Tuesday, December 05, 2006



Science and Christianity

I don't think there is any conflict between Science and Christianity. But because some people believe in very definite things - like the 6,000 yr old earth, because of the creation story - this brings a head-on collision with Scientists who believe the earth is at least a few million years old. As far as I know the debate stil goes on... and as far as I am concerned, I don't care. :-)


All I know is that I'm caught in a nasty traffic jam. I may not know what caused it because data on the cause is sparse, but I can see where I'm heading because there's more data on that based on present observations. The "theory "of the Bible on how to avert my disastrous end seems logical based on the plenteous present and sparse past data. So, I apply the "theory" of the Bible to avert my disastrous destiny. That's my simpleton scientific theology in a nutshell. :-)


Monday, October 30, 2006

Escape from Prison with Angelic Assistance – Circa AD 1965 – Alberto Rivera

GUATEMALA 1965

“HOW CAN I PREACH LIFE TO YOU WHEN I AM DEAD, AND THE SYSTEM I SERVE SMELLS OF DEATH FROM THE CONFESSIONALS, TO MARY TO PURGATORY, TO MASS AND TO THE PRIESTHOOD WHICH ALL DENY THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST?”

“HOW CAN I SPEAK OF LIFE, WHEN I’VE LIED TO YOU, INFILTRATED AND DESTROYED YOUR CHURCHES? YOU THINK THIS ECUMENICAL MOVEMENT MEANS LOVE AND UNITY, BUT IN REALITY IT WILL BRING ABOUT YOUR DEATH… BECAUSE I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!”

“RIVERA MUST BE STOPPED!”

“HOW DO WE SHUT HIM UP?”

AFTER THE MEETING THEY FLEW ME BACK TO PANAMA. FROM THERE I WAS SHIPPED TO SPAIN.

“RIVERA IS ASLEEP!”

“HE’LL PAY FOR WHAT HE DID!”

THIS WAS TO BE THE DARKEST TIME OF MY LIFE. THROUGH SEVERE DISCIPLINE THEY TRIED TO CHANGE MY MIND.

BARCELONA, SPAIN

AFTER MONTHS OF FAILTURE THIS WAS THEIR LAST RESORT.

“WHAT IS THIS PLACE?”

“IT’S A SECRET PLACE FOR PRIESTS WHO HAVE GONE INSANE!”

“O MY GOD!”

THE HOLY OFFICE HAD JUDGED ME GUILTY OF HERESY THROUGH INSANITY.

“RECANT, RIVERA AND MAKE PUBLIC YOUR CONFESSIONS! THERE IS ONLY ONE CHURCH!... THE HOLY MOTHER ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH!

“I HATE THEM ALL! I HATE EVERYTHING!”

I WAS IN A PADDED CELL FOR DAYS WITHOUT WATER OR FOOD. I HAD TO SIGN HUNDREDS OF *DOCUMENTS AND ANSWER PSYCHOLOGICAL QUESTIONS.

(*PAPERS AND FORMS)

AT NIGHT I WAS SO HEAVILY DRUGGED, I COULDN’T SLEEP. I WAS SICK AND TOTALLY WORN OUT.

AFTER 2 WEEKS OF BRUTAL QUESTIONING I LOST HOPE. I SAID TO MY TORMENTORS…

“WHEN ALL THOSE CATHOLICS DIE WHO WE’VE LIED TO… AND THEY GO TO HELL, WHAT DO WE SAY TO THEM? THAT PIECE OF STONE CANNOT SAVE THEM. MARY HERSELF SAID, ‘WHATEVER HE (JESUS) SAYS, DO!’ WHAT WE’VE SAID ABOUT HER IS LIES… THE BIBLE PROVES THAT!

“SHUT UP, RIVERA. YOU’RE TALKING LIKE A PROTESTANT!”

“YOU’RE THE ONLY DEVIL HERE! YOU ARE TRYING TO DESTROY OUR FAITH IN OUR BLESSED MOTHER, THE VIRGIN MARY! I COULD CUT YOUR @!!” THROAT RIVERA!”

“YOU THINK YOU’RE KILLING FOR GOD… BUT YOU’RE DOING IT FOR THE DEVIL. BECAUSE YOU ARE THE CHILDREN OF SATAN!”

I WAS GIVEN SHOCK TREATMENTS AND HEAVY DRUGS. AFTER TWO MONTHS MY BLADDER WAS INFECTED. ALL MY SENSES WERE GOING.

BY THE THIRD MONTH, MY BREATHING STOPPED. I WAS PLACED IN AN IRON LUNG. I SAW MY MOTHER’S DEATH ALL OVER AGAIN, AND I KNEW I WAS IN THE SAME POSITION. I WAS CONFUSED WITH FEAR. I KNEW I WAS GOING TO HELL.

IN THE BLACKEST HOUR, THE LORD JESUS CAME TO ME, AND WITH THIS SCRIPTURE HE GAVE ME LIFE…

“THEN SAID JESUS TO THE JEWS WHICH BELIEVED ON HIM. IF YE CONTINUE IN MY WORD, THEN ARE YE MY DISCIPLES INDEED; AND YE SHALL KNOW THE TRUTH AND THE TRUTH SHALL MAKE YOU FREE.” JOHN 8:31,32

I ASKED JESUS TO FORGIVE ME. IMMEDIATELY LIFE FLOODED THROUGH MY BODY. HE SAVED ME AND HEALED ME AT THE SAME INSTANT. I WAS FREE AT LAST!

GOD’S LOVE HIT ME FULL FORCE WHEN I REALIZED THAT JESUS CHRIST IS JEHOVAH, THE *CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE. HE IS GOD ALMIGHTY AND ISRAEL’S MESSIAH.

*JOHN 1:10, HEBREWS 1:1,2

BECAUSE OF HIS OBEDIENCE TO HIS HEAVENLY FATHER HE WENT TO THE CROSS AND SHED HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD TO WASH AWAY OUR SINS… HE PAID A TERRIBLE PRICE.

For God (the Father) so loved the world (that’s you), that He gave His only begotten Son (God the Son, Jesus), that whosoever believeth (clings to or trusts) in Him should not perish (in the lake of fire), but have everlasting life (in heaven). John 3:16

NO ROMAN CATHOLIC PRIEST COULD EVER CALL JESUS CHRIST FROM HEAVEN TO REPEAT THIS HORRIBLE ACT OF SUFFERING AS THEY CLAIM THROUGH THE MASS.

THE BIBLE CLEARLY TELLS US, “BUT THIS MAN (CHRIST), AFTER HE HAD OFFERED ONE SACRIFICE FOR SINS FOREVER, SAT DOWN ON THE RIGHT HAND OF GOD (IN HEAVEN).” HEB. 10:12

WE NO LONGER NEED PRIESTS OR CONFESSIONALS BECAUSE THE BIBLE SAYS:

14Seeing then that we have a great high priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession.

15For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.

16Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

Hebrews 4:14-16

The Bible says:

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)

So we can go straight to Jesus. Thank God!

I CLIMBED OUT OF THE IRON LUNG AND REMOVED THE TUBES FROM MY BODY.

“WHO TOOK YOU OUT OF THE IRON LUNG?”

“JESUS DID! HE’S GIVEN ME NEW LIFE!”

“I’LL GET A STRAIGHT JACKET!”

ONE WEEK LATER I WAS RELEASED. I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT. I WAS SENT TO MADRID BY MYSELF.

“FATHER RIVERA?”

“YES!”

WAITING FOR ME WAS A JESUIT PRIEST WHO WAS A WATCHDOG FROM THE VATICAN… THEIR MOST TRUSTED MAN. HE HATED THE GROUND I WALKED ON.

HE WORKED ON ME FOR DAYS USING EVERY JESUIT METHOD HE COULD TO PULL ME BACK TO SERVE THE POPE. I KEPT TELLING HIM HOW I GOT SAVED, AND SHOWED HIM THE TRUTH IN THE BIBLE.

THE WORD OF GOD TOUCHED HIS HEART.

TO MY SHOCK HE GAVE ME MY PASSPORT AND THE PAPERS* I NEEDED TO LEAVE SPAIN.

*(SEE P.27)

“ALBERTO, LEAVE THIS PRISON AT ONCE AND DON’T EVER COME BACK! I BELIEVE CHRIST HAS LIGHTED YOUR PATH. FOLLOW HIM, ALBERTO! PRAY FOR ME… DON’T WRITE. JUST PRAY FOR ME.”

THAT NIGHT I FLEW OUT OF SPAIN WITH ABOUT 40 CENTS IN MY POCKET. I HAD BROKEN AWAY FROM THE SYSTEM.

THE VATICAN WAS STUNED. THEY COULDN’T BELIEVE THAT I ESCAPED FROM THEM. AND NOW MY LIFE WAS TOTALLY CHANGED TO SERVE THE LORD.

Above excerpt taken from “Alberto (Based on a True Story)” which can be read online at http://www.chick.com/reading/comics/0112/0112_fourpages.asp?PG=29


Toledo, Spain Cathedral image from http://homepages.nyu.edu


Saturday, October 21, 2006



Escape from Prison with Angelic Assistance, AD 1997 – Bro. Yun

It was just before eight o’clock in the morning of 5 May 1997. To the natural mind, this time of day was the worst possible time to try to escape! There was normally so much activity throughout the prison, with all the guards at their posts.

I shuffled out of my cell and walked towards the locked iron gate in the hallway. My mind was solely focused on obeying God. I looked straight ahead and prayed beneath my breath with every step I took.

A guard who pushed a button when he wanted the gate to open and close sat at the top of the third-floor stairwell. It was impossible to see to the other side because the gate was made of iron and the small windows were covered with black cloth. At the exact moment I reached the gate, another servant of the Lord, Brother Musheng, was returning to his cell and the gate was opened for him. That morning he had been ordered to sweep the prison courtyard. As Musheng passed me I told him, “Wait! Don’t close the gate.” I walked through without even breaking my stride! The Lord’s timing was perfect!

As we passed, Musheng asked in a whisper, “Are you leaving, Brother Yun? Are you not afraid to die?” Then, with an astonished look on his face, he returned to his cell.

There had been a guard accompanying Musheng back to his cell, but at the exact moment he opened the gate for Musheng, a telephone rang in an office down the hallway and the guard turned and ran to answer it.

I noticed a broom leaning against the wall in the stairwell. I picked it up and continued walking with it down the stairs to the second floor. An armed guard was positioned at his desk facing the second iron gate. That gate was sometimes left open. Because an on-duty guard was assigned to watch the gate day and night, it wasn’t considered a risk to leave it unlocked. At that moment the Holy Spirit poke to me, “Go now! The God of Peter is your God!”

Somehow the Lord seemed to blind that guard. He was staring directly at me, yet his eyes didn’t acknowledge my presence at all. I expected him to say something, but he just looked through me as if I was invisible!

He didn’t say a word.

I continued past him and didn’t look back. I knew I could be shot in the back at any moment. I continued to silently ask the Lord to be ready to receive my spirit, thinking these moments were to be my last in this world.

I continued walking down the stairs, but nobody stopped me and none of the guards said a word to me!

When I arrived at the main iron gate leading out to the courtyard I discovered it was already open! This was strange, as it was usually the most secure gate of all. There were normally two guards stationed at the first-floor gate, one on the inside and one on the outside, but for some reason neither of the guards was present and the gate was open!

I discarded the broom I had carried with me from the third floor and walked out into the courtyard. The bright morning light made me wince. I walked past several guards in the yard but nobody said a word to me. I then strolled through the main gate of the prison, which for some strange reason was also standing ajar!

My heart was pounding! I was now standing on the street out side the Zhengzhou Number One Maximum Security Prison! I was told later nobody had ever escaped from that prison before.

Immediately a small yellow taxi-van pulled up next to me, and the driver – a man in his late 20s – opened the passenger door. He asked, “Where are you heading?”

I got in and replied, “I need to go to my office as quickly as possible, so please drive fast.” I gave the driver the address of a Christian family I knew in Zhengzhou and we drove away from the prison. I told him that if we came to a traffic jam to drive around it, and not to stop for any reason.

All of the events seemed to happen in just a few moments. It was like a daydream. I was unsure if the whole thing had really happened or if I was dreaming. I don’t know how the Lord did it or why all those iron gates, usually so tightly locked, were standing open for me. All I knew was I was sitting in a taxi and we were heading to the home of my friends.

When we arrived I asked the driver to wait while I went to borrow some money to pay the fare.

….

After we prayed together, I was given a bicycle and one of the family members rode on the back, directing me to my hiding place, traveling down small alleyways to avoide the roadblocks being set up on the main streets because of my escape.

The moment I started to pedal the bicycle was the first time I realized the Lord had healed my feet and legs! My mind had been so focused on obeying the Lord and preparing to be shot that I never even noticed that God had healed me. I never felt any healing power. From the time my legs were smashed with a baton until the day I escaped, my legs had remained completely black and unusable. I couldn’t even stand up, let alone walk. The most I could do was crawl a short distance by grabbing hold of the wall

Brother Musheng told me later that when he passed me on the third floor I was walking normally, so it seems the Lord must have healed my legs while I was still in the prison cell. As I rode along on the bicycle I was reminded of God’s Word, “ Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.” Hebrews 12:13.

As soon as we arrived at the hiding place the heavens opened. Torrential rain blanketed the whole of Zhengzhou City and a howling wind rattled windows and blew bicycles over. I was a huge storm. Although it was still morning time, the sky turned black.

I entered the hiding place and was left alone. This dear family treated me like an angel from heaven. They placed a family member outside my door day and night to guard me.

Later, Christian friends told me they had seen a report on the television news on the evening of my escape. The Security Police, the Public Security Bureau and soldiers from the People’s liberation Army had been mobilized to find me. They searched every house in Zhengzhou from door to door. They set up roadblocks at all the major intersections and searched every vehicle. Officers were dispatched to every bus station, train station and to the airport.

I was told trained police sniffer-dogs were used in a bid to pick up my scent, but their efforts were all in vain. I was safe in the secret hiding place of the Lord. The storm had hampered the authorities and washed away all traces of me.

God reminded me how thirteen years earlier, during my 74-day fast in prison, he had given me a powerful vision of a series of iron gates opening, one after another.

Now, all these years later, his promise had come true. I marveled at God’s goodness and faithfulness to me. To this day I consider my escape from prison the most amazing experience of my life.

That night I slept like a content newborn baby in the arms of my Lord.

Excerpt from "The Heavenly Man," (The Remarkable True Story of Chinese Christian Brother Yun) by Paul Hattaway, OMF Literature Inc., Philippines, 2003. pp.255-260.

Great Wall of China image from http://rst.gsfc.nasa.gov/

Recent photo of Bro. Yun from www.churchinperth.com Info on his present ministry BTJ – Back to Jerusalem – is also found there.

Monday, October 09, 2006



Escape from Prison with Angelic Assistance, AD 1920’s – Sundar Singh

Sundar believed in angels. However skeptical or cautious his friends from the West might be, affected as they were by the Higher Criticism of that period, he had not the slightest doubt about either the existence of these spiritual beings, or of their having come to his aid in times of danger. On his return from some of his journeys in the Himalayas he quite naturally related experiences of deliverances which he attributed to angels who appeared in the form of men…

The most remarkable instance of angelic succour and deliverance that he related happened when he had reached a town in Tibet called Rasa. Here he was arrested for having entered the country to preach a foreign religion. He was brought before the head lama who passed sentence on him – a sentence which amounted to death…

The method chosen in Sundar’s case was to cast him into the well. He was hustled there, the iron cover unlocked and removed, and he was pushed over the edge, down into a pit so foul that his very soul recoiled. The bottom of it was covered with dead men’s bones and rotting flesh, and the stench was almost overwhelming. Then what little light had penetrated was shut out as the cover of the well was replaced and he was left in darkness.

It was far worse than anything he had ever experienced before. No one had accompanied him on this trip; he was in a country where he was unknown, and he realized that humanly speaking his situation was hopeless. There was no possibility of help from any human source, and this time the inner joy he had known in times of persecution was missing.

“My God, my God… why have you forsaken me?” The words of Jesus on the cross came to mind but without the comfort of conscious fellowship. Why, oh why had God brought him to this place of horror and left him there?

Hours passed – how many he had no means of knowing. His arm had been wrenched as he was cast into the well, but the physical pain was as nothing compared with the anguish of his soul. In relating the story years later he said he was in that well for two days and nights, and on the third night he heard a sound above. The cover of the well was being removed and then a rope was let down and a voice told him to take hold of it. Summoning what strengths remained in him he slipped the snooze under his arms and was slowly drawn up, to sink on the ground, conscious only that he was gulping in fresh air at last. Weak as he was from hunger and thirst, it was air his body craved more than anything. As he breathed it in he felt himself strangely revived and the pain in his wrenched arm had gone. But he was alone. There was no sign of his rescuer.

… How had he escape, the head lama demanded, but all Sundar could tell him was what had happened, and that he had seen no one. Furiously the lama asserted that someone must have stolen the key to the well, and ordered that a search be made for it. No one was more taken aback than he when it was eventually found on his own girdle.

Excerpt taken from “Sadhu Sundar Singh” by Phyllis Thompson, Armour Publishing Pte Ltd, Singapore, 2005. pp. 73,75,76

"Strange Clouds" photo from www.science.nasa.gov.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006



Escape from Prison with Angelic Assistance (1st C AD) - Peter

Acts 12, NIV, The Bible

1It was about this time that King Herod arrested some who belonged to the church, intending to persecute them. 2He had James, the brother of John, put to death with the sword. 3When he saw that this pleased the Jews, he proceeded to seize Peter also. This happened during the Feast of Unleavened Bread. 4After arresting him, he put him in prison, handing him over to be guarded by four squads of four soldiers each. Herod intended to bring him out for public trial after the Passover.

5So Peter was kept in prison, but the church was earnestly praying to God for him.

6The night before Herod was to bring him to trial, Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains, and sentries stood guard at the entrance. 7Suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared and a light shone in the cell. He struck Peter on the side and woke him up. "Quick, get up!" he said, and the chains fell off Peter's wrists.

8Then the angel said to him, "Put on your clothes and sandals." And Peter did so. "Wrap your cloak around you and follow me," the angel told him. 9Peter followed him out of the prison, but he had no idea that what the angel was doing was really happening; he thought he was seeing a vision. 10They passed the first and second guards and came to the iron gate leading to the city. It opened for them by itself, and they went through it. When they had walked the length of one street, suddenly the angel left him.

11Then Peter came to himself and said, "Now I know without a doubt that the Lord sent his angel and rescued me from Herod's clutches and from everything the Jewish people were anticipating."

12When this had dawned on him, he went to the house of Mary the mother of John, also called Mark, where many people had gathered and were praying. 13Peter knocked at the outer entrance, and a servant girl named Rhoda came to answer the door. 14When she recognized Peter's voice, she was so overjoyed she ran back without opening it and exclaimed, "Peter is at the door!"

15"You're out of your mind," they told her. When she kept insisting that it was so, they said, "It must be his angel."

16But Peter kept on knocking, and when they opened the door and saw him, they were astonished. 17Peter motioned with his hand for them to be quiet and described how the Lord had brought him out of prison. "Tell James and the brothers about this," he said, and then he left for another place.

18In the morning, there was no small commotion among the soldiers as to what had become of Peter. 19After Herod had a thorough search made for him and did not find him, he cross-examined the guards and ordered that they be executed.

"Penitent Apostle Peter" by Van Dyke from www.jesuswalk.com

"Sea of Galilee" from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_of_Galilee

Saturday, September 23, 2006


The Conversion of John Wesley

…John embarked on the Simmonds, a not-too-large vessel, for the new colony. God had timed his going so that he was to travel with twenty-six Moravians, who were to play a fascinating role in leading John to Aldersgate….

John had previously been thinking about his soul’s welfare, and when a storm arose on November 23, he entered in his diary, “Sun. 23. At night I was awakened by the tossing of the ship… and plainly showed I was unfit, for I was unwilling, to die.”

While the storm was raging, John looked at the Moravians, whom previously he had thought of as heavy-minded and dull-witted folk, and they were calmly singing a hymn. The wilder the waves became, the calmer the Germans sang. The storm passed as all of God’s storms do when their missions are fulfilled…

Going to the Germans he asked them, “Were you not afraid?”

“I thank God, no,” came the answer from one whose soul had been anchored to the Rock of Christ.

…”But were not your women and children afraid?”

…”No, our women and children are not afraid to die.”

…when he had gone through that sail-ripping, ship-soaking, skin-drenching storm and had come out alive, he was certain those Moravians had an experience to which he was a total stranger.

…It was a distant Light, but for the first time he knew of its true existence. It was this Light which at Aldersgate was to become a personal experience.

…he met the Moravian pastor, Spangenberg, …

Spangenberg’s first question rocked John back on his mental heels when he asked, “My brother, I must first ask you one or two questions. Have you the witness within yourself? Does the Spirit of God bear witness with your spirit that you are a child of God?”…

Again the Moravian asked, “Do you know Jesus Christ?” This was closer to John’s thinking, and so he replied, “I know He is the Saviour of the world.” “True” came the pastor’s rejoinder, “but do you know He has saved you?”

…”I hope He has died to save me,” to be countered by Spangenberg’s, “Do you know yourself?” John finally managed to mumble, “I… do.”

This… set the mental machinery of John’s cranium whirling for two years trying to produce a true basis in his own life for the doctrines he preached… when he made the entry in his Journal, he added, “I fear they were vain words.”

…John being a High churchman could not get it out of his system, and he began to let his Anglicanism come to the fore, even to crowd justice and good sense to the rear. He went so far as to refuse the Lord’s Supper to all who had not been Episcopally baptized. Nor would he bury those who had not received the Church of England’s seal of acceptance by the rite of baptism.

…he began reading “Pandectae Canonum Conciliorum,” which turned his attention to the Scripture as the source of religious authority. He also heard a Presbyterian minister at Darien actually offer an extempore prayer. This shocked and astonished John at first, only in the end to help him realize that such praying in public freed the soul from the mere confines of a set ritualistic approach to God.

“Religion is love,” he said to a friend at this time, “and peace and joy in the Holy Ghost… so it is the cheerfulest thing in the world… utterly inconsistent with moroseness, sourness and with whatever is not according to the gentleness of Christ Jesus.”

This, however, he had not discovered in the springs of his own soul, merely quoting these words from the memory of having read them somewhere.

…The entry of his Journal under date of Tuesday, January 24, 1738, is tragical:

“I went to America to convert the Indians; but O! who shall convert me? Who, what is he that shall deliver me from this evil heart of unbelief? I have a fair summer religion. I can talk well; nay, and believe myself while no danger is near; but let death look me in the face, and my spirit is troubled. Nor can I say, “ To die is gain”… I show my faith by my works by staking my all upon it… O who will deliver me from this fear of death?”

When he landed in England on the first of February,… his Journal tells the turbulent story thus:

“This then have I learned in the ends of the earth, that I ‘am fallen short of the glory of God’; that my whole heart is ‘altogether corrupt and abominable’… that my own works, my own suffering, my own righteousness, are so far from reconciling me to an offended God… I want that faith which enables everyone that hath it to cry out, ‘I live not… but Christ liveth in me’… I want that faith… when ‘the Spirit itself beareth witness with his spirit that he is a child of God.’ “

It took his Georgia’s errors in judgment, his love entanglement which resulted in a court trial, to produce this self-abasement. God had brought John safely by the hand from the high pinnacle when he hoped to work his way into the kingdom, to where now he felt that only through faith in Christ’s atoning merit could he live above the storm that would sweep his soul in his terrible tomorrows.

…”I who went to America to convert others, was never myself converted,…

This turbulency of soul caused John to despair of ever preaching again, and he told Bohler that he would “leave off preaching. How can you preach to others, who have not faith in yourself?” Bohler urged him to continue his gospel work, to which John retorted, “But what can I preach?”

Preach faith until you have it; and then because you have it, you will preach faith,” came the Moravian’s response.

John was not long in starting on this adventure, for he says, “Accordingly, Monday 6, I began preaching this new doctrine, though my soul started back from the work. The first person to whom I offered salvation by faith alone was a prisoner under sentence of death.”

The condemned man arose from prayer and exclaimed, “I am now ready to die. I know Christ has taken away my sins, and there is no condemnation for me.”

Charles (Wesley, the composer of many Christian hymns, brother of John Wesley - note mine) caught the sunrise first, after reading Luther’s “Commentary on Galatians,” praying, conversing with spiritually minded people. It was on Whitsunday, 1738, while he was at the home of a poor woman, a recent convert. Said the woman to the man sick in body and soul: “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, arise and believe, and thou shalt be healed of all thy infirmities.”

A friend read the words, “Blessed is the man whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.” Charles’ eyes fell on the verse, “He hath put a new song in my mouth…” as the hallelujah chorus swung into living action, and God’s redemptive work was accomplished in his soul.

On this Charles’ s believing and receiving day, John attended the Church of St. Mary-le-Stand, grieving still that his redemption had not taken place. Returning from service, he wrote to a friend, “Let no one deceive us by vain words, as if we had already attained unto this faith. By its fruits we shall know, Do we already feel peace with God and joy in the Holy Ghost?... Does the Spirit bear witness?... alas with mine he does not… Let us be emptied of ourselves and then fill us with all peace and joy in believing.”

He was on a soul search which should cease only when he had found this glorious peace. His spiritual quest went on by the hour until Wednesday, May 24, arrived.

During that memorable soul-shaping day everything seemed to point John to one thing – redemption as a soon-wrought work in his life. When evening came down Aldersgate Street not far from St. Paul’s, John was unwillingly dragged to a meeting.

“In the evening,” he says, “I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther’s preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed…”

The change had been wrought, the divine work accomplished. He had arrived at the peak’s top and there was the sunrise of glory in his soul.

“I felt I did trust in Christ,” he goes on to relate, “Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.”

…Emptying himself of self, God had come in.

What happened at Aldersgate? It is best to let John’s own testimony stand as to the change which his heart-warming experience brought about. Before May 24, 1738, he felt he was not a Christian. After that date, he knew he was, and the Spirit bore witness with his spirit that he was a child of God…

The biographers have debated long and hard as to what really happened at Aldersgate. Some affirm, and these the older, that John there dropped all ritualistic attachment to the Church of England and at that moment Methodism was born.

“Newman renounced justification by faith,” affirms Riggs, “and clung to apostolic succession; therefore he went to Rome. Wesley embraced justification by faith, and renounced apostolic succession; therefore his people are a separate people from the Church of England.”

Judged by the products of Wesley’s life, Adersgate stands by far as the brightest spot in his life, or in the life of anyone of his century. Before Aldersgate he was a bungler; after Aldersgate he was a lion in God’s kingdom who knew no defeat.

(My note: John Wesley was the founder of the Methodist Church and together with George Whitefield wrought the revival of the 18th century in England, Europe and America and the world. Just like Jesus, his beloved Master, John Wesley moved in signs and wonders and preached to open-air crowds of tens of thousands, bringing hope, salvation and a new life to many.)

Excerpts from “John Wesley,” by Basil Miller, Bethany Fellowship, Inc. Minn, USA, Zondervan Publishing Copyright 1943 (pp 45-48, 50-54, 57, 58, 60-63).

John Wesley Preaching painting from http://www.wesleyschapel.org.uk

Monday, July 31, 2006




Allured Into the Desert

Allured into the desert,
With God alone, apart,
There spirit meeteth spirit,
There speaketh heart to heart.
Far, far on that untrodden shore,
God's secret place I find;
Alone I pass the golden door,
The dearest left behind.

There God and I - none other;
Oh far from men to be!
Nay, midst the crowd and tumult,
Still, Lord, alone with Thee.
Still folded close upon Thy breast,
In field, and mart, and street,
Untroubled in that perfect rest,
That isolation sweet.

O God, Thou art far other
Than men have dreamed and taught,
Unspoken in all language,
Unpictured in all thought.
Thou God art God - he only learns
What that great Name must be,
Whose raptured heart within him burns,
Because he walks with Thee.

Stilled by that wondrous Presence,
That tenderest embrace,
The years of longing over,
Do we behold Thy Face;
We seek no more than Thou hast given,
We ask no vision fair,
Thy precious Blood has opened Heaven,
And we have found Thee there.

O weary souls, draw near Him;
To you I can but bring
One drop of that great ocean,
One blossom of that spring;
Sealed with His kiss, my lips are dumb,
My soul with awe is still;
Let him that is athirst but come,
And freely drink his fill.

-Gerhard Tersteegen, 1697-1769
Tr. Unknown
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Taken from "The Christian Book of Mystical Verse" compiled by A.W.Tozer, Christian Publications, Inc., USA, 1963. pp.62-63.


You can read on G. Tersteegen's background here:
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/bio/t/e/tersteegen_g.htm
http://www.pawcreek.org/articles/testimonials/TestimonialsGerhardTersteegan.htm

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Thursday, July 20, 2006








LAZY TO READ YOUR BIBLE?







At first, I didn’t really know who Jesus was, but I’d seen him heal my father and liberate our family. I confidently committed myself to the God who healed my father and saved us. During that time I frequently asked my mother who Jesus truly was. She told me, “Jesus is the Son of God who died on the cross for us, taking all our sins and sicknesses. He recorded all his teachings in the Bible.”


I asked if there were any words of Jesus left that I could read for myself. She replied, “No. All his words are gone. There is nothing left of his teaching.” This was during the cultural Revolution when Bibles could not be found.


From that day on I earnestly wanted to have a copy of my own Bible. I asked my mother and fellow Christians what a Bible looked like, but no one knew. One person had seen some hand copied Scripture portions and song sheets, but never a whole Bible. Only a few old believers could recall seeing Bibles many years before. The Word of God was scarce in the land.


I was so hungry for a Bible. Seeing my desperation, my mother remembered an old man who lived in another village. This man had been a pastor before the Cultural Revolution.


Together we started out on the long walk to his home. When we found him we told him our desire, “We long to see a Bible. Do you have one?”


He immediately looked fearful. This man had already spent nearly 20 years in prison for his faith. He looked at me and saw that I was so young and poor, with tattered clothes and bare feet. He felt compassion, but still didn’t want to show me his Bible.

I don’t blame him because in those days there were very few Bibles in the whole of China. Nobody was allowed to read any book other than Mao’s little Red Book. If caught with a Bible, it would be burned and the owner’s whole family would be severely beaten in the middle of the village.

The old pastor simply told me, “The Bible is a heavenly book. If you want one, you’ll need to pray to the God of heaven. Only he can provide you a heavenly book. God is faithful. He always answers those who seek him with all their heart.”

I fully trusted the pastor’s words.

When I returned home I brought a stone into my room and knelt down on it every evening for prayer. I had just one simple prayer: “Lord, please give me a Bible. Amen.” At that time I didn’t know how to pray, but I continued for more than one month.

Nothing happened. A Bible didn’t appear.

I went back to that pastor’s house again. This time I went alone. I told him, “I’ve prayed to God according to your instructions, but I still haven’t received the Bible I want so much. Please, please show me your Bible. Just a glance and I will be satisfied! I don’t need to touch it. You hold it and I will be content just to look at it. If I could copy down some of the words I will return home happy.”

The pastor saw the anxiety of my heart. He spoke to me again. “If you’re serious, then you should not only kneel down and pray to the Lord, you should also fast and weep. The more you weep the sooner you’ll get a Bible.”

I went home, and every morning and afternoon I ate and drank nothing. Every evening I ate just one small bowl of steamed rice. I cried like a hungry child to his heavenly Father, wanting to be filled with his Word. For the next one hundred days I prayed for a Bible, until I could bear it no more. My parents were sure I was losing my mind.

Looking back years later, I would say this whole experience was the most difficult thing I’ve ever endured.

Then, suddenly one morning at 4 a.m., after months of begging God to answer my prayers, I received a vision from the Lord while kneeling beside my bed.

In the vision I was walking up a steep hill, trying to push a heavy cart in front of me> I was heading towards a village where I intended to beg for food for my family. I was struggling greatly, because in my vision I was hungry and weakened by constant fasting. The old cart was about to roll back and fall on me.

I then saw three men walking down the hill in the opposite direction. A kind old man, who had a very long beard, was pulling a large cart full of fresh bread. Two other men were walking on each side of the cart. When the old man saw me he felt great pity and showed me compassion. He asked, “Are you hungry?” I replied, “Yes. I have nothing to eat. I’m on my way to get food for my family.”

I wept because my family was extremely poor. Because of my father’s sickness we’d sold everything valuable to buy medicine. We had little to eat, and for years we’d been forced to beg for food from friends and neighbours. When the old man asked me if I was hungry I couldn’t help but cry. I’d never felt such genuine love and compassion from anyone before.

In the vision the old man took a red bag of bread from his trolley and asked his two servants to give it to me. He said, “You must eat it immediately.”

I opened the wrapping and saw there was a bun of fresh bread inside. When I put the bun in my mouth, it instantly turned into a Bible! Immediately, in my vision, I knelt down with my Bible and cried out to the Lord in thanksgiving, “Lord, your name is worthy to be praised! You didn’t despise my prayer. You allowed me to receive this Bible. I want to serve you for the rest of my life.”

I woke up and started searching the house for the Bible. The rest of my family was asleep. The vision had been so real to me that when I realized it had only been a dream I was deeply anguished and I wept loudly. My parents rushed to my room to see what had happened. They thought I had gone crazy because of all my fasting and praying. I told them about my vision, but, the more I shared, the crazier they thought I was! Mother said, “The day hasn’t dawned yet and no one has come to our house. The door is firmly locked.”

My father held me tightly. With tears in his eyes he cried to God, “Dear Lord, have mercy on my son. Please don’t let him lose his mind. I’m willing to be sick again if it will prevent my son from losing his mind. Please give my son a Bible!”

My mother, father and I knelt down and wept together, arm in arm.

Suddenly I heard a faint knock at the door. A very gentle voice called my name. I rushed over and asked through the locked door, “Are you bringing the bread to me?” The gentle voice replied, “Yes, we have a bread feast to give you.” I immediately recognized the voice as the same one I had heard in the vision.

I quickly opened the door and there standing before me were the same two servants I had seen in the vision. One man held a red bad in his hand. My heart raced as I opened the bag and held in my hands my very own Bible!

The two men quickly departed into the still darkness.

I clutched my new Bible to my heart and fell down on my knees outside the door. I thanked God again and again! I promised Jesus that from that moment on I would devour his Word like a hungry child.

Later I found out the names of those two men. One was Brother Wang and the other Brother Sung. They came from a village far away. They told me about an evangelist whom I’d never met. He had suffered terribly for the Lord during the Cultural Revolution, and had nearly died while being tortured.

About three months before I received my Bible this evangelist had received a vision from the Lord. God showed him a young man to whom he was to give his hidden Bible. In the vision he saw our house and the location of our village.

Like many Christians at the time, the old man had placed his Bible inside a can and buried it deep in the ground, hoping a day would come when he could dig it up and read it again. Despite this vision, it took the evangelist a few months before he decided to obey what the Lord had told him to do. He asked two other Christian men to deliver it to me. They then walked throughout the night to reach my home.

From that moment on I prayed to Jesus with faith-filled prayer. I fully trusted that the words in the Bible were God’s words to me. I always held the Bible. Even when I slept I laid it on my chest. I devoured its teachings like a hungry child.

This was the first gift I ever received from God in prayer.


Excerpt from "The Heavenly Man," (The Remarkable True Story of Chinese Christian Brother Yun) by Paul Hattaway, OMF Literature Inc., Philippines, 2003. pp.26-30

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The Conversion of Sadhu Sundar Singh

...There was no doubt about that. The train was always punctual, and very soon now he would put his plan into action. Time was running out. He had decided that if the unknown God to whom he had been praying so desperately did not reveal himself before five o'clock that morning, he would fling himself on the line for the train to pass over him. He could bear the turmoil in his heart and mind no longer.

...he was compelled to study the Bible, and although, against his will, he found himself attracted by some of the things he read, he was still convinced that it was false, and determined to oppose it.

He opposed it, eventually, in quite a dramatic manner. Obtaining possession of one of the Gospels one day, and calling some of his school friends to see what he would do with it, he tore it in half, then set light to it.

"That's what I think of it!" he said defiantly.

...It was only a few days after this incident that Sundar came to the point of desperation that led him to the decision to throw himself under the Ludhiana express if God did not reveal to him the true way of peace. Find that way he must, either in this world or the next. He had made up his mind.

At three o'clock in the morning he arose from his bed and went out into the moonlit courtyard for the ceremonial bath observed by devout Hindus and Sikhs before worship. Then he returned to his room and knelt down, bowing his head to the ground, pleading that God would reveal himself. He prayed, then waited silent and expectant, then prayed again.

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I remained till about half past four praying and waiting and expecting to see Krishna or Buddha, or some other Avatar of the Hindu religion; they appeared not, but a light was shining in the room. I opened the door to see where it came from, but all was dark outside. I returned inside, and the light increased in intensity and took the form of a globe of light above the ground, and in this light there appeared, not the form I expected, but the living Christ whom I had counted as dead. To all eternity I shall never forget his glorious and loving face, nor the few words which he spoke. 'Why do you persecute me? See, I have died on the cross for you and for the whole world.' These words were burned into my heart as by lightning, and I fell on the ground before him. My heart was filled with inexpressible joy and peace, and my whole life was entirely changed.
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Excerpts taken from "Sadhu Sundar Singh," by Phyllis Thompson, Armour Publishing Pte. Ltd., Singapore, 2005.pp.1,13,17,18

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Sadhu Sundar Singh on 1920s Japan


Japan has plunged herself in the soul-killing floods of Western materialism. Her eyes are filled with visions of worldly greatness. She is in the fury of making money and has no ear for the word of God. All religious appeals fall flat on the Japanese... not even a nominal condemnation of things which would have shocked the moral susceptibilities of an ordinary Indian. The worst of it is, Japan does not even take Buddhism seriously. Her temples are thronged with tourists and guides more than devotees.


Quoted from "Sadhu Sundar Singh," by Phyllis Thompson, Armour Publishing Pte. Ltd., Singapore, 2005. p.157


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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
















Sadhu Sundar Singh on 1920s England





In England everyone seemed silently engrossed with his own affairs, and usually in a hurry.

...the war had left its sombre legacy of bereaved families, still conscious of the loss of the million men who had died in the battlefields.

There was... something... lacking too,... In India there was an awareness of spiritual things, a groping for that which would bring peace to the soul. In England he sensed a preoccupation with what would bring material satisfaction, a satisfaction that ignored the deeper needs of the human spirit.

...too little was made of religion. ...more time should be given to being quiet and just meditating on the word of God. Without prayer and reflection spiritual things could not be understood. (emphasis mine)


Quoted from "Sadhu Sundar Singh," by Phyllis Thompson, Armour Publishing Pte. Ltd., Singapore, 2005. pp.167-8



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Sadhu Sundar Singh on 1920s America



There is a good deal of Christianity in America, but that is not enough... Our Lord's words, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest," are true as regards the East, but... as for America our Lord would say, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy gold-laden and I will give you rest." (emphasis mine)


...missionaries from the West who come to India keep alive the churches at home, and if the West did not send us missionaries, very soon their churches would become dead like the Dead Sea. So we should welcome the missionaries for the sake of keeping Christianity alive in the West.


Quoted from "Sadhu Sundar Singh" by Phyllis Thompson, Armour Publishing Pte. Ltd., Singapore, 2005. p. 178








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Sadhu Sundar Singh on 1920s China



In China things are not so bad. The Chinaman has still reverence and love for religion. He is capable of the highest spiritual development.

...Some of the highest officers in China are Christians, and good Christians, too. (emphasis mine)



Quoted from "Sadhu Sundar Singh," by Phyllis Thompson, Armour Publishing Pte. Ltd., Singapore, 2005. pp.157-8







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