Wouldn't He Most Certainly Leave The 99 And Go After The One?

To God be all the honor and all the glory.  Jesus has been showing me more and more of Himself and I am so blessed to be a part of His divine plan.  I want to share about my day yesterday and bless you all with an amazing testimony of God's unfailing Love.

I was sitting on the couch in the den reading for class when all of a sudden I felt Jesus urging me to get on the floor to worship Him.  He began to speak to me so clearly.  I wept for the lost people of this earth who don't know Him.  I thought of 1,000,000,000 souls coming to the Kingdom, and I wept for them all.  The things that I did to Jesus overwhelmed me.  I spit in His face.  I slapped and punched His face.  My sin put Jesus on the cross.  But now I receive His love.  I bask in His presence.  I took my coat off and invited Him to step on it.  I don't want my master's feet touching the ground.  I just laid in adoration at the feet of my master.  I asked God to send me.  I was thinking of the scripture in Romans 10 that says, "And how can they preach unless they are sent?"  I was asking Jesus to send me.  He said he already had sent me.  He took me to Jeremiah 1.  God appointed me as a prophet to the nations.  He knit me together in my mother's womb.  I was awestruck.  I was waiting to be sent and Jesus was like, "Go!" 

Jesus also spoke to me through a prophecy I received in Nicaragua.  "Your family will be restored."  The most beautiful thing about this is that I believe it's the key to the massive revival about to happen in my city.  God has already restored my family.  I have a new mother and new sister and a new brother.  My dad has been restored with more grandchildren.  We are blessed.  But not only in our lives.  Jesus is restoring His Church.  His bride will be One and we will conquer hell, death, and Satan.

I wrote both the Jeremiah text and the prophecy in the back of a Bible my dad gave me on this past Easter.  Jesus had spoken to me I would give away the Bible at the Safehouse trip (homeless ministry in Atlanta) on Friday.  I also, by faith, spoke that one person would come to Jesus.  I had many people praying with me for this one soul. 

After my long worship session with Jesus I spoke with the two pastor's who led me to Jesus when I was nine years old.  Amazingly when I asked one how his life was he said, "Jesus runs my life."  I told him what an encouragement that was.  The men who led me to Jesus are still faithfully serving the risen King of the universe.  My pastor had a son who passed away two years ago from birth defects.  The child was around ten years old.  They named a camp after him called, "Camp Samuel."  My pastor did not hesitate for one minute inviting me to the camp this July where there will be 100 youth who are un-churched from drug infested areas and broken families.  It is an amazing opportunity for me to share my testimony and lead more lost sheep to Jesus.  The way Jesus is moving in my life so intentionally and directly blows my mind!

I spoke with my dad about the whole thing when he got home and prophesied over him.  I told him he would be restored completely, just like Job was.  God had already given him a double portion in his family and since he was faithful with what God gave him in his plenty, God would bless him again.  My dad wept as I spoke life into him.

I set off for exit 137 to meet with the team from Emmanuel College to minster to the homeless in Atlanta.  When I arrived I preached the gospel in the middle of the restaurant.  Two men would not even look at me because I was proclaiming the good news about Jesus.  I believe they were stoned on marijuana and their sin would not let them give their lives to Jesus.  They loved their life more than Jesus.  I spoke with the lady in the line, "What exit are we on."  She said, "137."  I said, "Wow, that's the number to my dad's house (which it actually is).  I'm in my Father's house right now!  God owns this place."  She and I talked about Jesus coming back and it was wonderful.  I ordered my food and sat down and blessed the lady and her family.  A missionary to many countries came out of the blue, sat down, and blessed me.  We talked for a few minutes in the Spirit and it was awesome.  She is leaving for Romania soon.  My ride came and out I went to Atlanta.

As I drove with the Safehouse team to Atlanta I shared about what Jesus had instructed me on.  The Bible would go to someone and that one person would be saved.  We stopped at a Krispy Kreme to use the restroom and I noticed a man with a sling.  I asked to pray for him after we talked for a while.  Although he initially seemed open to prayer he shut down and was like, "No, no, no, that's okay."  I prayed for him as I walked away.  I don't know why it was strange for him to pray in the doughnut shop.  The Kingdom of God is inside me.  Wherever I go I bring it.  It's not in a church.  I have the Spirit of the living God roaring like a lion on the inside of me and I'm not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus.  It's the power of life for this mortal body. 

As we arrive at the Safehouse mission I began to play basketball with the homeless people.  They stink and they cuss.  I noticed when they would say, "Nigga" or "Mutha fucka" I would not flinch or look at them in disgust.  They were watching to see if I would love them no matter what they said or did.  That is Jesus, that is the Gospel.

The Spirit of God played ball with us.  It was the most smooth game I've ever had there.  Mostly there is cursing, fouling and scratching, but this was smooth like butter.  The teams cheered for each other.  That's unthinkable even amongst Christians playing ball much less pagans.  We cheered our team even when they missed a shot.  It was great.  I had a young man named Juice guarding me.  We apologized to each other if we fouled each other we gave the ball up instead of being selfish, we tried to be as loving as possible.  God noticed from heaven.

I noticed the man who needed the Bible I had  God spoke to me it was him who would be the recipient.  I prophesied over him the Jeremiah call.  He is a prophet to the nations.  He said, "Wow" to everything I said because he was blown away with the power of God.  It was all God's timing and plan and purpose.  He had been spoken over many times that he was a minister of the Gospel.  And now he is equipped with the whole Bible.  Before he  just had a New Testament.  We chatted for a while and I dedicated my Bible to him.  He gave me his Bible and dedicated it to me.  It was so refreshing to give.  It's better to give than to receive.

As the service began I was sitting next to a Rastafarian.  He had long dreads and reeked of weed.  He had a joint stuck behind his ear under his ball cap and was clearly only there for the food and gifts we were giving.  Then one of my classmates used Steve Nash as an example of Jesus, "I know Steve's stats, the teams he played for, everything about him.  But I don't know him.  Do you know a lot about Jesus or do you know Him?"  As he asked that, I asked the Rasta did he know Jesus.  He looked down and then to heaven and said, "Yes."  I didn't believe Him because of his actions and his mouth.  He was cursing people and out of the outflow of the heart the mouth speaks.  But the Holy Spirit was pulling on Juice.  Juice was a seat down and he belted out, "I lost my faith in God!"  I was bending over the Rasta trying to talk to Juice when the Rasta (Vic) asked me if I wanted to swap seats.  I agreed and Juice and I talked about Jesus.  He told me how he used to serve Jesus and do the "church" thing.  But now he was in darkness and he noticed the difference.  He felt away from Jesus because of his sin and disobedience.  I told him God was not mad, God made him.  "God loves you" I said.  He said he wanted a relationship with Jesus.  We prayed and I told him that he believed in his heart that Jesus rose from the dead by God's hand and about how now he needed to declare that Jesus was Lord.  He didn't want to do it, but I didn't let up.  I said, "Let the devil hear it!"  With a somber voice he declared Jesus the Lord!  Something changed in him at that moment.  He was bought by Jesus all along, but at this moment he accepted it.  No one can say Jesus is Lord except by the Holy Spirit.  I saw him warring in the Spirit.  The devil was beating on him.  He didn't want to let go of sin and death.  As soon as this happened a girl prophesied over him.  She had these demonic looking eye's.  There were busted blood vessels in her eye's and she looked like a demon.  But God used her.  She quoted John 3:16 right to his face, "For God so loved the world he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not die but live forever."  He immediately preached the gospel to her and was confused about how she was speaking truth but her life didn't line up with what she was proclaiming.  She didn't repent but she walked away with a different look on her face.  It was that of love.  I gave Juice my new Bible that was given to me by my other friend (Patrick) and told him to text me so I could call and pray with him sometimes.

Jesus is the Lord ya'll.  God bless you!  I speak blessings and not curses on your lives.  Get out and share the Gospel.  When people see you love them, God shows up.  I was not even preaching to Juice and God pricked his heart and he was saved.  The Rasta is still in sin now, but I got to pray for him that night and he knows I love him.  Let's not get tired of doing good.  Let's do good works so that people will see our love, not our religion.  God bless you from God our Father, and Jesus Messiah our Lord.     

The Lord Will Be Your Front and Rear Guard

Isa 58:8 - Isa 52:12

I bless you Jesus!  I thank you maker of heaven and earth.  You are the great I AM.  I love you.  Here is my testimony.

As I drove home from Franklin Springs to my house in Athens I was overwhelmed with exhaustion.  With only 5-7 minutes left of a 45 minute trip I knew I would crash the car if I didn't stop.  I stopped at Ben Burton park and took a nap in the green pastures.  I went home and took care of some things.  I logged on to the computer and noticed my bank account was going to be overdrawn if I didn't put a couple dollars in there.  I had $5 and decided to drive my bike to the bank (to save gas) and put in the money.  I was going to average it out to where I would put one dollar in my pocket and pay off the debt with the remaining $4 so that I would have exactly zero dollars and be completely dependent on Jesus for my sustenance.

As I rode I noticed not a single cloud was in the sky.  A prophecy had been spoken over me about the sun and how it would reveal the Son to me.  I noted, "Not a cloud in the sky, they will only see the Son."  I just blessed God by posting that on Facebook with my phone as I rode.  I prayed God would send me someone to bless with the dollar as well.

After I blessed the people in the bank I went to Barnes and Noble.  I went to the Christian section and noticed that it was the fullest section in the whole store!  I was so enthused.  I saw a man on the ground reading a Christian book and told him that it was encouraging to see people who loved Jesus reading books about Him.  We struck up a conversation and I was able to share my testimony with him.  We proclaimed Jesus in the center of a book store for 30 minutes!  Many people around us heard the gospel as we prayed for my mother out loud.

Amazingly the man's name was Judge.  I could not believe it.  In his eye's were the most love you could imagine and it just look like he was the most non-judgmental person ever.  But the more I think about it Jesus is the Savior and the Judge.  The Bible says the Judge is standing at the door.  I cannot separate his justice from His salvation.  He's the lion and the lamb.  He's the Savior and the Judge.  I met a man named Savior many years ago.  He has helped me in my walk with Jesus so much.  I told Judge about him and how I have met the Lion and the Lamb now, in real life!  We exchanged information and departed for our destinations.

As I rode my bike I was looking for someone to give my last dollar to, I noticed a man on a motorcycle with a sign that said, "hungry."  So I went to Him and blessed him in Jesus name, gave him my last dollar, and prayed for him.  I got a little of his story and prayed for him.  He was not a Christian.  I told him I could not buy him food, but to come with me and I would feed him.  My dad was cooking at that moment.  He started the Harley Davidson and rumbled behind me to my dad's house. 

I prayed for his salvation the whole ride home.  The Lord started dropping scriptures in my mind as I rode to share with him.  I though of the sun in the sky and how the Son was shining his face on us (Num 6:22-24).  I thought of how the Lord was behind and in front of me always.  I thought of how in 1 Kings Elijah ran for 16 miles in front of a chariot!  I was on this road bike and I have this chariot of a motorcycle rumbling behind me, 1200cc's of pure power.  I felt so much comfort and peace because I knew Devon (the young man) was protecting me.  A car could not come and hit me because he had my rear guard.  He didn't once pass me as I led him for many miles to my house. 

A car honked their horn with all their might in agitation as we went slowly up a hill on Atlanta Highway.  I knew Devon had my back, but I just didn’t understand why the person was so angry.  I thought Devon would flip them off, but instead he flashed a peace sign in love--even though he doesn't trust Jesus with his life.

As we got home I gave him a "Motorcyclists 'Road Map.'"  It's a Bible for bikers.  I had it for about 3 weeks and knew it was time to give it to Devon.  I had prayed Jesus would send me ONE biker.  Not 20 not 10, but one.  I grabbed one Bible off the table where they were giving them away at church because I wanted it to be special and God sent (whoever I gave the Bible to).

I introduced him to my family, preached the gospel of Jesus Christ's love and forgiveness, read the scriptures God gave me, prayed for him, and we ate.  He didn't trust on Jesus that day, but I know we made some progress, and now he is responsible for what he knows.  It has been preached (the Good News of Jesus).

As he left he asked for a cig.  I told him my family didn't smoke, but I used to.  I got to give my testimony about how I used to use marijuana.  I pointed to places on the property we were standing on where God spoke to me about not using marijuana anymore, but in rebellion I kept turning my back on Him.  One time in particular I was smoking weed on the hill.  Over the years I had periodically asked Jesus was it okay to smoke weed and he'd always say no.  I was high out of my mind and all of a sudden the Holy Spirit was poured into my soul.  I said, "Yes!  Yes God!  Does this mean it's okay for me to smoke weed?  I mean I got my two favorite things here, weed and God."  Jesus said, "No."  I wept bitterly.  I was so high and full of the Spirit at the same time and it brought such conviction over me I could not bear it.  I asked God to take the high and he wouldn't.  I suffered with the mixture of good and evil.  I NEVER asked Him again if it was okay to get stoned.  I knew then I could never serve myself and Him at the same time.  It was still many years before I stopped, but I just shared that with Devon because he wanted to know what was wrong with smoking.  He used alcohol as an example of why weed was okay.  He said, "Beer has to be treated and fermented 30 days and distilled.  He had all these excuses.  I told him marijuana doesn't just grow straight out of the ground, dry itself out, roll itself up, set itself on fire, and put itself in your lungs.  If you want to be really honest, people have a huge part in smoking marijuana.  Although you have to ferment barley and potatoes for various different kinds of alcohol you can't use that logic and get away with it with me.  He looked like a light switched on inside his brain and I was happy I showed him that the Holy Spirit of God and marijuana don't mix.  We are the temple of God, and we should treat it as such.

It is my prayer that Devon comes to know Jesus through that Bible and the Holy Spirit.  Please join me in prayer for him.  Agree as you read these words aloud.  "Jesus thank you for Devon, your son.  You love him more than anyone could love and individual on this earth.  Reveal yourself to him and make him aware of his need for you.  In Jesus' name amen."

"If your faith is low, my faith was lower."

These are the words a man spoke to me while my emotions jerked back and forth as he boldly told me his testimony sitting in his church on a nice Wednesday. 

 

Missions teams from both West Virginia and Georgia are here right now and it is very crazy.  This morning I woke up and ran 4 miles in my second to last run before my marathon on Sunday in Atlanta.  I spent some time with Jesus in prayer, reading the Word, and singing.  I connected with Jesus and had a great time.  My friends from Nicaragua came and we all had old sandwiches for breakfast.  I had some coffee and greeted the Georgia team as they walked in.  Candyn (one of the girls from Georgia) asked if we could ride the motorcycle together.  I said, "Sure let's go!"  Kayla (another girl from Georgia) had some extra food from the previous night that she wanted to use to feed some children on the street.  Since me and Candyn were just about to joy ride I asked if we could just bring the food with us to hand out.  The food ministry was Kayla's idea so Candyn didn't want to steal her fun by doing what Kayla had thought of w/o her, but Kayla said, "As long as they get the food it's not important who goes." 

Candyn and I as we set out

So off we went into the streets of Managua.  The streets I have become so accustomed to over these past 9 1/2 weeks.  We handed out some food and then when we just had one sandwich and one plate left I thought of my friend Oneldo who I have been ministering to.  He is a man who lives on the street and has some sort of mental illness (paranoia).  I wanted to take him the plate last so we prayed for God to take us to a child for the sandwich.  God provided someone almost immediately who needed the sandwich and then we went to Oneldo.  We prayed for him and gave him the plate of food.  Candyn had the faith he would be healed, but my faith was weak.  We told him we'd refill his water bottles and told him we'd be back with shoes for his feet the next day.  We then headed back to the Chi-Alpha house. 

When we got there we didn't realize we had been gone for 45 minutes.  People were worried about us.  The itinerary for the day was all of the missionaries would split into groups and go to certain students houses.  It was chosen by God even though I know humans picked it.  It seemed like God put everyone where they needed to be.  I was so honored to go to Walmaro and Gerson's house.  Their family is super duper cool, very hospitable, and loving.  We had a huge spread of food and then we watched a movie about this man who had no limbs and how he overcomes it.  I had seen it in convocation once, but this was cool to watch that same movie with subtitles in Spanish in a foreign country.



Walmaro and Gerson's house



We left for a farm Walmaro's extended family has eating mandarina (a local orange).  It was the most beautiful place ever.  Cilantro was growing out of the ground.  We wrestled a piglet down and took pics of it.  We saw the national flower.  We saw a huge bull.  We saw platano tree's and palm tree's with coconuts on them.  We saw parrots.  I saw man tree's that had the fruit I have been eating the whole internship but never knew what the plant looked like.  I mean this was dope. 

Little Piggy

We arrived back at the house and Candyn and I started talking about bringing Oneldo water.  We re-filled (4) 5 gallon plastic jugs (for the teams) and 2 gallons for Oneldo.  We dropped the water off with Oneldo and headed back to Chi-Alpha.  We then loaded down and went on a canopy tour of Tiscapa!  It was awesome.  I went in 2010, but this was so great!  We came back to the house and I got some money from the Georgia team to buy Oneldo some shoes.  Alex (my best friend in Nica) was with me and we went to buy the shoes.  It was totally God because they were all packed up and leaving for the day.  We were too late.  I explained to Alex that we needed the shoes, "This is for a man on the street."  The woman, moved with compassion, consented and let us buy the shoes.  Alex and I took the shoes back to the Georgia team's  Hotel  and went to the Chi-Alpha house to wait for Nadia.  When Nadia arrived I took a little shower and we went to pick up the team from the hotel.  We went to a church I have never been to (I had met the pastor's  son and I am petty close to him).  They immediately mistook me for the speaker and were asking me questions about the sermon.  They soon found out I was not the one. 

Canopy Tour

They tried to usher me to the front, but when I got there the chairs were rattling from the bass and so were my ears.  I couldn't take it.I went to the back of the church and worshipped there.  I began to dance and had a great time in Jesus.  There was a man possessed with a demon who was making signs with his arms, fingers, and body that were anti-God.  He mocked the crucifix and was shaking and flailing around.  The church we were in was in a dangerous neighborhood and the man was drunk and on drugs.  We prayed for him and I commanded that he leave in the name of Jesus because he was disrupting.  Immediately he left and I went out to minister to him.  Two others came.  He was wanting to get violent but I just loved on him and trusted that God would protect me.  I asked him to come back in the church and he was fine for a while, but then he started threatening and making the demonic sign's.  I asked him was he a brother in Christ and he vehemently denied it and became more threatening.  I was not scared.  He could have hit me in the head and I would have loved on him. 

I listened to the message by the Georgian pastor and was touched by it.  After the service was over the local pastor came forward and began to instruct the Georgian team to pray for specific people in his church.  He started on one end of the line and I was in the middle.  When he got to me he was saying some prophetic stuff.  He said I was special from the rest.  I had been through pain, suffering, and things that were impossible without God.  He told me to pray for this lady.  But to pray for her alone.  I obeyed and prayed for her.  I then asked the pastor's son to ask the lady what I could pray for, she said her knee's.  I placed my hands on her knee's and began to pray.  I felt the Spirit tell me to kiss her foot.  I was thinking, "That's crazy.  This lady said her knee was hurting!"  But I did it anyway.  I asked others to help me pray for her because they were standing around (I forgot it was supposed to be just me).  Then they later prayed for others. 

The local pastor told me to pray for a man he had under his arm who was wearing a yellow shirt.  He said the man was like a son.  When the pastor said those words the man broke into tears.  I later found out after we prayed for the man that he had hit the pastor with a bat one year ago and almost totally blinded him in one eye. The pastor sees 20% in that eye.  I also had two others around me ministering and praying who the pastor called special (they were his leaders and the people who went with me to minister to the guy who was possessed). 

The only way you can love someone is through the Holy Spirit

After the service was over I noticed my best friend was crying.  I asked Alex what was wrong and almost offended he said, "I have told you many times."  I didn't mean to offend, I do remember what his problems were, I just didn't know if it was something different.  In the end it didn't matter because we started to cry about missing each other because I am leaving on Friday.  We were holding each other and hugging in a way I have never hugged Alex before.  We cut up a whole lot, so it's weird when we get close.  But this was genuine love and I truly enjoyed it.

Alex and I were sitting on the floor of the church and the pastor came and interrupted us.  I gave Alex a scripture I thought God was giving him and talked with the pastor.  His son was doing the translation and got pulled away.  Cinthya did the translation and although she is not the best translator, it was God's will for her to be there.  The man asked the most broad question that could be asked.  He said, "How do you feel in this place."  I told him, "The devil is attacking my faith."  He said, "In what way."  I said, "In the existence of God.  I know God has done many miracles in my life.  But sometimes I get the thoughts that he doesn't exist."  This man, sitting on the floor of his church, introduced me to a modern day Saul-turned-Paul.

Acts 9

He was a drug user for 25 years.  His father forced him to have sex with him.  He raped his dad's daughter (his half sister) for revenge on his dad.  He did every drug imaginable.  He wouldn't touch his son because of the way he was treated by his father.  He murdered people.  He stabbed and robbed people.  If you said you were a Christian he would rob you just for that.  He lived in the street for years.  But strangely as he was telling me these things I felt God's peace, presence, and faith.  The man was testifying and I was weeping.  He told me, "If you have been weak or low in your faith, I have been lower."  He told me that some people have seen me lower and I think I'm not worth it and that God had great plans for me.  It was crazy because that was what my Bible study was about on Monday!

The pastor told me that we were the same.  He said I am the pastor, but since you sat on the floor, I sat on the floor.  Our struggles were the same and the Holy Spirit spoke to him about me.  It is such an honor to be told, "You're special" in front of a whole church.  He wanted me to pray for his wife's psoriasis and his eye.  I consented and I believe Jesus for their healing.  Before I lacked faith, but I am strong now.  I prayed for the man when I felt God say, "Get on the floor like children."  It was weird because the floor is usually dirty and it is dishonorable to get on the floor.  We got down on the floor and after I prayed for the man I prayed for the woman and she was weeping.  I prayed with Jesus right beside me, it was so cool.  We had food and left.

Luke 18:15-17

I came home and gave Sol (Spanish for sun) a ride on the Moto.  And then played volleyball with them in the street.  Sol is a party girl who lives across the street.  Her and her friends drink and smoke, but I want to reach them for Jesus.

God bless you and thank you for reading my testimony of how I met a real life Saul turned Paul.  Walk in His peace, power, love, and presence and don't lose hope.  Jesus will never let you down if you put your faith and trust in Him.