Mining The Truth, A Personal Testimony

 

Mining The Truth

A Personal Testimony

     I met a man at the side wing of Heartland Baptist Church at a Time to Revive Session in Sioux City, Iowa in 2022.  Since then, I have known my Father’s voice.  I think this is substantial, worthy of noting.

     His name was and probably is still Ray.  I don’t remember his last name and it probably doesn’t matter in this account for he wasn’t a man to blow his own horn.  You see, it wasn’t all about Ray and his mission.  It was about freeing me to service.  For that, I was there.

     He made special time out of his day.  I think he was partnering with the Time to Revive Team to bring his ministry up north.  I could have been wrong.  In any case, we met, no, We met.

     Jesus took something like a lily.  He compressed it gently between His hands and hid it in His heart.  I got to see His glass throne with a rainbow about.  All on stage as I peeked behind the curtain to see Him.  Then He joined me front and center and hid the lily.

     Bipolar disorder had left me an angry man.  Diagnosed in 1990, I attended a few hospitals after manic episodes.  Not to give spirits more attention, I just played bumper cars for awhile.  That was before Jesus took my anger.  He hid the lily.

     What a delicate, white flower.  He hid it in his heart as if to say,” Your peace will be safe here.”  My wife had prayed yearly for my sane mind.  What was churning in my soul did not permit that.  Volcanic magma under water only boils up the noxious gas.  That was the picture.

     Today, I enjoy peace.  Peace with my family and others.  I am predictable.  No Jekyll, no Hyde.  A sudden werewolf does not howl at the moon.  I am stilled.

     Thank you Mr. Ray wherever you are.  You also can visit the website.  Just type in “Mining the Truth.”  Healing is possible.

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