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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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Give Me This Mountain

Eighty-five year-old Caleb went with a group from Judah to speak with Joshua about their inheritance in Canaan. Caleb reminded Joshua that he was one of the two men who stood in faith when the other ten men gave a bad report about the Promised Land.

“Moses promised,” said Caleb, “that the land where my feet walked upon would be my inheritance and my children’s forever because I wholly followed the Lord.”

Caleb then added, “Now therefore, give me this mountain which the Lord promised me.”

Joshua responded by giving Hebron to Caleb.

Hebron is a historic site where the Tomb of the Patriarchs is located. In this tomb, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Sarah, Rebekah, and Leah are supposedly buried. Today, it is a revered city for Muslims, Jews, and Christians alike.

But what did Caleb do with Hebron?

After he had conquered and defeated the Canaanites, Caleb gave the city of Hebron to the Levites.

So, Caleb received the desire of his heart, only to give it back to the Lord a few months later. What’s with this?

I have always admired Joseph Farah and WND.com. It’s my opinion that WND is the most accurate source of news and has the best commentary on the internet or anywhere else. The best! Their columnists include Farah, Chuck Norris, Dr. Michael Brown, Ann Coulter, Patrick Buchanan, Walt Williams, Barry Farber, Ilana Mercer, Larry Elder, Greg Laurie, Patrice Lewis, and countless others.

Last May, I read a column by Patrice Lewis. She revealed how she was an unknown writer who just had a publishing deal fall to pieces, but still sent a couple of guest columns to WND. Her guest columns resulted in her being asked to write a weekly column for WND.

After reading Patrice’s column, I felt the Lord say to my heart: “You will be a columnist for WND.”

Let me get real with you, okay?

My 1,618 posts on my blog have averaged a little over fifty viewers per entry. Not much! My thirteen published books on Amazon have sold well enough to maybe allow Carol and me to stay in San Diego at a cut-rate motel for one night, take in a movie, and eat a couple of meals at some fast-food restaurants before scampering back to Temecula.

Do you get the point? I am a plodding, prolific writer without a following or an audience.

Yet, God made it happen for me. How?

I had written an article and sent it to WND for consideration to be a guest column for them. They did not accept it. I was, of course, disappointed, but I rewrote it and added a hundred or so words to its length and posted it on my blog.

On November 25, 2017, I was spending time in prayer and felt the Lord wanted me to send an email to Joseph Farah, telling him about the guest column I had sent to his editors with a link to the rewritten version on my Larry Who blog. I did that.

An hour later, Farah responded by saying that he enjoyed the article and would run it on WND.

Two hours after this, Farah asked me to be a weekly columnist for WND.

Was I shocked?

I dropped to my knees and wept so hard that Carol ran into my office. We then both wept at the greatness of our God and how He could make something out of nothing and even use an unknown like me.

My first column appeared on WND on December 1, 2017.

While praying last week, I felt the Lord wanted me give up my writing a column for WND so I could spend more time completing my two unfinished novels and some other things He has asked me to do.

Last week’s column, my twenty-sixth one, was my last one for WND. I loved writing for them. They are the best!

So, why would God give me the desire of my heart and then ask me to give it up a few months later?

Our God is an over-the-top loving Father who desires to give His children what they long for, even though He has other plans in mind. He is El Shaddai, the God who is more than enough…not just enough, but more, more and more than enough.

My advice to everyone who reads this column: ask for your mountain.

 

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Are Demons Responsible for Inner City Violence?

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My new weekly column entitled, “Are Demons Responsible for Inner City Violence,” can be read by clicking here.

If you have an iPhone or iPad, you can perhaps read it better by using the Chrome browser rather than Safari. Also, you can go to the app store and download a free app called: WND.

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33 Years Ago Today, I Met the Man

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In 1985, my life smashed into a brick wall. I needed thousands of dollars to start a publishing company and bail my family out of debt. My sources were all maxed out and the hope level in my reservoir was hovering at empty. I was finished.

The only untouched asset I had was a $125,000 life insurance policy. So, my solution seemed obvious: suicide.

As for taking my life, I had no problems with it because I was an agnostic. No God equals no problems with eternal judgment, right? It wasn’t personal, just a business solution for my family and me.

My plan was uncomplicated. I figured on enjoying one last weekend with my family and then committing suicide on that Monday evening.

Thus, on May 20, 1985, I spent the day finishing up loose ends. Then, for some reason, I stopped at an insurance agent’s office. Although we knew each other, Bill and I were not intimate friends and had never really talked to each other before that day.

Bill invited me into his office. We discussed baseball. Then in the middle of our conversation, he stared at me and said, “You’re thinking about committing suicide, aren’t you?”

His words hit me like a sledgehammer. How did he know? I told no one. It was my secret $125,000 payday. I was speechless. As I sat there, a vision played across my mind about my car ramming into a viaduct and killing me.

I wept and although I tried to regain my composure, I could not. “How did you know?” I asked.

“Oh,” said Bill, “the Lord told me while we were talking to each other.”

His words shattered my unbelief. God was alive and He cared about me. We continued talking and he finally gave me a book to read: Power in Praise by Merlin Carothers.

When I arrived home, I began reading the book. After a few pages, I walked into the bathroom, closed the door and knelt in front of the sink. Looking into the mirror, I prayed, “Jesus, I’ve tried everything else and nothing has worked. I guess I’ll give You a try.”

Instantly, I was changed. Fear and shame were no longer a part of me, but instead, joy and hope filled my heart. Bowing and worshipping my new King, I promised to never let go of His hand.

If my story were a fictional Hollywood movie, perhaps it would resemble It’s A Wonderful Life. Jimmy Stewart would play me and Donna Reed my wife. The angel would get his wings and everyone would live happily ever after. The end.

But sadly, my life has not been a work of fiction. It has been a day to day journey, filled with a few good experiences, but also many mistakes, false starts and failures. Divorce. Loss of friends. Numerous firings from sales positions. Low-paying jobs. Poverty. Rejection. Loneliness. Not exactly, a picture perfect Christian life.

And yet, it has been in the deepest valleys where the Lord has truly revealed Himself to me. It was there He became my loving Father and I learned His grace was sufficient for me.

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Praying for our Schools (2/27/2018)

When will Christians wake up?

The earnest (heartfelt, continued) prayer of a righteous man makes tremendous power available [dynamic in its working]. (James 5:16 AMP)

Every community in America needs “religious nuts” like Lillian Meiners who will gather together to pray and fast for the students in their local schools. Whether these believers meet in churches, homes, schools or wherever doesn’t really matter because prayers will reach their targets from anywhere.

This does not mean laws and other things shouldn’t be changed, but prayer and fasting must be the foundation supporting everything else being done for the safety of America’s students. (From my article at WND which can be seen here.)

My prayer today:

Lord, pour out Your grace on American believers so they step into their ordained authority to pray a hedge around each neighborhood school and to stand in the gap before You for their schools’ protection. (Based on Proverbs 29:2 and Ezekiel 22:30

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

Join with me on Tuesdays to fast and pray for California.

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“Jonah” is FREE Today!

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My book, Jonah, is FREE on Amazon today through Sunday.

Amazon book description:

The novel, “Jonah,” consists of two novellas written specifically for people who live in a post-911 America and who no longer see hope in a watered down, same-o same-o religion.

The main character in the first novella, “Jeremiah,” has his dreams wrecked by a late night visitation with an angel. Then, he receives a prophetic message for San Francisco. Will the city heed Jeremiah’s warning or is the city doomed?

In the second novella, “Jonah,” two prophets receive identical messages for the West Coast. Though each faces different struggles, it comes down to whether or not the people believe the prophets’ words. If the prophetic words are ignored, what will happen?

Fiction or prophecy? Time will soon reveal the answer to all of us.

Available on Amazon for Kindle and Kindle Apps. You can check it out here.

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