Home     |     Sitemap     |     Contents Peter - Let it Rip! January 1, 2021 My quiver is full of arrows (Isaiah 49:1-3); and my pockets are full of smooth stones. They are not heat-seeking missiles. They are giant-seeking missiles. I will explain. The events are real and personal. Names have been omitted. I am penning these words nearly fifty years after a night that changed my life forever. I have had time to sort through the nightmarish events and am able to see both God's hand the devil's hand in it. The battle for my soul has been long and fierce. The devil and the world tried to take me out. The devil and the world did not succeed. Jesus won! I was sleeping or trying to sleep next to this lovely lady, the bride of my youth. I had been sleeping next to her for many years and became the father of two wonderful sons. One night, in the middle of the night, I was compelled to get up and rush to my prayer closet in the far corner of the house. I prayed mightily in my prayer language for a breakthrough about our undiagnosed and tense relationship. When I stepped out of my prayer closet, two men in white uniforms were in the living room, ready to take me to emergency. My wife was filled with fear and concern, sure I had lost my mind when she heard me praying in tongues. She had called our pastor, a doctor and a neighbor. They all assured her that she was making the right decision to call an ambulance. She did not call God for help because she did not know Him. Our conversation was brief before I stepped into the ambulance. She said, "I am not going to play second fiddle to your Jesus any longer. If I am not number one, we are done. I would work my fingers to the bone for you if you were battling cancer, but I am not going to compete with your God that I have never met, cannot see and cannot hear.” It was a long time before I was able to pray, say, write and mean it, "Lord, have mercy on the wife of my youth as you have had mercy on me. She did not know what she was saying or doing." There was a supernatural calm upon my soul. I knew I had broken through when I had prayed. I allowed the ambulance attendants to take me to emergency. I even told them about Jesus. Deep down inside I knew that Jesus was in control. I am not faulting anyone any longer although I did at first. I had to wait till daybreak before a doctor talked to me. I was calm and poised. I explained what I believed prompted my wife to call an ambulance. He said, "There is nothing wrong with you. You don't need a psychiatrist. I can't admit you. You and your wife need to see a family counselor." When I returned to our home the next day, all the doors were locked, but I happened to have the keys in my pocket. My wife and boys were gone. I packed a few belongings and escaped to a safe place. A few days later I received divorce papers. When I heard this song by Glenn Campbell I wept and wept. YOU GAVE ME A MOUNTAIN Born in the heat of the desert, My mother died giving me life. Deprived of the love of a father, Blamed for the loss of his wife. You know, Lord, I've been in a prison For something that I never done. It's been one hill after another, But I've climbed them all one by one. This time, Lord, you gave me a mountain, A mountain I may never climb. It isn't a hill any longer, You gave me a mountain this time. My woman got tired of the hardships, Tired of the grief and the strife, She's tired of working for nothing, Tired of being my wife. She took my one ray of sunshine, She took my pride and my joy, She took my reason for living, She took my small baby boy. Here is the sucker punch that nearly pushed me over the edge. Both a psychiatrist and our pastor told my wife that praying in tongues is "gibberish." Little did they know that praying in tongues was and still is my principal weapon to do spiritual warfare. No wonder the devil, the world and some of the churches hate it so much. A few years later I read the book "YES, LORD" by Harald Bredesen. It assured me that praying in tongues was a "God-thing." Years later I befriended another pastor. We would occasionally have lunch together. He gave me the keys to his church. I could go there any time and pray my heart out. One day it so happened that painters were painting the outside of the church. They saw me walk up and down the aisles of the church and heard me praying in my prayer language. The next day the elders of the church wasted no time telling the pastor that they did not want me to have a key to the church. A little later they dismissed the pastor. To be diagnosed mentally ill was painful and is humbling, but it was part of my journey in Christ. I do not fault God or anyone else. If the world and the devil wants to label someone insane, so be it. We can refuse to wear that label. I refused. I also refused to be medicated. I threw away those crutches. I learned that medication can turn us into compliant dummies and wimps. It silences our conversation with the Holy Spirit. Yes, the world, the devil and the church shot themselves in the foot when it messed with me and tried to silence me. Fighting a very real devil and this world's agendas has made me into a crusader. The battle is the Lord's. The victory is the Lord's. The glory is the Lord's. The Lion of the Tribe of Judah in Peter prevailed-Rev. 5:5. He will always prevail! I have kept much of my pain and anguish under wraps for nearly fifty years. The damn finally burst. I am voicing my grievances at the courts of heaven and the courts on earth. I have emptied my quiver full of sharp arrows and my pocket full of smooth stones. Today I am playing the part of another shepherd boy whose name was David. He killed Goliath with one of those smooth stones. Yes, these words will expose and explode many lies and kill many giants. These words will snowball into a mighty avalanche. It will burry God's enemies. It will silence them. Yes, it will! I am eighty-seven. God has given me a shepherd girl as my handmaiden and helper. We have been married for fortyseven years and have been in many spiritual campaigns together. This might be our final campaign, our last battle. I am asking God to use these words to take down every seminary, every church and every institution of higher learning that discredits the Word of God by claiming that praying in tongues is "gibberish." In the name of Jesus I speak the word "Ichabod" over them which means: "God's glory has departed." I never entered the church again that wanted their key back. According to God's Book, we can't call anyone an idiot or crazy and get away with it. Is there anyone out there who will crusade alongside of me? 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.