Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A Special Message

I thought that I should write in greater detail as to how God revealed to me the truth about abortion. This was not something I had asked for, nor had I tried to investigate, but it was God’s dealing with one of His own.
There were three different events that helped me to see that, though my thoughts were for life they were not quite in line with His thoughts. The first event was the most dramatic and upsetting, at least to me. The second was a warning given by the Holy Spirit and the third was of the Holy Spirit directing me to deliver a message.
This message could have a very special meaning for millions, if only they would embrace all of God's Word, and then there is the confirmations for this message, one given a few hours later that Friday night and the second on the following Sunday morning.
I remember my wife meeting me at the door on January 22, 1973 telling me that the abortion Bill, Roe vs. Wade had been passed. I told my wife, “No, you must have heard that wrong, they would not have passed that Bill!’ I made it a point to be in front of the television when the World News came on that evening and sure enough the Bill had been passed. The Roe vs. Wade Bill is undoubtedly the Supreme Court's most controversial decision that has ever been made.

First Event
It was August 1, 1992; I made a sudden decision to visit the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago that morning. There was a large display of the Development Stages of the Fetus, each fetus in its own jar with a plaque to the lower right of each jar explaining the developments of that stage of life. I had never seen anything like this before and I was becoming quite teary-eyed viewing this display.
Standing in front of the third to the last jar, I laughed and said aloud, “God, Why is this bothering me so?” Wiping my tears away, I said, “Well, I have seen enough of this.” I started to turn to walk away, but my feet didn’t move; with another effort, again I started to turn to the right, but still my feet would not move. Looking at the fetus through my tears, I heard this man on the left, behind me say, “This was life at one time!” I jumped and turned to my left to see who was speaking to me, but there was no one there. I turned back to face the fetus and then looked to the left and then to the right to see if there was anyone near me. I lowered my head to wipe my tears and then looked up and to my amazement, I hadn't moved, yet I was now standing in front of the next fetus, second to the last of this display. I studied this fetus' body and then read the plaque describing its developments of this stage of life. I looked back to the fetus through my tears and the man’s voice again spoke out saying. “Man called this life, a fetus!” I jumped again and quickly turned to the left hoping to see who was speaking to me, but again there was no one there. Turning back to face the fetus I quickly glanced to the left and then to the right to see if there was anyone watching me, there was no one near me and no one watching that I could see. I lowered my head to hide the fact that I was wiping away my tears and again I raised my head to be shocked, I hadn't moved, yet I saw that I was now standing in front of the last fetus of this display. Wiping my tears, I began to study this fetus and then I read the plaque describing the development of this final stage of life before birth. My eyes were drawn back to the fetus and suddenly the Holy Spirit said, “But God calls this, life at conception!”
Suddenly my feet bolted out to the right, not having ever been in this building before, I glanced ahead of me in the direction I was now moving and I saw the Men’s Restroom sign above a door. I thank God there was no one coming out this door as I hit it at nearly a dead run, and I really thank the Lord that there was no one in the first stall. I quickly sat down and started crying out, “God, Why did you do this to me? Who am I that you should do this to? God, I am just a truck driver, why have You done this to me?” I heard some voices that sounded as though it was two men at the basin… no doubt wondering what kind of maniac was loose in the first stall. When I heard their voices I got quiet to listen to what the men were saying, but then I heard two men’s voices from my past; one who I had worked with for eight years and the other was just a few weeks earlier, both saying the same thing… “You say you’re a Christian man, so how do you feel about abortion?” I cried out, “God, I’ve always said, I know it is wrong, but it is the woman body!”
Suddenly I realized that was my thoughts and not the thoughts of the One True God. I cried out, “God, That’s not what your Word tells us, is it? We were bought for a price and that’s with the shed blood of Jesus Christ.”

Second Event
I was an over the road truck driver, in my sleeper in Connecticut; I might have been asleep maybe an hour or so when I was suddenly awakened by a voice saying, “As long as America allows abortion this nation is going down, down and down.” I believe this might have been in June of 1995. I jumped up to burst through the curtains to the front of the tractor, thinking there was someone there, but I found the doors were locked and the windows were up. I closed the curtains and sat down on the edge of my bunk and said, “As long as... As long as America allows abortion.... this nation is going down, down and down.” This brought back the memory of the event at the museum in Chicago, so I cried out, “What is it God, what do You want from me? God, I am just a truck driver, who am I that you would reveal this to me? God, what is it that You want of me?” I laid back down that night, deeply troubled and wondering what the Lord was trying to reveal to me about abortion.

Third Event With A Special Message
Led by the Holy Spirit to go to California, though not to my liking, I was now working out of our terminal in Fontana, California. Tuesday January 19, 1999, I had arrived the night before after a four week run with a student and this was the first of six days off.
I had lived in my tractor for the past six years, no home, no apartment, just a mail box for my mail. When the weather was bad I would normally go to a motel for my days off, but the forecast for the next several days was for good weather so I would be sleeping in my tractor to save money.
I would always get up early and walk into the terminal, grab a cup of coffee and then head for the driver’s lounge to watch the morning news. Two other drivers whom I knew came walking through the lounge and seeing me, one said, “Well they really messed up this morning.” Laughing I asked, “What has dispatch done now?” The one driver said, “They have too many deliveries to make and not enough drivers here today.” I sat there as the two went out the back door and then I felt the Holy Spirit pressing on my chest, after being out on the road for four weeks straight I needed my days off. I said, “No God, please don’t do this to me, I need this day off,” but the pressure continued to increase until I threw my hands up and said, “Okay God, I’ll call dispatch!” The pressure on my chest vanished by the time I had finished telling Jackie, my dispatcher that I would be willing to make a local delivery if she needed me. Jackie said, “I’ll send you a dispatch message in a few minutes.”
Within the hour I was on the road heading for Long Beach while listening to a Pastor Alvin L. Howard on a Christian radio station explaining the mission of his ministry called, His Nesting Place. He mentioned that since the passing of Roe vs. Wade Bill, there have been approximately 35 million abortions performed here in America.
The first two events about abortion played through my head and suddenly the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell them your abortion stories.”
Immediately I cried out, "God, there is no way I can do that. There is no way I can get up in front of a group, let alone a group of kids and tell these abortion stories! God, You created me and You know me, there is no way that I would have the courage to get up in front of a group to tell these stories."
“You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell them your abortion stories.” This was spoken into my left ear, over and over, all that day; even as I was taking a shower that evening and all through the night.
Looking back now as to how I had behaved, I realized now how foolish I was and how amazing His love and mercy is for His children.
The Holy Spirit continued speaking, “You must go to the Youth Group this Friday night and tell them your abortion stories,” all through Wednesday and Thursday. Thursday night as I laid down, I cried out, "God, I would like to do this for You, (Of course He new that was a lie.) But I just don't have the courage to do something like this." After not having had any rest for three days and two nights, I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow that night.
Hey, it’s great to see you out tonight! I jumped and turned to my left to see a young man holding the door open for me; I said, "Yeah, right! I looked down to see if I was dressed, it seemed as though I had just lain down to go to sleep. I turned around to look and there was my van in the church parking lot. Now, here I am at my church four miles straight south of where I went to bed in my tractor, seemingly just minutes before.
I could hear the kids in another room as I walked in and sat down in the back of the sanctuary. I began praying, "God I would really like to do this for You," of course He new this to still be a lie; but the more I prayed this over and over, the more I felt that it would be neat to be able to do this for God; However, I was still certain as I spoke, "God, I just don't have the courage it takes to do this." The kids began moving in and to the front of the sanctuary; I lowered my head to pray and to hide the fact that I was wiping my tears. Minutes later I suddenly noticed my feet moving, I looked up to find myself walking down the isle. I threw my hands in the air and said, "God, I guess You are going to give me the courage it takes to do this. I guess one of these girls is pregnant and thinking about an abortion, right?" Having not received a confirmation, I said, "Okay, God I guess there is a young man here who has gotten a girl pregnant and they are thinking about an abortion, right?" Three more steps and I turned to the right to see about twenty-five kids standing in a circle holding hands with their leader Marcy.
Marcy and her husband, Marlin were one of the first couples to welcome me into this church several months earlier. As I approached this group two young girls separated and reached out for my hands. The Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear, "Fix your eyes on Marcy." I looked at Marcy standing in the circle to my far left and said, "Marcy, I guess I have a message that I must deliver to this group tonight." Marcy gives me permission to speak, so I said, "First I must tell what I had heard on the radio Tuesday morning and two stories before I speak this message.” After the mentioning of the 35 million abortions here in America a young girl to my far right started crying out; so naturally I concluded this is the one who is pregnant. I then told of the warning to America spoken to me by the Holy Spirit and this young girl becomes even more upset with a friend on each side of her trying to comfort her. I continued with the story of my trip to the museum in Chicago and by the end of this story the young girl is totally out of control as well as her friends and even the others in the circle.
I turned to my left and begin pointing to each one that was in this group saying, “The message for this group tonight is...” I paused with my eyes on the one girl on my right, waiting for the Holy Spirit to speak His message... Marcy said, "Yes." Again I turned to my left and begin pointing to each one saying, "The message for this group tonight is..." I paused with my eyes on the one girl again and the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear. I turned again and said, "God can even forgive a sin as great as this."
With my heart breaking for this young girl, Marcy begins a long prayer as each of us join in and after 15 minutes or so, we had gotten quiet and Marcy finished her prayer. I started to walk over to put my arm around the girl to tell her, she hast to accept God forgiveness now; but Marcy spoke out, "His message, that was for me, a long, long, loooong time ago, I had an abortion and I have never told anyone." The girl, Marcy's 15 year old daughter who had just turned in a term paper that morning titled, "Abortion and Its Effects on The Family"

The Confirmations
Since April 1994, when I was led to the prophecies for the destruction of America I would always go into a long prayer every night. Lying down in my bunk to begin my prayer that Friday night; I started with, "A long, long, loooong time ago, I had an abortion and I have never told anyone." Realizing it was not me who said that, but it was the Holy Spirit Who had spoken this through my lips; because this would make no sense for me to say that, I cried out "God, Marcy had never truly forgiven herself for the abortion, but You have made it clear to her tonight that You have forgiven her." I continued for the next several minutes to praise God for having used me to deliver His message of forgiveness.
That following Sunday morning at church, I walked up to Marcy and Marlin and put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Marcy, I just wanted to let you know that you will see your daughter again," Shock at what I just said, I stepped back and asked, "Marcy, do you know that your child, was a girl?" Marcy answered, "Yes, I asked and they told me my child was a girl."

With all of this said, how could I not be a strong advocate for life?

This is the proof that God can forgive you for your past sins just as He has forgiven Marcy and millions of others.
In January 1991 when I cried out with godly sorrow for my past sins, asking God for His forgiveness and renewing my vow accepting Jesus Christ as my LORD and SAVIOR.. He forgave me just as He will forgive you; His promises never fail.
Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death. 2 Corinthians 7:10

As I have said many times in the past; one last thing you might ask yourself, why would anyone subject himself to criticism and persecution by making such bizarre statements, such as I’ve made in this writing, if they were not true? God is my witness to the truth of what I have written here and if you choose to deny what I have said about the Holy Spirit messages, it is your choice… May God deal with each of us accordingly!