RESCUE THE PERISHINGWritten by Irvin L. Rozier
Rescue The PerishingNumbers 12.6 "And he said, hear now my words: If there be a prophet among you, I Lord will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream." Before I went to bed one night, I prayed and asked Lord to send encouragement. I drifted off to a deep sleep and began to dream a very vivid dream. In this dream, I was in a church preaching to a large congregation of different races and people. I was speaking these words, "Either you are a child of King (Jesus) or you are a child of devil! You must be born again to become a child of King. And another thing, you must love your neighbor as yourself. The congreagtion was shouting "Amen!" and "Preach Word". When I completed these words Lord gave me, I went outside church. I looked up and saw thousands and thousands of people pressing towards me. I looked behind me, and saw a deep, dark, bottomless pit, and I was facing crowd
| | The Beautiful GardenWritten by Irvin L. Rozier
The Beautiful GardenMatthew 13:3 “And He spoke many things unto them in parables, saying, “Behold, a sower went forth to sow.” Every time I read above passage of scripture, I’m reminded of a good friend of mine, Dorsey. When I was growing up, I helped a local farmer and developed some friendships that lasted. Dorsey also worked for this farmer. My daddy, Reverend A. J. Rozier, was their pastor, so they nicknamed me “preacher”. After years spent in U.S. Army, I came back home and renewed my friendship with Dorsey. He had married later on in life, and both he and his wife loved Lord. They especially enjoyed southern gospel singing. In fact, Dorsey was a right good singer himself. I would often visit with them, talk about Lord, and sing a few songs for them. Dorsey’s wife, Amanda, wasn’t in best of health and Dorsey had suffered from disability from wreck he was in while a teenager. One day, Dorsey called me and asked me if I could “lay off” a straight row. You see, he wanted to plant a garden. Well, I said “Sure, I’ll be over soon.” Well, we got his old Allis Chambers tractor hooked up to planters and I commenced to “layoff” first straight row. It was so curvy it resembled a “C”! I told Dorsey that was contour plowing, and we could get more on a “C” row instead of a straight row. Well, ole Dorse crawled on that old orange tractor and planted corn, beans, okra and just about everything else. A few weeks later, he called me and asked me to come over and help him set up tractor so that he could plow his garden. I went on over and took a look at his garden-it was beautiful! He told me that it was best garden he had ever had. As I looked at sweet corn, I noticed that some plants were about 12 inches high while other plants were six to eight inches high. The old planter had skipped, and Dorsey and Amanda thought I had slipped over in night and replanted corn. I said, “No, I haven’t done that.” Then Dorsey said, “It was Lord who has blessed this garden.”
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