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Prayers for America (9/20/2018)

Unless a person has been in a coma, I’d guess that everyone who has a TV or a computer has heard that Professor Christine Blasey Ford has made allegations against Judge Brett Kavanaugh who is seeking a Supreme Court Judge’s seat.

Ford claimed that Kavanagh tried to force himself on her and remove her clothes at a drinking party which was held thirty-six years ago. She would have been fifteen years of age at the time and he would have been seventeen years old.

The supposed witnesses as named by Ford do not corroborate her story.

Thus, it ends up being a “she said” versus “he said” assertion by Ford.

If Ford’s claims are true and Kavanaugh is lying, he doesn’t deserve to be a Supreme Court Judge.  But if Ford is lying, she deserves to pay a penalty of some sort.

My prayer today:

Lord, send Your light and truth into the Senate Judiciary Committee’s hearing on Judge Brett Kavanaugh to guide the senators to Your truth concerning these allegations by Professor Ford. (Based on Psalm  43:3)

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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WWJD With Colin Kaepernick?

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What would Jesus do with Colin Kaepernick?

Probably very little.

You see, Jesus depends on His church to be His working partner on earth. And guess what? We are not called to bash Colin Kaepernick, but instead, we are called to pray for him.

Will praying for Kaepernick work?

It changed me from an agnostic into a believer. It changed you. It changed a man named Saul, who murdered and imprisoned believers, into the Apostle Paul. Who knows what God will do if we pray for Kaepernick?

My prayer for Colin Kaepernick:

Lord, I pray for the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, to give Colin Kaepernick the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, having the eyes of his understanding enlightened; that Colin may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of His glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe. (Based on Ephesians 1:17-19)

As for Nike, I won’t be wearing their stuff anymore because it brings division, which is what we don’t need in American right now.

 

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Prayers for the Church (9/4/2018)

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The Church should be good at discerning the times and seasons of God but it is not. It usually fails to recognize moves of the Holy Spirit until years after the Spirit has moved upon a group(s). The reason for this is that the Church’s spiritual eyes are blinded by its structure, hierarchy, and programs.

This happened with Azusa Street, the Jesus Movement, Toronto Blessing, Brownsville Revival, and countless other major moves of the Spirit throughout history.

Will it happen again?

For the last fifteen years or so, many American churches have watched committed believers walk out their doors and not look back. These churches have assumed most of the believers were back-slidden or a part of the “great falling away.”

But these churches are wrong in their assumptions because it has been the Lord who has led them out of their churches. He is preparing them for a new move of His Spirit, outside of the traditional church walls, and not under its repressive leadership.

You see, the Lord wants to take His place as the head of the Church and its Teacher.

What many American churches have seen so far as a trickle of departing believers will soon see it turn into a roaring gusher as the Lord empties the pews of believers who are called to be apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors, and teachers. These callings are not being trained or readied in these churches and the Lord needs them to be prepared for His end-time plans.

My prayer today:

Lord, I pray that You will build Your church so that the gates of Hell will not prevail against it and that You will proclaim liberty to the captives and the opening of the prison to those who are bound. (Based on Matthew 16:18 and Isaiah 61:1)

Join me on Tuesdays to fast and pray for the American church.

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Summer Break

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I am taking a summer break to finish a couple of projects. So, see you soon.

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Prayers for Israel (7/17/2018)

The Apostle Paul made a statement about his Jewish brethren that has always given me the shakes:

With Christ as my witness, I speak with utter truthfulness. My conscience and the Holy Spirit confirm it. My heart is filled with bitter sorrow and unending grief for my people, my Jewish brothers and sisters. I would be willing to be forever cursed—cut off from Christ!—if that would save them. (Romans 9:1-3 NLT)

The Apostle Paul was willing to give up his eternal salvation and take his Jewish brethren’s place in Hell if that would provide salvation for them. This is the same love Christ had for Israel.

My love for Israel hasn’t reached that level yet, but if I want to be an intercessor for the nation, it’s the level my love needs to attain.

My prayer today:

Lord, give me Your love for Israel, no matter what it may cost me.

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

Join with me on Tuesdays to fast and pray for Israel and Jerusalem.

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Prayers for America (7/12/2018)

My wife and I recently visited San Francisco for the first time. It’s easy to see why the city appeals to so many people with its various neighborhoods, parks,  and all of its historic sights. What a city!

BUT it’s just as easy to see the many problems the city is suffering from right now. The solutions to these problems probably will not end in win/win compromises for everyone.

On Wednesday, a new mayor, London Breed, was sworn into office. She is the first African-American female to head the city.

My prayer today:

Lord, I pray that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to London Breed, the Spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the knowledge of Him, having the eyes of her heart enlightened, that she may know what is the hope to which He has called her, what are the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of His power toward us who believe. (Based on Ephesians 1:17-19)

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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Uncle Phil was a Hero

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Phil Fielder was a handsome seventeen-year old Iowan whose remaining boyhood years were set aside by World War II. Four older brothers enlisted soon after Pearl Harbor. He followed their lead by signing up on July 10, 1942. After boot camp, he attended airplane mechanic’s school and specialist’s training for P-38 fighter planes.

But like many other young men, Phil hated sitting on the sidelines, thousands of miles away from action so he volunteered for gunnery school. The heavy casualties in the air war over Germany caused his transfer orders to quickly pass through proper channels for his relocation to Pueblo, Colorado. The Army assigned him to a B-24 bomber crew as a flight engineer and a machine gunner after graduation.

In the midst of the Army’s hurry-up-and-wait schedule, Phil married Helen Kimler on October 24, 1943. Their honeymoon was brief, but fortunately, she was able to travel with him to Colorado. The months quickly passed until Phil was assigned to a bomber crew. Helen left for Iowa, pregnant with their soon arriving child, while Phil flew off to war.

During World War II, more than 18,300 B-24 bombers were manufactured in America. It was a clumsy looking four-engine airplane with twin tails and a nose wheel. The cruising speed was 200 miles per hour with a maximum rating of 300 miles per hour. Aptly named the Liberator, it was armed with ten .50 caliber machine guns and could carry a payload of 8,800 pounds of bombs. 

Though fondly remembered by their ten-man crews, the B-24’s were anything but passenger friendly. Noisy, bumpy, cumbersome, awkward, cramped, and uncomfortable with no heat, no restrooms, no pressurized cabins, no padding on the iron seats, and no kitchen facilities. Temperatures were as low as fifty degrees below zero at times with winds gusting through the cabins from the open bomb bay doors and machine gun turrets. Each man used an oxygen mask at altitudes above 10,000 feet and wore two parachutes: front and back. 

Phil’s ten-man crew was a part of the 15th Army Air Force and the 485th Bomber Group. Their ages ranged from nineteen to twenty-three years old. Captain Tom McDowell was a respected veteran at the ripe old age of twenty. Uncle Phil was the second youngest and the only married man on the crew.

Landing in Venosa, Italy, the B-24 crew flew their first mission on September 6, 1944. Thus, began their countdown towards a minimum of thirty-five bombing runs over enemy territory before being reassigned to less hazardous duties.

Thirty-five missions over Germany, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, and Austria. Thirty-five flights bombing oil refineries, railroad yards, ammunition plants, ball bearing factories, and whatever else. Thirty-five trips through anti-aircraft fire filled with deadly flak so heavy it appeared to be black clouds. Thirty-five times taking off knowing one in three planes might not return that day. Thirty-five tests of courage far beyond what normal men could ever hope to bear. It was no wonder these crews became life-long friends after enduring such perils together.

On one particular mission, Phil’s B-24 came under heavy anti-aircraft fire just after dropping their bombs. A piece of flak tore a hole in the hydraulic reservoir tank, spraying oil all over the cabin. If left unrepaired, the bomb bay doors would remain open and the plane’s wheels could not be lowered into landing position when they returned to the base. Valuable seconds ticked off. Something had to be done or the plane would have to be ditched, forcing them to use their parachutes. A dangerous last resort for B-24 crews.

“See if you can do something! And be quick about it!” shouted Captain Tom to Uncle Phil.

Phil saw a small broom under the pilot’s seat. He grabbed it, broke the handle off, and made his way toward the hydraulic tank.

The trek to the rear was dangerous under normal conditions because there was no aisle. Just an eight-inch wide catwalk spanned the thin aluminum doors, but on that day, the bomb bay doors were wide open with high winds ripping through them. The plane flew at an altitude of twenty-eight thousand feet, with temperatures at forty degrees below zero. Slippery hydraulic oil covered everything, including the narrow catwalk.

Phil unhooked his front parachute pack and edged sideways over the long oily catwalk, much like a high wire walker in a circus. He crossed the open bomb bay doors to the leaking tank. Arriving there, he cut off a finger on his leather glove, shoved the broom handle into the lopped off piece, and rammed the jury-rigged wad into the tank’s gaping hole. It worked. The leak stopped.

Was there a band playing for our hero when he arrived back at the base? No. Did any reporters rush to write about his heroic act of courage? No. Were any medals of honor pinned on his chest? No. Did he really expect to receive any of this? No. Phil instead received the grateful thanks from the ones he considered the most important people in the war zone: his crewmembers.

Phil and his crew completed their quota of thirty-five bombing missions in April 1945 and then were reassigned back to the states. There he reunited with Helen and finally met his seven-month old son, Philip, Jr.

Uncle Phil summed up his actions on that day with the hydraulic reservoir by saying, “Somebody had to do it. It just turned out to be me.”

(Excerpt from The Hunt for Larry Who by Larry Nevenhoven, © 2014, Amazon eBook)

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