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I Finally Surrender to God

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December 24, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Review of Prior Postings

In prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room near death. My spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality, of heaven and hell, and the Judgment God. 

The Judgment Seat of Christ 

If you would like to read the details of these postings, please use the following hyperlinks:

 

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day 

 I lived through the Judgment as I made a promise to God to change. I returned to the physical world and underwent several calamities that also brought me close to death. What I did not know was that I was under spiritual attack, an innocent victim of spiritual warfare.

 If you would like to read the details of these postings, simply click on the following hyperlinks:

 Back-from-Death

The-Physical-Impacts-of-Spiritual-Attack

The-Stench-of-Death

The-Aftershocks-of-Spiritual-Attack

Spiritual-Attack-Brings-a-Hopeless-Outlook

A-Catheter-in-the-Aorta

A-Healing-Miracle-Follows-Meager-Attempt-to-Find-God

Standing-Firm-for-What-God-put-into-my-Heart

The-Spiritual-Attacks-Continue

Spiritual-Warfare-Changes-Everything       

Satan-Calls

 The past three postings address my surrender to God, (I-Finally-Surrender-to-God) and the beautiful vision of the world to come (Surrender-is-Followed-by-a-Glorious-Vision) and my dramatically changed (Gods-Plans-Begin-with-Blessings.)

I Finally Surrender to God

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

 

The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden

 But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with powerful digestive enzymes capable of decomposing the internal organs of my body. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. Then I was beset by a series of traumatic attacks of a mysterious infection that took me to the brink of death on three separate occasions. Not realizing that I was under spiritual attack my troubles continued. Here is what happened next.

My health continued to improve slowly and I eventually started working full time again. Soon afterwards I transferred to our Dallas/ Fort Worth location. So there were some good things happening, but it was a mixed bag at the same time. Just after we moved to Texas, my dad died after being sick for over a year with a heart condition. I loved him very much and In losing my dad, I lost the one person in this world who truly believed in me. I miss him still. In the meantime, I was having work-related problems. There had been a departmental reorganization at work and I found myself working for someone who had very different ideas than I did. As time went on, the situation became more and more unbearable and I became increasingly unhappy. One night after my wife was in bed, I walked the hallway thinking about the possibility of being out of work. There had been some rumors about a reduction in staffing levels coming down the pike. My disagreements on the direction of the department would make me an easy target if such a reduction in force were to take place. I thought about how hard it would be to find another job in the current down economy. What bothered me more than anything was the thought about how I was letting my family down.

 

This was a breaking point for me. I just could not handle all the turmoil in my life anymore. As I walked back and forth down the hallway of my home I became emotionally upset and I finally gave up on the idea that I could do it all on my own. I lost my balance and fell against the wall on my left side crying. Then I blurted out, “Okay God, I give up. I will do whatever You want me to do.” Those words came from my heart.

 

I did not realize it then, but this surrender was the start of wonderful changes. Things would continue to get worse for a while, but now God was going to show me that He had a new direction and a new strategy for my life. Big changes were in store for me, whether I knew it or not. I was about to move into the realm of God’s will. In addition, I was about to learn how God leads and works with His people in this world. I was about to experience the blessings and favor that He bestows on those who faithfully follow and love Him.

 

The Transfigured Jesus With Moses And Elijah

 

 

Most importantly, I was about to see the manifestation of the power and glory of God. I was now headed directly toward a relationship with the one and only God. From this point forward I would be changed forever, never to be my former self again—never wanting to go back, never looking back, and all the while discovering that I had received the most tremendous blessing possible. I had been saved from the horrible fate that I had chosen for myself and had been placed on a pathway that leads to the glory of God (notice the pathway carved out of the earth below, the one that leads to the glory of God.)

 

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

 

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SATAN CALLS

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December 22, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

SATAN CALLS

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

The Last Judgment by Michelangelo

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with powerful digestive enzymes capable of decomposing the internal organs of my body. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. Then I was beset by a series of traumatic attacks of a mysterious infection that took me to the brink of death on three separate occasions. I still did not realize that I was under a spiritual attack and as a result the attacks continued. Just to be sure that there was no mistake about what was happening, Satan himself was about to let me know what the source of my future troubles was. Here is what happened.

One day I was alone in my apartment and the phone rang. I picked it up and the voice at the other end said, “This is Satan.” The voice was not that of a human. It sounded like something from a science fiction movie. It was loud and somewhat garbled. I would define it as metallic sounding—computer generated. There were several distinct threads to the voice, and each was at a different octave. It was like several people were all saying the same thing at the same time but not totally synchronized. That gave the cumulative voice a garbled effect. Based on my experience in hell, you can imagine what I must have been thinking. I was scared out of my wits. Trembling and in a panic, I hung up. I thought that there must be some explanation. This must be a prank of some kind. Perhaps someone was having some fun with me—using some sort of electronic mechanism. But who would do such a thing? I tried to put it out of my mind. Again, I rationalized it away. Maybe it was just a prankster who called the wrong number.

I was rocked again a few days later when the same thing happened. But this harassment wasn’t over yet. Things were about to get even weirder. I had contemplated moving to another city and was looking for new job opportunities. I looked in the National Business Employment Weekly newspaper one day, and found a job ad that looked promising. So, I called the number listed; a voice answered the phone and said, “This is Satan.” It was the same garbled voice again. I said, “What?” I was hoping I had not heard correctly. “This is Satan,” the voice replied. My heart was pounding as I crashed the receiver down. How in the world could this be? No one I knew could have done anything like this. How could this be? Sometimes you just don’t want to see the handwriting on the wall. I called again, thinking I had gotten the wrong number or something. The same thing happened. I never called again. I was terrified.

Satan had not given up. He was still coming after me. But at the time all of this was a mystery to me. I was a blind man walking in a mine field, ready to be victimized once again by the evil forces that exist and flourish against the good people of this world who do not seek God. So, even though I still did not realize it, more attacks were on the way.

If Satan is attempting to destroy your life also, then turn to Jesus for help. Invite Him into your life. Say the following words: Jesus I need you. I invite you into my life. I ask for your forgiveness for all of the wrong doings of my life, especially those when I turned my back on you. I now seek to conform my life to your will and to be the person you want me to be. I now therefore reject Satan and all the works of the devil. I reject the glamor of this world and seek the love of God in my life. Sweet Jesus be my protector, my salvation and my leader toward a new life. I ask this in the name of Jesus the Christ of Nazareth.

Jesus is Tempted on the Mountain

To start you on your new road toward God, seek to find Him through scripture reading and prayer. Find a quiet time to read and meditate. Start with the book of John reading for 15 to 20 minutes. Then stop and ask God to explain these scriptures to you. Compare the deeds of your life to those of the stories you read. Ask God to reveal and help you rectify any discrepancy. Put all of your troubles behind you. Give them to Jesus and ask Him to carry them for you. Seek God in the quiet. Don’t worry about talking but rater seek to hear in the quiet. Try to continuously pull yourself toward God in the spiritual realm. Seek the assistance of the Holy Spirit in all of the above. Remember, Jesus has been victorious over the devil.

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

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Spiritual Warfare Changes Everything

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December 16, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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Spiritual Warfare Changes Everything

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

The Last Judgment

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with powerful digestive enzymes capable of decomposing the internal organs of my body. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. Then I was beset by a series of traumatic attacks of a mysterious infection that to me to the brink of death on three separate occasions. I still did not realize that I was under a spiritual attack and as a result the attacks continued. The remaining portion of this posting will address a how these attacks of spiritual warfare would totally change my life.

Spiritual Warfare Reveals the Truth

From this point forward most of my physical problems subsided and my general health was gradually improving. I had been in either a hospital or on home care for over four months now and was eager to get back to work. I thought that I was ready and disregarded my family doctor’s warning that I was not as strong as I believed. I went to the company’s personnel department and took the physical exam required to return to work. They allowed me to start work again, but on a very limited basis.

But my problems were not over by a long shot as I was about to enter into a new phase of troubles. All of these problems centered on my blindness to the reality of God in all of my circumstances. It had not dawned on me that God was behind my good progress and therefore it never occurred to me that I should give Him thanks for bringing me back from the dead and healing my body. True, I had picked up the bible in an attempt to find God, but never tied this to my healing. Therefore I did not give Him the credit and I did not ask for His protection from harm. As a result, I would face a new bombardment of problems and calamities in my life.

During the time of my recovery I never realized that the damage done to my body would have such a major impact on my life. It would require that I change who I was into something new. In this posting I will tell you about one facet aspect of my life that had to change. The result was that everything else would have to change as well. It would also bring to my eyes exactly the type of person that I had become.

My pancreas problem required that I not ever drink alcohol. Not a single drop. I was advised not to take alcohol based medicines like cough syrup. When my doctors first communicated this information to me I did not want to believe them. But, as it turns out they had the statistics on their side. They told me that a pancreatic dysfunction is typically caused by a combination of one to three lifestyle factors. The number one factor is high alcohol intake, the second is a high fat diet, and the third is a high stress lifestyle. I would have to admit that I was probably over the acceptable limits in all three categories. They also communicated to me that once someone has a pancreas problem that an introduction of alcohol will often trigger a reoccurrence of the illness regardless of the cause.

Here are the statistics that my doctors presented to me: if I started mild drinking again, I would have a ninety-nine percent chance of a reoccurrence of my pancreas problem. In addition, the next episode would have a ninety-nine percent chance of being much worse than the first one. They also told me that based on my condition when I first entered the hospital that I had a one-in-three chance of survival. Since any reoccurrences would lessen my chances of survival substantially, what they were really telling me was that I was a walking dead man if I started to drink again. I really did not want to quit drinking but the stakes were too high. Drink or live, that was the question and I chose to live. I therefore committed myself to quit and to do what ever it took to ensure that I kept myself away from these potential dangers.

Spiritual Warfare Mandates Change

I had no idea of how difficult it would be. I did not understand that it would change everything including my friends, favorite activities and even who I was. For example, I never realized that drinking had become the hub of all my interpersonal relationships. Drinking was my way of socializing.

I was involved in lots of activities but they were just occasions established for drinking. Drinking was the real reason for the softball leagues, the canoe trips, camping excursions, the bowling league, traveling, and seemingly everything else. What I discovered that drinking was my life. Without it, I was confronted with a big void.

In the beginning I knew that I would just quit going to bars and other social events including parties. They were really nothing more than disguises for my drinking buddies to convene. Much to my surprise, I discovered that my old friends, for whom I had such a high regard, were not very interested in me anymore. It was like they were saying, “If you will not come out and have a drink with me then you have chosen not to be my friend.” They were cordial and warm in every way but even so, there was an obvious distance between us that had not been there before. I guess that they did not understand the reason why I could not hang out with them anymore.

After thinking about this problem for a while, I thought what the heck; there is no reason why I should not go to the bars and parties with my friends. I will drink ginger ale or club soda to sidestep the alcohol problem. I am strong enough; I can resist the temptation of having alcohol everywhere and yet not partake. So I tried it and another crude reality hit me. All of my world-class comedian friends were not nearly as funny when I was sober. Sorry, but their jokes were not comical, but rather just stupid most of the time. I found myself being the stick in the mud—the only one not laughing. I thought, okay perhaps I will try recreational drugs. Maybe this will be able to get me down with the crowd. To be honest, the drugs just made me stupid. That was not what I wanted. In the end, I dropped out of the bar and party scene completely.

Upon reflecting upon it I realized that many of these people never came to the hospital to see me anyway. Could it be that they were not the really good friends that I thought they were? I suddenly felt like an outsider with the people I thought I knew. I felt alone. Then I knew that my old life was dead, dead, dead. I was going to have to reinvent myself—create a new life. I had to change, but into what? Our future postings will tell.


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The Spiritual Attacks Continue

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December 13, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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The Spiritual Attacks Continue

 

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

The Last Judgment by Michelangelo

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with powerful digestive enzymes capable of decomposing the internal organs of my body. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. Then my doctors wanted to perform an unnecessary operation but I refused after getting a second opinion. I still did not realize that I was under a spiritual attack and as a result the attacks continued. The remaining portion of this posting will address a series of these attacks that had my doctor’s baffled.

 

Going Home

As the second opinion predicted, I started to feel much better and was getting stronger. However, I was still having some problems with food digestion and as a result, had to stay on aortal IV feedings. I no longer had to nap several times a day my weight was holding steady and with more time on my hands, I walked the halls of the hospital out of boredom.

My family doctors thought that now I was out of serious trouble and since the IVs could be administered at home, I could be released and placed me on home care.

The home care package provided everything that I had previously been getting at the hospital. A refrigerator was delivered to my house to keep the IV solutions fresh. The solutions were delivered weekly, and a delivery schedule was established to ensure that I did not run out of supplies. They sent a person to instruct me how to do all of the IV set up work; I became responsible for doing all of my own IV setups. This meant I had to ensure that the IV was hooked to my catheter properly each day at the appropriate times. In addition, the home care plan required frequent checkups at my family doctor’s office to ensure that things were progressing normally.

The Spiritual Attacks Come Suddenly

For the first couple of weeks, things went well. Then one day for no apparent reason, I suffered what I would describe as a severe cold chill with uncontrollable shivers. During this episode my body shivered and convulsed for approximately ten minutes. The coldness I felt could not be remedied with blankets, and I became so cold that even my lips turned blue. Then, suddenly these chills ran their course and stopped just as suddenly as they had started.

I went directly to the hospital where they performed a series of tests. I talked to the doctors directly, and they were baffled. I was concerned, and so I made sure that the doctors knew the history of my illness and the home care IVs that I was currently receiving.

They told me that it was probably nothing, and I should not worry about it. I remember thinking as I left the hospital that perhaps there was something wrong with my home care process. After all, what else could it be? But they were paid top dollars to find problems with people. After all, they are doctors. They surely would have been able to figure this out. They are professionals. They know what they are doing, right?

About a week to ten days later, just when I started to think that the doctors were right, the chills hit me again, only much worse this time. I am not sure how long they lasted but when they stopped I was exhausted. This was a very serious setback in my way of thinking.

After the episode settled down, I mustered up the strength to go to the hospital again. A more exhaustive set of tests was performed but the results were the same. They found nothing wrong and sent me home. Yes, again I made sure that they knew all of the circumstances of my illness and my current home care treatment. Apparently, they could not put the pieces together. They indicated that if they could see me when I was having an episode, they might be able to identify the cause of these mysterious shivers and convulsions.

After another week I went to my family doctor for my biweekly check up. It was there that the third episode occurred. It started while I was seated on the table and the doctor was examining me. I started shivering, and the nurses covered me with blankets but with no effect. I looked in the office mirror and could see my lips turning blue. This time the convulsions were much more violent, and my fingers and toes went numb as well. The muscles of my body were cramping and becoming fatigued. In the midst of all of this thrashing, my doctor decided to check my heart beat with his stethoscope. As he listened, I could feel the abnormal rhythm of the heartbeat in my chest, and I knew that he was hearing it also. I looked at his face and saw it turn white as he listened to my arrhythmia. I looked into his wide-open eyes and saw pure fear in them. I knew that he thought I could die in his office. I thought that his reaction was an indication of the seriousness of the situation. I knew that I was sick enough to die. But I again refused to let negative thoughts into my mind regardless of my circumstances. Just like before, I knew that I would be fine.

My body started shaking even more violently. One nurse covered me with her body to provide additional warmth. Then the ambulance arrived, and I was wheeled out through the patient waiting room. I got to see, first hand, the horror and disgust on the faces of the people as I was wheeled past them. I guess they also thought I was a goner! Just as in the other two episodes, the violent shaking suddenly stopped in the ambulance. This time they must have come to the conclusion that there was something wrong with my catheter. It was removed as a precautionary measure. Later, tests confirmed their suspicions. A strand of staph infection was growing on the end of the catheter tube.

According to the doctor, the growth caused a chain of infectious materials that lengthened as time passed. Once it reached a critical length, the strand would break off and be released instantaneously into my heart. This is what caused the violent reactions.

I did not know it at the time but I was in spiritual warfare, and the enemy continued to pound me because I did not seek the protection of God. One purpose to these communications is to inform the reader about the reality of such warfare and attacks. If you feel that you have been a victim seek God’s help immediately.

 

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STANDING FIRM FOR WHAT GOD PUT INTO MY HEART

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December 7, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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STANDING FIRM FOR WHAT GOD PUT INTO MY HEART

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden

The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with powerful digestive enzymes capable of decomposing the internal organs of my body. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. Next my doctors wanted to perform an operation to repair my broken pancreas. But a second opinion told another story and set off another battle for my life. Here is the rest of the story.

 

The good news of the second opinion was forwarded to the hospital staff, and I was not surprised that they totally disagreed with it. Nor was I surprised when the hospital surgeon warned me that I would experience serious consequences if I did not have the operation. The use of the word “would,” was definitely deployed to strike fear and doubt into my mind. Perhaps they really believed what they were saying. Or, perhaps they just wanted to save face. The thought in my mind at that time was, “surgeons only make the big money when they operate.”

But this was a full assault and as I was soon to find out, they were my immediate family members as well. It wasn’t very long before they were also trying to persuade me to go forward with the operation as well. After all, they were fearful of losing me.

I knew in my heart from the very beginning that I would live. I must have picked up this positive attitude simply by making it through the first night. I, therefore, rejected the bad report and never, ever entertained it in my mind or heart. You see, I had believed in a good report even before there was a good report to believe. In my heart, I knew that I did not need the operation, and I told the hospital doctors and everyone else who came to see me.

This was not faith on my part but rather a knowing. I told them that I would not have the operation. Many people tried to change my mind but I told them that I would not. The doctors tried several different strategies to get me to recant. My answer was always unwavering and to the point. Unfortunately, they pressed me to the point that I had to rudely tell them that this was the end of the line and that there would be not be any more discussion about the operation.

Interestingly enough, by chance I ran into this surgeon on an airport shuttle bus several years later. I was in much better health at the time and was in very good shape and had lost a lot of weight because I had been playing quite a lot of racquetball. Because of this he must not have recognized me, so I introduced myself. Would you believe that he started preaching to me about the operation again? I guess he just did not get the message. He refused to believe the test results that showed that the pseudo-cysts had disappeared. There was nothing left on which to operate! Interesting, isn’t it.

This is how it is with the unbelieving. They see with their eyes, but their minds don’t comprehend. They hear with their ears, but they don’t understand the truth.

It has been twenty-five years since all of this happened and, thank God, there have never been any repercussions from my decision at that time. Sometimes you just have to go with the message that God has put in your heart despite all of the negatives going on around you.


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A HEALING MIRACLE FOLOWS MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD

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December 2, 2010


The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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A HEALING MIRACLE FOLOWS MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with digestive enzymes that are used to decompose meat. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life. Another operation was performed to insure that I had proper levels of nutrition entering my body. But there still was no answer to what to do about my broken pancreas.

 

Then, for some reason I picked up a Bible one day. I had never read it before but since I had the time I thought that perhaps it would be as good a time as any. I was still in the hospital and was tired most of the time. I would often read just a few chapters at a time because even reading tired me. I started by reading the book of Matthew and hung in there until I eventually finished the entire book. I read the words but for what ever reason, they did not hit home. I remember thinking that they did not seem to make any sense. They left me feeling flat. The book of Matthew seemed like a series of nice stories—not much more. I wondered why anyone would get so excited about these simple stories. After finishing Matthew, I continued reading but after a while I gave up. The Bible just did not make much of an impression on me. Little did I know at the time that God would honor my meager attempt to find Him. The following paragraphs tell the story of what happened shortly afterward.

A HEALING MIRACLE

Jesus Heals the Leper

After being in the hospital for a couple of months, my surgeon came to talk to me. This was shortly after I had a second set of CAT scan examination performed. These examinations were performed to look at my pancreas and to determine weather it has healing or if I would need an operation.  My doctor communicated that the pseudo cysts on my pancreas were not being reabsorbed. This meant that I would need surgery to correct this condition. He also said that in the short term they posed little risk because the pseudo cyst tissues were soft. Over time they would harden and be in danger of breaking. Therefore, he indicated that it would be very dangerous to leave these pseudo cysts in their current condition.

He provided me with a long list of reasons why my condition was dangerous and recommended a pancreas operation when I got stronger. When I inquired about the risks of the operation he explained that the procedure would be very complex and risky. They would have to make a fifteen-inch cut in my abdomen and physically remove my stomach, kidneys and much of my intestines just to get to the pancreas. All of this would be necessary because the pancreas is located just inside the backbone and it is inaccessible from the back.

Once the internal organs were out of the way, the pseudo cysts would be lanced and then sewn to the wall of the intestines. This procedure would enable the pseudo-cysts to drain directly into the intestines where the powerful enzymes excreted by the pancreas would not be harmful. Once this phase of the operation was complete, they would replace the removed organs and stitch me up.

The surgeon again admitted that this procedure was classified as extremely risky. On the other hand, he believed that the risk was warranted as he was sure that I would have major, potentially fatal, problems without it.

But the complexity and risk of this operation seemed excessive to me. After all, I had believed from the very first day that I would recover and that everything would be fine. In fact, during my hospitalization I refused to let any negative thoughts into my mind. Bad news from the surgeon was not going to change my mind about the overall outcome. It seemed to me that the risk of the surgery was greater than the potential problem with my pancreas. The surgery just seemed intrinsically wrong. It felt wrong in my head and wrong in my gut.

Members of my immediate family thought otherwise however. They certainly knew much better than I just how lucky I was to be alive (since the doctors told them that I would not live through the first night but chose to keep me in the dark.) After discussing this situation with them, I decided to get a second opinion. So, I contacted my family doctor to see if he could help.

He did some research and found a very experienced pancreatic specialist who was assigned to another hospital in town. Little did I know what a firestorm would be started by bringing in a doctor from another hospital. Apparently, this kind of thing was just not done. My viewpoint was that I did not understand why anyone would want to do it any other way. I already knew that the other doctors in the hospital would agree with their cohort’s opinion. What I needed was a fresh set of eyes, an open and independent mind, and an environment free from political influence. My family doctor did an excellent job playing the middleman in making it happen. He pulled strings to get the independent second opinion set up.

The day that the doctor from the other hospital showed up, I could hear the nurses and the doctors talking about it in the halls. In fact, it seemed that everyone in the building was talking about it. With all the fuss you would have thought that someone had robbed a bank. In any event, the new doctor showed up and did an excellent job. He asked me a lot of questions, examined me, reviewed my records, and ordered a completely new battery of tests including CAT scans, X-rays, and blood tests. A few weeks later he reported his analysis of the new tests, and the results were shocking. He reported that the pseudo-cysts were shrinking! That meant that I would not need this very dangerous operation.

By comparing the two sets of CAT scans, he was able to report that the pseudo-cysts were smaller than before, which meant that they were being reabsorbed into my pancreas. He projected that within three to six months time that they would be gone completely. My body was being healing! This was great news.

However, I did not give God any of the credit at the time. I thought that it was my good positive attitude, a strong body, and good luck. It was quite a bit later in my life that I came to know the love of Jesus that I truly understood what really happened. When I look back at this event now it is as clear as crystal that God intervened. Something happened between my first and second battery of tests, and that something was that I had tried to find God by picking up a Bible and reading it. Regardless of how feeble the effort was, God responded with a healing miracle! It did not even matter that I found the experience empty; God honored my search for Him. It was as if God was saying to me, “Okay son, you took one step in My direction, and you think that nothing will come of it. But, you have My heart. I am going to show you that I am real. My desire is that you live.”

Jesus "The Life," Raises Lazarus from the Grave

Interestingly, I did not even ask for healing but simply reached out to try to find Him. Sweet God in heaven, I praise Your holy and sacred name. I praise You for loving someone unworthy of Your love. Someone who could never change the error of his ways without Your love.

As you can see, God was there again. He was looking out for me and taking care of me even when I did not know it. I think about these things now and wonder why the Lord would love me so. He has saved me from the lake of fire and brimstone, from the pit of hell and the savagery of the devil. He has given me life even though I stood before Him on the Day of Judgment with the stains of sin all over me.

But the battle was not over. The second opinion was not received well by all of the members of my immediate family. In addition, it was not received well by the hospital doctors either. In my next posting I will tell how they both tried to get me to have the operation anyway.

 

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

 

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A CATHETER IN THE AORTA

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November 29, 2010

 

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

A CATHETER IN THE AORTA

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

The Last Judgment

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

 

The Book of Life

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with digestive enzymes that are used to decompose meat. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then suddenly my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed that saved my life.

But now the emerging problem was how to get adequate levels of nutrition into my system. The doctors had tried several times to reintroduce me to food but each time they did my digestive enzyme levels shot up, causing damage to my internal organs. In addition the nurses were having an increasingly difficult time finding a usable vein each time they had to connect me to IV nutrition. Since the larger veins had already broken down, only the smaller veins were available. Of course, using smaller veins reduced the amount of nutrition that could be pumped into my system each day. Since I was already getting IV solutions almost twenty hours a day, this was a critical situation. After a lot of agonizing my doctors finally decided to risk placing a semi-permanent catheter into my aorta.

That’s correct, right through the middle of my chest and very close to my heart. They were hesitant to perform this procedure because a single slip during the procedure could cause permanent heart damage.

But there were several advantages to having it done. First of all my veins would get a needed rest and the problem of nutritional volume would be solved. Once the catheter was in place, all I needed to do was attach it to an IV for just four hours a day to get all the nutrition that I needed. Things would became much easier and totally pain free. An added benefit would be that I would be able to get up and move around more often since I would not need to be permanently connected to an IV.

They performed the procedure in my hospital room and I was conscious during the entire operation so that the doctors could talk with me. They opened a small hole in my chest by going between two of my ribs. Once this was done they had enough room to insert the catheter. As fate would have it, the doctor had a great deal of difficulty getting the catheter to penetrate my very strong aorta wall. The doctor made several unsuccessful attempts to force the catheter into the artery. Each attempt was accompanied with additional force and before the procedure was completed, the doctor was using all of his strength and much of his body weight to get the catheter inserted. At the time that all of this happened I was very concerned. It seemed that all I could think about was their warnings of the risk of heart damage from an inadvertent slippage. But there was no slip as the catheter finally punctured the aorta wall, making a sound like the crushing of a giant beetle’s shell as it entered. The good news was that the operation was a success. There were no slips, thank God. I was very happy and relieved that this entire ordeal was over.

Keep in mind that a permanent solution to my condition had not been devised and that the spiritual attacks on me were far from over. For now I was content but at the same time I felt a need to find God. Look to the next posting to find out what God does in reaction to my feeble attempt to find Him.

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

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Spiritual Attack Brings a Hopeless Outlook

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November 26, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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Spiritual Attack Brings a Hopeless Outlook

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I travel to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced the unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, which were, “Why should you live?”

The Last Judgment by Michelangelo

If you would like to read the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. My problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my body with digestive enzymes that are used to decompose meat. So in effect, my body was disintegrating from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I was placed on a strict fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. Then my vocal cords became swollen and choked off my air supply and an emergency operation was performed. But now things were coming to a head and it looked like we were running out of options. Here is what happened.

By this time, I had gone without eating for almost three weeks although I had been on an IV for two of those weeks. Shortly after the bout of difficult breathing, I started showing improvement in my abnormally high enzyme levels. They had decreased from being hundreds of times higher than normal to only ten times normal. With this improvement, the doctors thought that I was ready to start eating again. They started me off very gradually with a soft and bland diet. Everything went well for about a week but suddenly my enzyme levels shot up dramatically again.

I was placed back on fasting until things turned around. When they did I was reinstated on the soft, bland diet. Unfortunately, my enzyme levels shot up again just a few days later. I was placed back on fasting once again being totally dependent on the sugar water IVs to which I was continuously connected to now. I had now lost over thirty five pounds since I had first entered the hospital. I had no more fat to live off of and the doctors did not want to see any more weight loss.

But then another problem popped up. The veins in my arms, legs, hands, and feet started breaking down. This meant that secondary veins had to be tapped for the IV feedings. This however resulted in less nutrition entering into my system each day. I could not eat without inflicting additional damage to my internal organs, and I could not get enough nutrition into my system to avoid starvation. Things were getting worse quickly and something had to be done soon. But what I wondered?

All of this was a direct result of the initial spiritual attack against me. Surly the devil wanted me to look at the circumstances and give up. He wanted me in a state of despair, but I refused to despair. Rather I kept a positive attitude and for some reason, maintained a belief that in the end all would be well with me.

My next posting will tell you what happened next.

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The Aftershocks of Spiritual Attack

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November 24, 2010

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

The Aftershocks of Spiritual Attack

In a series of prior postings I have communicated how a life threatening illness sent me to the emergency room where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. Being close to death, my spirit left my body and I experienced the truth of our spiritual reality. I travel to and swam in the Lake of Fire (also called the second death) where I experienced the unimaginable horrors. I then went into Hell where I was confronted by Satan and experienced the incredible hatred that he has for me. Next I traveled to the Judgment Seat of Christ and heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, “Why should you live?”

If you would like to hear the details of all of this please use the following hyperlinks:

The-Initial-Attack

The-Intensive-Care-Unit-and-the-Initial-Prognosis

Entering-the-Spiritual-Realm-of-Death

A-Journey-to-Golgotha

Inside-the-Lake-of-Fire-the-Second-death

Confronting-Satan-in-Hell

Judgment-Day

Reliving-my-sins-before-the-Judgment-Seat-of-Christ

Gods-Question-on-Judgment-Day

Opening-the-Books-on-Judgment-Day

Repentance-Brings-Salvation-Even-on-Judgment-Day

The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden

The Last Judgment by Rogier Van Der Weyden

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the intensive care center. I had lived through the night but what was about to become clear was that the battle for my life was not over. The problem was an exploding pancreas was filling my blood stream with digestive enzymes that were in effect, decomposing my body from the inside out. To slow down enzyme production I had to fast until such time as a more definitive direction could be made. This initial effort was having a positive affect when another life threatening attack was to hit me. It was a consequence of the initial spiritual warfare attack. Here is what happened.

One morning shortly after being moved out of the intensive care unit, I awoke having a great deal of difficulty breathing. I was unable to get sufficient air through my windpipe and into my lungs to sustain myself even though I was just lying in bed. Something was obviously restricting or blocking the airflow and as a result, I found it difficult to talk.

I notified the nurse’s station and was shocked when they considered my problem to be of no immediate importance. In fact, they took no action as they recommended that I wait for my doctor to come around on his normal rounds. Well, I had been in the hospital long enough to know that this could take several more hours and that it was also possible that the doctor may not show up at all. This situation was only getting worse with time and it seemed to be life threatening to me. It was definitely not something with which I wanted to take a chance.

So I called on family members to get a doctor’s attention immediately. They came through for me, and the doctor arrived shortly to examine me. He found that my vocal cords were swollen to the point that they were cutting off my air supply. He explained that my vocal cords were exposed to large quantities of digestive enzymes because of my vomiting when I first arrived at the hospital. If left alone, my vocal cords would have totally blocked my air passage and I would suffocate.

Oxygen was administered immediately, and a tracheotomy was scheduled for the following day. The operation required that a hole be cut into my windpipe below my vocal cords. This opening allowed oxygen into my airway even when my vocal cords closed completely. After the operation, I had a small metal pipe inserted into the front of my neck that ensured that the passageway remained open. This pipe was my lifeline to the air that I needed for the next several weeks.

In my next posting I will tell of another set back as the doctors attempt to put me back on a limited diet.

Read the truly amazing life story about how the forces of good and evil battle over a man and the vision that God gives him. Joseph W. Gordon’s Possess the Vision (Xulon Press, $12.95, 140 pages, ISBN 1-59781-205-6) tells about the mysterious spiritual experiences that occur throughout his lifetime.

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THE STENCH OF DEATH

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November 22, 2010

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

THE STENCH OF DEATH

In a series of prior postings, I have shared how a life-threatening illness sent me to the emergency room, where the doctors did not expect me to live through the night. After the doctors did all they could and left for the night, my spirit left my body, and I drifted closer to death. I then journeyed to where I would experience the truth of our spiritual reality. I traveled through space and time to the Lake of Fire (also called the Second Death), where I swam with the other lost souls there, enduring unimaginable horrors. After a time, God removed me and transported me to Hell, where the devil confronted me. I experienced the incredible hatred that he had for me as he tried to destroy me there. Next, God delivered me to the Judgment Seat of Christ, and I heard the words from God that no one wants to hear, “Why should you live?”

But I made a promise to God that I would be better if He would work with me. The next thing that I knew was waking up in the ICU. I had lived through the night, but what was about to become apparent was that the battle for my life and soul was not over. 

The Stench of Death 

It was at this time that I noticed that I was a very different person than I had been before going into the hospital. Of course, I was very sick and, as a result, in a state of funk most of the time. But it was more than not feeling well. One thing in particular was my excessively vulgar speech. Vulgarities seemed to flow out of my mouth with every sentence I uttered, and for some reason, I did not seem to care. Nor was I concerned about who it offended. I spared no one from my offensive speech—not my mother, father, or children. Even doctors and nurses were daily victims of my foul remarks. Things like the simple notes that I wrote to people contained vulgarity. It was so bad that it was even clear to me that something was amiss. I wondered to myself, why am I saying such awful things? It was obvious to everyone that my language had changed. 

The stench of death was still all over me from my journey in the spiritual realms of death. Oh, I was alive and, in this world, but death and evil still covered me like a blanket. My mind was also affected. My thoughts were of sensual pleasures and flirting with nurses. These actions were incredible for someone who might die any minute. I remember thinking, what is wrong with you? You’re so sick you cannot stay awake for more than an hour at a time, and you are considering these absurd thoughts?

In addition, the devil’s physical attacks were about to resume. In my next posting, I will communicate how I fought for my life being unable to breathe.

If you would like to hear the details of all of this, please use the following hyperlinks:

Additionally, the physical attacks of the devil were about to resume. In my next posting, I will communicate how I almost died from not being able to breathe. 

Much love to you from Papa Joe. May God’s blessings be upon you and yours. And remember to:

A VISION OF A JESUS-FILLED WORLD COMING TO PASS

The Morning Star Rising on the First Day

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