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They Way the Mission Field Realy Is

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Haven’t written because of craziness here . Frank had put me on bed rest yesterday morning. ……  my mission: to nestle myself in the Word, get up for nothing, receive my healing, and cease this huge loss of blood.
But there was a slight interruption. Like when the satellite gets hinky due to wind or rain …..”your signal has been interrupted, try again later.”  Its been a rather crazy two days.
We have had two visits. One from the nurse in Utah and she brought a big big group of people from a Long Beach church with her. They were really touched by the daily goings on here. They came to *help* feed. It was weird I didnt tell anybody they were coming and we’ve been having like 27 kids per meal but that day 60 people showed for lunch.  The group was awed by the way the Lord extended the food as was I. Then the visitors set about helping clean up and having fun meeting our kids AND PLAYING with them……..
It was good for them to see how the people just come walking up the hill because they WANT to …..they said they have not been exposed to any ministry where the pastors were neighbors to the people they minister to. One girl felt like she *was in another world far from the USA* , most of them had come prepared to speak Spanish and were  really shocked when they found out that our people didn’t speak it. That was funny and a bit humbling for them I think .

All in all it was good to make contact with new people. Theodoras faith was built when she asked Frank’s permission to offer her handmade jewelry for sale and the Americans bought all of it.  Although i did have to step in and set prices. She was too shy and when i said , *give her whatever the Lord lays on your heart…*   there was an immediate problem – i should  have known better!  They were  offering her way too little for beadwork. Truly, for a split second i felt embarrassed to be white- come on,  3 quarters for a bracelet that an idjit could tell took 3 hours to make??  I could understand if they were paying in Mexican money , the conversion rate can be confusing. But this was just being cheap.    Some people backed out when I said 2 bucks for the bracelets and 5 for the necklaces. …..but praise Jesus she ended up selling all of her goods. She told me afterwards , that she had   been praying for money for her sons backpack and school supplies & having this happen really bumped up her Faith. Its fun to witness new believers being blessed so in a form so tangible. Anyway out of the rabbit hole and back to the path……….
They stayed several hours until all of the kids trickled home. I was peopled out.
So imagine my surprise when while snuggling into my nest with some cold coco water my old amplified Friend and a desire to get that healing i hear a commotion. I arose from the bed to see what was the matter and what did i see to my irritation but four  14 passenger vans  full of easily identified bright eyed and bushy tailed short term missionary types. When the dust settled, without further adieu these hipster surfy looking young church people start to debark. They p appear to have suffered some type of *pre-mission-religious- briefing* because they immediately huddle up in a circle and speak to their higher power.      This is the middle of our daily meal and the kids that are eating outside (big crowd again today)  start to tslk amongst themselves excitedly.  I start putting on my shoes, thinking they are lost but don’t know it. I think they were supposed to go somewhere else (koreans enter my mind) but hey they are now in our yard nowpq and walking up the stone stairs. Alls fair in love and short term missionary relations.  They were from Santa Barbara. Anyway, they showed up, as I said as we were finishing feeding, things were wrapping up here… the women heading out to gather wood for the evenings fire and the kids needing to tote their water home……..but some of the children stayed and the visitors blessed the kids with some balls and games to play and that was really nice and appreciated…..but the kids were tired from the day before and generally went home pretty quickly. One funny thing happened immediately….lemme set the stage:  first there  is a Trique fellow about 21 years old who recently sold his sister (in a good way you know the traditional arranged marriages they practice) anyhow he came into all this money ($60, 000 pesos like $5, 000 dollars split between him & his 6 brothers ) but right now he’s living large and he has been drunk as a skunk for days. … me & Frank spotted  him Sunday,  running,  literally running, in 90 degree high noon sun. Upon asking him where he was headed he says to the liquor store in Cantu- but he wad running in the  wrong direction down the dirt road . So Frank suggests to him to buy beer instead of more hard stuff and drops him off back at home where he’ll be safe. So as I said the guy has been ten sheets to the wind for days but he likes Frank because he gave him a ride and my pozole must soothe his aching liver so he’s been coming to eat this week. He’s harmless really. Oh and his name is Jesus. So add to the mix this one very tall (think Debbie) tall blond woman,  a septagenarian,I think . She is like one of the leaders of this group and she immediately starts showing off her abysmally mutilated Spanish version of *Jesus loves you, brother* topped off with a hug which if she’s at least 6 ft tall and your a 4 ft tall Oaxacan man that places your head squarely between a perilously pendulous pair of sweaty breasts. SEE WHERE WE’RE HEADED HERE? Hang on, as alas there is more.
*Jesus loves you brother is said like this- *Jesus te quiere hermano.*
This Amazon woman thinks she is saying that but in fact she is saying this *Jesus YO quiero, Hermano.* which unbeknownst to her means to him…..*Jesus I WANT you brother* , now mix that with the big tittiehug and the alcohol fogging his brain and the fact that she somehow knows his name and WANTS him and is openly professing it in an alarmingly shrill voice punctuated each time by her wagging a huge blond mess of hair over his face and you can pretty well see things go downhill real fast.
Lemme put it like this. Remember when Joy Paybody insisted on laying hands upon that 80 year old naked demon filled man holding a pick axe??
Similar outcome.  Frank had to intervene. The poor little indian guy will be afraid of old blond Christian women for likely the remainder of his life. But hey just another day at the Red Pony Pacific Division.
So by now the pastor and his wife are huddled near the chicken coop in the futile effort of making their cell phone get a signal.

With little Jesus safely escorted back to the cuarteria by Theos husband …..and everyone slightly shaken up by the blond chicks bonejarring snuffles of indignation back by the vans…..it boils down to all of these strangers kind of stuck with me and Frank.
They started asking about how we came here and how we existed. The pastor I think was suspecting by now maybe he made a wrong turn somewhere on the map ,but couldn’t extricate himself gracefully so he just went with it.
I took every opportunity I had to be welcoming and to share the stories of faith that the Lord’s given us in our journey thus far in life.  They had come to teach and evangelize they thought but suddenly the Lord turned their world on end and the anointing was becoming palpable.  Its been a while since I had that feeling……like I was standing next to myself wondering gee what will i/she say next?? Like I was just listening to Jesus talk along with every body else. Maybe that’s how you feel when you get in IT, too? All I know is I started out pretty much testifying and wound up being a vessel for a type of Q&A with Jesus. So,  I’m talking to a fairly big crowd…..28 college kids, with their pastor and his wife and about 10 teenagers. at first,  just about random things and for whatever reason I said something about the new pope and Catholicism.  I shared my views on the new pope (which must be shocking according to the reactions I saw, THE pastor was turning that telltale shade between purple and green indicating to me that he now knew for SURE he should have turned left not right) but I   was just trying to make it clear that I love everybody in general. …when one guy  challenged me. SO YOU THINK CATHOLICS ARE SAVED? IS THAT WHAT YOUR SAYING? (now this was weird because I had had an almost identical conversation with a girl the day prior.) But the Lord just really spoke through me and enabled me to teach on Yahweh’s Grace and how much Jesus wants us to love each other. and did they understand,  but really get it , just how much Yahweh really loves us and how little really he wants back…I was really wound up good and preaching at this point it was really good what I recall of it. When I looked out next (like i say i was in and out ..weird but i think u get it) the same guy had big tears rolling down his face. He says,  *So  are you saying maybe my Dad is not in Hell? He died a Catholic. And and my grandma whose a Catholic can go to heaven??*
The bunch got so silent. The Pastor was pulling at his nose in a really painful fashion,  but everybody else was still. In this moment I saw this young man as Jesus does and I got to love him literally AS Jesus…
He was hurting so bad and it hurt me. I asked him if his dad believed in Jesus and did his grandma believe in Jesus ? Did they believe that He is the resurrected Son of Almighty God? Yes, but what about……this and that…I asked him the same question. Yes he said. But he was full out crying now. Then i said it, but really it was Him saying it. Yes. Your daddy is NOT IN HELL. This is not about heaven and hell. He was standing right in front of me by now. ,in front of every body else. I lifted my hand up to put it on his head,  i think I was going to pray for him and before i could touch him he flew back and I don’t know from where but Frank appeared and caught the guy before he hit the dirt. I was then instantly drunk I mean officially inebriated in the anointing and ready for more…  but then I was talking about Resurrection Life and it was something I could tell by their faces, they had absolutely never heard. The Lord really explained what He had come and died for ……then the next thing you know i was asking who in the group wanted To ask Jesus be their King? (Remember these are all church people enough to go on a mission trip so one would assume they are already sure of their position in Christ.).but  that was the question and font you know that. just short of everybody like 35 of them surged towards me!
At that point, it was, as they say, ON. I went down the line and every single one, UR, was laid out before I could make contact with them. I never touched them and the Power was so great I had to make an effort to keep MYSELF upright. We were outside under the balcony okay,  but this warm wind with an incredibly sweet smell THAT I HAVE NEVER SMELLED  just tunneled over us and hung there for a minute or two. It was supernatural. And the scene brfore me was nothing short of something you would see on tv With Benny Hinn back in the nineties. The only other time I’ve ever personally witnessed that many people melt like that,  was in the prison here. They were like butter in a microwave. Wild pretty much sums it up.
Eventually, people started helping each other up . Some just sat in the dirt and wept. A couple of guys walked over by the chicken coop and layed down. Others just wandered about with no apparent destination.  Me and Frank went upstairs and sat on the balcony. Suddenly i was tired. Exhilarated but tired. I guess an hour passed before their pastor got them all rounded up again and told them it was time to go. He did the parting circular Calvary Chapel prayer,  and just like that they were gone .
Yahweh is good. That’s the bottom line. Hope you are equally as amazed as I.  I for one remain glad I signed on for the duration……..
Love yall,
d.d

Testimony of Water Baptism

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I have written this letter now 10 times it keeps disappearing. So I
assume it is important to someone…
Now I dont even recall how it started except that  it related to
water baptism.
The year I was water baptized  I was 13/14  years old. I was going
thru a really bad time in my life. My parents had announced their
divorce at Valentine’s Day.  By Easter I had a new ‘mama” by 4th of
July  , I had a newer one. I also had been introduced to the first of
a few new “dads.”
By the time in June, when I stepped foot on that plane in San
Francisco I was  pretty much suicidally depressed. I had been flying
for  many many years every summer alone. That one trip, the American
Airlines Stew sat with me on take -off and on seeing , what I guess
was my despair, she took off her own silver stewardess wings and
pinned them on me. She my silent tears and told me the LORD KNEW me
and was going to help me…………I still have those silver wings
with me in Mexico.
When I arrived at Memphis International, my grandmother and granddaddy
on my mom’s side picked me up. I felt loved but still very lost.
What I recall most of that fateful summer was that every day that
there was a Meeting of the Church,Uncle Richard and Aunt Pamela came
to get me.  Even then, I knew it was a sacrifice for them to spend on
gas to get me to church. I remember lil Eowyn standing on the back
seat of the Rambler with skinny arms wrapped around her Daddy’s neck o
ethe highway tween Tunica and and Walls and me standing too, watching
Aunt Pamela lay hands on the dashboard and ask Jesus to give us gas to
get to church meetings.
We never missed one not ever.
I had turned 14  the day before I got baptized in the Holy Ghost. I
growing up in a house where no Bibles were ALLOWED WAS LIKE THAT GUY
IN ACTS……………..:I didn’t even know ther WAS a Holy Ghost!”
But be danged if I didn’t get Him. And He never left me.
I think  partially due to the dramatic infilling I received, the next
Sunday was Water Baptism.
And I was READY! There were quite a few of us that got ready that
Sunday morning, black and white together eager to get the old
woman/man buried, and it was a turning point in my life. See I had
things that if I was to live I needed them to be  put away or I’d
never survive. I went from  a girl who’d done unmentionable  things to
a new creation . See, Jesus had already recognized that, but for  me
going under the water well it  washed ME in my own eyes. That lost
party girl who’d done so many things I fear even now to tell you   I
‘d  had an abortion……….. MURDERED an innocent
child,…………..I was so old in sin before my years….and thank
you Jesus it changed my life.
Not immediately (which that  idea messes lots of folks up) but as
time went on I was cleansed  in my own eyes. And  what folks thought
of me really no longer mattered as the Lord took me and enfolded me in
his Loving arms and loved me even more if that is possible that is
what I felt.
I encourage you not to take it  as some “ticket to heaven” that  gives
you a  right not ever to attend church again but to really understand
what you are embarking upon..Water Baptism  started the renewal of my
mind……………so I encourage you to  see it for  the NEW BIRTH
that it is, and was, for me………it’s a new start…. a public
notice that you now belong to Jesus Christ, that YOU ARE NEW, REBORN
and also and most importantly I think , as a promise to yourself to
never ever forget what our Lord Jesus did for us.

It has been a lot of doubt  and tears revealing myself, but I pray it
will touch who it supposed to touch………..

We , here in Baja Mexico , love ya’ll so much. We appreciate your
faithfulness and look forward to news of your baptisms………….
Sister Detra and Pastor Frank

>
> Ro 6:4  therefore we have been buried with him through baptism into death,
> so that as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the father,
> so we too might walk in *newness of life.*
>
> Col 2:12  having been buried with him in baptism, in which you were also
> raised up with him *through faith in the working of god, who raised him
> from the dead.*
>
> 1Pe 3:21  corresponding to that, baptism now saves you–not the removal of
> dirt from the flesh, but an appeal to god for *a good conscience*–through
> the resurrection of Jesus Christ,

Memories of Church As a Child

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Today’s thoughts due to last weeks meeting-

 

When I was a small girl about 8 years old, actually in the beginning of my father’s perpetual LAST slide into alcohol and the delights of cocaine, my mother had a very large mole removed. At the time in my eyes it was a dire situation and my mother relished treating it as such.

Neighbor women arrived to sit watch, whatever that was.  From my perspective it was all about a period of time  when the neighbor/school ladies who you gossiped fiercely about at all other times were welcomed into your home with graciousness. Casseroles seemed to have a great deal to do with the whole ritual. Looking back on it, it was the closet thing to  a family reunion that I ever experienced. In general Cali’s don’t  sit watch and in all due cases rarely  give a rip about a mole removal or a death in the family, so it was actually a big deal.

So, for 3 days after the Great Mole Removal, our house was  a wonderland of gossip and casseroles.  I recall with trepidation- the Great Tinfoil Shortage……several large women I didn’t know  in a panic about how to cover and thus preserve arriving casseroles once Reynolds aluminum was wiped out. That was about as deep as it got, but there was one  wonderful thing that happened……

For the 3 days that women arrived to sit and guard food, it seemed to me, anyway, my father was  even more scarce than normal. See. Some of the neighbors, were what he called “church ladies” and he found it difficult to sneak round and drink incessantly while under  such a watch.  Mostly he was a beer man then , but was just acquiring  his scotch taste. He viewed the women as deacon harlots (hi s term) and remained in a constant fit of paranoia while they were in house. In fact fter the 1st 24 hours he spent most of his time after work in front of the TV tightly gripping a spiked Coca-Cola and shooting the evil eye at the helpful women.

As for me, I have awfully fond memories of it, truth be told! Our home never had such warmth and so damned much hot food. By that age  was accustomed to heated up a bagel for myself if I desired any breakfast. And packing the Barbie lunch box was always a solitary affair. To have these people doting on me and feeding me, well it made me feel all warm and fuzzy. They were the aunts, uncles, and grandparents I had left behind. For three days I was part of a family.

The local Methodist preacher,  Pastor Lester, even came and visited. I fondly remembered him as the guy who gave a rousing sermon at Easter, the one time my parents took me to a church. He was funny.

After the successful cosmetic procedure my mother was invited to that Church an dwe actually went  at least 3 times in a row. I had my name  on acute cutout at Sunday School and was learning some neato for the next few Sunday  when bamo-! Someone offended my mother.  Then Bro. Lester got run off for an indiscretion,which I never fully understood and the church split wide open.  My dad DELIGHTED in this and harped on it 24/7 until I suppose Mom just gave it up. The Bubble Bus still picked me up the next few Sundays but I found myself feeling unnerved at facing my inebriated father and I gave up too.

 

Still , those few Sundays when I was scrubbed and dressed and hauled off to “church” were probably the fondest memories I have of my folks marriage.

In the past couple of weeks I hve seen parents action s in the Church, their response to an offense real or imagined deeply hurt their children and their children’s friends. I am not judging but feel I should share the reminder to be careful about accepting “offenses” and jerking your fmily up to change churches-I beg you to be aware of how it might affect your child or family members…..It is harder to stay nd work things out where the Lord has set you that it is to up and leave in THE SHORT RUN. But I gurantee you that  cutting and running in a time of conflict in your church in the long run can destroy lives!

 

Love,

sd

It ‘s been unseeingly humid down here lately.

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It ‘s been unseeingly humid down here lately.  We even had a
thunderstorm, reminding me of Mississippi…………..the hot summer rains
that arrive  from a gunmetal sky and drench the red delta dirt  of my
childhood visits to “home”.   Those rains inevitably caused the old
white men in the Kroger’s to fret and grumble if the cotton had yet to
be picked up. But that’s another story.  For some reason I always
thought of Mississippi as home, even though at an early age I was
uprooted and transported to  California. In California, it seems that
no one has roots there, that everyone  originated from somewhere else.
I ‘ve never felt entirely comfortable calling it “home.” And so.
But here I am completing my 16th unlikely year in the unlikely
environs of  Baja California Mexico.
Who’d of ever thought I’d wind up  here…….and call it “home?”
Back to the weather, though.  It had me feeling a bit homesick and out
of sorts………………….but the clouds broke around  5:30 and the air  brought
the smell and chill of the ocean so close by. I  decided to say
“forget it, for now” and procrastinate on gathering  the receipts for
last month for which my crazy bi-polar accountant is hounding me
already, and to sit on the balcony with  little green coca-cola.
No sooner than I arranged myself on a lounge chair with my icy soda,
than I see puffs of dirt on the trail thru the weeds from the
cuarteria to the mission. Voices carry thru the now brisk air, and
little ones start appearing getting larger and larger as they
approach. Still most are only about 3 feet tall. It’s “toddler’s hour”
when the littleun’s come to get their 2 liters of water. At the end of
the line  is a bigger one though.
I cant tell who it is , just another brown round face in the setting
sun, but as the silhouette nears a bright white smile appears. Big
white teeth and dinner-plate eyes. It’s Aquilino.  I am trying to
figure why the big smile which is visible for some 400
yards…………….hmmmm.
As he gets below the balcony, I’m bursting with questions. (It’s been
a slow day at the mission, and I’m a Mexican neighbor now, and well,
we thrive on NEWS. Not CNN, or MSNBC, neither of which I get, but
neighborhood news. Who had a baby, why did the police come, who’s
arriving or leaving from or to Oaxaca……………….the lifeblood of a “slow”
day.
The news is actually minor so far.  But I feed him a sandwich as he
regales me with tales of someone’s grandmother and his cousin (both
the same person, go figure but everyone but me is related) and I
continue to ply him with chips and half my soda to get the real source
of the smile on his dirty little face.
See I ‘ve learned that here nothing is fast or easy, watches are
scorned and dates not really applicable unless you own money and even
then, well , it’s Mexico, right? So I am impatiently playing patient
pastora, because this guy is just grinning like a madman.
Finally, I can’t hold it.  “So Filli, (which is what everybody calls
Aquilino, only the Lord knows why, but no one in Mexico goes by their
birth name , but an “apodo” or nickname that has usually no bearing or
reason in it’s assignation). When I call him Filli, he gives me a sly
look. Like okay down to business.
“Hermana! They are back. THEY are back. The Ixpa’s. The funny people.”
And I am instantly hungry for details and so intrigued as he tells me
of two families who were moved OUT of the Camp to make way for these
curious Ixpa’s. They were here like 5 years ago. And Filli was totally
on love with the oldest Ixpa girl. Ayela.
The thing is tho that the Ixpa’s are not from Mexico. They are a part
of a Brazilian tribe, who somehow stole over Mexico’s Southern Border,
then got stuck in Puxtla, Oxa. Then got to know some triques and made
their way up here. Really rare and a bizarre group to the Mexican
Indians. An “exotic” people.
Filli and I bust open another Coke and reminisce to his 7th birthday
when this exotic  group arrived.   They are exotic, more so to me than
even the Zapotepos which rarely arrive from Guerrerro. They are so
otherworldly, like something from a National Geographic page as the
women go topless and bath in the open…………………….and the little boys wear
a little leather pouch around a strategic area, and even the big boys
revert to this on the days off. They will live in the Camp but apart
in their yurts, thee mud and stick huts that they are already
constructing…………(I sent Aquilino down with my camera tonight hopefully
he’ll have pics by manana. He ‘s on a secret  correspondent’s
mission.)
So I look forward to seeing if they will remember me, if they are the
same families who were here years ago and a million other  things.
There is a buzz of excitement as I now here other children telling
Frank downstairs that “they” are back.
I am blessed to live this excitement. But MOSTLY truly the blessing is
the smile on Filli’s face when he arrived. And the way he included ME
in the neighborhood excitement. Taunting me with his “knowledge” but I
m grateful that I have been accepted. Like the news arrived and it
needed to be delivered and though I am a foreigner, I am on the
“pipeline”.  A neighbor.  It is a privilege for which I thank  Jesus.
For me it is a big deal to feel a PART of the community, not a visitor
but a member.  It is the Gospel that has made us such for no other
glue exists between us but that we all BELIEVE in HIM.
Praise JESUS

You Are a Giver

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You Are a Giver
Luke 6:38 “give, and it will be given to you. they will pour into your lap a good measure—pressed down, shaken together, and running over. for by your standard of measure it will be measured to you in return.”
Jesus makes this statement of truth or reality. that if we give we will have it given to us. God made you to be a giver. Why did He do this . what is His purpose in creating you to be a giver?
You where formed or made a giver. You are one already. The challenge is are we functioning in what He created us to be.
Isa 44:24 thus says the LORD, your redeemer, and the one who formed you from the womb, “I, the LORD, am the maker of all things, stretching out the heavens by myself and spreading out the earth all alone, Jer 1:5 “before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.”
Realize this : You are already formed as such. You only require activation.
You know if you get a credit card. you are already approved for a line of credit. It is yours. But you have to call and active it n order to receive the benefit.

He made you a giver. How do I know this?
Ge 1:26 ¶ then god said, “let us make man in our image, according to our likeness;
God is a giver: Joh 3:16 “for god so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life.
Ro 4:17 (as it is written, “A FATHER OF MANY NATIONS HAVE I MADE YOU”) in the presence of him whom he believed, even god, who gives life to the dead and calls into being that which does not exist.
What he can do a does is to tempt you that this Word is not real. he seeksYou do not have to do anything to become what He has made you you do have to do something to activate yourself.

Jas 2:20 but are you willing to recognize, you foolish fellow, that faith without works is useless?
Jas 2:26 for just as the body without the spirit is dead, so also faith without works is dead.
Your faith in who he made you to be activates you. Faith involves both words and deeds to be real faith.

To activate yourself as a giver you must give. The result is thatas a active giver you will have given to you. Now the enemy can not and is powerless to stop this universal law of giving to discourage you into not activating this reality.


hab 2:10 “you have devised a shameful thing for your house by cutting off many peoples; so you are sinning against yourself.
11 “surely the stone will cry out from the wall, and the rafter will answer it from the framework.
12 “woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed and founds a town with violence!
13 “is it not indeed from the LORD of hosts that peoples toil for fire, and nations grow weary for nothing?

gal 6:6 the one who is taught the word is to share all good things with the one who teaches him.
7 do not be deceived, god is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, this he will also reap.
8 for the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the spirit will from the spirit reap eternal life.
9 let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.
10 so then, while we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, and especially to those who are of the household of the faith.

heb 12:3 for consider him who has endured such hostility by sinners against himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

I have observed that people who were once into giving soon cease in their giving and become cynical thus become inactive in their purpose in this life

The statment in Luke 6:38 about giving is preceded by Luke 6:20through verse 37. In our zeal to get people to give many time preachers fail to enlighten people of the whole scene. Jesus starts out revealing what we would call the negative circumstance of this anointing of giving.

Like 6:20 ¶ and turning his gaze toward his disciples, he began to say, “blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of god.
21 “blessed are you who hunger now, for you shall be satisfied. blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.
22 “blessed are you when men hate you, and ostracize you, and insult you, and scorn your name as evil, for the sake of the son of man.
23 “be glad in that day and leap for joy, for behold, your reward is great in heaven. for in the same way their fathers used to treat the prophets.
24 “but woe to you who are rich, for you are receiving your comfort in full.
25 “woe to you who are well-fed now, for you shall be hungry. woe to you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep.
26 “woe to you when all men speak well of you, for their fathers used to treat the false prophets in the same way.
27 ¶ “but I say to you who hear, love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,
28 bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.
29 “whoever hits you on the cheek, offer him the other also; and whoever takes away your coat, do not withhold your shirt from him either.
30 “give to everyone who asks of you, and whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back.
31 “treat others the same way you want them to treat you.
38 “give, and it will be given to you. they will pour into your lap a good measure—pressed down, shaken together, and running over. for by your standard of measure it will be measured to you in return.”

Givers start out poor, hungry, sad, hated and persecuted. In other words we start out inactive and in the natural incapable of giving and being what He created us to be.


His reply to this is Luke 6:30 “give to everyone who asks of you, and whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back.31 “treat others the same way you want them to treat you.

Then He instructs us in the attitude and actions to maintain in order to continue your ministry of giving.

Luke 6: 32 “if you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? for even sinners love those who love them.
33 “if you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? for even sinners do the same.
34 “if you lend to those from whom you expect to receive, what credit is that to you? even sinners lend to sinners in order to receive back the same amount.
35 “but love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return; and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the most high; for he himself is kind to ungrateful and evil men.
36 “be merciful, just as your father is merciful.
37 ¶ “do not judge, and you will not be judged; and do not condemn, and you will not be condemned; pardon, and you will be pardoned.

The Three challenges to activating and maintaining your purpose n giving are.

1. Realize you are a giver ( I ask you to say this out load right noe) I am a Giver God made me a giver. I am not going to be one I am a giver.
2. Realize and refuse to allow your present circumstances to stop you from doing what you are. you are a giver so act on it give. Find something you have no matter how small and find someplace to give it. Remember whatever you sow you wil reap. If you sow money ,money will be reaped if you sow time, time will be reaped. kindness, kindness will be reaped. I remember one story of a woman who knitted blankets and gave them away. The lady died poor but upon her dead it was discovered in her room in a closet an abundance of blankets that people had given her. she died rich in blankets but poor in money. If only she had understood the law of sowing she could have had abundance of money.
3. Realize that your biggest challenge is keeping your attitude regarding love and forgiveness right. People you give to will probably not be the ones who give back in fact they may appear ungrateful and even hurt you. Your reward comes from God not people.It come through people. People are the channel not the source. People are the channel of God’s blessing but also the channel of the enemies discouragement. People like yourself can yield both to the spirit of God and the spirit of the enemy. Whoever you submit your self to you become a servant to. I admonish you submit yourself to the spirit of Life and be blessed.

 

Baja Miracle

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Today, Marcial was bitten by a small rattler! (My understanding is that the smaller they are ,the more venom they have, and more powerful……I was outside when it happened. I watched him shake it twice, JUST LIKE PAUL IN THE BIBLE (acts)DID. It wouldn’t let loose. He and I started praying and he shook it off. It bit him on his second finger right hand. I laid hands on his hand and prayed. In the back of my mind was,” well in twenty minutes he should either feel it or be healed”……………………………..this was at 10:30am. At 12 noon I hollered out the mission house window and asked him how he felt.
His answer was “Stronger than ever Sister.”
He worked in the yard till 3pm and went home fine………………………………..
We had agreed before we prayed at how clear it was in the Word that we have power over these things in particular……………………and i know it to be true because I have been bitten by scorpions three times now with no ill effect. I don’t know why the wolf spider bite did what it did, maybe because I didn’t see that specifically in the Word and didn’t have the faith there…………….but today we saw a big miracle and it happened in front of about 20 children as well…………………….
Awesome testimony………..he saved its rattle as a testimony (I told him to chop it off and save it to REMEMBER what Yahweh did)……………………………it was so cool but shows how the enemy starts moving against whenever Yahweh’s Glory begins to manifest. But as you long ago said, the enemy is de-feeted. Not a foot to stand on……………..
Love-
Detra