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Joe’s Hot Donuts & Cold Storage

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Joe’s Hot Donuts & Cold Storage

Two of my Grandchildren, Huntley and Christyana Ballestero love to play a name game they made up. They use a name like Joe, and then try to think of two businesses that normally wouldn’t go together. Then they try to imagine what the sign over the business would read like. Their game would sound a little something like this, for example:

Joe’s Mortuary & CB Shop

Joe’s Auto Sales & Tanning Booths

Joe’s Diner & Wig Shop

Joe’s Barber Shop & Cafe

Joe’s Ice Cream Parlor & Bicycle Repair

Joe’s Bowling Alley & Bakery

Joe’s Transmission Repair & Pedicure

Joe’s Hot Donuts & Cold Storage

Joe’s Taxidermy & Petting Zoo

Joe’s Roofing & Marriage Counseling

Joe’s Day Care & Optometry

Joe’s Plumbing & Glass Repair

Joe’s Palm Reading & Pet Detective

Joe’s Service Station & Office Supplies

Joe’s Recording Studio & Crop Dusting

Joe’s Auto Parts & Dating Service

Joe’s Financial Advisory & Bait Shop

Joe’s Burglar Alarms & Hot Dog Stand

Joe’s Furniture Upholstery & Valet Parking Service

Joe’s Slaughter House & Florist

Joe’s Concrete Finishing & Dog Grooming

Joe’s Drywall & Tax Preparation

Joe’s Tires & TV Repair

Joe’s Driver’s Ed & Firecrackers

Joe’s Dentistry & Stump Grinding

Joe’s Bar-BQ & Shoe Repair

Joe’s Chimney Sweeping & Ski Instruction

Joe’s Well Digging & Private Investigations

Joe’s Demolition & Hearing Aids

Joe’s Lawn Care & Diaper Service

Joe’s Gun Repair & Wedding Announcements

Joe’s Photography & Radiator Repair

Joe’s Accounting & Dog Walking Service

Joe’s Tattoo Parlor & Divorce Mediation

Joe’s Auto Detailing & Tuxedo Rentals

Joe’s Laundry & Pest Control

Joe’s Blacksmithing & Banjo Repair

Joe’s Estate Planning & Fish Market

Joe’s Notary & Welding Shop

Joe’s Malt Shop & Fitness Center

Joe’s Carpet Laying & Web Hosting

Joe’s Painting & Paralegal Service

Joe’s Travel Agency & Bail Bonds

Joe’s Motel & Wig Shop

Joe’s Real Estate & Alterations

Joe’s Beauty Shop & Carburetor Repair

Joe’s Deli & Dog Kennel

Joe’s Graphic Design & Fresh Farm Eggs

Joe’s Grocery & Septic Service

Joe’s Pizza & Acupuncture

Joe’s Wedding Chapel & Wrecker Service

All of this may be kid’s stuff. However, a few of us adults may have chuckled in the process. Since our imaginations are working over time, imagine God looking at “Joe” the churchgoer.

The worst “Joe” joke of all would be, “Joe The Spirit Filled Christian” who doesn’t live that way at home.

Luke 6:43 For a good tree bringeth not forth corrupt fruit; neither doth a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.

That’s something no one would laugh at. Not even God.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

September 8, 2011 at 12:01 am

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Pushed Away

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Pushed Away

Our Boxer Pandy lay in the whelping box with her first litter of puppies. She had all eight of her newborn pups snuggled up to her as she washed them very carefully. The first-born one was also the biggest of the litter by far. What was more striking was the big pup’s coloring. It was a dark chocolate with flashy white markings. Very rare indeed!

L-R, Pandy, My Dad - Carl Ballestero, Shawn

My wife had stayed with Pandy for several hours, before and after the delivery, giving support when needed. It was past 1am when I joined them and was immediately excited about the chocolate colored Boxer pup.

For some reason unknown to either my wife or me, Pandy pushed the big chocolate male puppy away from her. We watched with mild alarm. It was Pandy’s first litter and we knew she didn’t have any mothering skills. She had never been a mother before.

My wife picked the puppy up and placed it back in position to nurse. Pandy allowed it to nurse for a few moments, then pushed it away again. This time the little guy rolled over on his back and we had turn him over on his feet.

After the third time of pushing the puppy away and not letting it nurse, my wife gave me instructions to go to the only 24 hour drug store in our area. I bought a baby bottle with several types of extra nipples and some baby formula.

The nipples were quickly trimmed back to allow for fast consumption of the formula. Every few hours for weeks, day and night, my precious wife would hand-feed the puppy. Pandy still would not allow it to come near her and nurse. We were both disappointed in the mother dog’s lack of nurturing skills.

The puppies were all taken to see the vet to get their check-up and shots. The Vet examined them all and bragged on their health, the markings on their coats and their progress. He saved the big chocolate one for last. He had much praise for it’s markings and coloration too.

After he examined the big pup for a moment or too, he froze. He checked it’s vitals, looked in it’s mouth and then shook his head.

“Mrs. Ballestero, I am afraid I am going to have to put this one down. I can’t allow it to live.”

My wife burst into tears. This was our pick of the litter. This was the one we wanted to keep for our own. This one was special. It was rare. Yet, the Vet wanted to put the little dog down.

My wife had become very emotionally attached to this little guy and the Vet’s explanation sounded so far away.

“He has a cleft palate and will never be able to drink water or eat. That is why Pandy pushed him away. She could tell something was not right about him. That’s why you had to bottle-feed him yourself. She knew something that you didn’t know.

He also has water on the brain. That is why he rolls over easily and you have to keep turning him over. He has no balance. This puppy doesn’t have a chance.

Knowing the doctor was right she gave her permission, but she couldn’t stop her sobbing. Her heart was in love with the little chocolate Boxer puppy. It was a horrible day of grief in our home. We grieved, and our five children did as well.

This then brings be to a most difficult passage in the Holy Scripture. It is one that I am not sure I can properly and fully explain to everyone’s satisfaction.

King Saul was no longer humble and little in his own eyes. He now had become reckless and disobedient concerning the things of the Lord. Even after God had sent the prophet Samuel and advised him, Saul still disobeyed.

Samuel was very worried about King Saul. He worried about him enough to cry for him. As a matter of fact, he wept all night long for Saul.

1 Samuel 15:10-11 Then came the word of the LORD unto Samuel, saying, It repenteth me that I have set up Saul to be king: for he is turned back from following me, and hath not performed my commandments. And it grieved Samuel; and he cried unto the LORD all night.

Then God stepped in and stopped Samuel from praying anymore. God pushed Saul away like Pandy pushed away her pup.

1 Samuel 16:1 And the LORD said unto Samuel, How long wilt thou mourn for Saul, seeing I have rejected him from reigning over Israel? fill thine horn with oil, and go, I will send thee to Jesse the Bethlehemite: for I have provided me a king among his sons.

Our humanity keeps trying to save everyone we can. We do not want to lose them. We love them. We pray for them. We beg them to come back to church and get right with God.

We can only look on the outside. That’s the only part we can see. We may very well like what we see. But God looks on the inside as well as the outside. What if God doesn’t like what He sees on the inside? What if God knows something about them that we don’t know.

As a preacher I feel uncomfortable saying that God gets weary dealing with some people, even though I know it’s sobering and true.

My advice?

Please, Don’t Ever Live The Kind Of Life That Would Cause God To Push You Away.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

September 7, 2011 at 12:12 am

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The Language Of Holiness

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 The Language Of Holiness

The Encyclopedia Britannica estimates that about 5,000 languages are spoken in the world.

We sometimes hear the use of terms like

  • The language of Mathematics,
  • The language of Flowers,
  • The language of Medicine,
  • The language of Art,
  • The language of Emotions,
  • Sign Language,
  • Computer Languages,

Throughout the ages God has only had one Language.  It is a language that He and His people always understand. The Language of Holiness.

We Are Identified By Our Speech.

Peter Was Identified By His Speech:

  • Mat 26:73  And after a while came unto him they that stood by, and said to Peter, Surely thou also art one of them; for thy speech bewrayeth thee.

Shibboleth:

  • Judg 12:5 And the Gileadites took the passages of Jordan before the Ephraimites: and it was so that when those Ephraimites which were escaped said, Let me go over; that the men of Gilead said unto him, Art thou an Ephraimite? If he said, Nay;
  • (v.6)  Then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth: and he said Sibboleth: for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Jordan: and there fell at that time of the Ephraimites forty and two thousand.

Most of us are even able to pinpoint regions of the country someone is from by their speech.

If Holiness Is a Language, What Does It Say?

1.  Holiness Says: “I Know Jesus”.

  • There is no need to learn the Language if there is no one to talk to.  Holiness talks to God, and He is a Holy God.
  • God said “Be ye holy even as I am Holy”
  • If you claim to know Jesus and you have a problem speaking Holiness, I fear you are fooling yourself about KNOWING Jesus.

2.  Holiness Says:  “I Hate The World”

My Generation looked with great suspicion upon those that learned Russian, or even wanted to learn the Russian Language.  Why?  Because Russia was the enemy.

That’s why Pastors and Parents have a hissy fit when folks act like the want to learn to speak the Language of Carnality. Carnality is the enemy of your soul.

When you speak Holiness, you are saying to yourself, to God and to others that you hate the World. We are admonished to “Love not the World.”

Why would you want to speak the Language of Worldliness or Carnality around God?

  • God’s not listening.
  • The Only ones that are listening to the language of Carnality are the Devil and the Worldly.
  • California and other states want to make it a law that English is the primary Language.
  • Lets make it a law that Holiness is the Primary Language.
  • If you Understand the language of Holiness, you are a part of God’s family,
  • If you Don’t Understand the language of Holiness, you are not of His family.
  • Is Holiness a Foreign Language to you? Or is it your Native Tongue?
  • What Does Carnality Say?
  • What does it Sound like to you?
  • Can you Recognize it when you Hear it?
  • What Does Ornamentation Say?
  • Are you trying to learn that Language?
  • How come when Immodesty speaks, There are some in the church that try to Learn that Language.

3.  Holiness Says:  “I Am Not My Own, I Am His”.

  • I am a part of His Culture and I wear what pleases Him.
  • I Speak Holiness, It is the Language of Submission to His Will.  For Obedience is better than Sacrifice
  • Holiness is the Unspoken Language that never stops talking!!

God is the one that Understands this Language.

You can Never speak the Language of Holiness Until you have received the HOLY Ghost. And you cannot receive the HOLY Ghost until you Repent of your sins.

You must repent, be baptized in Jesus Name and be filled with the Holy Ghost, speaking with other tongues as the Spirit gives utterance.

Do You Speak The Language of Holiness, or is it still a foreign language to you?

Is Holiness your first language or when you try to speak it, do you still sound like a foreigner after all being in church for years?

If we really want to communicate with Him, I submit that it is important to speak to Him in His language… the Language of Holiness. That’s the language He understands. You you are the Lord on talking terms?

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September 6, 2011 at 12:04 am

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What Were We Thinking Back Then?

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What Were We Thinking Back Then?

Remember when Pentecostal young people would ask their pastor for a letter for Gym Class? They wanted to be excused from wearing shorts and T-shirts?

Then the pastor would write a letter to the school explaining why we as Holy Ghost filled Pentecostals stand against the wearing of immodest apparel. In closing, he would ask for the student to be excused from ‘dressing-out’.

Now, we don’t need letters from our pastor asking to be excused from those gym class requirements anymore. What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal young people would not even think of dating someone that wasn’t in church? What were we thinking back then?

Remember the day when Pentecostal young people thought it was wrong to have a tattoo and actually looked down on those that had one? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal people actually tried to win the lost without dressing like those they were trying to win? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal young people actually asked to be excused from dance classes at school? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when going to the movies was a sign of being backslidden if you were Pentecostal? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal women would never think of cutting their hair, much less going to the beauty parlor? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal young people were expected to grow up in church and be virgins when they got married? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals thought homosexuality was wrong? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when pastors across town actually required a letter of transfer for a move in and also made a phone call to the other pastor? What were they thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal girls and ladies had to wear dresses that came below the knee, sitting or standing? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals actually wore their best clothes and dressed up for church? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when there were curfews for teenagers and premarital sex was a no-no? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal women actually had to wear dresses and wearing pants was a sin? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when people spent their whole life attending the same church? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals thought it was wrong to go to a public beach and wear a bathing suit? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal preachers used phrases like, “Its still holiness or hell”? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal preachers actually set sinning church members down from the platform and out of the choir? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when you could go to the mall and actually pick out those that were Pentecostal just by the way they dressed? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when there was actually some loud noise in the prayer rooms before church? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when we used to sing them old fuddy-duddy songs out of the book and people cried and shouted and some even prayed though during the singing? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when saints didn’t question every thing their pastor preached? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal young men looked like men? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when if you cut your hair and wore make-up you were considered backslidden? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when people took their jewelry off while they were repenting at the altar? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal churches had ‘standards”? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal women wore less jewelry than women in the world? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when tithing was a Pentecostal requirement? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal women didn’t show cleavage and their clothes weren’t form fitting? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when a Pentecostal revival lasted more than 3 nights? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when a good Pentecostal church service didn’t let out till late and revival services went till midnight sometimes? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal young people asked their pastor’s advice before getting serious about a boyfriend or girlfriend? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal saints would call and let their pastor know that they would have to miss a church service and they wanted him to know and to pray for them? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when the preaching, and not the worship, was the most important part of a Pentecostal church service? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals actually preached against drinking an alcoholic beverage of any kind?  What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals actually looked down on professional sports or even participating in organized sports? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals had saints meetings? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal churches had foot washing and communion services?  What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal churches had testimony services? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when we used to hearing preaching about Jesus coming again? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when a Pentecostal preacher that preached holiness, was respected? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal preachers didn’t get their sermons on-line? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal folks wouldn’t take a job if it caused them to miss church? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals took vacations and still went to church at least on Sunday? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostal backsliders were ashamed and didn’t try to justify themselves? What were they thinking back then?

Remember when we had consecration services? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals thought there were some things that were wrong and didn’t do them? What were we thinking back then?

Remember when Pentecostals actually preached the importance of Acts 2:38. When they use to say everyone needed to repent and be baptized in Jesus Name for the remission of sins and be filled with the Holy Ghost speaking with other tongues? What were we thinking back then?

We were thinking right!

 

 

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September 4, 2011 at 12:19 am

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He Asked Me If I Wanted To Watch Him Choose A City To Go Start A Church.

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I received the Holy Ghost in Bro. Leaman Reynold’s church in National City, CA in September 1958. In his lifetime, he started 9 churches in the United States and also pioneered the work in American Samoa. He was a missionary there for many years.

When I pastored in South Bend, I had him come by and preach for me. One afternoon he called me into the dining room where he was sitting with a map of California spread out on the table. California was where he had started all his other American churches and where he wanted to start another church.

He said, “Brother Marty, many of my friends say the Lord laid a certain town or place on their heart, or that God called them to a city. I think that’s wonderful and I won’t disagree with that. But the Bible does say that we are to go into all the world and preach the Gospel. I like California I’m a California boy at heart and I feel that it’s in God’s will for me to start a church there somewhere.

“Now, he said, the Gospel is God’s Business, and we are not to be slothful or haphazard in business, especially the King’s Business. So for me, I choose a city like I was going into that town to set up a business.”

On the table were packets of demographics from 6 different Chambers of Commerce. A map of California, A UPC directory and his Bible.

He asked me if I would like to watch him choose a city to go start a church. I pulled up a chair.

“If I am going to start a church in California, I need a good base to draw from, so I have found 6 cities in California that, to my knowledge have no Jesus Name Apostolic church of any kind and are over 100,000 in population. I wrote to the Chamber of Commerce in each of these towns requesting the demographics of their cities. Here are the packets. I have not opened them yet. He then bowed his head for a moment, laid his hand on the Bible and prayed a silent prayer.

Picking up the 1st packet he opened it and read. “No, this is a retirement community. The average age is very high. You have to have jobs and youth,” he said.

The 2nd one he disqualified because it mainly had service industry type jobs, and no factories.

The 3rd was a college town whose reputation turned him off.

The 4th was a military town and the population was always fluctuating. No stable base to build on.

The 5th town had a high median income, and average age of 32, 2.2 children per household, and lots of factories and industry.

“Here we go he said, I think this is it…. but let me check the last one.”

He checked the last packet, put it down saying it was a “bedroom community” and picked the 5th one back up. He got out his pen and drew a circle around Hayward, CA.

Sister Reynolds walked into the room and he said, “Here is where we are going to start our new church. We’re going to Hayward, CA.”

They went to Hayward, Started what turned out to be his last church. The congregation grew to a good size in a few years. He died while there.

I never forgot how effective his method was. Nor have I forgotten the command to “GO into ALL the world and preach the Gospel.” And… that it is God’s will to GO everywhere.


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September 3, 2011 at 12:23 am

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The Little Town They Call “Peace”

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The Little Town They Call “Peace”

The traveler was tired. He limped a bit, favoring his right side because of the hole in his shoe sole. His worn clothes gave proof that his journey had been long and filled with much hardship. Exposure to the elements had darkened and weathered his skin. His eyes squinted in the afternoon sun.

The barefooted farmer stopped weeding his front yard and leaned on the handle of his hoe for a moment. He watched the man walking down the dirt road while he caught his breath. The traveler stopped and turned to face him.

With a warm smile he said, “Howdy.”

The farmer returned his greeting.

“Pardon me sir,” he said, “which way do I go through those mountains yonder, to get to the little town they call Peace?”

The farmer smiled back and turned thoughtfully toward the distant mountains. The big valley before them stretched for several miles.

“Well sir,” the farmer began, “since ya asked me about Peace, I reckon you already know it ain’t the easiest place for some folk to git to. But those that have a hankerin’ to find it, always seem to find it.”

“Yes sir. I’ve lived for years back yonder in a place called Turmoil. I was born there on Division Street, right beside Rumor Alley.

“Nothing but stormy weather there almost year ‘round. I just couldn’t stay another day.

“When I heard someone talk about this place they call Peace, I sold out and headed in this direction.”

“I see,” the farmer said as he walked closer to the traveler. Stooping down, he picked up a small stick, knelt on one knee and began to draw a map of sorts in the dirt. As he drew, he began to talk.

“You can’t get there without going through The Blood,” he explained while drawing with his stick. When you get through there,” he said making an “X”, “here is where you’ll come to Obedience Road. That is the main road and it is well-marked. There are some signs that have been posted along the way to help folk.

“Then you’ll come to Submission Mountain before long. Watch for the sign. It’ll take you on up through Patience Pass. You can’t miss it.

“Keep following that trail. It will lead you through the summit of Forgiveness. It’s a gentle town with good people in it.

“You ain’t got far to go now. Just past there a ways, a beautiful valley opens up. That’s where the town of Peace is. Right in the middle.”

The farmer drew another “X” in the dirt and then threw the stick away as he stood to his feet.

“Well, iffin it was me,” he said, “once I got there, I’d build me a house and never leave.”

“Thank you kindly sir,” the traveler said as they shook hands, “I don’t aim too.”

 

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September 1, 2011 at 12:04 am

He Prayed For The Big Church Across Town

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Pastor Miller hung the phone up and slumped into the chair. This was unbelievable! It was sickening. He sensed the pending devastation.

The voice mail on his cell phone announced that a 3rd couple in two months wanted to move their membership across town to the big church.

Only a handful of families were left here now. Would the nightmare ever stop? It was like a hemorrhage that was unending. The families that had left weren’t content to just go, they pulled on the remaining ones with reports of how wonderful things were at the new church. Their family and friends wavered in their loyalties. Who knew where it would stop. His church wasn’t growing. It was shrinking and he couldn’t stop the process.

No letter of transfer was ever asked for, and the other pastor had never called when someone moved in. He didn’t want to accuse the pastor across town of trying to proselyte, but the members there didn’t hesitate to do it for him.

The big church had quite a few people with money. They could afford to hire a full-time music director. They had also imported a youth pastor that was given full reign and a handsome expense account to attract and entertain young people. He did his job well, evidently. He personally encouraged all the young people in town to be a part of his youth group.

The bigger church had concerts, dramas, guitar driven worship, newer songs, fog machines, strobe lights, multimedia presentations, Power Points and many well-known guest speakers. A Starbucks type coffee shop was just down the hall from the entrance. The aroma always drew a crowd. Their church always had something going on there.

It was impossible for the pastor Miller’s small church to compete with the big boys. He had neither the resources nor the staff. He worked a secular job just to keep the wolf away from the door.

He had nearly broken his health trying to dig a church out of nothing. He had been ethical to a fault. He had never taken anyone from another church.

He personally had won most of the people in his church. He had taught almost every one there a Home Bible Study. He had prayed them through. He had baptized them. So this is the thanks he gets? How does he stop the migration? He didn’t want to feel jealous or harbor bad thoughts, but it still didn’t feel good. His wife was devastated. Now, there was little chance the church would be self-supporting anytime soon.

He knew the Pentecostals in town considered him “old school”.  He still had testimony service. His church even sang out of the songbook. They sang many choruses were those sung by previous generations.

A piano and a box guitar provided the music. They used to have a drummer, but he had moved across town to the big church.

Bro. Miller had never been invited to preach a special meeting in his life. He knew he never would be asked.

Two special needs adults in his church always caused distractions to visitors. One often spoke out loud at the wrong time and had to be treated like a child.

The $41.43 in the Sunday night offering last week didn’t pay much on the utilities or church payment. His people were poor. He had to help most of them survive. He had paid utilities for many of his people, helped a few times with their house payments. He’d even co-signed for a car, once or twice.

The girls in the big church called the young girls in his church ‘grandmas’. Their modest apparel was scorned as unnecessary. At the big church, not much was said about standards evidently. (That was an unkind thought he knew, but he’s not been impressed by what he’d seen in the mall.)

There was no one for pastor Miller to complain to, confide in or cry with. He privately wished that the Prophet Nathan would go across town and preach the story of the ‘one ewe lamb’ again. It seemed fitting.

When he heard reports about ‘revival’ and church growth across town, he knew where some of the growth had come from.

Life didn’t seem fair. He made up his mind that he would paste a smile on his face, keep doing his best to have good church, preach like there was a house full, not talk about those that left, and encourage the rest.

God would sort it all out some how. He was trying to help build God’s Kingdom, not his own. He would not allow a war to go on. He didn’t know what to do.

So Pastor Miller took advantage of his off-night and went to his church by himself. He went up to the altar in the empty sanctuary and knelt down to pray.

He only prayed for one thing. He prayed for the church across town. He prayed that God would give them a great harvest of souls. He prayed that God would abundantly bless them. He prayed for the Pastor, for their leaders, and for the members. He prayed for their finances and for their outreach efforts.

He prayed for them, like he wished someone, somewhere would pray for him. He prayed for the big church across town, like he wished someone would pray for the church he pastored.

 

 

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August 31, 2011 at 12:01 am

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Living On The Edge

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Living On The Edge

“Come over here son, I want to have a talk with you about the facts of life. No, I don’t mean like the talk we had when you were growing up. I want to talk to you about the facts of life for folks of all ages.

The old man continued, “I know that there is an adventuresome spirit in you. I love that, and never want to see it die. I know that your generation uses terms like, ‘Living on the edge.’ That’s what I want to talk to you about.

Living On The Edge – In Sports!

“In sports you’ve never found your limit. In life, you’ve pushed all the barriers. You’ve lived on the edge, whether it’s been mountain climbing, motorcycles, skiing, snowboarding or whatever.

“As your father, I can understand your curiosity to push your personal limits. I fear for you, but I know where you got your love for excitement.

“What scares me more than worrying about you getting a broken arm or a skinned up leg is living on the edge spiritually. You are not doing it, and for that I am most grateful. I just wanted you to see a couple of pictures that shows what happens when people live on the edge spiritually. They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

Living On The Edge – Spiritually!

My Father taught me that there were two things that could destroy my walk with God; Worldliness and Fanaticism.

I always want you to remember that the Bible said our adversary, the devil, goes about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. With that in mind son, have a look at these pictures and see what happens to those that live on the edge spiritually.

“In the end, it really won’t matter which one destroys you, Worldliness or Fanaticism. You’ll be dead either way.

Worldliness & Fanaticism

The closer to the edge you get, the more vulnerable you are.

The enemy singles out the young, the old, and the straggler.

This is the danger of living on the edge.

“Do you see this picture? The ones on the edge are the ones the lions kill. Those that are not close to the edge of the herd are the safest. Understand?

“Good. What I’m saying son, is that when it comes to living for God, get in the middle of things. Don’t hang around on the edge of the church.

“I love you son! I want you to always keep your soul safe.”

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August 30, 2011 at 12:19 am

He Threw His Miracle Away

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He Threw His Miracle Away

The Texas Evangelist forgot to bring his Bible to the Revival. He’d been at our church for two weeks already.  Every night, he’d have someone read his scripture for him. Some nights, he would have someone read a scripture of his or her choice and then he would preach a masterful message from that verse. His ability was unbelievable.

His singing was amazing. The people loved him. I sat on the front row and watched as he played my old Gibson J-45 box guitar. (We all knew he was a good singer because he had even ‘cut’ a record.)

He also had an incredible ministry of faith and a likeable personality. The church had not seen someone used in the ‘gifts’ like him before. Every night their faith was built up a little higher. Some of the saints testified of healings and blessings that had come their way during the revival.

After singing a few songs, one night, The Evangelist felt led to pray for the sick. The line formed and it was not short. Almost everyone could think of something they’d like prayer for, so they stood in line.

After 20 minutes or more, he raised his hands to stop the music and the praying. He got the microphone and said, ’How many here have never seen a miracle?”

Six men raised their hands. He said to them, “I want you to come up here by me. You are going to see a miracle tonight.”

He then bent over and asked the man he was getting ready to pray for, what his name was. When he found out, he continued talking in the microphone.

“Brother Marshall told me that he is a welder by trade. He said that several years ago, he was involved in a work related accident. A hot rivet fell out of a beam into his ear and it burnt out and destroyed his eardrum. The Doctors say it’s irreparable.

“Now, if God does not heal Brother Marshall completely tonight and restore his eardrum and his hearing, I will close my Bible and never preach another sermon.”

The saints and Pastor marveled at his faith and bold statements. Some cast furtive glances toward the Pastor in hopes of seeing his reaction. There was none.

“I want you six brethren to gather around Bro. Marshall.”

One at a time he had them place their hands on the man’s head, covering his ears. Finally all six pairs of hands covered Bro. Marshall’s ears.

The Evangelist prayed a prayer that didn’t seem to last 20 seconds.

With the hands still covering the ears, the Evangelist walked behind Bro. Marshall and stood about six feet away. He then turned his back to him and said in conversational tones, “Can you hear me now?”

“Yes,” was the reply.

He walked another 10 feet away and repeated the question and got the same answer.

The people rejoiced and faith was high.

The next day, Bro. Marshall went to see his Doctor. That night he came back to church with the Doctor’s report. The Doctor could find no evidence of an injury or scaring. He had a perfectly functioning eardrum.

There wasn’t any preaching that night as the saints rejoiced and many came forward to be prayed for. All of us were saddened when the Evangelist had to go to his next revival.

Less than a year later Brother Marshall had some problems that caused him to start missing church. After a month or so of hit and miss, he let it be known that he wasn’t going back to church anymore.

Almost immediately, he lost his hearing and never got it back. A hearing aid was of no help. He lived many more years and died in that condition.

He threw his miracle away!

(This sad story is true. The name has been changed.)

Written by Martyn Ballestero

August 29, 2011 at 12:06 am

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Wuz Ya Skeered?

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Wuz Ya Skeered?

Most of us have enjoyed laughing at someone’s harmless fright. We especially enjoy their body language and their reactionary comments. Afterward, someone will ask the obvious question. “Wuz ya skeered?”

Most of us have been scared at some point. Scared by different things maybe, but scared nevertheless.

I Know What It Is Like To Be Scared!

Several of my young children have made uncounted efforts trying to scare me. They’ve tried everything from jumping out at me as I came around a corner in the house, to hiding in dark places waiting for me. So far they’ve always been disappointed in my lack of reaction. It disappoints them that I am not jumpy or easy to scare.

Just because I didn’t react to their attempts, doesn’t mean I’m a tough guy who has never been scared. Oh no. I really have been scared before.

As a 19-year-old evangelist, I found myself over 1,000 miles from home. I only had $1.50 in my pocket, and no place to go. I didn’t know where I where I was going to sleep that night, or where my next meal was coming from. I was scared.

A bear once swatted me from behind. It was Grizzly sow with two cubs. She knocked me airborne for over 10 feet.  I was camping in the Teton Mountains. (She killed a man four hours later just a half mile away.) I make no bones about it. I was scared.

I have been snake bitten by a Cotton Mouth, a Water Moccasin, and a Copperhead. I once shot the head off of a Diamondback Rattler in the Mountains that was coiled 10 inches away from my ankle and ready to strike. I was scared.

I once stood in the Pediatric ICU Unit beside an incubator and held my newborn granddaughter in my arms and desperately prayed for a miracle. I was scared.

I hydroplaned in a VW late one rainy night in 1965. I went off the highway, hit a mailbox, and rolled the car three times. I crossed the grassy median and wound up on the other side of the four lane. I had landed upside down in the ditch facing the other direction. The driver’s door was jammed as a result. Gas was pouring everywhere. My 16-year-old younger sister broke both of her collarbones in the process. We couldn’t get out. I was scared.

A man kicked my kitchen door in late one night threatening to kill my wife, my children and myself. I held him until the police arrived. I was scared.

I once saw my 24ft travel trailer come along side car and try to pass me on Texas two lane road that was covered with black ice. My wife and baby son were in the car. I was scared.

I have had medical conditions that brought fear to me. I was scared.

I have seen some of those that I dearly love have spiritual struggles in their youth. I was scared.

I have sat in Emergency Rooms with my bleeding children. They had gashes and broken bones. Most of my children have had medical needs and procedures over the years that really made me pray. I’ve been scared.

I almost lost my precious wife after a kidney stone removal surgery last year. As they pulled the tube out of her throat after surgery, her gag reflex responded and she asphyxiated. Her lungs immediately filled with fluid. It took over five hours before they could stabilize her enough to bring her into the ICU Unit. After several days and a big miracle we got to go home. I was scared.

I suppose that all of my gentle readers could write volumes too about life moments that scared them.

 

The Bible Goes To Great Lengths Encouraging Us To:

  • Fear not
  • Be not afraid

We are told that God has not given us the spirit of fear.

These are beautiful, needed and timely words for us all. But there is one verse of scripture that tells us when to really be afraid.

All of our natural fears pale in comparison to this one!

It’s The Only Time The Word Of God Warns Us To Really Be Afraid.

Rom. 13:1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.

Rom. 13:2 Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God: and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation.

Rom. 13:3 For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to the evil. Wilt thou then not be afraid of the power? do that which is good, and thou shalt have praise of the same:

 

Rom. 13:4 For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain: for he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil.

 

Rom. 13:5 Wherefore ye must needs be subject, not only for wrath, but also for conscience sake.

Rom. 13:6 For for this cause pay ye tribute also: for they are God’s ministers, attending continually upon this very thing.

Rom. 13:7 Render therefore to all their dues: tribute to whom tribute is due; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear; honour to whom honour.

 

Paul warned the church at Rome not to play with sin. He said if they wanted to be saved and do right, the preacher was their best friend.

But if they persisted in doing evil, then they needed to realize their pastor wasn’t some unimportant hireling whose warning could be ignored or overlooked.

Paul said, “But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid.”

Everyone that choses to live their life doing that which is evil in the eyes of God, you need to pay attention here. Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.

I am sad to say, this generation seems to have lost its fear of God!

Written by Martyn Ballestero

August 27, 2011 at 12:42 am

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