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Prayers for America (9/28/2017)

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Many years ago, the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart and whispered, “There are no holidays from spiritual warfare. You have to fight everyday.”

Since then, I’ve also learned Satan will never be satisfied. Our enemy is like a roaring fire which never says, “Enough.” He will never offer us a cease-fire. Never! The war between the kingdom of darkness and the Kingdom of God will continue right up until Jesus returns.

If we’re thinking the evil that is infiltrating America today will back off some time soon, I have bad news for all of us. It will continue and worsen in the days ahead.

So, we have two choices:

  1. Step off the battlefield and sit on the sidelines in defeat.
  2. Or pick up our weapons of warfare, fight, and love not our own lives even unto death.

My prayer today:

Lord, help American Christians to be watchful and serious so we can stand steadfast in faith, resisting Satan until our dying breaths. (Based on 1 Peter 5:8)

What do you think and has the Lord spoken to you today?

Join with me on Thursdays to fast and pray for America.

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Prayers for American Christians’ Eyes to be Opened (9/26/2017)

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Good marriages are not built on democratic principles, but rather on living together in consensus or agreement.

For example, let’s say Carol and I arrive at a Y in the road for our lives. Carol believes we should turn to the left and I think we should go to the right.

Democratically, the vote is one to one or a tie, which results in a stalemate.

But what we usually say when this happens: “Let’s pray and allow the Lord to speak to us on what He thinks.”

It may take an hour, a day, a week, or whatever, but the Lord is always faithful to speak to one or both of us, changing our minds on the positions we held at that time. So then, we can walk together in agreement.

Can two walk together unless they are agreed? (Amos 3:3)

My prayer today:

Lord, open the eyes of American husbands and wives to the power of agreement  in our marriages so whatever we ask is done for us by our Father in heaven. (Based on Matthew 18:19)

What do you think and has the Lord spoken to you today?

Join with me on Tuesdays to fast and pray for American believers’ eyes to be opened.

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Black Mothers Choose Life For Your Sons (Part 3)

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If I had not been there, I would not have believed what happened, not in a million years.

That particular Saturday morning was Farmer City’s annual Sidewalk Sales Extravaganza. Crowds of people filled the streets of the downtown business district. All checked out the sales bargains lining the tables in front of retail stores. Brown jersey gloves were three pairs for a dollar at Hesston’s Hardware. Dollar General sold Handi-Wipes for seventy-nine cents a package.

Though the city was populated with nineteen hundred tight-fisted Norwegian and German-Americans, these blond-haired, blue-eyed conservatives liked nothing better than saving a buck or two.

My little concession trailer sat on the street in front of the courthouse. Popcorn, snow cones, and cotton candy were hot items for the first two hours. Sales slacked off around 11:30 a.m.

I took a break and stood outside the trailer, smoking a cigarette, when I saw the stranger heading toward me. And if ever a fish was out of water, it was this man. An African-American in Farmer City. His pockmarked face was covered with four-day stubble. A jagged scar stretched from the base of his neck to his left ear and he wore a black Oakland Raiders’ sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing gang tattoos on his bulging forearms. Plus, he had the thousand-yard stare of an ex-con.

As he passed by, he nodded at me.

“Hi, how are you?” he whispered without breaking stride.

Being curious, I turned to watch him.

He walked over to a green bench in the city square and climbed up on it. Then, he cupped his mouth with his massive hands.

“Hey, everyone, listen up. I’m holding a healing crusade in Jesus’ name this morning. So, if you need a miraculous healing, come over here,” he shouted.

People stopped what they were doing and looked at him. They had to be wondering who he thought he was, an Oral Roberts or some other evangelist like that. But believe it or not, the crowd moved toward him as if he were a Pied Piper.

An eighty-year old lady scooted her walker up to the front of the group. She looked up at the stranger.

“Okay, sonny, let’s see you do your stuff,” she said with arched eyebrows.

A slight smile etched his chiseled face. He jumped down, and in one continuous motion, he grabbed the walker and flung it onto the lawn, saying, “In Jesus’ name, be healed. Now, dance for Him.”

The crowd gasped as she teetered there, her weak legs straining to hold her up. A man reached to grab her, but the African-American slapped the Good Samaritan’s hands away.

“Don’t help her,” he said. “Let the Lord finish His work in her.”

A few in the crowd booed the African-American, but he paid them no attention. He knew what he was doing.

Then, it happened. A big smile lit up the lady’s face. She straightened up, kicked one leg up in the air, and then the other. She followed with a scissors kick, using both legs at once. Tears streamed down her face as she lifted up her hands and danced on the sidewalk, praising Jesus for the miracle.

People instantly formed a line in the street. Some were young. Some were old. There were cripples, amputees, cancer sufferers, heart victims, mentally ill, and numerous others who were afflicted with some malady or another. They waited patiently for the stranger to pray for them.

As the black man moved toward the first person in line, an arm reached out, and grabbed his shoulder. The stranger stopped and turned around, looking into the face of a blond-haired man wearing a black suit.

“Yes, may I help you?” he asked in a deep voice.

“I’m Reverend Adam Johnson, head of Farmer City’s ministerial board,” said the man. “We don’t believe you should be holding a healing crusade just yet. No one knows whom you are accountable to. Allow us to check out your credentials. And if everything turns out okay, you can hold some healing meetings in one of our churches next week.”

The smile on the African-American’s face dipped downward.

“To whom were you referring when you said we?”

Reverend Johnson pointed to six men dressed in dark suits, standing under an oak tree behind the bench.

“Those are the other pastors on our board. And like most pastors, we just want to protect our flocks from unknown strangers like you.”

The African-American put his hands under the armpits of Reverend Johnson, picking him off the ground. He tossed him as if he were a basketball over the bench at the other six pastors. The clergy reached out their arms and cushioned Johnson’s fall to the ground.

The stranger stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, as if he were deciding further action against the group. Fear crept into the seven pastor’s eyes. They stepped back away from him.

“Don’t you ever get in my way again! I came here to hold a healing crusade for Jesus this morning and people like you are not going to stop me. Do you hear me?” he proclaimed, pointing a finger at the pastors.

They nodded in agreement at the man’s words and fled the city square.

The stranger then turned around and began praying for people.

What happened next was unbelievable. It was as if Jesus Himself was holding a healing meeting in Farmer City. Everyone received his healing, no one left in disappointment.

When the stranger finished, he walked away. A few tried to stop him, but he shook them off.

“Just thank Jesus and give Him the glory, okay?” he said over his shoulder.

But as he headed toward me, he slowed down and stopped a few feet away from me. He eyed me up and down for a few seconds as I puffed a cigarette. Our eyes locked, but neither of us spoke.

I looked away.

The burning love and compassion in his eyes made me feel like I was standing naked in front of him. He knew the type of man I was and yet, he still cared about me. Why? I do not know, but I wanted to know.

When I looked again, he was gone.

(Excerpt from Deceived Dead and Delivered by Larry Nevenhoven, © 2013, Amazon eBook)

 

(Continued in Part 4…the full series to date can be seen here.)

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Prayers for America (9/21/2017)

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The Lord carried the prophet Ezekiel to a valley of death and sat him down there. All around the prophet were dry human bones scattered everywhere. The Lord said to Ezekiel –

Son of man, can these bones live?” (Ezekiel 37:3)

Ezekiel wisely answered –

O Sovereign LORD, you alone know the answer to that.” (Ezekiel 37:3 NLT)

Then, the Lord said to Ezekiel –

“Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD! ‘Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones: “Surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live.” (Ezekiel 37:4-5)

The dry bones represented Israel and its dead hopes while the nation was in exile. The prophecy revealed God’s plans to restore Israel and His people.

My prayer today:

Lord, raise up believers who are anointed by You to prophesy life to the cities of America, especially San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Oakland, Portland, and Seattle.

What do you think and has the Lord spoken to you today?

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Prayers For American Christian’s Eyes to be Opened (9/19/2017)

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Many years ago, I had a vision of thousands of Christians walking along a high mountaintop. Life was good. Everyone enjoyed the blessings being given to them by God. I then saw a whirlwind of calamities strike the believers. So overwhelming were the calamities that almost all of the Christians lost hope and were swept over a cliff into deep despair and defeat. A few believers still hung onto the edge of the cliff by their fingernails. I knew these few survivors could not last through another trial without giving up and also falling into despair and defeat along with the others.

As I looked at this horrible scene in the vision, the Holy Spirit spoke to me. “These Christians did not like the Word of Faith messengers I sent to the Body of Christ. They did not like their hairstyles or their clothing or the way they talked or acted. But most of all, they did not receive the revelation of faith, which I wanted the Body to have so they could withstand the trials, which are heading toward America. I want you to go and tell them they need the Word of Faith revelation.”

(Excerpt from Prophecy 101 by Larry Nevenhoven, ©2013, Amazon eBook)

My first few years as a Christian, I read dozens of Word of Faith Books written by Kennith Hagin, Charles Capps, Marilyn Hickey, Kenneth Copeland, Fred Price, and others. This is my foundation as a believer.

Sadly, today, when Word of Faith teachers are mentioned, most critics categorize them as “prosperity preachers.” Many have fallen into that rut, but that’s not the case for all of them.

Kenneth Hagin and Charles Capps are the two teachers that have blessed me the most. I recommend their books to those who want a deeper faith revelation, especially in having their prayers answered.

My prayer today:

Lord, help American believers sort the chaff from the wheat when it comes to faith teachings so that our faith pleases You. (Based on Matthew 3:12 and Hebrews 11:6)

What do you think and has the Lord spoken to you today?

Join with me on Tuesdays to fast and pray for American believers’ eyes to be opened.

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Black Mothers Choose Life for Your Sons (Part 2)

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I had a vision while praying with a friend in the late fall of 1995.

In the vision, I saw thousands of bodies of young people piled up in the streets of Belfast, Northern Ireland. All had their lives snuffed out by the continued violence between the Catholics and Protestants.

Although we prayed to stop this horrible vision from happening, I also knew I had an important prophetic word for Northern Ireland within my spirit, waiting to be given.

Through some divine appointments, I eventually typed out the prophecy and sent it to the Rev. Cecil Kerr at the Christian Renewal Centre in Belfast. He later phoned and said the Centre’s prayer group had been waiting for weeks for just such a prophecy. They immediately began praying it into manifestation.

The problems in Northern Ireland had begun almost 400 years earlier in 1610.  King James I confiscated a million acres of land from native Irish and gave it to Scottish/English Protestants for the Ulster Plantation. This, of course, enraged the Irish, fueling numerous conflicts, wars, and rebellions between the Irish Catholics and Scottish/English Protestants over the following centuries resulting in hundreds of thousands of deaths.

In 1995, the most recent turmoil in Northern Ireland had been going on since the late 1960’s. It became known as The Troubles. On the one side were the Nationalists (native Irish Catholics) while the opposite side consisted of the Unionists (Northern Ireland Protestants). Also, there were the Official Republican Army, its more radical spinoff − the Provisional Republican Army, the even more radical Real IRA, British Army, and countless other radical groups. The violence occurred almost daily and even spilt over into England, Scotland, Ireland, and Europe with numerous bombings taking place.

More than 3,500 people were killed in The Troubles and another 30,000-40,000 people were injured.

Looking back on the prophecy I wrote for Northern Ireland, it did not mention who was right or wrong in the long struggle. Instead, it pointed out Satan’s plan to kill a generation of young men through a spirit of death and God’s strategy to defuse Satan’s plan.

The Belfast Peace Agreement was reached on Good Friday, 1998, ending The Troubles. Although there has been sporadic violence since then, the agreement remains in affect.

What was God’s strategy? And could it stop racial violence, and even race wars, in America?

(Excerpt from the series — Racism: Who’s In The Right and Who’s In The Wrong by Larry Nevenhoven. The full series can be read here.)

(Continued in Part 3)

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Inside Israel

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The Shuk in Jerusalem

Once again, it’s time to hear from our sister in Jerusalem about what she is witnessing there as a believer in Yeshua. Put your prayer shawls on and pray for Israel and Sister J. Now here she is —

Greetings with grace and mercy in The Blessed Name of our Lord, Yeshua h’meshiach.

May HE be glorified and blessed and may HE anoint my small offering that you may be encouraged and blessed.

Rosh h’shana is here, beginning on Wednesday at sundown.  How in the world did the beginning of the Fall feasts creep up on us so quickly?

Tourists are already flocking into Jerusalem from all over the world. Among them, many are Christians who come to attend one of any number of prayer conferences and convocations held during the hagim (holidays). Rosh h’shana is the first.

The Scriptural commands concerning Rosh h’shana are as follows:

 “Speak to the children of Israel, saying: ‘In the seventh month, on the first day of the month, you shall have a sabbath-rest, a memorial of blowing of trumpets, a holy convocation.  You shall do no customary work on it; and you shall offer an offering made by fire to the Lord.” (LEVITICUS 23:24-25)

“And in the seventh month, on the first day of the month, you shall have a holy convocation. You shall do no customary work. For you it is a day of blowing the trumpets.  You shall offer a burnt offering as a sweet aroma to the Lord: one young bull, one ram, and seven lambs in their first year, without blemish.” (NUMBERS 29:1-2)

Also, I personally believe that PSALM 81  is a deep revelation of this feast day. Perhaps, it was written as a worship and meditation for this holiday, which in the Hebrew is called Yom Teruah ‫יום תרועה ” or literally “the blowing of the shofar.

 “Blow the trumpet at the time of the New Moon,  At the full moon, on our solemn feast day.  For this is a statute for Israel, A law of the God of Jacob.” (Psalm 81-3-4)

So, why in the world is Rosh h’shana (or the “head of the year”) celebrated as the Jewish New year when the Scriptures clearly tell us that the first day of PASSOVER is to be the “head of the year” for us??

I have no idea!

I have mentioned this many times in the past and have asked many rabbis. I have read a number of commentaries (thank you google) and find no reasonable or convincing answer. TRADITION in this context seems to me to have overruled God’s command, but I will leave that one to others as far as this letter is concerned.

The signs of the fall feasts are in the air.

Since the first day of this month of Elul, which will change to the month of Tishrai at Rosh h’shane, the wonderful blasts of the shofar (ram’s horns) have resonated early in the morning in the synagogues. The horns can be heard throughout the neighborhoods, calling the people to prayer and repentance in preparation for these 3 fall feasts: Rosh h’shana, Yom kippur (the day of atonement) and finally Sukkot (Feast of tabernacles).

I love the shofar blast. It sends chills down my spine, Somehow, it is not quite earthly, or perhaps it calls to mind the call from heaven, a sound bridge between heaven and earth.  I LOVE IT!

As I ride the bus and train early in the morning, there is a new crowd.  Those on their way to the Western Wall of the Temple in the Old City for early morning prayers while those heading to work are reading and praying through the Psalms or other prayer book portions, seeking to prepare their hearts.  In many cases, they do it in sincerity.

When I get off of the train at the shuk to continue my way to work. This is now my exercise walk, which takes about a half hour. It adds extra prayer and worship time for me. Many local tourists are crowding the coffee stands and bakeries for an early morning snack.

It is a long standing tradition for the secular, or the inquiring, to visit the old synagogues in the area of the shuk during this season of repentance, to learn and to taste what they normally distain. Perhaps it’s not unlike the crowds that often attend church at Christmas and Easter only.

And now the seasons have indeed changed and the fall feasts are feasts of the ingathering and harvest, the abundance that God has provided is evident.  Grapes the size of plums, all colors and sizes, pomegranates, apples, the new tangerines (Clementine) – green skinned and tart – boughs of new still-yellow dates – dried figs and nuts. What abundance to thank God for!  And, the apples and honey, the symbol of Rosh h’shana.

“Shana tova omevorach omitokah.” (May you have a blessed and sweet new year) This is the greeting.  Honey cakes are baked (I bake mine with apples and almonds, sort of putting it all together) and shared.  Small gifts are given in thanksgiving.

Today I had an appointment at the hospital (Hadassah Ein Kerem) and some young religious girls handed me a lovely little box on which was written “shana ova” with a small honey cake inside.  What a nice way to lighten hospital visits.

And looking around the hospital made me think of you all again, wondering how I could describe this phenomenon that seriously defies words, wondering how I could fit it into a letter about Rosh h’shane, but the little gift cake bridged it for me, because Hadassah Ein Kerem IS a wonder indeed and not like any hospital you have ever seen.

It stands a fortress on a small mountain of its own, built into the rock. I have heard that it is built to withstand nuclear attack, which would not surprise me.  It’s history is worth reading, if any of you would take the time to google it.

It boasts Chagall windows (the famous artist Marc Chagall) and a piano in the main new entry way that someone is always playing. Sometimes an entire orchestra sits there to soothe the patients and doctors alike.  Yes, the patients and Doctors — Arab, Jewish, Druzim, Bedouin, Religious, Secular, foreign, Iraqi, African, and South American. Both doctors AND patients represent all of these groups and more.

The hospital is so huge that no one can find their way around it anymore. I’ve heard that even the doctors get lost if they have to venture into an area they are unfamiliar with, but a kind and friendly hand will always help you find your way.  It has a full service shopping mall, hotel, post office, bank, and heliport. It is a major research center and a leading medical university.

It is built above ground and below ground.  In my opinion, the workers there are kind. If you are ever here, I ENCOURAGE you to avail yourself of a tour of this unique place.  As I was weaving my way through it today, I was thinking how this place was a world within a world, a full service city. But you know what?  The people milling around in a leisurely manner are DIFFERENT.  Some are wearing pajamas, some have I.V.s in their arms and no hair (chemo), some are wearing face masks (transplants), some are pushing tiny Baby buckets loaded with newborn Babies, and others are pushing strollers where small ones are also receiving chemo.

AND MANY BELIEVING NURSES AND DOCTORS WORK HERE.  WHAT A PLACE!  And no one seems to take notice who is wearing a Jewish head covering or a Moslem one or bandages, or no head covering at all…hair or not.

But I’m digressing.  I DO get carried away because in my eyes I want to shout:  Come and see what GOD HAS DONE!

And that brings me again to Tamima Ben Tsvi.

I have spoken of her much over the years.  I love Tamima. Her name means “the simple purity of God.”  She was in the Doctor’s office where I worked several days ago, and we were speaking about our roots.

The newest secretary, Mirav had never heard Tamima’s story.  I was honored to hear yet another portion that I hadn’t heard before.  We had spoken often about her experience when Jerusalem was liberated.  She was very poor and her family lived in a small room built against the Old City walls.

So in 1967, when the fighting was fierce, it was often happening right over their heads.  She had told me that when she heard our soldiers entering the Old City, she ran out of her hiding place and followed them in.  With amazement I listen to her.  But this time I learned that her family was from Iraq and that they left forcibly and with nothing, although they had been wealthy there.  They traveled by foot. She was just a tiny child.

The winter that they arrived Israel was still destitute and they lived in tents, but it turned out to be the coldest and snowiest winters on record — that and the following one.  It was decided by the government that the children could not survive these winters in tents in such poor conditions. So all small children were taken to kibbutzim to be cared for.  Tamima did not yet know Hebrew but she learned by hearing and was warm and cared for during those 2 winters.  She spoke of the loving care given to the children by those who weren’t really much older than they were.  And then we spoke of the wonder of the country growing out of such beginnings.

The wonder of the abundance!

The wonder of the blessings!

The wonder of Israel just BEING again…after 2,000 years!

And so, as the shofar sounds loud and clear on Wednesday night and throughout Thursday. My prayer is that we will HEAR and HEED and LISTEN TO and OBEY the call from heaven;

TO REPENT.

TO REMEMBER.

TO BE THANKFUL TO THE LORD WHO KEEPS HIS WORD.

He who calls you is faithful, who also will do it.” (1 Thessalonians 5:24)

 God bless you and thank you SO MUCH for your prayers,

Lovingly,

your sister J in  Jerusalem

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