Almost everyone I know, including myself, has been so angry at times, they were ready to give up or shoot up. If you donít belong to that group, you are either dead or a saint. If you are a saint, what is your name, address and phone number? Please tell us how you got to be a saint and how we can get a hold of you.
How many trips behind "bars" does a person have to make, before admitting he has a drinking or drug problem? How many times does a person have to go to jail, a mental institution, or rehab before realizing they have an anger problem? How many DUIís does it take before we ask for help? Admitting that we have a problem and asking for help is the first and hardest step. Pride and rebellion get in the way every time. "Donít tell me I have a problem," we snarl at those who try to help us. ďWhen I am ready for help, Iíll ask for it -- just bug off." How many people live alone because they canít stand anyone telling them what to do and when? Our divorce courts tell the story. Every person who thinks he has been abused is probably also an abuser without knowing it or willing to admit it.
The person who sent us the above postcard is on her way to being healed. She asked for help and now she can be healed. If you are unable to decipher the words, please read the next paragraph.
To fellow Believers
A friend gave me a postcard from your ministry today. I had been held captive by a religious spirit and fear and heaviness. As I pondered at the picture on the card -- I see "He whom the sun (Son) sets free is free indeed." I have been diagnosed with bi-polar. I want to be totally free from bondages that kept me so bound. I love the Holy Spirit & want intimacy with God & Jesus. M.E.
I, Peter, was going blind in my right eye. Until I was willing to submit to and consented to surgery, there was no way anyone, including God, could or should help me. Parents, though, are allowed to and are expected to overrule the objections of their children. A doctor, even Dr. Jesus, would be out of order
to heal someone who does not want or asked to be healed or who does not want or ask to be saved. Jesus first asked those who came to Him, "What do you want?" Some wanted to be healed, some wanted to be fed and some wanted to be saved and follow Him. Try to get someone to stop smoking who is not ready and does not want to stop and you will get a fist in your face. We got to go to the doctor before a doctor can help us.
My heart was jubilant when we received the card asking us to go to bat for the person who had been a prisoner of anger for years and years. Nothing she tried so far had helped except for brief moments of relief. She had been diagnosed with what is commonly referred to as bipolar or manic-depression. Her relationship with her husband was in shambles. Maybe he is one of those saints? She must have an awesome husband that he did not walk out on her, many do. Drugs had provided only temporary and marginal relief. She hated having to take them to control her anger and was looking for a better solution. Thatís why she wrote to us. These are the kind of people who are ready to meet Jesus as "The Great Physician." We put everything else aside when we get that kind of mail.
Recently the Holy Spirit showed me that our web site was Godís heavenly pharmacy; and so we proceeded to make the RX words a part of the banner. In fact, we even ordered some pens with the new banner. Our doctor friend Roselavender loves using them to write spiritual prescriptions for patients.
I often stretch my hand out towards the pharmacy located in our supermarket and ask Jesus to heal the people who are lined up to pick up their prescriptions. I know He hears these prayers and will and is already answering them.
Folks, I have invested years and years to prepare a heavenly pharmacy for you. The medicine is free and I have taken it myself without adverse reactions. But I cannot go to the web site for you or take
|the medicine for you. Why am I permitted to write and speak with such boldness and authority? I have been to hell and back and have snatched the keys to Satanís domain where he locks up his prisoners. I have wrestled with anger, anger that suddenly exploded for apparently no reason that I was aware of at the time. The first time this happened, I took off my safety glasses in front of my secretary and smashed them on the floor. It was a wake-up call! On two other occasions I broke ceramic statues; and in one extreme case I chopped down some grape vines. It scares me half to death to think that I was capable of such violence. Had it not been for this Scripture that flashed before my eyes, "Vengeance is mine" saith the Lord, "I will recompense" (Romans 12:19), I might be living in a straight jacket, behind bars or six feet underground now.
Anger may be a generational curse, but it breaks my heart whenever I hear that anger is being viewed as only a physical problem or an inherited genetic disorder. We have been brainwashed to believe that the best and quickest remedy is one of those round or oblong pills. I assure you, relief is only temporary at best when we treat a soul problem with a pill solution. When we do, the sufferer is seldom challenged to examine himself and develop the posture of a warrior.
I frequently posed this question to God as I walked and prayed in a lonely meadow at night, "How come this torment goes on and on? How come it canít be cured with a pill or special diet or a miracle supplement? How come that someone canít pray a prayer of healing and deliverance over me and I could wake up well? How come you wonít allow me to take a sleeping pill to get a good nightís rest?" And Jesus replied,
"Peter, these battles build character, insight, compassion, perseverance and many other qualities that a courageous soldier and a compassionate physician needs. Peter, you would not have a story to tell if you did not have to battle for your sanity. Because you have been in this lengthy conflict with hell, your uncrucified ego, and the lust of your own flesh, I can trust you with keys and weapons of warfare that you can use and also pass on to others." (Excerpt from: The Purple Pamphlet)
We have been brain-washed by being told that bipolar is a chemical imbalance and there is little we can do about it except to take a pill and hope for the best. "Do the best you can, take your medicine, and live with it," we are told. Once folks agree to medication, users become addicts and never develop into the spiritual and emotional maturity of an Overcomer. How sad! Our thoughts and emotions must be and can be bridled with the help of Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I havenít swallowed a pill in over 40 years or smoked a cigarette in 44. The Book of Proverbs is loaded with good suggestions -- weapons and remedies for anyone battling a disease whose origin may be our failure to trust and obey God in all things. Look at these two drawings and decide who you want to be at the end of your life, a wimp or a warrior?
For every problem God has provided a solution or a way of escape. Satan and the world offer remedies and attractive alternatives to healing, but many of them will destroy our soul and cripple our will to fight. The Book of Proverbs is loaded with answers and ammunition. I have underlined these five verses in my Living Bible:
It is better to be slow-tempered than famous; it is better to have self-control than to control an army (Proverbs 16:32).
Keep away from angry, short-tempered men, lest you learn to be like them and endanger your soul (Proverbs 22:24-25).
A man without self-control is as defenseless as a city with broken-down walls (Proverbs 25:28).
A rebel shouts in anger; a wise man holds his temper in and cools it (Proverbs 29:11).
There is more hope for a fool than for a man of quick temper (Proverbs 29:20).
I could give you a list of writings on our web site that might be helpful, but I wonít. I could give you a list of books that have helped me, but I wonít. Go on your own treasure hunt; do your own homework and take the medicine Jesus tells you to take. I am allowed to point in the right direction, but canít do the walking for you.
I have taken myself behind the woodshed many times. Donít be afraid or refuse to go there. Itís bound to hurt your pride at first but itís guaranteed to be good for your soul.
We love you; but we donít change diapers anymore or have time for cry babies.