He is Healer

Isaiah 53:4-5

⁴ Surely he hath borne our griefs,
and carried our sorrows:
yet we did esteem him stricken,
smitten of God, and afflicted.
⁵ But he was wounded for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed.

 I started this blog to document the movements of the Holy Ghost (miracles) in my life and those whom I have been blessed to come into contact. There is probably nothing more satisfying than seeing the fruits of spirit come to reality and witnessing a divine blessing. When we witness miracles, in my experiences, it's difficult to admit and attribute it to God, it's in our nature to look for a logical conclusion. We shouldn't be that way, secular thought and science attempts to disprove the supernatural at every opportunity and we should be using faith to prove the supernatural at every opportunity.

An acquaintance of mine, nicknamed Coach, was suffering, I have known him for a few years, Coach was stricken with an infection in his right elbow after a botched surgery to repair ligament and tendon damage. He explained his injury; he had been suffering pain in his elbow for years before finally being able to afford surgery that could possibly alleviate his elbow pain. Unfortunately, his elbow became infected after the surgery, although he was on strong antibiotics, his dream of getting his elbow fixed was quickly turning into a nightmare of bad medicine. The doctors had already prepared him for the possibility that he could lose his arm if the infection didn't start to reduce. They had already modified his medication to a stronger form of antibiotic. Coach was concerned that he was going to lose his arm.

I asked Coach if he would allow me to pray over his elbow, he agreed and I did my best to be as sincere and faithful as possible in my prayer. Afterwards I gave him some advice along the lines of, "don't believe what the doctors tell you, just have faith in your healing through Jesus." Weeks passed and I hadn't heard from him, but I kept diligent to mention him in prayers. The next time I visited, the outlook from the doctors had improved, they claimed he wasn't completely out of danger but there was significant improvement. I reiterated to him to just believe in his healing and thank Jesus. Finally, last week, my most recent visit, approximately 2 months from him notifying me of his complication and he has fully recovered. 

Thank Jesus for this man's healing, of course disbelief suggests we could attribute his recovery to the antibiotics that the doctors gave him who messed up his elbow in the first place or you can believe in my miracle working God, YHWY, Jesus Christ, Ruach Hakodesh, King of Kings, He is Healer.

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The Orphanage

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I was recently caught unaware of the relevance of orphans, orphanages and their impact on the world both spiritually and physically. I decided I would expand on the subject of what orphans really mean, how God is fiercely aware of an orphan child's plight and how we as believers have an intrinsic responsibility to care for, clothe, feed and nurture, physically and spiritually, human orphans.o

The 2007 gothic horror film of the same name, uses our fears of ghosts and the responsibilities we have to our children against us. Though its been several years since I have watched the movie, reading a plot summary brought up feeling of fear and helplessness for the difficulties orphans face and the irresponsible, sometimes accidental occurrences that cause/lead to children being victims of orphanry.

Apostle Paul calls us the adopted sons of God; Ephesians 1:5 "Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will,". I remember being intensely frightened by the concept of an orphanage as a child. Disney movies used orphans as central character plot in several of their productions, many I watched as a child. Here's an article by Cosmo effectively calling the frequent occurrence merely an attempt to build a central character story line.

It is the fear of the improbable death of our parents that grips us, the security blanket they provide being suddenly torn form our grasps, just like the plot of Batman, Superman and countless other Hollywood productions. In my opinion the real reason for this focus on orphanry is the spiritual, eternal laws of God being manifest. God refers to himself as the Father, Jesus is the Son and of course the comforter is the Holy Ghost. I sense the enemy is attempting to circumvent the truth of Father, Son relationship and instead attempting to replace it with a lonely orphan counterfeit savior. A fatherless son, an orphan outside of the eternal God head. Yes I know that's quite a bit to digest, since this is a new revelation it will take time for me to flesh out all of the related implications. I am merely wetting the spiritual appetite, if you will.

It then follows: we can accept the adoption of our Father God through the salvation of his Son Jesus Christ or we can look to an orphan god, who resents the Father who he abandoned in favor of himself.

There are thousands of charitable organizations dedicated to helping and housing the orphans of the world, all of which is admirable until we find out the demonic influences these organizations can unwittingly or purposely serve. The Christian church has not altogether abandoned its responsibility to orphan children but is quickly falling behind gov't and secular institutions in its ability to navigate the arena as the State and Child Protective Services are given more and more judicial power to decide the fate of young orphans.

In a sinful state we are all orphans, separated from the Father, but by accepting his Son's sacrifice and sacrificing ourselves to him, we become his adopted, glorified, righteous, blameless children and I do not know a more beautiful and redeeming expression of love and forgiveness.

Blessings and Peace in YHWY, Jesus Christ, Ruach Hakodesh

My earthly father took a massive blow to his temple.

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Recently, my father was knocked unconscious in a work related accident at his home in rural New Mexico. He suffered severe trauma to his right temple, ocular bone and a broken rib. He is very fortunate to have survived and thanks to Y'shua he is in full recovery and making great progress.

I was just getting my work day started around 10:00 am on Wednesday August 26th when I received a call from my step-mom. I immediately knew something was wrong because my step-mom almost never calls me. I was in shock when she told me my dad was laying on the ground with a major head injury, she was waiting on an ambulance and told me the hospital where they were planning on taking him.

My wife and I immediately prayed for my fathers condition to improve and for the healing power of the blood of Jesus to flow into him, I called my mother and she referenced Ezekial 16:6 "Blood Live". I notified a few key family members of the situation and headed towards the hospital. We arrived to find my dad somewhat conscious with major contusions on his head and eye. I began to pray fervently over my father, he was concerned about his condition but the medication used to control the bleeding in his brain caused amnesia so he wasn't aware of what had happened to him.

By his 2nd CT scan the 2 hemorrhages in his brain had subsided, the ER doctors were very much amazed at his fast improvement to his condition considering the severity of his injuries and moved him to from the ER to a hospital bed. A very nice and helpful ER nurse provided an internal assessment of my fathers condition which described an 8cm aneurism. He was given anti-seizure meds and we waited with him and continued in solemn faith for his healing.

My sister has shown an amazing amount of ability to care for my father during this trial and her faith has been refreshed by her witnessing the healing power of the heavenly Father God at work in our earthly father. She had been a practicing nurses assistant several years ago and all of those skills immediately returned when everyone, especially my father, really needed her. The incompetence of the non-ER nursing staff was fairly evident thank God for my sister being there to shore up my fathers healthcare.

Late that night a 3rd CT scan confirmed the improvement in my father's condition. His first night of recovery was very trying and difficult, keeping him from vomiting was extremely important to keep pressure off of his head and neck which could potentially cause the blood clot in his brain to re-open. While the nurses were cleaning his bedding and moving him around he did vomit the blood he had swallowed and it was a very difficult situation to witness, but we remained faithful and spoke healing to my father. My sister and I spent the night at a local hotel while my step-mom stayed with my dad in the hospital, his condition continued to improve.

By the next day he was resting and dealing with the pain of his body being utterly broken the day before. The doctors reports were good and we were all very much amazed at his pace of recovery, which is very unusual for head trauma. He was regaining his memory, he had tactile control of his fingers and toes, he was exhausted, we encouraged him to rest and played Christian gospel hymns at low volume by his bedside. My sister spent the night with him and provided him with the special attention a person in his condition desperately needs.

By the next day his condition had improved significantly enough to allow for him to start eating and drinking orally, they removed the catheter and his IV's. He began to stand up and walk to bathroom along with being able to sit up for short periods in a chair. My father had been miraculously healed of a severe head trauma and myself along with everyone in that hospital was a witness to the power of our G-d. The following day he did a full lap around the wing of the hospital under the supervision of his doctor and he was released from the hospital. I drove him home, helped to get him a few things setup to ease his recovery at home and continued to believe for his full recovery.

Each day his condition improves, today he is now fully recovered besides the pain from the broken rib. He has regained his mental facilities and remembers the beam he was attempting to pull from the rafters of his workshop before he suffered the blow to the temple. No one besides G-d knows exactly what happened, the most plausible explanation is the beam slipped from his grip and hit him on the head causing him to fall anywhere from 5-10' off of the ladder to the dirt floor where a separate head trauma and broken rib occurred. Regardless of the details of the accident my father was miraculously healed of major head trauma by the true King of Kings and Lord of Lords, my God Jesus Christ, Yahwey, Ruach Hakodesh.

 Amen

Miracle God

My initial post to this blog set the stage for showcasing the God given miracles I have experienced in my own life and those around me. Today I present the most impressive heavenly miracle I have so far experienced. My long-time friend and one-time partner in crime was diagnosed with stage 2 testicular cancer approximately 8 months ago, today he received the good news his cancer was gone.

I know what you are thinking, the advances in medicine and treatment made this possible, previously, my old self would have agreed. This was different, my friends doctors did not have a great outlook for him since his cancer had spread from his testes to his lymph nodes from the lymph nodes to the lungs and liver. He received a very potent form chemotherapy (cisplatin) the treatment alone can cause death or severe disability for many patients.

He endured months of chemo treatments, I went with him to a few appointments, it was a wholly depressing and base experience. The suffering along with the financial burden the people who are going through these treatments is enough to make any person question everything. I remained faithful and did my best to support him and promote his healing through confirmation of Biblical truths. I can only imagine the thoughts of doubt that were attacking my friend, his life has been an extreme roller-coaster for the past few years.

He was having difficulties recovering from each treatment and was suffering delays between the treatments which could have diluted the viability of the treatment. His personal family life had taken a severe thrashing in the years leading up to this, a wicked divorce and loss of full custody rights to his only child. Many men in his position would have just assumed to give up and see if the afterlife is all its cracked up to be. Instead he began confessing Isa 53:5 "And by His stripes we are healed". 

Last week I noticed a real breakthrough in his attitude and resolve. He explicitly stated to me that he had been healed, he actually believed the words of our savior that he had been speaking. "It doesn't matter what the test comes back as, I am healed" he repeated to me again and again and I agreed with him. It seemed surreal to me because he hasn't always been so outspoken, in fact in the past his statements were littered with doubt and disbelief, this time was different.

Early today he called me and we agreed that he was healed before he went in to get his results, he reiterated that he was healed. About 30 minutes ago he called with the news, the results were in and he was completely clear of any cancer cells. The joy in his voice was inspiring and gives me chills he is praising and worshiping God.

 His daughter has come to visit him for the summer and he is in the best place he has ever been. My God is so good to his faithful servants, I implore you to give your life and heart to my miracle working God just as my friend did and see what miracles he has in store for you. My God's name is Yahwey, Jesus Christ, Ruach HaKodesh.

Looking for Direction

  The days have been shorter than usual this summer, at least in my opinion, time is speeding up according to my perception. This concept has pressed in on my conscious and has led me to question where I am and what I am doing and where I am going. These questions are usually answered when we eventually find our spouse along with a particular trade or craft that sets the course for our future.

  The answers to these philosophical questions usually don't come easily or all at once and require our own personal thoughts and intentions to be taken into consideration before any answers are offered. Historically trial and error is a reasonable method of deduction and besides being instructed to wait on God, we humans tend to be impatient and jump the gun quite regularly in regard to what I refer to as "our Calling". I have been struggling internally to define and determine my own calling for much of my adult life and from where I am today, I do not physically see any great advances on the horizon.

  In the past, financial stress easily overwhelmed me and caused a fight or flight scenario, a history of low credit scores, a foreclosed mortgage, a bankruptcy, unfinished projects and failed attempts at entrepreneurship. I have made several attempts at attaining a higher education however each time, lack of finances have caused an early end to my studies. 

   I found some success in restaurant and hotel management early in my career and used those skills to further my knowledge and experience base for landing entry level corporate management positions. I worked my way up the ladder until I needed to expand my education beyond my current field. I outgrew my position but lacked the fundamentals needed to continue to move up.

   I thank God for his provision in my life and I know without him, all the the money in the world is useless. However I still wonder, why is it that I have not found my life's passion in a career. I love work and I love to work towards goals that present improvements to others and myself.

   I am looking for direction and believing in the Word. Proverbs 3:5-6 Authorized (King James) Version (AKJV)

5 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
6 In all thy ways acknowledge him,
and he shall direct thy paths.

  I acknowledge you Father, you alone know the truth and my heart. I am trusting you to lead me to my calling and give me direction.

In the name of Jesus, amen.

The Little Door

This morning I was feeling rather slow and downtrodden until I listened to what the Holy Ghost was telling me. It started with the phrase "Mischa Barton". So I did what any young man would and looked up Mischa Barton on the internet and found out what countless women my age already knew. Mischa was a gifted child actor who grew into a starlet on the hit TV show "The OC" and eventually let her partying get the best of her and ended up doing B movies after a short stint in a mental hospital. Last year she made headlines for suing her mother for misuse of her assets, but there wasn't anything explaining why I woke with her name on my tongue.

The actress wasn't the missing soul mate I had always longed for and even if she was there would be no having that because I am already happily married and I know full and well the Father does not tempt us, but the Lord does works in mysterious ways.

Later in the morning I heard another word - "The little door", I searched Google and found a beautiful poem below and a gorgeous hymn on YouTube, I realized while I was listening to the song and reading the article, He had led me right to him, each word he was telling me had meaning beyond my imagination. I was in the middle of writing a letter to a friend when the revelation came: I was led to search for the meaning of the name "Mischa". Of course "Mischa" means "what is like God?" At the bottom of the blog entry is a link, please click in order to experience the majesty, if only for a moment.

G. K. Chesterton's "Here is the little door"

Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift!
We need not wander more but enter with our gift;
Our gift of finest gold,
Gold that was never bought nor sold;
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Incense in clouds about his head;
All for the Child who stirs not in his sleep.
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.

Bend low about his bed, for each he has a gift;
See how his eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(Defend with it Thy little Lord!),
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honoured happy dead;
Gifts for his children terrible and sweet,
Touched by such tiny hands and
Oh such tiny feet.

Jesus is the little door. He is the way! The Lord inclined my ear to his words and this is what he told me. Jesus is the little door.
To reiterate: I woke the day speaking to myself  "Mischa" or what is like God?" - and later found the answer "the little door". The little door is Mischa - Jesus Christ is the only thing like God.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSaabcCPoJY 

A Strong Deluding Influence

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The past few months aka the first quarter of 2015 have been challenging. There is much work to be done in the Fathers Kingdom, the veil is being lifted. There is a coming outpouring of the anointing on Holy Ghost filled Christians. Has God unleashed a strong deluding influence to allow the unsaved to be judged? I pray for guidance in my writing and place the glory on our Father. I am here to honor the Father and give blessings and Thanksgiving to the Messiah and discern by the Holy Ghost.

The year is flying by, here we are halfway thru May and I can't get used to the beautiful weather fast enough. I was up late after an unwelcome homecoming and brief yet intense spat with my wife I resigned myself to the guest room to sulk and attempt to calm my raging anger. I resorted to reading a few random verses of the Bible on my tablet (first the Lord directed my attention to Proverbs 14:28-29 Auth KJV

28 In the multitude of people is the king’s honour:
    but in the want of people is the destruction of the prince.

²⁹ He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding:
    but he that is hasty of spirit exalteth folly.)

Around 4:00 am when I began to nod off, boom, I was having a supernatural vision of the spirit realm, it could have lasted for just a few moments or it might have been a few minutes.

The actual words to describe what I saw have, so far, been difficult to arrange. The importance or relevance of the vision has yet to be decided. I am currently waiting on the Holy Ghost to reveal more to me about what I saw and I am expecting revelation. What I can describe is as follows: It was either a window to the spirit realm or perhaps what I saw was a spirit or a demon perhaps, maybe even the enemy himself. It had a slowly circulating pattern of deep colors and there were paisely colors much like how someone would describe a hallucination derived from LSD however the halucination was confined within a specific field of my vision allowing me to visually judge both the spirit entity in addition to the plain normality of my actual surroundings in the room.

The entity had a clear and vivid link to the New Age California lifestyle, the hippie culture of psychedelics was evident. It, whatever it was, is comprised of the essence of pagan rituals and witchcraft throughout the redwood forest area of Northern California. 

This is not an effort to scare anyone or even mystify myself. I want nothing more than this to be nothing more than my overactive imagination. However, when I asked Jesus for guidance regarding the matter, he answered my call with this: "A Strong Deluding Influence."