Revival Truth
08/23/2008 10:09:14 PM
The truth of truth of Revival is about to be revealed.
THERE IS NO MAN MADE REVIVAL.
As a boy of 10 my life was forever changed. zzzzzzzziiiiiiiippppppppp 08/22/1953 10:37 AM. We backed it up a little bit. I was about 6, with what memories that weren't blown away from tragedy and I still have, I relate them to certain people. Guess what, I wasn't abused by a Roman Catholic priest sexually, now that's an anomaly. Somehow God keep the evil away from me.
At the age of about 6 years of age. I knew that the LORD God was looking after me. He knew all the crap I would go though in order to be sitting here writing this page. I didn't have yet Jesus Christ for the Roman Catholic Church kept Him away from us for 12 years. Nice cult huh? No force, summers off, yet with those few hours a week in the Catholic schools, for twelve years, they effectively made HIM, the Name about all names, kind of like a baby that never grew up and he died and came to life. The end. No, Sister Mary Ann, the beginning.
I had a strange feeling around that very year that it was "game over." How to explain what was in my mind or how I deduced the fact that there would be a definite end, "end game", and a new beginning is like telling someone to look at grains of sand in the background of yesterday which spells out the truth, however, I feared the LORD God greatly. It wasn't a fear that some of those preachers talk about, well, son, according to the Greek or Aramaic or Hebrew translation, He is ABBA which means Father, He's your Father in heaven. Now, this fear God business means that he is like your earthly father, would he hurt you, no, he would give his life for you.
In the last sentence I sensed something, again impossible for me to translate the indelible picture I saw, but I feared God, the Creator. No ifs, ands or butts about it, I respected God with true Fear and True Respect! I would never listen to anyone talk of HIM this way, he might be ABBA in the Greek, (if I hear one more preacher say that I'm gonna have to do something about it, it's the most overused term in this generation other than, I, me, mine) but to me I am the guy that killed His Son and He would be coming back someday to find out who did it.
Fortunately, a man named Pastor Wil Thomas took me under his wing, just a guy I worked with who very gently led me to the LORD. It helped that we had music in common and playing in bands in common but my bands were playing for the devil, his for Jesus. The Jesus Christ I never knew, and I started studying the Bible with everything I had. I had a drivers position at the place we worked and by the end of my tour of duty there, I figure I had racked up about 3000 hours of radio time over 3 and a half years. I listened to prophecy preachers, (not the nut bags that are around now but solid Bible Revelation WORD of God), I listened to every word I could while driving from the very old deadest preachers to the dedicated preachers who knew about the events leading to the end times. The same day or early the next morning I would check out the Bible to see if what the preachers had to say was the truth. I never deviated from this formula. Be a Berean, "Chuck over there is a Berean, this guy looks up everything I say", and has arguments about the WORD with me.
Believe me, they weren't arguments, they were wanting to know more of Jesus, what He did for me and I had a voracious appetite for it. To this day, not one passes that I think about Jesus, pray, thank Him, think about HIS blood that gave me the gift of salvation, the cross, Calvary, repentance and begging forgiveness for all the wicked things I had done. Before the 16 years, I had not thought about God at all.
I now know God was preparing me to instantly see an abomination that but three people on the face of the earth saw in the early days of Todd Bentley. I googled and found one blogger, then the Martyrs. I had to leave a church teaching heresy, one I had been attending for 16 years. I heard it from the pulpit by a pastor who use to say never take your eyes off Jesus, now preaching lying signs and wonders. He is teaching many new age theologies, I pray the fog lifts from him soon for as he always said, I am responsible for my flock, I will have to stand before God Almighty and give an account. He teaches that if you do not have enough faith, a certain parishioners arm will not grow back. I really had no credibility because of this hellacious preaching I was under for all those years, I had to keep calling what would come next. When that pastor said he heard from God, then, no, God meant this, to the complete we/I will do it on my own, then my constant complaining about the the direction change of the church, each and every week, to the leaving of the very bond of the Bible, sadness after I left, certainly no way to be. Falling over backwards, which I faked every time, the last time cracking my skull on a coat rack because there were no catchers. The pastor saying weird things from the pulpit. His landing just right on very thin steps, placing himself in awkward positions so he didn't fall down the steps. He started twitching, on video. Speaking in tongues, the least gift in the Bible talked about by Paul on how to not misuse it, I apparently received. No one in the Bible has ever fallen over backwards before Jesus except the soldiers who came to accompany Him to His death. When Jesus said I AM HE, the soldiers were blown away backwards and probably covered with a lot of dirt.
Yes, you probably guessed it, it is a non-denominational Pentecostal church or that's how it's been listed in the phone book for years. I wanted to have what the rest of the congregation seemed to have, so I started faking the falling over backwards until I got hurt. The pastor said falling over backward was for the congregation and falling forward was for pastors. Huh? After I got sick of faking back falling, I always knelt forward and ended up with my face on the carpet, always on purpose.
There is just so much more the day the scales fell from my eyes but it's not really necessary. What was the final straw, when he started promoting and preaching Todd Bentley, I walked out, never to return. Of course, we pray for this our fallen pastor to come to his senses, come to repentance, come begging for forgiveness of the LORD God, unfortunately he is getting more and more to the other side and I pray for all my friends who just will not go against what they know is wrong because standing and starting over again is so hard to do. But, IT CAN BE DONE!
My wife finally told me this week that I was right from the start of the Todd Bentley endorsement, and leaving by myself a church I was associated with for 16 years. My eyes were closed a lot of the time in worship of my Saviour. When I heard this odd preaching coming from the pulpit, I decided to see what was going on. I was shocked. Screaming, laughing, falling over backwards, everyone under orders to see lying signs and wonders. Through the last year, every week was in a different direction, I complained to my wife a lot for one and a half years, especially when the pastor decided, I mean God told him to buy a huge warehouse, which fell though after demanding prayer and fasting, then said, God was wrong, I didn't hear it right, etc. (get the tape) but He wants us to buy another building, (a dilapidated slab brick building that was a wreck). Many of the congregation helped out. We went on Saturdays to just try and be positive and have worked on the church. It turned out beautiful, the majority of work being done by those who did everything else.
Never be in a bad place like a divorce and make decisions. Mine was faulty. The person I replaced in the p&w band left because they felt a calling to go back to their old church, a charismatic Roman Catholic Church. Let it go round in circles.
No, there will be no REVIVAL, until JESUS CHRIST calls it. It will come on instantly worldwide and will affect everyone, atheists to followers of Jesus Christ and it will be undeniable. Until then, I wouldn't pay any attention to the pastors and the Todd Bentley's of the world, even down to the least of them.