on a dusty street at just the right place where an errant Seaman would find and read it, believe it and give his life to Christ.
If we could just see them, the SECRET Hands of Almighty God are right there
In plain sight.



Following is the author’s account of his experience of being a guinea pig in an atom bomb test. This account first appeared in another book entitled “Ancient Prophecies of the Burdens.”


For those who may be interested, we are including here, an account of our own personal experience when the writer was a guinea pig in an atomic test:  This writer was stationed at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri (Corps of Engineers, U.S. Army) in early spring of 1953 when many of us were ordered as “volunteers” to board a train for Nevada to participate in an atomic test.
It was early, perhaps an hour before sun-up on a chilly March morning. We had been trucked to the site the afternoon before, a few miles from Camp Desert Rock which lay about 80 miles north of Las Vegas, Nevada. We had come almost 1,600 miles from Missouri to be the “invited” (ordered) but reluctant guinea pigs in an atomic test called "Operation UPSHOT-KNOTHOLE, “1953 (CONUS “Continental United States).” We were told the device to be tested was of approximately the same size as “Little Boy” that was dropped on the Japanese city of Hiroshima on 6 August 1945 which was followed shortly by another called 'FatMan' over Nagasaki on 9 August.” If our recollection is accurate then the test in which we participated was “Annie” and took place on March 17, 1953. The following paragraph is the official government release of information concerning the event:
“ANNIE, the first device tested, was an "open shot," meaning that reporters were allowed to view the detonation from News Nob, 11 kilometers south of the shot-tower. The Government wanted to show the American public that nuclear weapons could be used defensively, without destroying large urban centers and populations “
Early next morning, the entire troop of men numbering at least in the hundreds, perhaps more, were ordered into a series of trenches (five or six feet deep) running horizontal to and about 3000 yards from ground zero to the north where the “device” rested atop a 300’ steel tower. It was a cube and looked to be perhaps the size of a small camper trailer. There were no distinguishing characteristics, just a black box barely seen in a gradually lightening sky. Sun-up was near, but not yet. First we faced south and at an unknown range in the dark of early morning, saw a huge explosion which we were told had been 20,000 lbs (ten tons) of TNT. Very large, very impressive, but, as we were soon to understand, merely a candle at 50 feet compared to what was to come.
“The official yield estimate of "Little Boy" (Hiroshima) was about 16 kilotons of TNT equivalent in explosive force, i.e. 6.3 × 1013.” The comparison therefore between the TNT and the atomic device would be roughly ten tons to 16,000 tons, assuming our test was the same size as Little Boy. We were told to close our eyes but that proved almost impossible. The temptation was great to “take a peek” although we had been warned to do so might result in permanent blindness. There was a huge flash that is impossible to describe. A flash no known machine could produce. A flash that lit your eye up like daylight even with the eyelid tightly closed. The mountain landscape more than 20 miles away exploded in a brilliant white (that’s a few seconds later when we dared to look). The flash lit the mountain as brightly as if a trillion flashbulbs had exploded in unison. It was a blinding, white light that rested on the eye for several seconds.
As we began to slowly comprehend what we were seeing, we felt the first shock wave. The ground began to rumble like a sleeping giant rolling over and beginning to wake. The noise started as a low hum and quickly expanded into the roar of a locomotive bearing down on you with violent shaking, throwing equipment, men and animals first one direction and then another. Soldiers in trenches, in this and in subsequent tests of similar weapons testified their bodies were thrown uncontrollably from one side of the trenched excavation to the other.
As the shaking and heaving continued we looked up to ground level and saw dust and sand. Also rocks the size of five gallon buckets were thrown violently across the ground. A suffocating shroud of dirt immediately dropped on anything that was not blown away. Roughly 15 seconds later, instead of blowing south, the hurricane of debris shifted 180 degrees and instead of small rocks and boulders flying overhead we saw large blocks of fused sand (Trinitite) and possibly large boulders going back to the north, back to “the point of detonation.” This continued for maybe 20 seconds before an eerie silence descended on the scene.
Not a sound was heard as the entire army of guinea pigs crouched in stunned silence.  Next, as the dust began to settle we were told by loudspeaker it was safe to stand and see the after effects of the blast.
First we looked north toward the point of detonation, and where a 300 ft. tower had stood only minutes before there was now only flat ground, no debris, just desert, the tower had disintegrated. 
In the silence a mushroom cloud ascended in the early morning light and as the sun peeked over the mountains to the east, a beautiful blue, the color of Safire spread across the top of the first “mushroom.” Out of that, the cloud continued its spiral toward the sky and as the second and third mushroom tops formed, the intensity of color grew. We stood in breathless awe and then as we lowered our eyes we saw a “wheel within a wheel” reminiscent of Ezekiel’s description of God Himself…   
Ezekiel 1:4 ¶ And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the midst of the fire.    
The dirty brown cloud roiled and boiled on the ground. The tongues of fire licked through the dirt as a huge fat wheel looking like a dirty donut on its side, was growling and wrestling with itself as it rolled from the bottom up, curling on the outside of the donut and disappearing “infolding,” toward the inside at the top. And out of this writhing mass of dirt and fire at a 90 degree angle came a “wheel within a wheel.”…
Eze 1:16 The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the colour of a beryl: and they four had one likeness: and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.
The center “wheel” turned at a right angle from the donut lying on the ground. It spun in a counter-clockwise direction (like a contained tornado) as viewed from the top. Up and up it snaked into the atmosphere mushrooming out at perhaps 500-800 ft., then topping and forming a new “wheel” which continued its trip to the sky, again, topping and continuing on to a third mushroom top, each capped with a layer of blue:… 
Eze 1:22 And the likeness of the firmament upon the heads of the living creature was as the colour of the terrible crystal stretched forth over their heads above. (ED: “colour” A beautiful aquamarine beryl blue), 
We stood with mouths open in speechless astonishment and as we stood and looked, it gradually dawned on me that instead of my field jacket being buttoned tightly around my throat, I had unconsciously opened each button in sequence and stood with jacket wide open. The temperature had risen from probably 35 F to perhaps 70 or 80 F in a matter of a few minutes. As we looked to the outside of the area, in a ring of fire, a radius of what we were told was about eight miles; the sagebrush was burning. The initial blast had burned everything in its path, reaching its extremity at roughly eight miles. At this point, the blast had reached its maximum and the resulting vacuum then pulled much of the debris back to “ground zero,” extinguishing all fires as the air rushed back to the center, filling the void created by the atomic blast. The effect was to leave a “ring of fire” sixteen miles in diameter encircling us. 
Gradually, the “mushrooms” began to disintegrate, all the dust settled and a clear Nevada sky came to bloom.  Our next and almost immediate action was “scrimmage.” We were ordered, and I mean that as a fact, to take our M1 rifles and scrimmage or dogtrot toward ground zero, only stopping at what we were told was 1000 yards from the blast point. As we scrimmaged toward the center our feet crunched through fused sand (“Trinitite” see addendum), snapping it like thin yellow-green glass as we made our trails across the desert. Jackrabbits wobbled crazily from side to side, somehow having escaped death as the blast tore across the earth. By this time we were sweating heavily because of the physical exertion and the dramatic rise in temperature.  
Next on the agenda was a tour to view the effects of the blast on buildings and test animals we had seen the previous afternoon, stick-built sheds and houses simulating a small village and a long, wide excavation sloping downward away from the “device.” In this wide “trench” were about a half dozen sheep. After the blast we went by again and of the six or seven sheep only one had its coat burned and that only on one side. The other animals were singed on their backs and had obviously “instinctively?” lined up one behind the other so only the lead sheep took the main effect of the blast. We surmised they were crowded in the farthest and deepest part of the trench when “Annie” went off. Suffice it to say, the buildings had disappeared. 
The final action of the morning, before we boarded troop carriers back to camp, was the sweeping down with brooms of accumulated dust and the removal of our REMM badges that each soldier was issued and had pinned to his jacket. The badges were supposed to record the amount of radiation each of us had been exposed to. After the trip back to camp we were finally allowed to shower, never being told the amount of danger we guinea pigs had undergone. A month or so later I was given a 30 day leave and while at home in Colorado I started losing all my hair. Not relating the hair loss with radiation at the time, I assumed I was going prematurely bald, though in a few months the hair later grew back to normal. 
Many years later I read about one effect of radiation being hair loss, and finally made the connection. We heard speculation and stories and in later years I understand many of us guinea pigs died from various types of cancers and other diseases. I was one of those that was spared. I later married and fathered five children, our children giving birth to many more children, till today we number over 50 grand and great grandchildren. None of who, to the best of my knowledge suffer from any ill effects of the experience.
 Am I claiming my personal observation of an atomic explosion is comparable to the description of God given in Ezekiel 1? Of course not. I simply saw things that to me were hard to put into words until I later became a Christian and then was astounded to read in the Bible, almost exactly what I had seen on the desert of Nevada so many years ago.  




“A number of different types of Trinitite have been identified. Green is the most common form. Black contains iron from the tower structure. Red contains copper from the device used in the blast or from the communications cables that led away from the site. Both black and red specimens are extremely rare. Rounded "pearls" also are found, which come from melted silica that returned to solid form before hitting the ground.
“The glass has been described as "a layer “ to 2 centimeters thick, with the upper surface marked by a very thin sprinkling of dust which fell upon it while it was still molten. At the bottom is a thicker film of partially fused material, which grades into the soil from which it was derived. The color of the glass is a pale bottle green, and the material is extremely vesicular with the size of the bubbles ranging to nearly the full thickness of the specimen."

[1] Why Are Christians Uncomfortable with the Supernatural?
[8] God of the Mountain, Penny Caldwell 2008
[12] As America Has Done to Israel, John P. McTernan
[13] Martyrs Mirror, Thieleman J. van Braght, Herald Press, Scottdale, Pennsylvania, Waterloo, Ontario, page 176