Saturday, April 21, 2012

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."