First, it’s not about me, though the god of this world would like it that way; however, that backfires. This is always about HIM (Jesus), the maker of Heaven and Earth, the God who loves you. But what is my role, or even yours, in it all? The featured image is of me with television star and actor Gavin MacLeod, who played Captain Stubing in the series “The Love Boat”; let’s call it divine destiny that he and I met. He has since gone home to his eternal reward. I had this picture taken at one of the many film festivals where I served as a counselor, usher, and head counter.

Below are two other great men I stood beside for a photo, who have benefited the Christian family, have reached many people for Jesus, and whose work isn’t over yet.

At the time of this writing, we recently lost a secular artist whom I came to enjoy, who starred in the hit series “Heroes,” Hayden Panettiere, who died of a drug overdose; the truth is she died of a lack of friends in Christ and a relationship with Christ. Just like the television star from the hit series “Friends,” who in the end really didn’t have any, now did he? What could Hayden have done with her gifts, given to glorify God? As someone who reads the signs and dark sentences, I saw the tagline for “Heroes”: “Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.” She passed at the age of 36, too young, too soon.

The tagline for Christians should be “Save Israel, Save the World.”

The following image shows every nation darkened by Rome; only one remained.

Here is that same map in Crop Images.

We invited visitors who came to the free movies to accept Jesus as their Savior and fill out a counselor card. We were a group from several churches in the area who wanted to see souls saved. We gave the counselor card to their nearest neighborhood Pastor for follow-up; it was a great ministry that I was involved with for 23 years. I committed all my vacations to this one week a year at Easter; the evangelist in charge also led the evangelism committee at the first Church I made my home Church. Where I met my wife, proposed, married, and dedicated my only son, born on Pi Day, 3.14.84, the day Einstein was born and Stephen Hawking passed away.

When I first gave my life to Jesus Christ in 1982, I received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit after attending a Bible Study with other “Born Again” believers from different denominations whom I met in a private residence in Tewksbury, Massachusetts. One of them insisted I start attending a good, Bible-believing Church, so he suggested one nearest me in Salem, NH. I lived in the next town over, Methuen, Mass., where I graduated the class of 77. For those of you who don’t know the term, Salem comes from the word Shalom, meaning Peace. How clever our God is.

I led my stepfather, whom I loved dearly, to Jesus when he was 67. My stepfather was a carpenter (look, Jesus mine was too),  and my stepmother was named Lucille; she was my covering, who failed me. Jesus’ covering failed HIM. Did you know that Jesus’ former covering needs a temple built? He better not fail me. Save Israel. Save the world.

My mentor’s name was Dick Perrin; he met me on the first Sunday. It was my first non-Catholic Church where I was first schooled in all things Jesus; the Church was coincidentally on 101 School St. in the town appropriately called Peace. The Church was in revival, and it was a non-traditional Baptist Church that embraced the gifts of the early Church, speaking in tongues, prophetic utterances, and interpretation of tongues. As a new Christian, I had little understanding that there were two different Baptist groups: one that spoke in tongues and one that did not.

Following my mentor’s example, my first convert was a computer engineer and circuit designer named Brian Lagoy, who saw me reading my Bible at lunch every day at Wang Laboratories in Lowell, Massachusetts, where I worked as a Technician and engineering aide. There, I began reading Chick Tracts and was invited to a home in Tewksbury for Bible Study and fellowship.

He asked what I was reading, and I explained that, unlike all the technical books he had read, this one tells us how to live life to the fullest. It is a technical manual that prepares us for heaven and eternal life. I led him to Christ, and I found a Baptist Church in Lowell for him to attend, unaware it was not as charismatic as the one I went to. When I asked him if he had received the HOLY SPIRIT and the gift of tongues, he talked about ecstatic speech, and no, he had not. He may not have received the gift of tongues, but no one was more zealous than Brian; he put Scripture verses in his cubicle, along with a copy of the Hebrew Ten Commandments. I mention the Hebrew Ten Commandments because Jesus loves the Jewish People who know them, which differ from the Catholic Ten Commandments, and if we are called to win them to Jesus, how will removing the second commandment help them see God in any of us?

Clearly, those individuals do not know Christ. Knowing Christ is everything.

My first Pastor was Gary Clark, and I voiced my Concern that many of my stepfamily members, as I had been adopted, were Catholic; there was even a Nun in the family, Sister Marie Beaulieu, and my godfather, my stepmother’s brother-in-law, Andrew, was a deacon at “Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church” who every year decorated his home at Christmas, and a week later at New Year’s he would open the bar up in his basement. Every year his sister-in-law would get drunk and embarrass herself and fight with us, but she drank every day, so the fighting was nothing new. She grew up 12 years in an orphanage with her sister, my godmother; she went in as a frightened little girl, four years old, and came out terrified, a full-on fear woman and drinker at age sixteen. Her sister, my aunt, godmother, asked me, when I became “Born Again,” why I would leave the Church. I didn’t leave the Church because I was never in the Church; I became a home for the HOLY SPIRIT, and a Church in May 1982, the same Christ that ended the priesthood in Israel. The one who turned water into wine, not Kentucky whisky.

The same system that had my mother for twelve years; she never saw Christ in them or learned of HIM because they KNEW HIM NOT!!!

So I voiced my Concern to my First Baptist Church Pastor about winning the Catholic’s in my life, to which he responded that I was on this cruise ship (hence the Love Boat), solid and sturdy, headed for the kingdom, while all they have is a small rubber raft; they are told they cannot be confident in their salvation, that apart from their Church they can fall into the hands of the devil! So, to make it seem true, they use their devils to start other Churches to make them big, then bring them down. Jonestown is just one good example. And then it’s all they have known.

Wolves in sheep’s clothing keep their sheep locked into a bad pen, yet God would even like to win the wolves and tame them to become lambs or maybe just better sheepdogs; the tribe of Benjamin, furthest west on the cross, was given the star sign Gemini and the flag of a wolf. God raised someone around wolves and made him his dog who can smell out other wolves where the sun sets to end the day.

Before man was made, God created a covering, a coat of many colors, to give to his Miracle Child, made of the most expensive stones we find on earth. However, the angels who turned him against God and let him lead the revolution, proclaiming that God had no Son (of Man), lost their covering, and the demons lost their ability to see color; dogs or wolves are necessarily color-blind. Something to think about, isn’t it: does God love you enough to point out that you may be a wolf?

See, the elect cannot be deceived; also, wouldn’t we need their numbers to increase the kingdom and bring Peace to Israel? Which would take truth and men who could see the deception to rally behind the person God chooses.

Here is the problem: the bridge between fundamental Christianity, of which those belonging to it cannot be deceived, as their doctrines and faith in Christ are sound, the bridge trying to do the crossover has become a Nexus for many. There are things in and on the bridge that are not original manifestations of God’s Spirit; it wasn’t until after Vatican II that they began to build this bridge, tying paganism to the real saints; along with it came new manifestations of God’s Spirit; how many saved souls during Reverend George Whitefield’s revivals fell over? Isn’t it better if they fall on their knees? How many times did this happen during the time of the original twelve, or is it discussed in Holy Writ?

The two legs of IRON in Nebuchadnezzar’s dream: he built this idol, and the righteous would not bow to it. The legs of Iron do not bend or bow their knee; there are two men the devil has convinced are holy Fathers, and we know the truth that there is only one; the other two clearly do not comprehend this truth, and so those who follow them bend not their knee to the true HOLY FATHER. If they are part of these two communities, it’s like they never met Jesus or made him Lord of their lives.

Jude 1:3-4  Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints. (4)  For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, ungodly men, turning the grace of our God into lasciviousness, and denying the only Lord God, and our Lord Jesus Christ.

2 Peter 2:1  But there were false prophets also among the people, even as there shall be false teachers among you, who privily shall bring in damnable heresies, even denying the Lord that bought them, and bring upon themselves swift destruction.

Got Cancer … Look at the wilderness tabernacle and tell me why you think that’s so; support the enemy; get the enemy’s rewards.

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