HARRY POTTER TO CHRISTIANS: IT'S NOT GOOD TO HEAR VOICESWritten by Mark B. Replogle
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The value of hearing God is that it saves lives. I recall time that God told me to pray for a certain Dee Jay (Strawberry Jan) that used to be on KEZY 1190 AM. He told me that she was in danger and I was to pray for her often. So I did, even though I didn't know her, and knew nothing of her personal or professional life. Six years later she was nearly killed by a drunk driver on freeway. Finally about 15 years later I met Strawberry Jan in person. I am certain that my prayers were central to God's plan to save her life in that accident, prevent certain injuries and lessen others during years. If you are courageous and want to hear God, then contact me toll free at (877) 230-0100 or by email at sgtrepo@comcast.net A Mark B. Replogle Article / October 2004 All rights reserved. Copyright Ó 2004 by Mark B. Replogle No part of this Article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from publisher.
Mr. Replogle is an Attorney at Law in private practice in California. He served with the Marine Corps Central Command last year, in the Office of the Staff Judge Advocate. Mr. Replogle wrote the books Saviour Clinton: An Evil American King, and How To Hear and Discern The Voice of God.
| | THE WONDERFUL CHRISTMASWritten by Irvin L. Rozier
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It snowed hard night before we left. Not only had it snowed, temperature had dropped and black ice had formed on roads. As I slowly drove that old Pontiac down those icy roads, we saw many vehicles in ditch. People in South Georgia are not equipped to drive in these conditions. As I pulled up to an intersection, I applied my brakes to stop. I hit a patch of black ice and said to my unsaved friend, “Brace yourself, we are going to crash.” Sure enough, we did, but Lord protected us both, only a small dent in car. We were stuck in ditch so we went looking for a kind-hearted farmer to pull us out. Shortly we found one. We asked for help. He pulled on his brogans, walked to shelter, cranked up his John Deere, and quickly pulled us out. We tried to pay him, but he refused. Thank God for people like this kind farmer. We arrived safely at hotel, checked in, then went and got a bite to eat. This was two days before Christmas. I then drove my friend to nursing home and went back to hotel and went to sleep. I woke up early Christmas eve and said, “Lord, I sure would like to go to church this morning. Show me where to go.” I picked up paper and saw where a church was having an early morning service. The Lord spoke and said, “Go there.” So I went, and although only about 30 people were there, it was a sweet service. I was blessed by words spoken about our Savior’s birth. After this was over I said, “Lord, I sure would like to go to Sunday school. Please show me where to go.” Well, Lord led me on a road out of town and in country. It surely was beautiful scenery: gently rolling, snowed covered hills, whiteness and brightness of everything. As I was driving, I thought about Christmas coming up. My friend was going to pay me $50 for driving him. Not much to buy Christmas for my children. While I was thinking about things, Lord interrupted my thoughts with a command, “Turn left here on this dirt road.” I did and about two miles down that road, I came up to a beautiful little country church sitting on a little hill surrounded by snow covered pine trees. The Lord said, “Here is where I want you to go for Sunday School.” The parking lot was full of cars, and I felt a warm and peaceful presence about this little place. As I walked in, I was warmly greeted and directed to right Sunday School class. The people there were friendly and warm-hearted. They made me welcome, and they were genuine, not fake like some places I’ve been. I thought to myself, this is a praying church that God loves. I didn’t stay for church services because Lord directed me to go on back to hotel. I did as He directed. After I had eaten dinner, I went back to room and laid down to take a nap. Around 2:30 p.m. , Lord awoke me and said, “Go on over to nursing home.” I obeyed. I found my friend and talked with him a few minutes. While we were talking, I heard sound of singing. I told my friend I was going on down there to listen as they were not only singing Christmas carols, but also singing old hymns. As I entered area where service was being held, I recognized many of folks conducting service. They were ones I had Sunday school with that morning. Nothing was mentioned in Sunday school class about a nursing home service. They recognized me and invited me to join them. I did as I enjoyed presence of Lord. After service, I said my goodbyes and walked down hall to nurse’s station. In a few minutes, preacher came up and said, “The Lord told me to give you this check.” It was for $150. I had only asked Lord for some money so I could buy my children something for Christmas. He tested my faith by ordering my steps. I passed; thank God! We came back home, and my friend paid me. My children came home late Christmas day. I was so glad to see them! I had missed them so. I told them I didn’t have them much for Christmas, but we were together. Thank you Lord for this wonderful Christmas memory! Isaiah 55:9: “For as heavens are higher than earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Copyright 2003 Irvin L. Rozier, author of My Walk with Lord, www.selahbooks.com
Preacher, author, retired US Army
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