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Endless Miracles :: By Jim Towers

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My whole life has been a life chock full of miracles. Why? I’m just an ordinary man, yet God has favored me with endless miracles throughout my life. He may just do the same for you.

In searching for a title for my book (248-page manuscript), I thought it would only be right to give credit where credit is due. God has undoubtedly been watching over me and working miracles in my life from the time I was born a premature child to a 17-year-old mother. (The doctor had asked my parents who to let survive, and she chose to let me live, taking her chances with an operation.) I guess you could say that was the first miracle in my life.

Both of my parents were handsome, intelligent, clean, and hard-working individuals, but they were working-class people. Dad was a welder, and mom was a nurse’s aide. As for me, I was always an avid reader. I was a good kid – obedient and dutiful – thanks to my strict upbringing.

But there was nothing to indicate that my life would be exceptional in any significant way. Yet, with God’s help, I was able to reach and mingle with the stars. By stars, I mean movie stars and other top achievers. Today I write to encourage others and do artwork to enhance others’ lives as a hobby.

In telling this story, I want to encourage others that God can work miracles in your life, too – if you give Him a chance. Nothing is too hard for our Creator.

“Jesus said to him, ‘If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.'” (Mark 9:23).

Besides having survived a drowning (In which I saw my life events unfold before my mind’s eye like a motion picture) and three vicious beatings that should have killed me, I will relate a miracle that happened on a lonely stretch of highway through the Arizona desert in the late summer at night.

The vehicle I was driving was an older van whose rings were badly worn. My brother-in-law Pauly, a master mechanic, warned me that I shouldn’t attempt the trek from Jamestown, North Dakota, to Hollywood, California, without first replacing the rings on the van. But since I was determined to set out right away, he cautioned that I should always keep a couple of quarts of thirty-weight, non-detergent oil on hand just in case. And after giving me what oil he had on hand, we said our goodbyes.

I was a relatively new Christian and felt that I could really do all things through Christ who strengthened me and was willing to undertake anything. Some people would say I was young and foolish, even reckless. But since I was always able to overcome all previous obstacles, I felt capable of meeting any challenge – besides, who wants to live a humdrum life?

Having always been adventuresome, rough, and ready, we took a secondary road through the desert in Arizona. The plateaus, smaller mesas, and huge cactus spires were awe-inspiring. But the van ran out of oil as the viscosity of the oil broke down in the summer heat. It ran like water through the worn rings as the last sign said 60 miles to the next gas station.

Luckily, it was beginning to get dark, and soon the day would be cooling down. Nevertheless, the oil gauge on the old van began rising, it was beginning to register hot, and we were out of the oil that was given to us. I babied the vehicle and stopped every so often, but finally, I pulled over one last time. I knew the old van would soon stop on its own if I didn’t.

It was dark, and there were millions of stars out in the black blanket of the sky. Silence also enveloped us as we sat in the vehicle and prayed.

We hadn’t seen another vehicle for hours, and now we were out in the middle of the desert alone. Time seemed to stand still, but, in reality, we had only been there for less than twenty minutes.

God was at work, pulling things together to rescue us.

Looking up into the rearview mirror, I saw a pinpoint of light coming our way, and it took a while for us to hear the air brakes on the ten-wheeler as it pulled up behind us.

I quickly jumped out of the van and went over to the cab of the tractor-trailer just as the man was rolling down the window. “Are you alright?” the big middle-aged man asked.

“How far to the nearest gas station?” I asked sheepishly.

“Oh, about forty miles or so. What seems to be your problem?”

“I ran out of oil and can’t go any further.”

“What kind of oil do you need?”

“Thirty weight, non-detergent; the rings are bad, and that is the only oil that will stand up to the heat in the desert.”

“You’re in luck; I just happen to have a full case of thirty-weight, non-detergent under the seat that you can have.”

I offered to pay the man, but he insisted that I take it as a gift. He loaded it in the back of the van, wished us well, and left.

God sighed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and laughed, ‘Jimmie boy is sure a handful.’ The angels shook their heads in unison and took flight to help another human being not far away.

We were good to go now and traveled as far as we could in the coolness of the night. There was a roadside park before you enter Los Angeles about sixty miles away. We stopped to rest in the foothills of the Sierra Madre mountains. It was about three in the morning, and we had no sooner laid down in the van to get some much-needed sleep when we heard the rumble of motorcycles and the drunken laughter of a motorcycle gang. Pretty soon, the hard rock music began, but we were too tired to care. Leaving it all in God’s hands, we quickly went to sleep.

Call on God in your time of trouble, and He will answer (see Psalm 50:15).

YBIC

Jim Towers

You can write me at jt.filmmaker@yahoo.com or visit me at www.phopheticsignsandwonders.com and www.dropzonedelta.com

The Prince and His Power :: By Terry James

Published on: by RR10

Niccolò di Bernardo dei Machiavelli has often been called the “father of modern political philosophy and political science.” He was an Italian diplomat, politician, historian, philosopher, humanist, writer, playwright, and poet of the Renaissance Period.

He was often brought up during my hours spent at university. He seemed to me to be both admired and disdained by the professors who stood before us at lectures. It was a strange alchemy of thought that sometimes confused—at least yours truly—while the professors both lauded and lambasted this strange purveyor of political presumption.

Always central to their lectures was Machiavelli’s most famous work, written in 1513—The Prince. This is a brief treatise on how to acquire power, create a state, and keep it. The book represents Machiavelli’s effort to provide a guide for political action based on the lessons of history and his own experience as a foreign secretary in Florence, Italy.

Most of my professors, even during those days of the early 1960s, lectured from the socialist perspective. The lectures hadn’t quite become the Marxist-oriented lies we hear being spewed today, but the anti-America-as-founded propaganda was plenteous, even back then.

As I say, the professors seemed to admire this man and his work—and detest him and his treatise at the same time. Almost always, they blamed any political ideology that opposed the socialist view as being Machiavellian in its wickedness.

Today, the political left, while not mentioning the Machiavellian model at all, totally embraces its methodologies.

Probably the best way to characterize winning and sustaining power within the model presented by The Prince is “ends justify means.” Machiavelli viewed injuring enemies as a necessity. He stated: “If an injury is to be done to a man, it should be so severe that the prince should not be in fear of revenge.” The prince must be absolutely ruthless in order to win and sustain his power.

We see this Machiavellian principle in today’s national and geo-global politics. Injury by use of forced compliance by the globalist cabal of the new world order sort is employed every minute of every day by those seeking to tear down national sovereignty.

Compliance with globalist mandates, no matter who is hurt, is at the heart of the ruthlessness. They state they’re determined to pare down the populations of humanity on the planet over which they intend to rule—all, of course, for saving the planet.

In preparation for the “prince that shall come,” can we discern the Machiavellian principle in play? I believe the answer is more than obvious. Can you say “Trump derangement syndrome”?

In America—and across the world, for that matter—the borders of nations are forced open by the globalist leaders, all of whom seem to be in lockstep. They open borders so that other peoples can flood through the openings. Into America they come by the hundreds of thousands—even millions—with most of the illegals unvaccinated, unchecked as to criminal background.

Even though there is pushback by some, the resistance is relatively small by comparison to the immensity of the problem of nations being overrun. This is because the world’s mainstream media is a part of the collective globalist mindset. Their narrative, their full propaganda machinery engine, is pushing the drive to bring about a new world order. Opposition and resistance to this movement are suppressed at every turn.

This should be no surprise because everywhere we look, we see humanity going against the God of Heaven and His directives for mankind. We don’t have to be male or female as God brought us into this world. We can be whatsoever gender we choose. Man doesn’t have to be joined to woman in sexual oneness; we can choose which sex to engage with in such activity, totally apart from the God of Heaven.

It is okay for children as young as 2 or 3 to begin the transition from their birth gender to whichever gender their parent says the child should become.

This is pushed by media at every level now, every hour of every day. This is because they—the media—have as their supreme leader the prince of the power of the air. We understand this from the words of the Apostle Paul to the Ephesians.

“And you hath he quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins; Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience: Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others” (Ephesians 2:1-3).

Satan is that prince of the power of the air. He dominates the dissemination of the falsehoods we are incessantly bombarded with while the new world order is being prepared for the “prince that shall come.”

But we who are in Christ—who are saved by belief in His death, burial and resurrection—have nothing to fear while we endure this demonic construction taking place. Satan’s prince will be dealt with by another prince. Here is what God promises those who are in His eternal family.

“And his power shall be mighty, but not by his own power: and he shall destroy wonderfully, and shall prosper, and practise, and shall destroy the mighty and the holy people. And through his policy also he shall cause craft to prosper in his hand; and he shall magnify himself in his heart, and by peace shall destroy many: he shall also stand up against the Prince of princes; but he shall be broken without hand.” (Daniel 8:24-25)

True power resides with the King of all kings. Jesus is that Prince, that coming King of Revelation 19:11. If you are not yet, but want to be a member of that holy Kingdom, here, again, is how.

“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation” (Romans 10:9-10).