Home     |     Sitemap     |     Contents JESUS HAS MY NUMBER December 3, 2019 Jesus has my number and heart. I did not put Him on “hold” when He called. I immediately sat down and wrote down what He told me and showed me. He stirred up memories of long ago. And “YES”, He has your number and gave it to me. It was 1943. I was ten years old. I was living in Bensheim, Germany, the town where I was born. My parents had hidden me away with another family just in case it was discovered that my mother was Jewish. I was the proud owner of a bicycle and used it to go to school, maybe three miles from where I lived. One day, on the way home, some bullies stopped me and took away my bicycle. I did not fight them. I did not know how to fight. I was never taught how to fight or that fighting was godly. Eventually I got my bike back but never took the main direct route again, but found side streets to avoid running into the same or other bullies. That incident changed my life, but I was not aware of that until now at age 86. From age ten on I always chose side streets to avoid running into bullies. My Father never taught me to fight and my Mother, a gentle soul, tried to raise me in the image of another St. Francis of Assisi. This much beloved Saint is world famous for his prayer, “Lord, make me an Instrument of Thy Peace.” Here is how the prayer goes: I lived under the false impression that all anger was sin. Paul, the apostle, says, "Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not make room for the devil." I tried to live a sinless life, unaware that it is impossible for any human to live a life that is not flawed in some way. There was only one exception and there will never be another one. Jesus, the God-Man was and is that exception. St. Francis of Assisi must not be our role model although he was mine until I met Jesus. Also, I did not realize that I had stuffed a lot of ungodly anger. I locked it away, and had thrown away the key. The day came when there was no more room in my subconscious cellar for more anger. The anger finally erupted and when it came out, it was destructive and almost murderous. What stopped me are the words of the apostle Paul, “Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, I will recompense.” It was a Bible verse that our son John was required to memorize; and I had helped him with it. It took many years and many battles to expose all the anger that I had stashed inside of me. That unholy murderous, angry spirit continued to sabotage my life for a long time. I came face to face with it when a man, desperate for answers, came all the way from Florida. He stayed with us for three weeks. If anyone would like to know details, read my story penned in 1990, "Portrait of a Heart". The title is a link to the story on our web site. I finally realized and could admit to myself that trying to be the Lord’s peacemaker was veiled by unhealthy, even unholy motives. I allowed myself to be ruled by fear, pride and anger during unguarded moments. I was afraid to confront and wanted to look good to everyone who knew me, including myself. I did not want anyone to be mad at me. I wanted everyone to think highly of me, unaware that our human righteousness is as filthy rags in God’s sight. Little by little I realized, saw and admitted to myself that I was a wimp. I confessed and exposed my true nature in the story called “Wimp or Warrior.” I did many nice things for the wrong reason. I learned that it is impossible to please both man and God at the same time. I learned that pleasing, obeying and trusting God must become my highest priority. When I became aware of this, l asked God to give me a prayer that would help me and others become whole and healed. And I believe He did. He gave me this prayer in 1990. LORD JESUS - MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT OF THY WAR Let everything that is hidden be revealed! Expose all hypocrisy, especially that which is hidden in my own heart. Expose all rebellion which is as the sin of witchcraft. Expose all pride, that subtle monster who hides in most of us. Expose the greedy who exploit the needy, and the strong who oppress the weak. Expose all lust that masquerades as love, and begin within me. Expose and tear down every man-made idol of success and self-gratification. Expose Satan, the accuser of the brethren, who tries to hide in all of us; And Lord Jesus, be the advocate for all who have been falsely accused. Lord, vindicate the insane who have been judged without a jury; and begin with me. And Lord, then let the Lion of the tribe of Judah roar through me! There is a lot more I could add to this story, but I believe this is enough for now, especially if you read the story “Portrait of a Heart,” “Wimp or Warrior?”, “Nice Doesn’t Always Cut It” and “My Legacy.” You can find these stories on our web site. Just go to the Table of Contents. There is a listing of all the stories I have written. They are in alphabetical order. Ask yourself, “Is the cellar of my house, my subterranean nature stuffed with unholy anger, fear, lust or pride that needs to be confessed and flushed out?” If it isn’t flushed out, we can be assured it will sooner or later turn into crippling, painful diseases, addictions, depression, aggression, suicide, even murder.” The good news is this. Jesus flushed the hell out of me because I saw it, understood it, and repented. I have a clean slate. Now there is room for both the Lamb of God and the Lion of Judah to direct the traffic in my heart and mind. I have invited both. Each has a legitimate place and function. I need both to be a whole person. I do hope whoever reads these words will consider their beauty, power and importance. If anyone wants to help me expose the rotten part of who we are, drop us a line or come and visit us. We had 100,000 wallet size copies of the warfare prayer printed and still have a bunch left. We don’t want any of them put in the trash when we pass on. We would be happy to send them to you, but would appreciate receiving postage money. Just let us know how many you would like and give us your address. Believe it or not, one person from Laredo, Texas asked for 6,000. She has a beauty saloon and gives them to her customers. A police officer, one of her customers, said, “If the prayer would not be so long, I would have it tattooed on my chest.” Today I am no longer using side streets to avoid running into bullies. There is such a thing as righteous and godly anger. It’s energizing and fruit-bearing under God’s direction. He is trusting me to manifest it. I also learned that I am not to use my fists, because I am not fighting against flesh and blood. I am fighting against principalities and spirits of darkness without bodies – the evil rulers of the unseen realm as explained in the Book of Ephesians. I have unsheathed my sword. I am on a mission to expose and address evil, both in me and around me. The Lion of the tribe of Judah is roaring through me. The Word of God and my pen is my sword. I roar with it and score with it. The stories I suggested for you to read will let you know I am now both a man of peace and a man of war. If you have taken them to heart, please join me in this End-Time battle. I would be encouraged to know you have. The Lord has just dialed your number. Don’t put Jesus on “hold.” Peter Laue 965 Cloud Cap Ave. Pagosa Springs, Colorado 81147, USA Sitemap    |    E-mail Us    |    Contents All writings by Peter, the Lord's Scribe and Storyteller and all paintings by Rebekah, the Lord's artist are copyright free.