WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT THAT PIECE OF WOOD? I AM NOT THERE

I remember those very first days when the Lord began drawing me out of Roman Catholicism. I was very involved with the Catholic Charismatic Renewal, and my husband and I were following a priest from church to church where healing Masses were being held. One day the priest said to go to an empty Church, and seek God. So off I went one afternoon, to a local parish, Our Lady of Lourdes. The church was dark and it was empty, but the doors were open and I went in. I knelt down at the altar and stared at the crucifix. I stared and stared until my knees hurt, so I sat down in one of the pews where I continued to stare some more. I don’t remember the timeline so well, if I had begun to read the Bible yet at that point. I don’t think so, but I may have. As I sat there staring I heard in my spirit… “Why are you looking at that piece of wood? I’m not there.” It was the Lord. I think the Scripture below best reflects the meaning of those words…

Luke 24:5-6 And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,

At the same time I felt the Lord telling me to look at the beautiful flowers at the altar if I wanted to see him. Before you stop reading let me explain. Even in my ignorance I knew that the Lord wasn’t saying that He was in the flowers, or that I should worship the flowers. I think the Scripture below best reflects the meaning…

Romans 1:20 For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:

On another day my husband and I went to Mass at the same church. There was a bigger than life mosaic of Mary on one of the walls. We both thought, why this huge mosaic of Mary. It seemed so wrong. We were thinking, what about Jesus. The mosaic seemed to portray Mary as more important than Jesus, and at that point we were beginning to see that there was something very wrong with that.

You have to remember that all of this was at the very beginning of some sight of truth to two very spiritually blind people. Little by little the Lord led us out of Roman Catholicism, the cult of all cults, and we will be forever grateful.

You can read my full testimony here, beginning with part one.

MY DREAM…

The following testimony was originally posted in 2007. I have done some minor editing and changed the title.

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One day, as I left my house to go shopping, I noticed one of my elderly neighbors sitting on his stoop. My husband and I had distributed gospel literature in our neighborhood, but had not yet witnessed to this neighbor. As I came out of my house and saw my neighbor, I had a strong prompting to share the Gospel with him. Instead of obeying the Holy Spirit‘s prompting, I said a quick hello and went on my way. I don’t know why I did that. I may have been feeling shy, or maybe a bit intimidated, I’m not sure. This neighbor was someone who we would often greet in passing, but we really didn’t know him very well. He wasn’t too friendly either, but I felt compassion for him and had been praying for his salvation.

A short time after that happened, I had a dream …

I dreamt that this same neighbor was in the hospital. I knew that I hadn’t shared the Gospel with him, and that I needed to go to the hospital and do that. There was an urgency, as if this would be the last opportunity to do so. Also, in the dream, he was looking at our Gospel tracts with a happy and approving expression on his face. That’s pretty much how the dream went.

When I woke up, I wondered a moment about this strange dream. But it was the day of my sister-in-law’s wedding day so I was busy, and before long I completely forgot about the dream. Later in the day my husband went to get his brother at the bus station. His brother lived out of town and had come in for the wedding. As they came into the house my husband said he just learned that one of our neighbors was seriously ill and in the hospital. The neighbor had cancer, and was having emergency surgery that very day. It was the same neighbor that I had dreamt about the night before!

I wanted to drop everything and run to the hospital to witness and pray for this man. I thought to myself, how am I going to do that. I told my husband about the dream, and he responded by saying that we needed to go to the hospital right away! I was so relieved. A Christian friend was visiting that day, so before we left we all prayed together. We asked the Lord to give us time alone with our neighbor so that we could share the gospel with him without hindrance.

When we got to the hospital we couldn’t locate the room he was in. This was because the transition from the recovery room to his hospital room was very recent. We waited, and when we finally found ourselves in his room he was sound asleep. We saw someone’s coat and book in the room, probably the belongings of his wife who had gone out for a moment. So there we were, in the room with our neighbor who had just come out of surgery. He was sound asleep. My husband and I looked at each other and started to wonder if we should even be there. We wondered if he would be angry if he woke up and saw us there. We didn’t think we should wake him up, we didn’t know what to do. Just then a cheery nurse walked into the room and said to her patient, “wake up, you have company.” Our neighbor woke up and looked at us. Then he said “God sent you here.” We were shocked! We thought so, and we were sure glad he thought so too!

While we were there, for that short visit, we shared the Gospel with him. We told him he needed to be born again. He told us something about “St. Lucy” helping him. We told him that “St. Lucy” couldn’t help him, only Jesus could, and that he needed to trust only Jesus, no one else. He was willing to pray with us, so we prayed with him. He cried and thanked us for coming. He was very grateful. We went back home rejoicing and got ready for the wedding.

Our neighbor, Mr. D., went home to recuperate, but we never had the opportunity to see him again after that hospital visit. A few months later he died from his illness.

Not every dream is from the Lord, probably most aren’t. I do believe this dream was of God. (It came to pass, and it did not in any way contradict the Bible, Deuteronomy chapters 13 & 18). Our neighbor heard the Gospel, and he was happy to hear it. When we shared the Gospel with him he did not resist, he listened and prayed with tears. This is just one of many a death bed ministry that the Lord has called us to, and it is always a blessing and a wonder to be used by the Lord in such a way.

Are you ready to die?

REDEEMED!

Today, March 12, 2014, is the seventh anniversary of my Mom’s entrance into heaven. I want to tell you about all that transpired before that final victorious day …

MY MOM’S TESTIMONY

REDEEMED, HOW I LOVE TO PROCLAIM IT!

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child and forever I am.

Refrain

Redeemed, redeemed,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed, redeemed,
His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me doth continually dwell.

Refrain

I think of my blessèd Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long:
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.

Refrain

I know there’s a crown that is waiting,
In yonder bright mansion for me,
And soon, with the spirits made perfect,
At home with the Lord I shall be.

Refrain

http://cyberhymnal.org/htm/r/e/redeemed.htm

REMEMBERING MY MOM ON MOTHER’S DAY

Psalm 107:2 Let the redeemed of the LORD say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy;

What better way to remember my Mom than to share her story. I pray this blesses and encourages someone today!

Link … My Mom’s Testimony