We come into the world as innocent infants, wailing our entrance into this wonderland of existence – that is, if we were born before this world went crazy in its desire to eliminate life and we weren’t aborted.

Most of us were adored and cared for tenderly by our mothers. We cried to get attention and maybe some food. Then again, maybe our diapers were soiled. It wasn’t long before we began to recognize things: first our mothers and fathers, then our surroundings. Soon it was Grandma and maybe Grandpa whom we recognized and began putting the pieces of the worldly puzzle together. Before much longer, say a year or two, we began walking; or should I say – beginning to walk.

Now life began to take on new meaning. We made it this far, then our next few steps were growing up. After a few bumps and scrapes along the way, we were beginning to know right from wrong and the matter of making the right choices – although this recognition is waning in today’s world of lawlessness.

Life became exciting as we explored the limits of our existence and began to learn many things about love and hate, good and evil. (Notice I said evil this time.)

At six, you had your first fight with a bully and won. The next fight was also a victory, but then you had your nose bloodied and lip busted. On top of that, your dad spanked you – for losing.

Already loving to read, you went to the library for a book on self-defense.

At ten, you discovered girls and found them to be delightful but hard to understand.

After that, life began to be really interesting with its demands and decision-making. God was introduced into your life by Grandma, who always prayed about everything and talked about God all the time.

“Oh, so that’s what this life is all about? Nice job, God. Talk to you later; I’ve got things to do, places to go and things to see.”

During your teens, you barely gave Him a thought; you were too busy living life to the hilt. You had never met any Christians who took God seriously, but you somehow knew there was a powerful and mysterious God and Savior who lived somewhere in the heavens. (The heavens declared his glory; no one had to tell you that.)

After high school, life took on new meaning, namely work and responsibility; although I must concede that far too many young people these days have never done an honest day’s work.

Next comes the urge to merge; and you’re not very selective, relying primarily on lust. The fun soon ends, and you’re stuck with someone you hardly know. There are exceptions of course, but these are rare in a society where the divorce rate is the same for Christians as for secular society.

You go to college, find a career that doesn’t quite pan out. ….Have you ever noticed that trouble lurks around every corner? At any rate, we work and toil, and worry about our chosen job or career, our children, the future and the state of the nation. Indeed, there is much to be concerned about. Albeit, some of us make it through unscathed, because of a strong constitution or faith, while others flounder, grope, play the lottery, or wish for death. On a smaller scale there are those born with a silver spoon in their mouths and those who seem to just cruise through life carelessly, feeling they can repent at the last minute of their lives.

Even our president (as wealthy as he is) continues experiencing tremendous pressure from his enemies to step aside and let them take over again. And this is a man who has done more for the country in less than one year than the last three presidents combined. He must have a lot of people praying for him. A lesser man would have quit by now. After all, who needs the hassle when he could just as easily play golf for the rest of his life and let the country descend into the hell it is becoming.

Jesus said, “In this life you will have trials and tribulation, but fear not, for I have overcome the world.”

What!? What is this Son of Man talking about? That statement appears to be paradoxical; at least it was for me. For many years I begged for companionship after my second divorce; and although I rubbed shoulders with the stars in the movie industry, I failed to find it among the many pretty people. God just didn’t care to answer the way I thought He should. Could it be that He wanted me to find contentment in Him alone?  (I did…eventually.)

Although He doesn’t always answer the way we think He should, Jesus listens because we are His; and at the appropriate time, He will answer in one way or another – for the better. Today I just discovered why God needed me to stay single; it was so that I could console and minister to others without the burden of a committed relationship.

I should be at my wits end after trying to swim upstream against the current. Consider that my efforts in getting my book published have been met with indifference, my movie project is dead in the water, and I have developed sciatica for the second time this year. Still though, I stand firm on the promises of God and am determined to do what I feel called to do for the kingdom of God, since I know that “all things work together for those who love God and are the called according to His purpose.”

If you know the Bible, then you should know that God chastises those he loves. However, if you are pleasing to Him, then he will certainly show you favor in some way. For example, peace is a very valuable commodity that can’t be bought at any price. Jesus said, “I will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee.” (I haven’t lost a good night’s sleep in over forty years.)

By faith we believe what the scriptures say about this: “Casting all your care on Him; for He cares for you.” Better than all that is that we will live eternally – if we have received Him as Lord and Savior.

YBIC

Jim Towers

Write me at jt.filmmaker@yahoo.com or www.theprophecies.com and www. dropzonedelta.com (Warriors following Christ.)

I’m writing this story to encourage the brethren to be more and more bold in these last days – before the rapture.

People everywhere are hurting, lonely and confused with no help in sight; and since church is usually the last place people look to for solace and answers, it’s up to Christian laymen to reach out to them anywhere and everywhere we encounter them.

Today I awakened with the usual prayers for three people that came to mind then I asked for God to give me an exciting day – one in which I could witness to or encourage someone.

I headed out to the gym, determined to do a little filming for a project I’m in the process of developing. In the midst of this, my iPhone went completely dead. Just as I began to get hot under the collar, I remembered that “All things work together for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.” I made a beeline for the nearest Verizon store and was a half hour early, since they don’t open until 10 a.m. on Saturday.

One other car was ahead of me with two elderly people sitting in the front seat, waiting for the doors to open. I went to Home Depot to get a couple of things I needed – just to kill time.

I came back to Verizon five minutes early, and already people were beginning to arrive.

The old, bent-over woman who had been waiting dragged herself out of the car while her elderly brother waited in the car. The new arrivals were approaching the door, and she let it be known that she had been waiting “for hours.”

Two employees met us at the door, and she went away with one of them while I talked to the other one, telling him of my dilemma with a relatively new phone.

After toying with the phone, the employee asked me to have a seat at the waiting bar while he fetched some other gadgets to get my phone working again.

The little old lady was sitting two seats away while she also waited.

I asked her what the problem was with her phone, and she told me. Pretty soon she was telling me her life story and how she had emphysema from having smoked for most of her life. She needed an inhaler on occasion just to be able to breathe. She went from there to telling me she was Jewish, and I told her I was a Christian and how I used to have many Jewish friends in Miami. I didn’t tell her it was my mission to reach out to them, but instead told her that we often talked politics and religion.

I told her how I had known a man who lived next door to Bibi’s family whose father was their rabbi. She then told me that her older brother had lived in a Kibbutz during the sixties and had later become a wealthy doctor. She told of how he paid all funeral expenses for their mother who had recently died. At this juncture, she began to tear up; and she wiped the tears with her finger from behind her glasses. My heart went out to her.

The woman continued talking about her condition, which led me to give her a short testimony.

At this, I saw her withdraw, and instinctively draw back at the name of Jesus Christ. She looked away from me and tried to change the subject. I let things rest. Finally, having not felt threatened by me, she came back to our conversation. She told me more.

All the while I was thinking that, everywhere you look today, people are sick, hurting and dying with no one caring or even acknowledging them. Apparently, she and her husband were all alone now, with the nearest relative hundreds of miles away.

If only her mother were alive, she pined; she cared even if none else did. Tears began making their way down her wrinkled, sickly face.

At this, I asked her name. Karen, she said; “My name is Karen.”

I arose and asked if she would like for me to pray for her. She quickly said “Oh, please do.”

Laying my hands on her shoulders, I began: “Heavenly Father, please give Karen rest and relieve her emotional and physical pain. I ask this in Jesus name – Amen.” All the while, people were walking back and forth within a couple of feet from us as I massaged her shoulders and back lovingly. Finally, at God’s prompting, I gently kissed her forehead, and she exhaled a sigh of relief. After a moment, she began thanking me profusely with all humility as tears ran down her cheeks. As a matter of fact, she was still thanking me even as I walked out the door. “Thank you, kind sir… thank you, thank you!”

I couldn’t have been happier as I drove away, knowing I had touched someone’s life in their hour of need.

Everywhere we turn today, people are hurting, floundering and crying out for help – often in silence. We Christians should focus on our fellow man and quit focusing on ourselves. Our fake piety will only get us the recognition and derision we deserve…. Let’s try loving someone besides ourselves.

MOVIES:

A new film is set to release soon. “The Trump Prophecies” will soon be playing at a theatre near you. At the moment, Facebook refuses to let them advertise on their platform (citing political correctness). This could be the beginning of shutting down anyone opposed to liberalism.

The storyline is that a fireman had a vision of Trump becoming a presidential candidate and winning, several years ago. He added that this event will open the door for a good relationship with Israel (which is true). However, you must decide the truthfulness of his prophecy. It seems like everyone is having visions these days.

NOTE: Our church continues to draw people to faith in Christ through the preaching of Dr. Hayes Wicker.  Tune in on FBCN live streaming on Sunday at 9:30 EST on the internet to hear him speak.

YBIC

Jim Towers

You can write me at jt.filmmaker@yahoo.com and check out thepropheciesmovieandbook.com and dropzonedelta.com (Warriors following Christ.)