Are You Watching & Listening? (Pt. #1)

Post #1 of 3                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              We are living in a world of uncertainty and pain which has been brought upon many by both unrighteous governments and man’s transgressions against God and his transgressions against fellow man. Terrorists are now in every corner of the globe, disrupting governments and the lives of millions around the globe with the desires of destruction wherever there is peace.                                                                                Where there is peace there is love, and this is not something that God’s adversaries wants. Satan’s desires are to kill, steal and roy all which belongs to God, and many of Satan’s followers are eager to even go so far as to die themselves to destroy those who are peacemakers and Christ-followers.                                             The greatest defense against these destroyers of peace is godly wisdom and that comes from knowing God, and His WORD. We are often urge in the Bible to seek wisdom; however, there are different kinds of wisdom in this world. For the wisdom of this world is folly with God. For it is written, “He catches the wise in their craftiness (1 Corinthians 3:19).” There is a great difference between godly wisdom and the wisdom of this world… Who is wise and understanding among you? By his good conduct let him show his works in the meekness of wisdom. But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth. This is not the wisdom that comes down from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere (James 3:13–17).                                                               The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction (Proverbs 1:7). Therefore, of those who reject the truth of God’s existence, most will never read the Bible and those that do read the Bible will do so only seeking evidence to disclaim the truth of God’s WORD.                                  I will admit here and now, I am a very poor reader; therefore, as I am reading the King James version of the Bible, I will listen to it at the same time, and also for greater understanding I use The Bible Pathway Ministries Daily Devotional to guide me through the entire Bible in one year with an average of fifteen minutes of reading per-day. .                                                                                                                          How many times have we read or heard a non-Christian say, If there is a God, where was He, when my child was killed," or something to this effect?  These happenings have shaken even many immature Christians’ faith in Christ Jesus.                                                                                                                                                    In this three-part post series, I offer my opinion of the most amazing and loving heavenly Father we have watching over us, and even over all the affairs of man throughout all nations of this world. God’s wish is that none should perish; thus, He has given us His warnings in the Bible, but He has also shown others more recently to reaffirm these coming events. However, many like to say what God can and cannot do, but they fail to realize that God has no limitations on Himself, other than He will never sin nor will He ever cause man to sin.                                                                                                                                                                                                  Billions throughout all the Earth will claim there is no God, and that is their right to do so. They choose to reject more than two thousand proven biblical prophecies, of which three hundred and thirty of them were fulfilled in Jesus' coming birth, His life, His ministry, His miracles, His crucifixion, and His ascension back to His Father in Heaven.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I have listed over fifty encounters which God has given me, many of which I have had eyewitnesses that could verify what I have written in half of these encounters or more. Several of these events are what I call extremely upsetting, several reveal plots to murder more than I care to even consider, in these events we see how nothing is hidden from an all-knowing God. Please try to understand, I believe any lie spoken about the works of the Holy Spirit would be blasphemous against the Holy Spirit; thus, this I will not do, whether you wish to believe these events pointing out the destruction of the United States or not, it is entirely up to you.                                                                                                                                                                             I will leave you with this one last comment: No one is so good that they need not God’s forgiveness, and no one is so bad that God cannot forgive. **************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Birth November 17, 1948, I consider the gift of life the first of the miracles in everyone’s life.                                                                                                                The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almigh ty hath given me life (Job 33:4).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             2. May 1953, On the family’s White River Bottom farm in Pike County, IN. I was nearly thrown off a tractor at five years old, in front of the four-row planter while my Dad was planting with the John Deere B tractor. Dad caught me by the collar of my shirt; however, I was bruised and sore for a week or two.                                                                                                                                                                                    3. 1956, in the Alford, IN., elementary two-room schoolhouse, while standing with my 2nd grade class at the blackboard doing our “2s,” I collapsed into a coma. The ambulance took me to the Daviess Co, Hospital in Washington, IN. After an examination and may-be a test or two my parents were given no reason for the coma nor any hope. I woke up on the evening of the third day of the coma, I see the white ceiling and walls, I see I am laying in a bed covered with white sheets, I raised my head a little to look around and I see my Mother at the foot of the bed and said, “Mom, where am I?”                                                                                                       The following week Mother and her best her friend Joyce _____, drove me to the Riley Children’ Hospital in Indianapolis, IN. After two or three weeks of tests nothing was ever found that would have caused the coma.                                                       My thoughts are, doing my “2s” on the blackboard had just overheated my pea brain, don’t ya’ know!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       4. June 1956, following in my older brother Alan footsteps, I began driving farm tractors, working on the family farms by myself at the age of 7.5 years and at 9.5, I was even driving the tractors pulling the equipment back and forth 9 miles on state highways through my hometown of Petersburg, IN. between the home farm and the White River Bottom farm for the next 10 years or so, with no accidents. I consider this a miracle in itself.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           5. Wednesday, November 23, 1960, which is the day before Thanksgiving. Both my parents and younger siblings Kent and Marla left the previous Saturday for Arizona, and they left my older siblings, Linda, and Alan, and I in the care of a Great Aunt that none of us had ever known. Arriving home and jumping off the school bus Linda announces that she is going to Cousin Nancy ____ for Thanksgiving and the weekend, Alan announces that he is riding Dusty, our horse over to David ______ for Thanksgiving and the weekend.                                                                                    This is quite upsetting to me that they would leave me like this, so I rushed upstairs and sat on the edge of my bed and watched out the window as they both leave out the drive. I then suddenly thought of my Maternal Grandparents, better known as Mom and Dad _______ to all of us. I had always spent as much time with them as I was allowed since I was four or five years old. Now that I was much older and working a lot on the farm my visits with the two greatest people, I knew in my life was not near enough.                                                                                                             I quickly packed a bag and raced down the stairs and stepped inside the kitchen, I grabbed the keys off the peg, for the one-ton truck, and told this lady I was going to my grandparents for thanksgiving and the weekend. I had just turned twelve the previous week, but I had been driving the truck for the last four years on the farm, plus driving the tractors on the highways by myself since I was nine an half, I was out the back door, in the truck, and out the driveway in just a little more than a heartbeat.                                                                                                                        It was a nine-mile drive with less than half on two state highways and the rest on county roads. Pulling into Mom and Dad’s they came to the door, and I asked, “Can I join you for Thanksgiving dinner? There was no other place in all the world I would rather be.                                                                                                                     The Friday after Thanksgiving we were eating breakfast and I said, “Dad, I got the truck, would you like to go squirrel hunting this morning? Dad, looks to Mom and she just smiles and maybe nods her head, and Dad says, “Let’s go.” And I drive us over near the Pike County State Forest. Early Saturday morning as we are eating breakfast, I said, “Dad, I see where you are needing another load of coal for the winter, I have the truck, why don’t we go get a load this morning?” Dad looks to Mom, and she smiles, maybe nods her head, and Dad says, “Okay.”                           Thus, I drive us back pass home and into Petersburg and out another state highway to the coal mine about five miles North of town. Loaded and back home, I help Dad unload the coal. Sunday afternoon, I asked Mom if she would want another job for the week, she smiles and said she would pack a few cloths. Linda and Alan came home late that afternoon and never questioned why Mom was there nor how she get there.                                                                                                                               Early Friday evening our parents and siblings arrived from Arizona; Dad take my grandmother home…                                                                                                     Early Early Saturday morning I am in the kitchen with just my parents, and I hear Dad say to Mom, “I guess I should get Dad and Mom a load of coal today.” I said, “No need, I drove Dad out to get a load last Saturday.” Dad just laughs and said, “You drove the truck over there?” I said, “Well Linda and Alan left me Wednesday to have thanksgiving and the weekend without me; so, I drove over to Mom and Dad’s after they left. Friday morning I drove Dad and I over near the State Forest to go squirrel hunting and Saturday morning I drove us out to get a load of coal.” I was not scolded once for having done this.                                                                                 Linda and Alan never knew of my visit for Thanksgiving and the weekend and even to this day they do not believe I had done all of this at twelve years old.                     God protects those that are his, and even those that will be his…                                                                                                                                                                        6. January 1963, at 14 years old, I accepted Jesus as my LORD and Savior in a revival in the Algiers’ Methodist Church in Algiers, Indiana.                                           A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh (Ezekiel 36:26).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      7. June 1964, I was thrown from a motorcycle after a near head-on collision with another motorcycle driven by a friend, David _______. Yes, only 15.5 years old, no license, no broken bones, but I was bruised and sore for a few weeks, and I learned a good lesson from it.                                                                                                     O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee (Psalm 69:5).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       8. October 1966, Dad, and I arrived home with a load of soybeans, Mother meets us in the driveway saying that supper was ready. After starting the auger to unload the beans, I told Dad since he had been down in White River Bottoms working all day, I would finish unloading and he could go in to wash up and eat supper.                         After unloading, I pulled the truck into the shed and went in to wash up for supper, as I was washing my face, I suddenly realized my class ring was missing. I had nearly finished unloading the truck, and I noticed I had not taken my ring off as I usually did when working. I quickly rushed down the hall and stopping at the doorway to the kitchen and told Mother I lost my class ring while unloading the beans. I think Mother words were, will it is gone now. I said, “No, I am going out to find it!” Mother said I should take a flashlight, and I said, “No, I won’t need it!”                                              As I was running out to the grain bin I was praying over and over, “Dear God help me to find my class ring!” By the time I climbed in the grain bin I realized how late it was because I couldn’t even see the center of the bin where the beans dropped out of the auger. I felt my way to the top of the beans wishing I had taken Mother’s advice about the flashlight. I reached my hands into the beans to lift out the first two hands full of beans, and immediately felt my class ring.                                                        Walking back to the house I was praising God over and over.                                       For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened (Luke 11:10).                                                                                                                                                                                                   9. March 26, 1967, Lori _____ my four-month-old niece died, even after much prayer. I added this to help explain the beginning of my gradual growth of lukewarmness toward God. However, I was to have many encounters with God in the next twenty-four years in His attempt to draw me back to Himself.                                                                                                                                                             10. November 1969, Now married and visiting the In-Laws, my wife Linda tells her parents that their first grandchild was on the way, my Mother-In-Law says, “I just know this will be a little girl.” I immediately replied, “No, it will be a boy weighing 7 lbs. 8 oz. and 21in. long." I slide my chair back against the kitchen wall in shock at having said this.                                                                                                          Seven and a half months later our son arrives weighing 7 lbs. 8 oz. and 21” long.                                                                                                                                              11. October 1973, visiting the In-Laws again, Linda announces to her parents that their second grandchild was on the way, my Mother-In-Law says, “I am sure this will be a little brother for Brian.” I immediately replied, “No, it will be a little sister weighing less than 6 lbs.” Once again, I had slid my chair back against the kitchen wall in shock at having said this.                                                                              Seven months later our daughter arrives weighing 5 lbs. 9 oz...                               The Holy Spirit had spoken these messages through my lips; no man could have known sure details.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             12. August 1976, on a drive to a power plant to apply for employment, I am crossing over the US-41 highway in Princeton, IN. I saw the smokestacks of the plant, approximately 12 miles away. I said to myself, “That must be the power plant.” The Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear clearly saying, “You have a job there if you want it.” I laughed about it then, but the Holy Spirit repeated this message over and over until I turned into the parking lot of the plant.                                                     Upon arrival back home Linda meets me at the back door and asked, “Your home already, what did they say?” I replied, “I have a job there if I want it!” Linda asks, “They told you that?” I said, “No, a security guard gave me two applications, he said fill one out and mail it in with a picture of yourself, but I know I have a job there if I want it.” Linda walks off mumbling something.                                                               I filled out an application that night and I could not find a picture I wanted to send with it, so I hung the application on the bullet board in the kitchen and forgot about it. I was working some for my Uncle Royal at his John Deere dealership and helping a friend on his farm.                                                                                                         Sunday afternoon, April 1977, I am in my recliner reading the newspaper, the kids are on the floor playing, and the phone rings. Linda comes into the living room and says, “It is someone by the name of PJ Walters, he wants to talk with you.” Mr. Walters asked if I was still interested in a job at the power plant. After saying I was Mr. Walters says they need me to come down to the plant to take a battery of tests and to be interviewed by three different men, Thursday morning.                                  I hung up the phone and turned to Linda and said, “See, see, I told you I have a job there if I want it!” Linda said, “I heard you mention a battery of tests and being interviewed by three men.” I said, “The tests and interviews are as good as passed, I just have to show up for them, and I have a job there if I want it!”                                 Upon returning home Thursday afternoon Linda meets me at the back door and asked how the tests and interviews went. I said, “I have the job there if I want it!”  Linda says, “They told you that?"  I said, “No, they said don’t call us, we will call you; but I know I have a job there if I want it!”                                                                     The following Sunday afternoon the phone rings, Linda comes into the living room and says, “It’s that Mr. Walters again from the plant.”  I jumped up and said, “See, I told you I have a job there if I want it!”  Mr. Walters says I passed everything and that a physical is needed, so he gives me the details for taking the physical that following Tuesday morning.                                                                                                     Two weeks later Mr. Walters calls and says everything is a go, but it may be a few weeks yet before they can bring me on.                                                                        I started work on Monday July 18, 1977. God never fails at fulfilling His promises.                                                                                                                                           13. The week of June 12, 1978, at the power plant working the evening shift, I moved behind a co-worker to push him to his death. My hands were no more than an inch away, when within a fraction of a second of killing Dan _____; the lights went out, not in the building we were working in, but in me.                                                   I closed my eyes and shook my head; I opened my eyes to see my 4yr. old daughter and my 8yr. old son standing in a garden setting maybe 10’ in front of me. They both reached out to me saying, “No daddy, no! No daddy, no!” The lights went out once again; I closed my eyes and shook my head and opened my eyes to see Dan. I moved back away from him. Leaning over a handrail several feet away, I began praising God for the vision He had just shown me.                                                     Dan and I were hired on the same day, and we had worked together every shift since, and there had been numerous altercations with him. Arriving home that night, I tell Linda all of this, and all she could say was, “You are going to lose that job.”  She was not the least concerned for my mental and emotional health.                                                                                                                                                                         14. June 18, 1983, I had worked the evening shift the day before from 4pm to 12 midnight, arriving home at approx. 1:15 am. Still asleep that morning the kids had done left for school and Linda was getting ready to leave for work, when I suddenly awoke screaming for Linda. Linda came into the bedroom to see what was wrong…   I said, "I just saw the space shuttle blow up just a few seconds after the launch."  I had remembered this morning was the first flight of there being a total of five crew members, and I said, "they were all killed."  I quickly turned the TV on but there was no accident that morning...                                                                                         Everything which God had given me up to that moment had come true, so I knew it was just a matter of time for this to happen, God does not make mistakes.                                                                                                                                                     15. January 28, 1986, I was at work that morning when I heard that the Challenger had blown up just a few seconds after the launch and all seven of her crew were killed.                                                                                                                               I saw the picture that evening on the news and it was the exact picture which God had shown me on June 18, 1983.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      16. November 1990, now separated from Linda and living in Mt. Camel, Il.  After arriving at my apartment after work, my normal routine was to place a TV dinner on the coffee table and turning the TV on at precisely 5:30 pm. I returned to the couch and sat down behind the table and reached out to grab my utensils but this evening both hands went way to the left of my dinner to pick-up a notepad and pen. I flipped the pad over and wrote, “5:30 pm Linda is coming.” I fell back and studied the message for a minute or two and then said, “I guess Linda is coming.” She had never been there before, and I had not spoken with her in several months.                 I watched ABC World News, the 6 o’clock local ABC News, and then at 6:30 pm the Wheel of Fortune. Seven o’clock the doorbell rings, I stayed behind the solid door as I opened it, so as not to be seen nor see who was at the door. I opened the door and said, “What took you so long?”  Linda asked, “What did you say?”  Stepping out from behind the door, I said, “You heard me, I said it loud enough. What took you so long, it doesn’t take an hour and a half to drive thirty miles.”                                           Linda said, “You couldn’t have known I was coming,”  I said, “Wait, sit down on the couch behind the coffee table.”  Linda sat down, and said, “You couldn’t have known I was coming, I never told anyone, I didn’t tell anyone at the bank (Where she works), and I didn’t tell Mom or the kids I was going to come!”  I said, “Pick-up the notepad and look on the back.”  Linda did so, and she was shocked, she said it was 5:30 pm when she decided to come, but she had cloths in the clothes dryer, and they had to be dried before leaving the house.                                                                     Linda had gotten my address from my sister, Linda.                                                 Absolutely nothing said, done nor planned is hidden from God.                                                                                                                                                                          17. January 1991, God gave me three nightmares each night for three nights in a row. Each were the exact same and they each began the very second my head hit the pillow. They began with me standing in what looked like a desert. Suddenly, I began sinking into the depths of the Earth, standing on a small platform. As I was descending into the Earth, I would periodically look up to see the light from the opening from where I began my journey growing dimmer and smaller in size. Finally, with a jolt, the platform had reached its destination.                                                       Even though I was miles below the surface of the Earth, and no lights, I could see as I turned what I thought was a full circle, I was standing in a circular room surrounded by dark tunnels’ entrances, one right after another…                                                     Suddenly there were blood-curdling, ear-piercing screams coming from each of the tunnels. I awoke setting up in my bed in great fear, shaking and stunned like nothing I had ever felt before.                                                                                                     After the third nightmare on the third night, I fell to my knees on the floor, crying out to God, accepting all the blame for my divorce, and confessing all my sins. After having felt as though a great burden had been lifted from me, I crawled back into bed and when my head hit the pillow, I was immediately back in the depths of the Earth, standing before the entrances to the tunnels.                                           Suddenly a pair of grasp hands appeared before me. I climbed into His hands and God lifted me back to the surface from where my nine previous journeys had begun, back into the light. I immediately awoke and fell on my knees once again beside my bed praising God!                                                                                                           I suddenly thought of the lukewarm Christian mentioned in the Book of Revelation, and God had shown me that I too was a lukewarm Christian bound for Hell. I said, “God, had I not confessed my sins earlier, I know they would have found me this morning dead of a massive heart attack.”  Thus, the beginning of a new faith in Christ Jesus.                                                                                                                   Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new (2 Corinthians 5:17).                                                                                                                                                                         18. Saturday, August 1, 1992, I was now living in LaGrange, IL. I suddenly decided to visit the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago that morning. I had never been there before and since I was planning to leave the area in two weeks, I decided I had better make this visit today.                                                                                           I entered the museum through the old entrance, which led to the Rotunda with huge hallways leading to the other wings of the museum. I turned to my left and a short way into this hallway there was a display of several large jars with one fetus in each jar, and to the lower right of each jar there was a plaque describing the develop- ments of the fetus at this stage of the pregnancy.                                                         I had viewed all but the last two displays and realized how upset I had become. I had seen pictures such as this in magazines but never the real thing. I said to myself, “Well, I have seen enough of this!”   So, I started to turn to the right to walk away but my feet did not move, I tried again but they still would not move.                                 I straightened back up facing this fetus, suddenly a man voice whispered in my left ear saying, “This was life at one time!”   I quickly turned to my left to speak with him but there was no one there. I twisted back around to face the fetus and quickly glancing to the right and then left to see if anyone was watching me.                           I bowed my head and wiped my tears away. I raised my head and to my shock, I was now standing before the next fetus displayed. I had not moved but here I stood. My eyes are drawn to study this fetus and then to read the plaque, and then back to the fetus.                                                                                                                Suddenly the voice once again spoke out saying, “Man called this life, a fetus!”   I jumped again and quickly turned to look for someone, but again there was no one near me. I twisted back to face this fetus and quickly glanced again to the right and then left. I bowed my head and wiped more tears away. I raised my head, and once again, I had not moved but now, I was standing in front of the last display.                   My eyes were drawn to this fetus to study and then to read the plaque of the final developments of this fetus just before birth. Suddenly, once again the voice whispered in my left ear saying, “But God calls this, life at conception!”                 My feet suddenly bolted out to my right, I looked ahead of me and saw a “Men’s Restroom” sign above a door. I thank God there was no one coming out this door as I hit it nearly at a run, and I thank God the first stall was empty as I hit that door. I sat down crying out, “Why God, why have You done this to me? Why God? I am nothing more than a truck driver, why have You done this?”                                                       I heard the voices of two men at the basin, no doubt wondering what kind of crazy guy was loose in there. I tried to listen to what they were saying and then I heard the voices of two men whom I had worked with in past; Ron _____, whom I had worked with in Chicago for the last four months, and Mike _____, whom I had worked with for nearly twelve years in Southern Indiana. Both men speaking out at the same time saying, “You say you are a Christian man; how do you feel about abortion?”       I jumped on my seat hearing their voices, I cried out, “God, I always did say that abortion was wrong! I jumped once again and said, “God, Your WORD tells us that we are not our own, we were bought for a price, and that was by the shed Blood of Jesus Christ!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         19. Saturday, August 15, 1992, I had been preparing to leave LaGrange on the following day for Cedar Rapids, IA. to start a new job. I believe it was 9 am that morning when my phone ranged. I picked up the receiver and to my shock, I said, “Hello Michelle!” My daughter whom I had not expected to hear from, I had not seen nor talked to her in over two years. I did not have her phone number, and I had no Caller ID, but the Holy Spirit does not need Caller ID.                                         Michelle asked, “How did you know it was me?” I said, “I did not know it was you, but the Holy Spirit certainly knew!”                                                                              Michelle had gotten my number from my sister. We talked for maybe twenty minutes or so, and I told her I was leaving the next day for Iowa, and we said our goodbyes. Michelle called me back three or four times that day and each time I answered, “Hello Michelle.” I had not expected to hear from her again after each call.                 As I have said before, absolutely nothing said, done, nor even planned is hidden from our God.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      20. I am thinking it was the first week of January 1994. I am now an over-the-road truck-driver; it was a beautiful day, I was Eastbound on I-80, approaching Salt Lake City, UT. The best I can remember the temperature was 24 or so, the sky was clear, and the road was dry. I noticed dark clouds hovering over the mountain East of the city. Suddenly the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “Go North, come back on I-84.”                                                                                                               I grabbed my CB mic, I said, “Eastbound Werner, this is CRST behind you, do you see the dark clouds over the mountain, that does not look good, are you going over the mountain today?” Werner replied, “Yes, I am going over the mountain.”  I said, “Well, you probably have a heavy load today.”  If I remember correctly, he said he had 34,000 in his wagon. I said, “I only have 14,000 in my wagon. I am hearing in my left ear, ‘Go North, come back on I-84.’”                                                                   Another driver cut in saying, “CRST this is a Westbound Werner passing you now, I just came over the mountain, it was wet on the Eastside, dry on top and dry coming down the Westside, and the traffic is moving good.” I repeated to him, “I am hearing in my left ear, ‘Go North, come back on I-84.’”                                                             Another driver cut in and said, “CRST, this is a Westbound Schneider, it’s true, what Werner just said, it’s wet on the far Eastside, dry on top and all the way down the Westside, and there is no backups coming down.”  The Eastbound Werner came back laughing, saying, “Come on CRST, I will hold your hand as we go over.”             I told Werner; “Lead the way, I am right behind you.” As you are leaving the city on the Eastside there is a slight climb, and it was slowing Werner down, so I shot past him with ease. I was in an old International cab-over with a Cat engine, that was really good at climbing the mountains. It was now a little after 4 pm Mountain Time, and the traffic is heavy at this hour.                                                                               As I was entering the ravine, I noticed I had two big trucks that were just a short distance behind me. Maybe a mile or so into my climb, I noticed several trucks pulling over on the shoulder, so I moved left into the number two lane.                        I am now maybe a quarter of the way up the mountain and the shoulder is well packed with drivers who are installing tire-chains. I had been with CRST now for a little over eighteen months, and I had a full set of chains in a side box, but I had not been to any classes showing how to install chains.                                                   Now, halfway up the mountain I glanced in my mirrors, and I see the two trucks behind me, they have fallen back a little farther behind me. I then glanced down in the hammer lane beside my tractor (Number one lane, or inside lane as the 4-wheelers would say). I said, “Humm, just enough room for a big truck.” I am just now starting around the longest curve on this climb, in the number two lane, the two lanes on the right, and the shoulder are now full of big trucks installing tire chains.               Suddenly, halfway, or more around this curve there is a big truck at a dead stop in my lane I jerked the steering wheel hard to the left, with just barely enough room between two cars, as I just missed the corner of the back of this guy’s trailer by no more than a foot or two, I also see the driver walking along the left side of his trailer.   I grabbed my mic and scream, “Eastbound in the number two lane, go to the hammer lane now, big truck in #2 lane putting chains on.”                                             Finally reaching the top there is a small area where trucks can pull over mainly to remove their chains. I came to a stop and immediately climb down but when my feet hit the ground my knee buckled. After several seconds I was able to walk again. The other two trucks pulled in behind me, the drivers thanked me for the warning. I told them that the Holy Spirit had warned me to, “Go North, and come back on I-84,” and they both said that they had heard me talking with the other drivers.                     There is absolutely nothing that God is not aware of, and He has certainly been merciful with this fool over many years.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 21. Monday, March 21, 1994, in my home terminal in Schererville, IN.   My next student, Dennis _____ with three other students were driving up in a rental car from Dallas, TX. I had already hooked a loaded trailer for Dennis and me to deliver in Chicago. Not realizing it, I had misread my dispatch message thinking the delivery time was for 9 am. Dennis arrived in Schererville at 10 am.                                           Arriving at the consignee’s office I immediately begin apologizing for being later. The office worker checks our paperwork, he laughs and says, “Your almost ten hours early and your trailer will not be empty until 12-midnight.”                                         We hooked our empty trailer at midnight, and we started back to Schererville for the night. I will admit, I was still angry for the delay, which was all my fault.                       At the I-57 and 1-94 split, there are two lanes for each interstate, the two on the left are for Indiana, so I move to the right lane for Indiana, but then I see a slower-moving car. Still upset, I had locked the throttle at 60 MPH, which is what the tractor is governed at. I signal and move into the left lane. As I am passing this car the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “You must get out of this lane now!” I screamed to Dennis saying, “I must get over now,” as I start signing to move right. Dennis scream, “No Mark, there’s this car right here!” I did another glance in the mirror and seen our tandem on the 53’ trailer is even with the front of the car and it is slowing down. I screamed, “We got a foot or two," and I jerked the steering wheel hard to the right. This is only a few yards before entering a 45 MPH hard left-hand curve, under the North-bound I-57 Interstate; plus, there is a Metro train parked on this curve here every night.                                                                                       With very little visibility ahead, as our tractor is crossing over the centerline under the via-duct, suddenly there is a car in the left lane just starting to push another car through the curve and we squeeze between the cars by mere inches at 60 MPH. Had I hit the brakes at this point I would have jacked-knifed the semi on that curve and most likely killed or severely injured us and maybe even the men in the three cars.                                                                                                                               As we are exiting the via-duct and straightening out I glanced over at Dennis and He still had both hands raised in front of him, bracing for the crash. I glanced two more times and then see Dennis shake his head and turn to me, he asked, “How did you know?” I said, “The Good LORD shows me things and He tells me things, and the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, ‘You must get out of this lane now!’”                                                                                                                                                 22. Friday morning, April 1, 1994, Dennis, and I are making a delivery in Ft. Worth, TX. but the consignee says he cannot unload our trailer until Monday morning. I said, “I notice several different company trailers in a fenced-in yard out front, if I get permission from my dispatcher, can we drop our tailer?” The man says, “Yes.” I message our dispatcher over the satellite asking for permission to drop the trailer and our request was okayed.                                                                                         It was another two hours before dispatch found us an empty trailer in Carrollton, TX. After hooking this empty it was another hour or so before receiving a dispatch which read, “Pick-up ASAP in Waco, TX., for a Monday morning delivery in Southern California.” I told Dennis, “We have the load, but they do not have all the details for the load. I have been to Waco numerous times to two different shippers, which were only one mile or so apart, so we will head that way.”                                                 Since I do all the city driving for the first week or two with a new student, I start out for the I-35E, as I am turning onto the ramp the keyboard beeps with an incoming message, I asked Dennis to check it out. Dennis says, “Dispatch says, there is a problem with this load and to spend the night at the T/A in Mesquite, check w/Dispatch in the morning.” I pulled onto I-35E Southbound and take the next exit for I-635 East. As I am pulling onto I-635 the Holy Spirit whispers in my left ear saying, “This load will not be ready until Monday.” I glanced at Dennis and repeated the same to him. Dennis asks, “How do you know that?” I said, “I told you, the Good LORD shows me things and He tells me things, and this is what the Holy Spirit just now whispered in my left ear.”                                                                               Saturday 7 am, I slide into the driver seat and grab the keyboard to send dispatch a message. Dennis crawls over the doghouse into the jump seat; seeing me laying the keyboard on the dash he asked, “How long will it be to get a reply from dispatch?”  I said, “It Saturday 7 am, I wouldn’t think it would be but 7 or 8 minutes.”  The Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, “This load will not be ready until Monday!”  I looked at Dennis and said, “But I can tell you right now that the message will simply say, ‘This load will not be ready until Monday.’” Yes, Dennis asked again, and I said, “The Good LORD shows me things and He tells me things, and this is what the Holy Spirit just now whispered in my left ear.”                                                             Fifteen minutes or so later the keyboard beeps with an incoming message. I read the message and handed the keyboard to Dennis to read, “This load will not be ready until Monday.”                                                                                                                 April 3, Sunday morning, I slide into the driver’s seat and glanced out the window of my door and see the small trailer which is used as a chapel and the chaplain lives in the other end of it. The Holy Spirit whispers in my left ear saying, “You must be in the church this morning.” I fell back in my seat thinking on this and then thought to myself, God must have a special message just for me today in the sermon. At that moment Dennis slides into the jump seat, I turned to Dennis and said, “Well, I can now tell you why, or at least partly why our load was delayed Friday, evidently God has a special message just for me in the sermon today because the Holy Spirit just whispered that I must be in the church today.”                                                               For the next two hours, I read a few verses, turned a few pages, and read a few verses, until I hear a knot on my door. Chaplain Richard Chamberlain introduces himself and invites me to join his service at 10 am. I held my Bible up for him to see and told him all that had happened to us in the last three days, and that I thought God had a special message just for me in his sermon this morning. He looks up at me and says, “Yeah, right!” I am sorry to admit, this angered me a little that he could not believe all that I had said.                                                                                         I arrived at the chapel early just as I would to any church service to get my back-row seat. For some reason that morning I took a seat on the third row from the front, although this sanctuary was extremely small with maybe eight rows, and with maybe only six chairs per roll.                                                                                                   The service is over now and only three other drivers were present, two were regular attendees here and the Pastor is standing in the aisle next to me. I am extremely upset with myself thinking that I had missed God’s message in the sermon, I had my Bible opened and my head bowed low trying to replay the Chaplain sermon back through my mind, searching for God’s message for me.                                               I hear the Chaplain snap his fingers and say, “Oh, I have a cassette tape I want to give you men.”   I hear the Chaplain coming back with the tapes, so I reach up with my left hand without looking up and he places the tape in my hand as he is talking about the tape. I was not listening to what he was saying but I do hear him snap his fingers once again and say, “Oh, I have another cassette tape that you four need to hear.”  I hear him approaching with the tapes the second time; thus, I reached up again without looking up, and he places this tape in my left hand. I immediately leap out of my seat screaming, “That’s it, that’s it, that’s it!”  As I am waving the tape in my left hand, I am pushing chairs as I am backing up in shock. The Chaplain was inching back as he asked, “What’s it?” I said, “Remember what all I told you this morning when you came to my tractor, and how I thought God had a message just for me in your sermon this morning? Well, God’s message was not in your sermon, but this (Again waving the tape above my head), I can tell you is God’s message for me today!”                                                                                                                   The Chaplain was greatly shocked, he could just barely speak, “Would you… would you like to hear what is on this tape?” I looked to the other three drivers, but they could not speak, and I looked back at the Chaplain and said, “Yes, please!”   He says, “I read a book, titled, ‘Through the Fire Without Burning,’ and it describes the life of Pastor Dumitru Duduman, and the visions God gave him of America’s destruction.”                                                                                                                 ***************************                                                                                                 If anyone wishes to read more about Pastor Dumitru Duduman and his message for America, please Google; Message for America - Hand of Help Ministries                                                                                                                                                             If the Good LORD is willing, I will add Part #2 and #3 as soon as I can...

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These Are The Final Days

Will you deny the truth today as many have done throughout all of history? We see that the whole world is in great turmoil, nation rising against nation, even family members against family members. For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three. The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law (Luke 12:52-53). 

 Even here in United States, citizen against citizen seek control and power over each other to push their own personal agendas, many of which are directly against God’s WORD. Those who rejects the truth, know deep within their hearts that they are wrong.   Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves: Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever, Amen. For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature (Romans 1:24-26). 

The following section comes from Bible Pathway Ministries.  

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November 1                                                                                          Read John 1-3 He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received Him not (John 1:10-11). 

 Sequentially, John provides the last of the four gospel accounts found in the New Testament. It is also widely accepted amongst biblical scholars that John was chronologically the last Gospel written. The Gospel’s of Matthew, Mark, and Luke together provide us with a solid understanding of the earthly life and ministry of Jesus Christ from birth to resurrection. Knowing that this knowledge was easily accessible from other sources John focused instead upon reiterating the one fact that many still had difficulty in grasping, the divinity of Christ. He wanted his hearers to have absolutely no doubt from the very first chapter onward as to whom Christ was and what He came to earth to do. But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name (John 20:31). 

  The love John had for his Savior and his dedication to Christ’s charge to Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature (Mark 16:15) shines through in every written word, and it was obviously his fervent desire to usher as many others as possible into the same type of relationship with Jesus Christ. But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name: Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God (John 1:12-13). John did not seek casual coverts; he needed for his hearers to understand the magnitude of what they sought and then to an informed choice to surrender their lives to Jesus. 

  He came unto His own, and His own received Him not (John 1:11). To those who had rejected Him, John offered no comfort. They had not just rejected an overture from God, they had rejected God Himself. In so doing, they had forfeited their lives. Although John spoke in a broad sense, his condemnation was towards official policy and individuals, not towards the Jewish nation as a whole. Official policy did not rule the hearts of the people, and every Jew was free to follow the truth they believed. John urged Jew and Gentile alike to follow the truth of Christ. He that believeth on Him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the Name of the only begotten Son of God (John 3:18). 

  As we read through the Gospel of John, let us open our hearts and our minds to the brilliant light of our Savior, That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world (John 1:9), and embrace the truth that He brought with Him into the world. In His Name, we are saved. 

  I the LORD have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles; To open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house. I am the Lord: that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another, neither my praise to graven images (Isaiah 42:6-8). 

  Thought for Today: God’s WORD is not spread by drawing a flock around us, but rather by drawing one to Him. 

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 How long will you continue to deny the truth? 

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  For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek. For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as it is written, The just shall live by faith. 

For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness; Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them; for God hath shewed it unto them. 

For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse: Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools, And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things. 

Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves. Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen. 

 For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet. And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them (Romans 1:16-32).

No Deserter!

Several years ago I thought about moving down to the mountains of Tennessee, and not speaking any more about the three prophecies which the Holy Spirit had led me to because it just seemed as though no one was interested or even cared to hear God's Warnings. 

  And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28).

It was only a few days later I read Michael Boldea’s message and his message gave me the encouragement I needed to continue to share with those that will listen to God’s Warnings.

 It was back in April 1994, when the Holy Spirit led me to the first of three warnings, the first being Pastor Duduman’ book, Through the Fire Without Burning, which tells of the destruction of America. I thought, if we survived another twelve months, I’d be surprised. 

Now, here we are twenty-six years later-  One thing for all to remember, nothing happens that God does not allow.  

This is truly a testimony as to how merciful our God is… The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9).

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 December, 2008 

Dear Brethren 

2 Timothy 2:3-4, "You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 

No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier. Shortly before I was scheduled to leave for a weeklong missions trip, a trip that had been planned months in advance with the pastors of many churches bringing their congregations together under one roof to hear the word of God, one of the staff members here in Wisconsin reminded me offhandedly that we would soon be celebrating twenty five years since Hand of Help's inception. 

A quarter of a century is a long time no matter how you slice it, or what angle it is viewed from. To be honest, I was not in what one might call a celebratory frame of mind. In these twenty five years I have laid to their final rest a grandmother, a grandfather, and a mother, I have known betrayal at the hands of men I considered brothers in Christ and friends fueled by something as unoriginal and despicable as greed, I have preached messages few wanted to hear, and have been despised for my stubborn unwillingness to compromise the word of God. 

Throughout the entirety of the mission trip, one question kept nagging at me, always somewhere in the back of my mind. Even though the trip turned out to be an encouraging and reenergizing blessing, and I saw hunger in the hearts of the people for the truth of God's word, feeling the presence of God in a deep and powerful way, I took no pleasure in the thousand plus crowds or their hearty applause. This one question kept echoing in my ears, and as yet I had received no answer. The question was simple: Is there still a need for a prophetic warning ministry once a nation has entered the season of fulfillment? 

To me, a warning is a counsel or admonition to desist from a specified undesirable course of action. When someone is warned, that which they are warned against is avoidable. Take for instance the 'reduce speed, winding road ahead' signs. One is warned to reduce their speed, due to the fact that tight curves are just ahead, but if they refuse to heed the warning, then they will suffer the consequences of their actions. I believe God has stopped warning for some time now, due to this nation's unwillingness to heed His warnings. His judgments are no longer avoidable, and the fulfillment of what has been spoken is visible even to those with no prophetic background. 

I arrived back home after the weeklong tour, and still the initial thought would not leave. As I began to further ponder this question, I began thinking to myself that maybe this was God's way of telling me I in fact could go back to my homeland, that I had done my duty, I had fulfilled my mission, I had preached, I had warned, I had shared the dreams and visions, and now I was free to have a normal life, to spend time with my wife, have some children, maybe even buy a dog.

 One thing that those who know me have grown to understand is that I am not in ministry to get rich or famous, to build a kingdom on earth or have my own face staring back at me from a bookstore shelf. I am in ministry out of obedience to God, and will not be in it one day longer than God desires me to be. Obedience keeps me; it's just that simple. 

Two days after arriving home I had pretty much talked myself into believing that I had received my release to move back home. Since I was flying back for Christmas, to be with the family, I began thinking 'why not just stay? Twenty five years is a long time, no one could blame you if you stayed.' 

That same night I had a dream. I dreamt I was standing at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a valley that stretched out below me. Although it was night, the valley was not dark due to the dozens of fires that were burning all around the valley. Large white tents peppered the valley floor, and men dressed in white were hurriedly preparing. Some were sharpening swords, others were polishing shields, but the selfsame look of purpose and determination was evident in the countenance of every one.

 As I continued watching I was startled when a hand touched my shoulder. I turned and stood face to face with the same man I had seen in my dreams on previous occasions. 

"What do you think they are doing down there?" he asked pointing toward the valley and the men. 

 "It looks like they're preparing for a war," I said gazing back at the valley. 

 "And what do you call a soldier that flees the battlefield on the eve of battle?"

 "A deserter," I said. 

"A deserter," he echoed. "Why would the Father train and equip you for the coming battle only to release you as the battle is about to begin? You think this is the end but it is not. The need for light is multiplied as the darkness grows, not diminished; the need for truth becomes more necessary as deception consumes the innocent, not less relevant. In these dark hours the children of light must shine, in these evil days the truth must be proclaimed with boldness. You can choose to flee, but it is not the Father's will. You can stay and fight, and thus receive your just reward. The world has tainted many who ought to have stayed pure, and many have defiled themselves who ought to have remained undefiled. They have gorged themselves on Nebuchadnezzar's delicacies, thereby disqualifying themselves from being used in these days. The hosts of heaven stand ready even now to do battle on behalf of the righteous. Do not fear the coming days for they have been foretold. Walk in the authority that has been given you, and do your duty as a faithful soldier ought to."

 As the man finished speaking, I opened my eyes and was surprised to discover I was in my bed. 

Some may wonder why I share this dream, because well, it is not very flattering. In fact I got taken to the proverbial woodshed as the saying goes, but lest we forget the Lord chastens those He loves, and I am ever thankful that He loves me, and suffers my frailty. 

I do not know how, but I know that God will make a way. The need for truth is evident. Not my truth, but God's truth, not the truth of any particular denomination, but the truth of God's Holy Word. 

As human beings, men and women made of flesh and bone, we make plans, we have hopes and we envision a certain kind of future, but all our hopes and dreams, all our plans must be surrendered, in perfect harmony with the will of God for only in His will are peace, joy and comfort abundant and ever present. 

We are on the precipice of volatile and troubling times, witnessing a rapidly changing world. There is a great upheaval coming in the spiritual, just as in the physical, and God will sift those who call themselves His children first and foremost, separating that which is righteous from that which is defiled. We must stand in the righteousness of God, having His Word as our standard and our foundation that we might not be swayed by the winds, or uprooted by the storms. In order to overcome one must face conflict and not flinch from battle, but an unprepared soldier whose armor is not on, and whose weapons are unknown to him, is easily overtaken by an enemy whose bloodlust knows no bounds. Our faith and obedience will carry us through the darkest of nights, because when faith and obedience are present the light of God shines brighter than the sun, dispelling the darkness. 

Romans 16:19-20 "For your obedience has become known to all. Therefore I am glad on your behalf; but I want you to be wise in what is good, and simple concerning evil. And the God of peace will crush Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen. 

 With love in Christ,

 Michael Boldea Jr. 

Hand of Help Ministries

A Watchman's Warnings

Saturday night, Oct. 16, 2004, After reading the following message which Pastor Michael Boldea had posted Oct. 15, 2004, on the Hand of Help Ministries website, I began praying and asking God to give me a confirmation of Michael’s message will come true for America. 

Please read Pastor Boldea’s message and afterward I will add the confirmation which God had given me confirming Pastor Boldea’s message as being a true message for us all here in America.  

October 15, 2004

This is the message God gave Michael Boldea through a dream while he was in North Carolina.   Michael asked for a confirmation of this message and asked God simply to give him the dream again if it was from him.  The next night he had the same dream.

America had many chances to repent and individually some people are still repenting and asking the Lord into their heart. We praise God for this.  However, since 911 we can see many in America have disregarded the warnings from God and efforts have been made across this land to allow gay marriage, remove references of God from landmarks and buildings, and even the pledge of allegiance.  America is on a collision course with judgment and this is why the watchman are blowing the trumpet.

Michael has spent 18 years traveling across America 12 with his grandfather, Dumitru Duduman, warning, sharing from the word of God, and speaking only what God shows him. May God give us all ears to hear this message.

(Hand Of Help Ministries)

THE EAGLE AND THE SERPENTS

(The Angel said, "this has been revealed to you, that you may know, the first bite has been, the second is yet to come, and the third will be its destruction.")

Psalm 34:7-8, "The angel of the Lord encamps all around those who fear Him, and delivers them. 

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!  Oh, fear the Lord, you His saints!   There is no want to those who fear Him."

Upon my return to the United States in late August, I had a very vivid and troubling dream.  I shared it with the staff here in Wisconsin, and with a few other brothers, but continued to pray and seek direction from God as to whether or not I should include it in the newsletter.

At the staff's urging, and feeling a release from the Lord, I have included this dream in this issue of the newsletter.

I dreamt I was walking through a sparsely wooded forest, and suddenly my attention was drawn to an eagle flying high above the tree line.  It was a beautiful sight to behold as the eagle rode the thermals, flying in slow lazy arks across the blue sky.  I began to quicken my pace, and keep up with the eagle's flight, all the while keeping an eye on it, noticing that it was slowly descending toward the earth. 

I followed it for a long time, its descend not being sudden but very gradual.

Finally, I came upon a small clearing, where there were no trees, just some bushes on the edges of the green grass.  The eagle landed in the clearing and began to look around not seeming to notice me.

As I began to wonder what the relevance of this was, a man dressed in white, hands clasped in front of him, appeared beside me, and said, "Be patient, in due time you will see the purpose."

I was silent as I watched the eagle, and was beginning to grow somewhat impatient, when suddenly, it seemed out of nowhere, a brown snake lunged at the eagle, and bit down on its left wing.  The snake's strike was very quick and very precise.  The eagle reacted without delay, clawing and pecking at the snake cutting deep wounds in its underbelly, trying to defend itself and ward off the serpent.  Just as it seemed the eagle was winning the battle, and the serpent was retreating, another serpent appeared, red and black diagonal stripes covering its body, and without hesitation struck out at the eagle's right-wing, biting down, and refusing to release.  After a momentary tug of war, the serpent tore off flesh and feathers, leaving a large wound on the eagle's right-wing.  The second bite was much worse than the first, and for an instant the eagle was stunned.  Then a serpent much larger than the previous two made up of many colors, slithered toward the eagle, opened its jaws, and lunged, taking the whole of the eagle's head in its mouth before biting down.

The serpents retreated and the man who had been standing beside me, walked to the eagle, knelt down, picked it up, and held it in his cupped hands.  The look of grief on his face was beyond any I have seen in my life. 

Just seeing the look on the man's face broke your heart.

The man continued to look down at the eagle, and with a pained voice said, "The true tragedy, is that at any moment it could have sought the safety of the above, it could have soared toward the heavens and would have found its protection.   This has been revealed to you, that you may know, the first bite has been, the second is yet to come, and the third will be its destruction."

I watched for a long time as the man held the eagle in the palms of his hands, the pained expression never leaving his features.  I was too stunned to speak, or ask any questions, what I had seen having seemed so real.  The feeling followed me into my waking hours as well, and each time I closed my eyes I saw the entire scene play before my eyes throughout the day.

One thing that I feel I need to share with you is that the second bite seemed to come from an unexpected place.  Although I have my own opinion concerning this, I choose to keep it to myself, because expounding on personal opinion is a dangerous thing when it comes to things that God reveals.

I was hesitant in sharing this dream, because I know some will perceive it as a reason to fear.  It is not a reason to fear, but a reason to be stirred, and emboldened for the kingdom of God.  The reality, is that these are the times we are living in, and I for one am thankful to God for his forewarnings, knowing that His children will never be unaware of what the future holds.  All I can do is urge you to be watchful, and diligent in your prayers to the Father. This nation, today, is more in need of prayer on its behalf than at any time in its history.  It is the prayers of His children that compels God to relent, and tarry.  Stand in the gap, you are precious in the eyes of God, and He hears your heartfelt supplications.

Joel 2:12-14, "Now, therefore, says the Lord, turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning.   So rend your heart, and not your garments; Return to the Lord your God for He is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness; and He relents from doing harm."

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.

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On my return trip from the East Coast back to Wooddale, IL, my driving hours for the day were at the maximum, thus on the evening of October 21, 2004, I was required to shut down for the ten-hour rest period.                                                    

I pulled into the Pilot Truck Stop in Fremont, IN. As I was walking into Wendy’s Restaurant which is attached to the Pilot store, I noticed a gentleman standing in line waiting to order. 

This gentleman who was at least twenty to twenty-five feet away, seeing me entering the Wendy’s he immediately turned towards me and began screaming.  

I noticed his right shoulder raising, my first thought was he has pulled a pistol on me.  (Several weeks earlier during a prayer one night I had spoken out that someone would be pulling a pistol on me, and this did happen, though several months later.)  

Thus, I began turning but it was as though I was moving in slow motion. I also noticed at several tables people were jumping up from their tables.  The gentleman suddenly stops screaming, with my back nearly fully turned towards him, I looked down expecting to see a pistol in his right hand, but he was merely pointing his index finger at me. It was at that moment I realized what he had been screaming, “I think you have something you need to tell me.”  

I turned back to face this man and began walking towards him, saying, “Yes, yes I do have something I need to tell you.”   I began telling this man how the Holy Spirit had whispered in my left ear three days in a row to lead me to the book, “Through the Fire Without Burning,” written by Pastor Dumitru Duduman,  which tells of America’ destruction by a nuclear attack.  I also told him of the pastor at LaGrange, Illinois who saw a vision of America’s destruction from a nuclear attack. 

This man says, “Let’s move to a table, I need to tell you a vision God gave me in 1996.”  After moving to a table this man begins telling me how he was shown a vision and it was as if he was looking down on all of the United States and suddenly seeing a puff of white smoke over Southern California, and seconds later another puff of white smoke appeared on the upper East Coast. He added that he drives back and forth from South Caroline to Upper Michigan each week and he is not familiar with the upper East Coast, but his first thought was, this is Philadelphia. Immediately after that thought, he says there was another puff of white smoke higher up, and he thought this must be Boston.  

I jumped back in my seat and said, “You have seen the second major attack!”  He says, “Then there are two more attacks coming?”  I replied, 

 “Yes,” and then I tell him of Pastor Boldea's vision, and I told him that after reading of his vision last Saturday night I laid facedown and began crying out to God about this vision… It was during this prayer that I said, God, they must know to force the United States to back away from supporting Israel they will have to hit us a thousand times greater than what the Sept. 11 attack was. 

I told this gentleman that his actions tonight were the confirmation I asked God for last Saturday night.  This gentleman also told me of two other visions he was given. One was of seeing who he thought were Chinese troops coming ashore in Southern California but sadly, I cannot remember what his third vision was.

God has never allowed the destruction of a nation nor of its people before first sending His warnings, hoping that the hearts of the people might turn to Him to be saved. 

To read the visions and dreams God has given Pastor Dumitru Duduman and his Grandson, Pastor Michael Boldea Jr., go to Hand of Help dot com.  

Sadly, neither Pres. Trump nor all of The United States Armed Forces can save that which has been given over for destruction...

 But Hallelujah; God's promises are just as real today as they have always been.  Admit to God that you are a sinner and that you believe that Jesus died on the Cross for your sins, and rose again, invite Christ Jesus into your heart to be your LORD and Savior. Now go and tell others what God has done for you, 

Blessings to All, 

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Read Isaiah 38-42

Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect, in whom my soul delighteth; I have put my spirit upon him: he shall bring forth judgment to the Gentiles. He shall not cry, nor lift up, nor cause his voice to be heard in the street. A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth. He shall not fail nor be discouraged, till he have set judgment in the earth: and the isles shall wait for his law (Isaiah 42:1-4). 

 Seven hundred years after Isaiah’s words were recorded, Jesus walked among the people of Judea, healing all those who sought His aid from the multitude that followed Him (Matt. 12:13-15). Jesus dealt with the multitude with the quiet confidence of a man who understood and accepted both His position and His mission. He did not seek attention, nor cause His voice to be heard in the street. As a matter of fact, He charged them (those He had healed) that they should not make Him known (Matt.12:16). He did this that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias (Isaiah) the prophet, saying, Behold My soul is well pleased: I will put My spirit upon Him, and He shall shew judgment to the Gentiles (12:17-18). Jesus, the King of kings and LORD of lords (Tim. 6:14-15; Rev. 19:16), chose to present Himself to the world as an unassuming servant quietly and efficiently going about the business of God.

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross (Phil. 2:5-8). Jesus was born, died, and resurrected in payment for our sins and to break the bonds of death (1 Cor. 15:3-4,56), but He dedicated His life to providing us with a model for our own lives in His service. For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done to you (John 13:15). And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. 

And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these (Mark 12:30-31). Every moment that our LORD spent alive upon this earth, He acted upon this love. Giving no thoufht to His own needs He gave everything He had to meet the needs of others. He acted upon the authority of God (John7:16; 12:49: 14:24), following the path that had been laid before Him since the beginning of the world. If we truly love Him as we say we do, how can we do any less? 

But Jesus called them to him, and saith unto them, Ye know that they which are accounted to rule over the Gentiles exercise lordship over them; and their great ones exercise authority upon them. But so shall it not be among you: but whosoever will be great among you, shall be your minister: And whosoever of you will be the chiefest, shall be servant of all (Mark 10: 42-45). Thought for Today: The only thing of importance that we need to show the world is our love of God.

My Great Awakening

Today is another anniversary, an anniversary of the greatest shock of my life, even greater and more upsetting than the deaths of my parents. Who or what I was when my eyes were opened twenty-six years ago but no more then a failed husband, a failed father of two, and also a lowly over-the-road truck-driver who had spent the previous three years of his life traveling all across the United States seeking an inner peace within myself and an even closer relationship with my Heavenly Father, if that were even possible.

It was Sunday, April 3, 1994, and even as I laid in my bunk that morning, in the sleeper of my tractor thinking on what had transpired in the past week with several personal encounters with the Holy Spirit, I knew there were even greater things to come, but what, I didn't know.
I was also a trainer, training new truck drivers in the art of traveling throughout these United States, and instructing new drivers on the safety aspects of entering the shippers, consignees, truck-stops, rest areas, and weigh-stations all across the USA and even into Canada.
Dennis C., my student, was sleeping in the upper bunk above me, we had met and were paired-up together in Schererville, IN. on Monday, March 28.
Dennis, with other students, had driven up from Dallas, TX., arriving approximately 9:30 that Monday morning. I had already been assigned a load for us to deliver to a UPS terminal in Chicago by 10:30, thinking this was "am" instead, finding out later that it was meant for 10:30 pm that night.
Arriving at the UPS that morning at about 11:30, I immediately started apologizing to the Receiving Clerk for being late. After checking our paperwork, the clerk at the receiving desk starts laughing, saying, "No, you're not late; in fact, you're eleven hours early." The clerk also informs us that our trailer wouldn't be unloaded before midnight.

Waiting is one of the hardest lessons the truck driver learns. Another student and I waited for four days in Seattle, Washington, for dispatch, and then when we finally did get a dispatch, we had to deadhead over 600 miles to the shipper in California. Waiting for dispatch, waiting for the shippers, waiting for the consignees, waiting in the weigh stations seems to be the most significant part of a truck driver's life.

The Receiving clerk instructed us as to where to drop our trailer and to park with the other drivers across the drive from his office.
It was precisely 10:30 pm when I spotted our trailer being backed in a dock door for unloading, and it was precisely midnight when I saw a UPS yard tractor pulling our trailer out from the dock.
After receiving our paperwork, hooking our empty trailer, and sending dispatch a satellite message that we were empty, I pulled out onto the I-94 Interstate heading back to Schererville.

I regretfully admit that even Christians have their moments of frustration and anger, and I was frustrated and angry for having waited more than thirteen hours for our empty trailer. Thus, I had the throttle of my tractor locked down as we were approaching the I-57/94 split, where there are two lanes for each interstate and a car in the right lane for Indiana. I moved to the left lane, and as I was passing this car, the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear, saying, "You must get out of this lane now!" I screamed at Dennis, telling him I must get over now. Dennis screams back, "No, you have this car right here!"
I glanced in the convex mirror and saw that the tandem of our 53' trailer was even with the front of the car. I screamed, "I got a foot or two," as I was jerking the steering wheel hard to the right just as we were entering underneath the I-57 overpass where there is a hard left-hand curve marked at 45MPH.
I don't believe it was me that jerked the steering wheel like that because it would have met a crash for sure with the sudden jerking of the steering wheel first to the right and then another sudden jerking back to the left to avoid hitting the concrete wall of the overpass. We would have jacked knifed hitting the concrete wall and we would not have walked away from slamming head-on with the concrete wall, plus the car I was passing would have slammed into the trailer.
We were in an old International Cab-over tractor, which was governed at 60 mph, and as I am crossing the center-line, I suddenly see a car in the left lane just starting to push a car off the curve which had broken down just moments earlier.


With Chicago's CTA parking a train on the inside of this sharp left-hand curve after midnight just a few feet from this highway payment, plus the I-57 Northbound lane overpass, my view of any traffic ahead of us was minimal at best. Dennis seated on the right side could see a few feet farther around the curve than I could have. Neither Dennis nor I realized the presence of the two cars in the left lane until we were passing and missing them by mere inches and also the car that I had just passed.

After clearing the curve, I glanced at Dennis, and I could see that he was in shock with both hands still raised in front of his face and his eyes staring straight ahead. Upon my third glance to check on Dennis, he finally shook his head and turned to me and asked, "How did you know?" I replied, "The Good LORD shows me things, and He tells me things, and the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, 'You must get out of this lane now!'"

Had it not been for the Holy Spirit's warning, I most likely would have killed Dennis and myself, and maybe even the three men in the three cars on that curve that night. Thus, this was the beginning of a week that will never be forgotten.

I may not have the education nor the worldly wisdom which most have in this world, but what understanding I do have was given to me by the most loving Heavenly Father who is rich in mercies and blessings for those that seek a personal relationship with Him. I had learned several years early through visions and spoken messages both in my left ear and through my lips to others, that this is truly a spiritual world in which we live. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places (Ephesians 6:12).

The following Friday morning Dennis and I arrived in Ft. Worth, TX. to make a delivery, but the consignee said that they couldn't unload our trailer until Monday morning. I asked the Receiving Clerk, "If we can get permission from our dispatcher, can we drop our trailer? He said, "Yes.' I sent a message to our dispatcher asking for that permission, and she okayed our request.
It was an hour or so later when an empty trailer was located in Carrolton, a suburb nearby. Hooking this empty, we sat there waiting for a dispatch message. An hour or so later, the keyboard beeps for an incoming message, and it read, pickup ASP in Waco, TX. for a Monday morning delivery in Southern California.
I told Dennis we have the load, but they don't have all the details, I have been to Waco several times to two different shippers who are no more than a couple of miles apart, so we'll head on down there, and we'll most likely get all the details for this load before reaching Waco.
As I turned onto the ramp for I-35E South the keyboard beeps, I asked Dennis to check it out, believing this was the information we were needing.
Dennis says, "Dispatch says that there is a problem with this load, go to Mesquite T/A. check with dispatch in the morning." I merged onto I-35E and took the next exit for I-635 East for Mesquite, as I was merging onto I-635, the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, "This load will not be ready until Monday." I glanced at Dennis and said, "I can tell you right now; this load will not be ready until Monday." Dennis asks, "How do you know that?" I said, "I told you before, the Good LORD shows me things, and He tells me things."

Saturday morning, I crawled into the driver's seat and sent dispatch a message. As I am laying the keyboard down on the dash, Dennis slides into the jump seat and he asked, "Are you checking on our load?" I replied, "Yes!" Dennis asks, "How long will it take to get an answer?" I said, "It's 7 am Saturday, they can't be that busy, maybe 7 or 8 min.!" Immediately the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear saying, "This load will not be ready until Monday!" I told Dennis, "But I can tell you right now their reply will simply say, 'This load will not be ready until Monday!'" Again Dennis asks, "How can you know that?" I laughed and said, "I've told you, the Good LORD shows me things, and He tells me things, and this is what the Holy Spirit whispered in my left ear."
It was fifteen minutes later when the keyboard beeps, I grab the keyboard and read the message. I handed the keyboard to Dennis, and he read, "This load will not be ready until Monday!"

Sunday morning April 3, I crawled into the driver's seat and looked out the side window and see the small trailer used by the Chaplin maybe 200' or so away; suddenly the Holy Spirit whispered, "You must be in church this morning!" I thought to myself; God must have a message for me today in the sermon.
Dennis crawls into the jump seat. I turned to him and said, "Well, I can now tell you at least partly, why our load was delayed Friday." Dennis asks, "Why?" I said, "Evidently God has a message just for me in the sermon at church today, the Holy Spirit says I must be in church today."
A little while later, the Chaplin who lived in one end of the trailer came knotting on my door. He introduced himself as Richard Chamberlain, and he invited me to the service that morning. I waved my Bible at him and told him all that had happen to us since Friday and that I believed God had a message just for me in his sermon.
The sermon ended, and I sat there, shocked and upset with myself, thinking I had missed God's message. Chaplin Chamberlain was now standing in the aisle, casually talking with the four of us who attended his service that morning.
I wasn't listening to the Chaplin; I was trying to replay his sermon in my mind when he suddenly snaps his finger and says, "I have a tape to give you men." I was still highly upset with myself, and I didn't raise my head because of the tears in my eyes, thinking I failed God once again.

I hear Chaplin Chamberlain coming back down the aisle, so without looking up I held my hand up for the tape. He talked about this tape for a few minutes, and then he snaps his fingers again and says, "I have one more tape you men definitely need to hear!"
Hearing Chaplin Chamberlain approaching once again, I still would not raise my head, so I lifted my hand to receive this second tape. When he places this tape in my hand, I came flying out of my seat, screaming, "That's it! That's it! That's it!" In shock, the Chaplin begins shaking, and he is slowly backing up in the aisle, maybe an inch per step, asking, "What's it." I repeated all that I had told him earlier that morning when he stopped by to invite me to his sermon, ending with, "Well, I didn't hear God's message for me in your sermon, but this is God's message for me this morning," as I was shaking the tape back and forth in the air.
Chaplin Chamberlain told us that he had read a book titled, "Through the Fire Without Burning," which was authored by Pastor Dumitru Duduman telling of his life and how God showed him a vision of America's coming destruction.

America has been on the road of destruction by her own making for nearly 50 years or more. I have also been led to two others since that day who have also seen visions of America's destruction.
I have learned through the years of reading the Bible that one can ask God for confirmation to confirm as to whether a prophecy is true or not. If only one confirmation is received, then the prophecy could be altered in some way or another. If two confirmations were received, then it was a prophecy that would undoubtedly come to pass in God's timing and not before.
With each of these three visions in which I was led to, I prayed, saying, "God, if this is a true vision for America than You are required to give me two confirmations," and with each request, God gave me the two confirmations which I had asked for.

If interested in more information about Prophet Dumitru Duduman, please visit his ministry's website, Hand of Help Ministries dot com.
If you are having a hard time believing God interactions with man today as I have suggested, please look-up my post titled "The Greater Message," found in the archives posted on January 21, 2014.