It was a Sunday in November 1990, in New York City. My husband and I were handing out Bible tracts in Port Authority Bus Terminal. In those days we attended church services at 10am and 7pm and evangelized in between.

It was late in the day when my husband had an extremely uneasy feeling that came upon him suddenly. He became aware of a group of men lingering by the men’s room looking our way. He picked up his bag of tracts and said it was time for us to be heading back to church. He sensed evil and that we may even be in danger.

At the exact moment that we were about to leave my husband heard a man call out the word… “promise”. The man was standing at a distance. A casually dressed man, a man with a peaceful countenance, who seemed to come out of nowhere. He didn’t approach us, but staying where he was he stretched out his arm, keeping it perfectly straight, and pointed back and forth to each of us saying… “promise, you two, promise, Revelation 3: 8 and 10.” He said those words twice.

My husband, nodding his head, smiled at the man and said “thank you my friend” and began to walk away. The man stood there, not moving at all, simply staring straight ahead with his hands down in front of him now, and quietly said… “read it”. My husband said “ok, I’ll read that” and put his bag down and opened his Bible and began to read the verses out loud. But he could only read the first verse, because he began to weep, sensing a strong presence of the Lord.

We made it safely back to church that night, grateful for the Lord’s protection. Though it happened long ago, that incident is something we will never forget.

Before we left Port Authority that night, and the man who spoke to us, my husband asked him “by the way, what’s your name?” The man answered… “Angel”.

Rev 3:8  I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.

Rev 3:10  Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.

Reflections on the Hymn Writer: Sir Robert Anderson (1841-1918) who died in the 1918 Pandemic

I had been feeling pretty wretched in the last few days and of course when we display a couple of symptoms of the current virus, we think “I hope not…

Reflections on the Hymn Writer: Sir Robert Anderson (1841-1918) who died in the 1918 Pandemic


What follows is an interesting comment from my husband’s site related to the video Romanism, Relics and the Worship of Body Parts and Other Things. These comments were written by a new believer. I previously posted her testimony here.

“I’m feeling so blessed you wrote this. I was Roman Catholic for 47 years until God opened my eyes last January 2018 and the eyes of my family within the next few weeks. I’ve written my testimony on your platform before.


We’ve been going to a Bible based non-denomination church since March 2018. The set up of the church is like a theatre, with seats arranged in an ascending slope from the stage to the back entrance, and the stage in front is where the singers and musicians lead the praise and worship and the pastor preaches. There is no pulpit for the preacher. So the stage is BARE, with this exception of the microphones and musical instruments. The ONLY decoration on the stage is a plain rustic wooden cross… no image or words or anything else on it. 


However, it was depressing (and seemed almost VULGAR) to me, when during the month before Christmas and upto Christmas (yes, Catholic advent season) as extra stage decoration they had these four 3ft tall wooden structures in the shape of ‘Christmas’ trees and focus lights on each of the four. 


I told the pastor face-to-face that it was pagan to have those on stage (just like putting up the golden calf in Exodus). He replied that he knew about the pagan origins of Christmas, but that’s not what the trees meant. I even pointed him to the Bible, Jeremiah 10 about the pagan trees. But he just nodded his head in agreement. I was just burning from within, I just wanted to speak out for my Lord and I asked him why did he talk about and celebrate Jesus’ birth during this season, when it ALL dates back to Nimrod, Semiramis and Tammuz (all satanic pagan worship) and has NOTHING to do with Jesus. When in fact Jesus wasn’t even born in the winter, because the shepherds wouldn’t be out at night with the sheep. He said he knew, but he was going to have to “agree to disagree with me”. 😢


I felt so defeated, because instead of educating the flock with the truth and history of pagan origins of Christmas, he was allowing the church to go along with the pagan Roman Catholic Church timings of Advent and Christmas, when in reality not even the Apostles celebrated Jesus’ bday nor did Jesus ask us to. 


Since I felt so defeated, I asked him how would he like if his wife couldn’t remember his (pastor’s) bday and she could only remember her ex-boyfriend’s (her husband’s enemy/rival) bday, and what if she asked him if it was okay for her to celebrate her husband’s bday on her ex-boyfriend’s bday? Would he appreciate that? Finally, the pastor felt insulted (I could see it in his face). I immediately told the pastor “what you’re feeling right now is exactly what God feels. He is a jealous God.”


I even quoted Samuel 15:22 “obedience is better than sacrifice”, but since he was feeling most agitated and had to get ready for the next service, I wished him goodbye and left. 


However, the next Sunday, the same stupid trees on stage, and worse … they were singing Christmas carols… and now that we’re awake, we know who those were sung to 😢 ‘round yon virgin mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild’. My most loved Christmas carol Silent Night had become an abomination for me from December 2018. I finally stopped going to church services during the season until after the pagan New Year celebrations were over and done with too, and then comes in Good Friday and Easter😂


Fortunately, my full family didn’t attend Good Friday service and we aren’t attending ‘Easter’ either. Although we LOVE praise and worship singing in church, and listening to the pastor’s message, we just don’t want to go through the welcome committee at the front doors  at church and all that fake greeting of ‘Happy Easter’ when we don’t even believe it anymore. 


Jesus was crucified BEFORE Passover. In fact Jewish Passover started sundown April 18. So we made five chapatis (Indian unleavened bread) and put some grape juice in little wine glasses, we read and reflected on Exodus 12 and Luke 24, we ate the bread and drank the grape juice as a sign of remembrance of our real Passover Lamb and we concluded with Ephesians 6 ‘Putting on the full armour of God’ and family prayer. 


That felt so fulfilling. 


We’ve tried sharing the truth of pagan origins of these holidays with our family, friends and Christian colleagues, but their pride comes in the way of listening or accepting the Truth.”



I was watching a church service on YouTube last night and the preacher said that his young wife had been told that the pain she was experiencing had no medical remedy, and this would be her “new normal” in life. The doctor said that he would give her pain medication, but that was all he could do. The preacher called everyone he knew and asked them to begin praying for his wife, and then he had the elders of the church anoint her with oil. The pain didn’t go away immediately, but in a few weeks the pain suddenly left and never came back. What a great testimony! I’ve heard this preacher give similar testimonies of answered prayer. Trouble comes and he calls everyone he knows, the prayer warriors. Wonderful testimonies of answered payer followed.

In the past I have had the blessing of being part of a large prayer ministry. But what about the times when there’s no crowd of believers around to storm heaven when the storm arises in our lives? Sometimes I think, oh, if I could just get the prayer warriors going! But while it’s wonderful to have the many praying, sometimes all we have is the few, or even a crowd of one, and you know what, that’s enough to see the power of our Almighty God move on our behalf. Hallelujah!

1 Samuel 14:6 And Jonathan said to the young man that bare his armour, Come, and let us go over unto the garrison of these uncircumcised: it may be that the LORD will work for us: for there is no restraint to the LORD to save by many or by few.

Pray saints…