How I came to be here, very strange...

[Randall L Pilch Jr]

Has anyone had anything like this happen? So about seven or so years ago I lost a great paying job with Praire Farms Dairy that I had had for about six and a half years, my own, stupid, young fault...so after spending some time online putting in some apps looking for work I decieded to look up ole Spock, D. James Kennedy that is, you ever notice his ears? I used to listen to him on the radio from time to time, I didn't remember his websites address so I just punched in his name into I guess Internet Explorer and the top result ended up being Ray's paper refuting Kennedy's teachings, I was intrigued so I followed the link to Ray's site, ended up reading that paper and checking out what he had written so far at that time of his "Lake of Fire" series, I'm a couple of chapters in and I had had about all I could take, I was like "Ok, this guy is some kind of heretic" and I was done, my mind was made up and I was going to stop reading right there. This is about, I don't know, two a.m. or so, and I have this experience. All of a sudden I hear a voice inside my mind, but not of my own mind and it says to me "Wait, don't stop reading just yet, continue on, everything will be proven." and I was like WOW! uh ok...and so I continued as I was bid and it was proven to me and I then pretty much devoured the whole site in the following two weeks, I couldn't stop my self, I was so spiritually starving at that time in my life. I then impatiently awaited every update thereafter and I've never looked back, and then about a month and a half ago I guess I ended up coming across Ray's videos on YouTube through my iPhone  and started listening to them and then came to the forum and started with the oldest audio and listened through them all and finally accepted the old age of the earth and a regional flood and I think it was right after that that the holy spirit took away sins dominion over me, just turned it off, like I've said on here already, like a light switch, no more struggle, no more desire for those things, just gone: masterbation & any kind of porn, including homosexual, Lusting and Fantisizing after wemon in my mind, Evil music...as heavy as it gets:Death Metal, Hardcore, Metalcore, Mathcore, you name it, Anime and Manga, Video games. And other sins he seems to be working out of me as more of a process, the more I don't do it the more I don't do it: vulger language, issues with anger and impatience, the renewing of my mind...How awesome is our lord and god, thanks and all praise be unto Jesus Christ our lord and God the Father. So now I've downloaded all the mp3's to my iPod and I listen to those all night at work every night. Trying to get this all down inside me so I can give an answer to any the hope that is in me if asked.

[Deborah-Leigh]

The image of a train track comes to mind as I read your personal account.

The train cannot decide of itself, that it is going to switch direction. Not even the train's driver can switch the tracks running under the train he steers.  The direction is managed at the Station Command where the Director, at a switch of a button, has the power to make the train track move, ahead of the train, in preparation to align with another direction, BEFORE the train comes down the track.

I totally love the edification that glow out of PRAYING BY GOD'S RULES. L. Ray Smith.  All the good things we have received, God already had in His Plan to give us.

God is the Station Command of all of our lives, directions and movements through the landscape called life.

I am thrilled you have noticed the change in your landscape. That you are heading into another direction and the one behind you, was necessary for your appreciation of your Station Command.

It's GREAT, to see you on track!

Blessings
Arc

[grapehound]

That's a wonderful analogy Arc !

Hey Randall, you were asking about the strangeness of appointments ?
Check this out !

1991; I received a phone call one night from a very distraught women. A complete stranger.
She was very drunk and suicidal. She suddenly screamed with anguish and was trying to gasp for breath between the sobbing.  I almost hung up. From 'somewhere' I heard, "Listen!"

When she had composed herself, she related the most heartbreaking story of domestic violence, separation and divorce, threats to her independent safety, her exodus with her children from 200 miles away, her arrival in Liverpool, her mental breakdown and finally her son turning on her and blaming her for missing his dad.  She was at the end of her tether and had started drinking two bottles of wine every night.
To my amazement she asked me if I was a priest !  I was speechless.
There was this pregnant pause. I didn't know what to say. Then from 'somewhere' I heard,
" Yes.........and a King"
I told her I was a priest! I remember thinking, ' there's laws against what you just said', but I had such assurance that I had said the right thing.

She asked if I could visit her that night and I affirmed !
It was like I was on rails !
She gave me her address and I told her to give me an hour.

I cradled the phone and sat back, stunned into silence.
My wife came through the door and asked what was wrong.  I told her.
"How did she get our number?"
I didn't know and I hadn't asked.

I rang an assistant pastor and asked for advice.
He told me to keep the appointment and take my wife.
I told him that she was blind drunk (not my wife!) and that anything could happen.
He told me that I wouldn't be alone, and that the Holy Spirit could sober her up in 10 seconds flat.

We arrived at her home, she was still drinking.
I suddenly became very bold and just took charge of her.
She even allowed me to pour a third bottle of wine down the sink.
She was surprised that I had a wife.
"What kind of a priest are you?"
What forced it's way out of my mouth, astonished me.
My wife's jaw dropped.

"I'm a priest of the Most High."
This drunken lady dropped to her knees in front of me.
She took my hand in a vice like grip and started kissing it.
I was embarrassed and  accommodating in the same moment.
My wife stared at me and shook her head, but I just couldn't draw away.
I explained to her later that it wasn't my hand she was kissing.

After a moment she got to her feet and disappeared into the kitchen.
My wife and I sat in total silence.

"Do you take sugar?", came a voice from the kitchen.
Before I could answer, the woman appeared carrying a tray of mugs.
She was stone cold sober.

That was the beginning of her Christian life.
She attended our fellowship for years; and her children became part of the drama group.
She attended prayer groups and bible studies and made plans for baptism.

Five years later, she moved back to her extended family in London, a different woman.

I did ask her once how she came to ring my number.
She laughed.
" I just picked up a phone directory and looked under 'Places of Worship'.
I saw that there was a Mormon church at the end of the road.
I was so drunk I miss-dialed; and you answered.
Or rather He answered "

I checked the phone book when I got home.
There was only one digit difference between my number and the Mormon Church.

Talk about the 'strangeness of appointments' !!


grape

[Randall L Pilch Jr]

Wow! That is crazy!!!