Blessings abound to you chief..and to all
One place where you have erred... through the use of the word..anything..it being one of those words like always and never..that if used wrongly throws the whole argument out the window..causing folks to reject the validity of all your previous statements regardless of the truth which they contain..Having spotted this..God cannot do anything without us..I thought to warn to to retract that statement lest the value of all else you say be lost on those you are meant to reach in sharing.
I have heard the Lord say to me that He desires to move through the hand of man...that it was one of His most favorite ways to move..because it is proof that we are filled with the Spirit of God..when we are able to perform miracles or the laying on of hands in healing..or even to heal from a distance with no physical contact..to operate in the gifts of the spirit,word of wisdom and knowledge to better reach the heart of a lost soul..to even prophesy and later have the word come to pass long after you have passed through their life..it is God's perfect will to give us the keys of the kingdom..and to those believe for them are trained in how to use them for God's glory..but it always God who is doing the work..howbeit through us..just try and do it yourself and see what happens..nothing.
I have seen God do mighty things..through His Heavenly host and simply because He is the Creator..needing no help from man. We are honored in that Christ has made us worthy to be partakers of God's marvelous works..and unless we maintain humility ..the priviledge of serving our fellow man in this capacity becomes tainted and eventually will cause more harm than good..again it is Christ in us that The Father is honoring by choosing to move through our lives and to cause others to see the light of God made manifest.And then there becomes the concern as to what we are to share and what we are to keep to ourselves
Let me share something from a recent journey to the east coast..2006..which included approx.2 mos.in New York City. To set the stage picture that you have been asked to go into the women's shelters to minister to the needs of the women in crises there..which would then in turn provide shelter for yourself from the biting cold so that you could also walk about the city and pray during the day when most of the women were attending classes or workshops or going to their jobs..also your meals would be provided..upon entering the shelter system you are placed in Queens..where you quickly become friends with a handful of women in deep crisis..one takes you to her barrio..introducing you to her gang,her children and many of their friends...listening to her story..being Jesus' ears for her,you are able to discover the purpose for your entry into her life..the main trial facing this woman..one that should she be able to hear and recieve it the word of God..you could divert the vengeful retaliation being planned..being pressed upon her and her gang by the powers of darkness.While she is vulnerable and humbled having lost her home, her children old enough to have been scattered to friends or relatives nearby..but she is still the 'little mommie' of a large group of teens and young men who adore and respect her,obey her ..the challenge becomes to lead her gently and firmly to examine her own faith and to impress upon her the will of God..as known through the Word..and adjure her, compell her to obey..without offending her pride. In this case forgiveness won..she was made to see how she would either lead the children into darkness and destroy their future hope by causing them to join her in her quest for deadly payback vs she could become a true leader in providing them with the example that was so desperately needed. The undiluted power of the truth oftimes requires a spokesperson to remind and encourage men of what they already know when they have begun to fall prey to deep darkness..wounded and angry people do not make good decisions..I felt honored to assist her in coming to the decison to give up her vengeful plans.It is my sincerest hope that she was able to resit the temptation should it return again.
A group of women came into the first shelter from a neighboring church to do bible study with the ladies..I attended..being a hidden servant has it's down side in maintaining patience with folks who can't think outside the box.
"I see greatness upon you! God's greatness!" cried the 'prophetess' of the group.."Why are you in here" as though I was out of God's perfect will by being in the shelter with all the 'lowlifes'..her condescension was unmistakable as she went on puzzled..the women who had ben recieving long hours of undivided attention from me,learning more about the kingdom in those hours than ever before in their lives..as testified to.. crinkled their noses and foreheads, glancing at me smiling when they saw I was amused,shaking their heads wonderingly at the speaker.."This is where God sent me to serve right now,be careful not to judge from outward appearance sister..there is nothing shameful about being in a shelter..for many of these women this is the greatest thing that ever happened to them to have been brought here..it is the beginning of a whole new life" But she came back to it again..not hearing me. Later when I got up following the study..her voice trailing after me.."I see greatness all over you" why was I in a place like this?..and although I could have rushed to pull out my ordination papers or go into a lengthy explanation regarding my spiritual resume..instead I preferred to be named among those she ministered to but had contempt for.looked down on..those whom she had wounded with her insensitivity,her attitude of superiority. One evening walk caused me to cross paths with the areas top bad guys and their underlings all dressed to the nines..terrifying crew of gangsters...I turned on my heel walking backwards keeping them in my sights as I prayed for their their salvation and God to bring them down. they stared ominously back but I felt no fear. Soon after came the longerterm placement transfer to Manhattan. I had not been shown as yet how long I was to stay in New York.
Hopefully I have not been boring you and still have your attention..I tend to lose folks who are not partial to long posts..or a story that do not involve themselves. I've never been one for fast foods.I believe our nation is suffering from mass ADD( Attention Deficit Disorder)grin. I am taking you on a walk down memory lane...I would have you to experience this vicariously.I heard told from many a witness that God imparts to the listener who recieves from my testimony, similar experience/ability saavy whatever is needed to get the job done..perhaps it is boldness and faith in action. So bear with me..you will recognise the point that relates to your post when I get to it..How others see us..God in us through Christ dwelling in us making us one with Christ in God..as He promised and prayed JN chapter 17.I would encourage you in the direction you are being led to go in your thinking...but would also reveal what you need to watch out for as you are approaching a slipperyslope..which requires sure footing.
Once I became settled in my new 'home',was given the rules and had established my presence in the shelter among the women and staff and had become familiar with the layout of the area..I began going on prayer walks. Remembering how the women at the bible study had proudly announced that they had been 'invited' to go to a large prestigious prayer session at the United Nations building site..and I had thought that would be a good place to pray while I'm here..I hadn't been inside that building since I was 14yrs.old...I was feeling especially drawn to spend the day doing just that..invited even..and it was now only a few blocks away.how convienient. I'd been walking back and forth the length of the property looking at the flags,focusing in on each one as I as they passed by..stopping sometimes as the prayers became more urgent to wonder what country was this? which one was that?
I became engaged in friendly conversation on my way back down the wide sidewalk near the gate, with an earthly ambassador..in appointed leadership there.. whom I nicknamed 'Commissioner Gordon' We were standing beside a flag which I had sensed a most troubled 'vibe'. He said it was Iran when I wondered aloud about it. We spoke for sometime and I not wanting to keep him as he must be busy gave him opportunity to depart politely.However I was engaging his heart and mind with what I shared concerning the kingdom of God,my relationship to Christ,as well as a few excerpts from my life that dovetailed with people he knew and worked with.He said He was lunching with Bill Clinton later that week and I spoke of a letter I was writing to the Clinton's,explaining how they knew me..the role I'd been called to play in helping to divert..call a halt to..the war on Iraq in the fall of 1997 after it had already commenced...and once I started rolling in thisdirection of speaking of what I knew about the reality of my litle known role in things I couldn't resist sharing of how I was able to assist America by the role I was led to play in assisting the Rumsfeld family diverting another evil plan but this time one of a personal/family devastation that would have had a larger impact on the way things were handled at the helm of this ship,our country directly following the destuction of those towers. I shudder to think what chaos might have reigned had satan's scheme not been thwarted,a plan to completely destroy their vulnerable son directly before the disaster of 911.A time in which Mr. Rumsfeld was called to steady the helm and to speak confidence to the American people rallying them..a time that also left America to her enemies from within (dissident militants armed to the teeth and every type of extremist groups who stayed connected by short wave radio unted in their greivances however varied in their diversity..an undercurrent of discontent and rebellion,I'd gotten wind of yrs before on my travels,who'd been waiting for such an opportunity to "overthrow the government" they charged with corruption..unconcerned in their fanatacism the innocent lives they would endanger..the anarchy that would explode,And how the word went forth went dared to speak against their proposed method for attaining their goals , warning them of utter futility and lack of support they would recieve from the Almighty,now there was a case of kill the messenger if I ever saw one..yikes..scary stuff... yes,enemies from within waiting for a vulnerable time to act)Instead his firm solid presence stablized the nation bringing his many years of experience and service to bear upon the situation..How could he have done this had the devastation of parental grief crippled him..instead on the day when the towers were hit and lives were being lost,angers flared and all looked on with shock his son,so near the age of my oldest son, was making a declaration for the God his father had loved and served to the best of his understanding. In the few weeks preceeding Sept.11 this young man had been brought to me with so little life force in him..such a sense of failure..having lost his sweetheart as well as his faith in himself...alarms went off and I knew that he had only a short time to live. (I have been given a gift to know when a soul is nearing death that needn't be so soon..some I have been able to save and some I have lost to my great sorrow.)I had recently attended a memorial service for a friend at the church his parents attended when not in DC..this man 's death ahd been prophecied to him a month before amidst tears and and pleas for him to take hold and then 3 days before he was murdered by deliberate OD from bad guys who wanted him dead..all learned later when I was infiltrated,going undercover..you'd be suprised what people tell you when they think you are one of them..my buddies on the police force call me the God Squad..but I regress. in any case I recognised a last chance rescue mission when he arrived in my life..being bought to me from those I'd befriended who knew I would be a comfort..the danger signs were obvious..suicide watch was in progress so I diverted him,entertaining his mind with the mighty creative love of God in Christ Jesus..engaging his heart as only a dramatic storyteller can..I was reminded of Sheherazade(sp?)intent upon turning the young prince from his brokenhearted quest..only different..these stories were not fictional..it was truth..factual. and it was the princes life I was trying to save..looking intently to my Wonderful Savior who had so patiently and lovingly taught me so that I could in turn reveal Him to this one who had never known Him..What undiminished joy fills my heart remembering that day..before we came to understand the disaster that had befallen our country,not having seen the news till late afternoon mountain time. I wish you could have seen how he shined with faith and purpose declaring a new found faith in this God..having heard the gospel..gone to church as a child ..but had grown older unconvinced of the reality until it was explained how God had moved through my life..movedupon him in the hearing , never felt His Presence until then. This is what makes life worth living to me..this is why killers could not take me out..why Angels stand guard over me with fierce loyalty..this is life..to bring new life to others,to witness the transformation and see the beaming hope, that he was no longer despairing of his life and believed for his own future.Although the secret service had come the following morning to collect him and place him in closer safety because of his dad's position and I was not led to reconnect with the family for a number of years,I had written an encouraging card and left it beside the front door a week or so later. In order for him to be brought into my life ..I had been asked a few months before to step into a lifestyle,subculture that I had left behind long ago..one that I had had enormous judgenment on when I had first started attending church..adopting the same attitude of Christians who were'older in the Lord' than I..during my stay I learned more about the power of God's merciful love than at any other timein my life..though many would say and I would agree..that I was compomised..infiltrating this subculture the way I did in order to bring the light to those who were perishing and with the mission accomplished , God ,being no respecter of persons sent me to save the fatherless ,unfortunate sons and daughters..that were either homeless..similarly afflicted but with no special priviledges,yet needed rescue as well. I felt encouraged yrs later when Mother Rumsfeld whom I found at home when I stopped by, confirmed the word God had given me concerning the son and then the daughter he'd been blessed with. She remembered when we'd met before and I explained a few things to her that she had not known,revealing my oddness..I am not your average conventional person..some call me eccentric.unique..but others say I am crazy. However ,she kindly reassured me that she understood.
Back in Manhattan..the diplomat invited me into the building..standing with me in line until I was to pass through the checkpoint,excusing himself to go through his own entrance..He gave me his UN lapel pin and said that he was glad to have me praying for them in their labors.
I thought nothing of this encounter until a few days later I was planning to go back and pray the gauntlet of flags again...and stepping out through the shelter doors,I turned around joyfully in the bright sunshine on the empty sidewalk doing a little dance as I am apt to do..like a little child..even though it makes some folks think I am tetched in the head..or mentally challenged..missing a few marbles. I refuse to be intimidated.I do not resist movement when I am inspired to skip and laugh or twirl and leap ,free expression being a part of my own personal healing. I saw a man approaching me purposely..grinning from ear to ear..a look of recognition and determination on his face as he came right up to me..engaging me with a friendly word or two concerning my joy and the fine weather we were having..lovely day indeed,and asking if he might know my name and extending his hand for mine to shake..I exclaimed.."Destiny Sweet.. at your service!" to which he replied not missing a beat"What a pleasure to meet you..rumor has it you are the female Christ of this age!"
Can you beleive this? I tell you the truth..I'd heard this before down through the yrs..and couldn't be more blown away every time I've heard this type of thinking.
What did I say to this..I will tell you as closely as I remember.
"Ohhh,hey! (looking away to the right and shaking my head back and forth vigorously in the negative..ever the dramatic one) Dont be doin that to me now..that's not fair to do to me..Laughing at the silliness of such a charge..thinking how satan had tried to use these statements in the past to mess with me "There is Only One Christ for this age as in ages past..We only needed one Jesus..He is the Christ for all ages..He is alive..you know..He rose again form the dead and I have seen Him!" He stood grinning approval as though I'd passed a test.
"I am a Christed one though..anointed by God because He lives in me and I am filled with His Spirit..but is Him who lives in me that is The Christ..we do not need another..and I am not the only female who is anointed of God..there are many of us..all over..I am sure of it..I've met a few myself." He introduced himself as working at the UN..and asked if I knew where Algeria was..Mmm? Africa right? Yes ..OH how I had wanted to go to Africa i'd told him but my Father had told me I must finish my work in america first,..I told him of my friends who had a minstry..am orphanage in Mozambique I'd wanted to go work in..and i told him of the angels Who walked with me,guarded me and how we desired to go to rescue the little ones from that evil army in Uganda..and he agred sadly with me that we all would like to stop this travest..but there was no oil in this country..no impetus to spark the powers that be to step in and intervene..changing the subject we went on comfortably with one another..until we sensed that we must go on to what awaited us for the day. It was a poignant momment for me as I turned and strolled away..how was it that these people knew who I was..thinking back to days when I'd been approached while on the west coast by secret service men who stated that The President had invited me to come to DC to advise..and could they escort me to the white house shuttle awaiting me at the airport?"
I'd begun to think I'd lost my mind the first time on that journey when I'd reralized that somehow I been brought to the attention of the commander in chief of the nation as I watched him ask me over television to come to sing for him on his birthday..had the world gone mad..who was I anyway but a simple prayermommy..an uneducated housewife when not being sent out on some important mission to do the things that Jesus said we would do..Figuring out how I'd come to the attention of these when I'd tried so hard to be so incognito..leaving behing miracles and changed lives in my wake but not sticking around long enough to soak up the glory. Then I rememberd just how many people must have known before .I continually met folks who said..your name proceeds you or I've heard told of you..while I just shrug my shoulders and say go figure..once the Lord said to me .."you remember how I disciplined you to have a tight reign on self promotion and ambition..well..how's that for your gifts making a way for you..for me making you known although as yet unknown?" I did not alter my course having been given a warning not to except the invitation and since I had been being followed on this prayer journey.too closely and too ominously at times for my comfort I was able to advise and send the only message that God would allow him have from me at that time loud long and clear from the dock of the bay in San Diego when I saw the headlines and the ships deployed with decks loaded and weapons bristling..agents from all over ..many middle eastern countries came close to kidnapping me..killers sent to kill me broke down weeping I cant kill you I can't kill you..gangsters I'd only vowed to stop from spreading their lies andworking their demonic witchcraftin their rap songs..seducing the youth much to my sorrow..sent innocent family members to deliver threatening messages as I was passing through their territory,not being able to get close to me themselves..the angels of God know the thoughts of man and see their plans..only the redeemable can cross into my sphere to get close enough..Only that which God has ordained I am to suffer and no more..Do you know just how many badguys confessed their sins..revealing the sins of our government..no wonder there seemed to be an invested interet in taking me out...though I do not accuse the president of being behind the attempts i was aloowed to be aware of..all this had been prophecied in a small gathrering of saints who ahd left the compromised churcs in the area to worship Jesus together in the way that they felt God ahd called them to...the dangerous nature and impotartance of the mission i was being given wa confirmed a wekk of so later in a completely unrelated gathring of believers..the prophet who gave the word have been the same man who was in an impotant dream that spelled out my calling as an evangelist..that I'd been given 2 yrs before..i'd never met him before he prayed fro em and was given the word.and i have never seen him since..beaverton Oregon the latter and salem oregon the former of these two biblical examples of the body of christ sending out a minister to do the will of God..ans so I have spilled the beans and destroyed my anonomynity here as well as when sharing with Commissioner Gordon a much less detailed account than the one I have expanded for your understanding. If I push send on this post after stopping for a break and praying for confirmation you will be reading this..if not..then I will write you more about what God gave me concerning the knowledge of the good and evil and encourage you another way to keep believing that you can be like Him..not him..never that ..but you'd also better be ready for the down side as well..how to share the truth without sounding like you are boasting? Look at me? ..or is it listen to me and you'll see my Saviormoving in the midst of America in the ways that He does..this is what we want others to see.
I am posting this although since my daughter is home form work and needs the computer..I do not have time to check for typo's since this can not be saved as a draft and will provide the cofirmation I got in prayer later..There are few who will read this long of a post anyway and it is meant for you.I have been silent too long..
