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Matthew 6:24-34 (NKJV)

24 "No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.

25 "Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

28 "So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

31 "Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

I have shared many times about the first church that I was called in to. The year was 1976 and I believe that it was around the last half of the year when I moved up to East Lansing Michigan.

I had an unusual encounter with Jesus and He spoke to me, "John, leave Detroit, move to Lansing and go learn about me."

Well, I was a street kid most of my life that dropped out of High School in the tenth grade. Later, I pretty much finished my third year of secular college, had gone two full years to a couple of Bible Schools, two trade schools and was sent by one employer to finish a management training class for a major retailer. My six thousand dollar Machinist Course, was paid for from the government, my twenty five hundred dollar Truck Driving School was paid for by my employer, and the major retailer paid my four to six week management training course. As far as my secular schooling and my Bible School training, I paid those. When I attended Bible School, I had to also pay to move and get settled in another state. In almost every case, I had to work at least one job to put myself through school and to move across the country, as I did. On occasion I received a Pell Grant or two for my secular college.

I mention these to point out the fact that it was hard work, but it was also the Lord Jesus Christ who alone supported me and saw me through. It was God who provided the two jobs in Phoenix the summer before I went to a school in Tulsa. It was the Lord who opened the door, and landed me a job at a major Hotel in Detroit while using my background of cooking experience, right before I took it upon myself to move to California to attend a Bible School.

It was the Lord who opened the door to take a paid Machinist Course, having been laid off from General Motors. It was the Lord who opened a door when I moved to Texas and was hired and worked for a few years as a machinist.

It was God and I believe the reason why all of these doors opened for me was because of my simple "Faith," in God, that should I attempt to do something, He will back me up.

In other words, the scripture that I posted above has been the scripture and the basis of my "Faith" that has allowed me to trust in God for my provision.

What is truly sad, however, is that the scripture has no basis for this generation of churches. You see, it has been negated by our leaders because they want to teach the tithe as a legalistic doctrine in the church. They want to preach that by "tithing" you are entitled. The church has become much like the "Left" in the political realm. For example, they don't believe in "borders."

All are welcome within the four walls of the church, so long as you vote according to their party. You are entitled,

Once you join, then you don't have to fear the devour. You over come by obedience to paying the tithe.

Why would you need to over come by the blood or the word of your testimony, or a simple "Faith," in a God who desires above all things to become your Father?

Hey, once you drop that protection money in an envelope, God becomes your "Goomba."

For some reason I like saying this word. Many times, I can tell when a paper is inspired by God because he will give me a "word" that I have never used before. The other day, this word came to mind, so I looked it up in the dictionary. It means "the mafia" or someone involved with the mafia.

Who needs a loving Father, right?

The "Goombah" is taking care of the church here in America, haven't you heard?

Yea, just pay the protection money and He will break the fingers or perhaps, an arm or two, of any one that dare touch your finances?

We all should have a Goombah!

After all, were the church!

I mentioned my first church though, because it was during those few years where I learned to have a personal Faith in Jesus.

I remember my first few months up there when I began to study the Bible. I had read the New Testament, a few years before, but it didn't mean much. Now, I was attending public services of this community, hearing sermons, and was developing a personal relationship with Jesus, because I was "Born Again and Spirit Filled." I was freely speaking in a supernatural language that had been given to me from God.

There was a song, however, that worded the scripture that I have posted above.

For some reason, every time that I sang it though, it became very personal, as it affected my emotions. I use to love singing this particular praise song, as it just seemed to reaffirm God's deep and personal love for me as an individual.

It was a classic in the Charismatic renewal and if you heard it, you would understand.

It started with a beautiful melody and it began, "Seek yeeee first the.. Kingdom of God...."

This particular scripture in its fullness reflected a God who loved me and who had given some profound statements concerning me, so long as I met the conditions.

What were the conditions?

They were to love God, trust God and to follow Jesus, with the benefit of never having to worry...

Well, I can attest that even though we sometimes fail to meet the conditions God is still Faithful.

Of all of the scriptures that amazed me, this was the one in particular that brought me into a closer relationship with Jesus. It was a scripture that Jesus had recited for His followers from the Sermon on the Mount.

You see, I had done some things that I was not proud of as a child and a teenager. I had shop lifted and stole. I was always ashamed of this fact because it is a very lowly thing to take from another person.

My earthly Father was a good Catholic man, and he use to say, "The lowest person on Earth was a sneak thief."

And my father lived a righteous life according to the Catholic law, that he was taught since a child. He was a good man, but he never was properly taught about who Jesus was. He was always fair to his workers and treated them with the greatest respect no matter their color or situation in life.

I never understood why he felt so strongly about stealing, but his words had a great effect on my conscience.

Having lived forty years observing the church, however, I can now understand his logic a little better. It is a shameful thing to have lived your life at the expense of another person, and especially when the other person is just trying to get by in life.

This is a true mystery to me though, as I have witnessed so many in church leadership who have no conscience and are guilty of this sin. I believe many have seared their consciences and as I said, simply believe that they are entitled?

Somehow, by becoming a pastor or leader they were given a right to collect dues for God to use for themselves?

Of course, I am not talking of all, but I have seen too much in my life that it sickens me to no end.

Have you any idea why a man would choose to Shepherd God's sheep like that?

Well, Jesus warned against them and Paul spent years fighting them, so it really shouldn't be such a mystery.

One of my first encounters with one of these men happened after leaving my first church. I took a job in a Drop Forge, and evangelize and got a man baptized in the Holy Spirit. I introduced him to a like "sister church" in the city and then I started attending. One night at a Cell group though, the "Shepherd" as they were called, ask for this mans tithe along with mine. I handed the man a check, but my friend told the guy that he had left his on his dresser.

Well, there in front of the entire group of married couples, single people whom ever, this so called "shepherd" began to belittle, embarrass, and demean my friend.

I responded by quoting scripture which refuted the twisted scripture that this man was using to Lord it over another man. When he wanted to argue, I as much as told him that we are not going to argue anything, but we are going to go before his four elders who ran the community.

His four Elders for some reason didn't meet with me, but one of the leaders who was assigned as shepherd over that man did. He had no choice, but to agree with me and apologize, yet nothing really changed. They were just very careful when they asked for the tithe, if I were present.

Well, I think that I have been getting off my subject. Three years before that incident, I was a baby Christian in my first community and I came across that scripture.

You have to picture it, I am amazed at what it says.

I can't believe what it says, I must have asked God?

"God, does this really mean what you say it means?"

Lord, I have had a fear of "lack" my entire life , and you are telling me that you will meet my needs for the rest of my life, if I follow you?"

Well, as I have stated, I just believed that that was what Jesus said, and that was what Jesus meant.

A number of years ago, I was driving a truck and somehow I developed an umbilical hernia. I hadn't had medical insurance in years, was not making enough to enroll in an insurance plan and had no idea how I was ever going to be healed of it. When asked by my brother, I just told him that somehow God would take care of it. Each year, as a truck driver you have to go through a physical and had it been serious to where a doctor noticed it, I would have lost my CDL. Also, I was fortunate to be able to go to the doctor of my choosing, so I had listened to a referral or two from some other truck drivers.

I am not sure how long that I had it, but it got worse and worse to where something had to be done. I was picking up trucks out of Laredo and delivering them across country, so I decided to move my stuff in storage from Georgia to Houston.

One day, I was listening to the radio and I heard an advertisement about free hernia surgery, should you qualify. You were to take part in a government sponsored program that tested a new drug to replace morphine on the battlefield.

Well, I made an appointment for a week or two later, brought the hundred dollars to the appointment as a good faith gesture that I was serious, went to the appointment, had an interview and was scheduled for Hernia surgery four weeks away.

The surgery went fine, and the entire ordeal only cost me one hundred dollars.

There was no co payment, no nothing, it was bip bam boom, and I was back in a truck the next week driving across country.

Around two years ago, I had to quit my driving because I developed a "Sleep Apnea" disorder. One day I was fine just going to a clinic to get my blood pressure meds filled, and the next thing I knew, I was made aware of a number of medical problems.

Among them was a re-occurrence of Hepatitis, that I had had as a teen ager. Somehow, this had developed again in my system. Again, I was without health insurance.

Because of my Sleep Apnea, I was forced to quit driving, so I likened it to a disability. I mean, if a guy is a roofer and he breaks his leg, then he is considered disabled, right?

Well, I was a truck driver forced to quit driving due to a medical disorder, so I considered it a disability. I had already choose to accept early retirement, yet it didn't pay my full Social Security.

For the next year, I spent hours and hours going through papers , filling out forms and fighting for Disability. I couldn't begin to tell you how many people told me that you will never get disability on your first submission. I was told over and over that I would never get it and that I would have to get a lawyer and have to appeal it.

Meanwhile, I was literally sleeping in a storage facility that I had half converted to an apartment. Nevertheless, I was determined to fight Social Security for what I believed that I was entitled to. When told that I would have to get a lawyer, I would reply, "No, I am not going to get one, I am going to win my disability without one."

It was maybe a year later when I got the letter that I was turned down for disability.

Now, you have to understand, I was listening to God and believing that I was following the Holy Spirit. I just had a "gut" feeling that I was going to receive it on my first application.

In fact, I was so convinced that I was following God, I got angry when I received that letter. I had stated over and over that I would not get a lawyer, but that letter made me righteously indignant and angry. And part of that reason was because from what I was hearing, the fact that nobody ever won on the first application made me start to feel as if it was a scam set up by lobbyists, in order to benefit lawyers somehow.

Well, I was mad, they were telling me that I couldn't drive due to a disability, yet another agency of the government was claiming that it wasn't a disability. I could drive, but the government wouldn't let me, therefore, I considered it a disability through no fault of my own.

So, I said, "Alright, I'll get a lawyer."

I got a phone book and found one of these shark lawyers that you see on TV every day, and I called him.

At first they didn't want to take the case, but my persistence somehow landed me a "shark lawyer."

I spoke to a para legal once or twice and they suggested that I start to visit a doctor for verification of my disorder.

Well, I told them, I don't have the money to start seeing a doctor concerning the Sleep Apnea, yet I have it already diagnosed by a couple of medical doctors. At this she informed me of a program that treats certain individuals with free Health Care.

It was maybe two weeks later though, when I received a letter from Social Security in Chicago, from some kind of "Appeal Department."

They had looked again at my case and decided to approve my disability. This placed me "par" on a wage that I would've received had I waited until I was sixty five. Unfortunately, I didn't receive any retroactive pay, but the extra money helped me tremendously.

My TV lawyer was never needed.

The Holy Spirit was my lawyer, who had arranged the success of the case and led me to a program of free health care.

Meanwhile, I had this case of active hepatitis enzymes, that had to be treated. I applied to this agency that my lawyer informed me about concerning the free health care and was accepted. One of the things that they did was to enroll me in a drug program that would cure this case of hepatitis. The program cost upwards of one hundred thousand dollars and you basically took ninety pills each one worth approximately one thousand dollars.

I couldn't help but laugh every time that I picked up my medication each month. I would go to my box get my medication open the envelope and place the bottle in my pocket where I was assured that I wouldn't lose them.

Have you ever walked down the street carrying a little jar of pills worth thirty thousand dollars in your pocket?

It's just a funny feeling. Anyway, I finished my treatment and I am free from that sickness. You see, the birds of the air neither sow nor reap, nor even gather into barns, yet your Father takes care of them, How much more is He concerned about your health?

Had I been tithing, I probably would have had a contract from God and been responsible for a twenty per cent co-pay?

No, my debt was paid in full, just as on Calvary.

And "No, it wasn't my Goombah who was taking care of me and watching over me, it was a God who I have come to respect as my Father in heaven."

And it is not because I tithe, but it is because I have an understanding of the God who created the universe and who desires children who will put their Faith in him and to trust Him as a Father.

This is known as "the freedom that we have in Christ."

I do not have to worry if I miss a payment to my "Goombah."

During the time that I was living in that storage unit, there was one time when I had found that somehow a bug infestation had incurred in my unit. I had to literally pull everything out of the unit and individually clean it all. There were tools, electronics, you name it, I wiped down and cleaned every thing. I must have lugged probably fifty to a hundred pounds of clothes to the local laundry mat and washed everything that I had owned. Some had even been sitting in boxes for a few years sealed, yet I washed it all.

After the ordeal though, I decided to go and spend about fifty to a hundred dollars in buying new plastic totes for every thing.

I must have had the neatest storage unit in the entire yard when the hurricane swept through. I had decided to fly out and to visit my brother in Georgia, but I was monitoring the situation from Georgia. When I got back I knew that the water had risen a few feet in my unit and I wasn't looking forward to when I would have to face the damage.

Well, when I finally came back after maybe ten days, I opened my storage and was amazed. You see, as the water level rose in my unit my storage totes either floated or were built and situated in such a way that water wouldn't seep in. I suffered very little damage.

Of course, had I not had that bug infestation a few weeks before the hurricane, I would have lost every thing.

But, God who literally clothes the grass of the field was protecting me and my belongings because He is my Father and not my Goombah.

Have you ever walked through an inner city trying to find a place to rest your head, where it looks as if it is a scene out of the "Night of the Living Dead?"

I have and God has never failed to provide a place for me to lay my head. I mean, I am talking about one night in particular where Crack addicts, and junkies were walking around literally as Zombies, I swear one or two, I think, even had their arms stretched out? I often think of that night with a fond remembrance.

Could I tell you why?

Well, it was because I finally had found a real nice place by some bushes to lay down and to catch some sleep. I slept like a baby that night and that is all that I can remember other than the fact that I had a supernatural peace.

But, you see, it wasn't because I had been paying a "Goombah" for protection, but it was more because I had a relationship with my Father who is in heaven.

I couldn't begin to tell of all the places and incidents where Jesus was right there with me. Where the Lord had supernaturally stepped in to assist me, as I was on the road.

After a while, however, the supernatural just begins to become a part of your life. This is what God intended for man, but the modern church is robbing the children of the experiences.

What I fear has happened in the church is that we have birthed a generation or two of "some what" believers who think that in following Jesus you get to a level of "Faith," where you can freely afford to tithe and from then on you wait for your blessings to come in. And, if you really dare to go greater in the kingdom, then you increase your giving or tithing by three tenths of a per cent, until next year where you are hoping to increase it another one tenth of a per cent, minus the cost of the envelope and of course the stamp, unless of course you drop it in the basket, which in turn you might add that to your alms giving at the end of the year where you help the poor at Christmas, lest you per chance forgot around Thanksgiving?

No, there has to be other ways to teach "Faith." And I am talking here to the many pastors and leaders who have a similar teaching such as I just mentioned. In other words, to about half of the known clergy in the United States.

Well, I am sure that many of these same people have ridiculed me for a few of the supernatural events that I have experienced and written about. I suppose it is like the gift of tongues, almost every expert on tongues in Christendom has never experienced it, yet they consider themselves professors and expert theologians?

In the kingdom of God there are secrets not meant to be cast before swine. This is the reason why there are things experienced though not always mentioned. You ask then, why I have mentioned a few of these supernatural incidents. It is because when I write, many times, I feel the anointing of the Holy Spirit. Sometimes, it is just as strong as if I were in a worship atmosphere. The apostle Paul wrote of things that a follower of Jesus might experience, yet he described them as what "yet no eye has seen nor ear heard."

Therefore, on an occasion or two, I might write about something supernatural and unheard of, as I am led to by the Holy Spirit. Many times, I have a sense though and I know the purpose of the Spirit of God's urging. It is because the church has all but really done away with the supernatural. I am going to be writing about this in another paper.

Lastly, before I end this paper I would like to mention that in all these things, I have stored up rewards in heaven for obeying and trusting God as my Father. I will have the run of the house because God will recognize me as a child who has always put my trust in Him as the Father.

I was just reminded of something, as I went out to eat. Once, I heard a Baptist preacher at the "Charismatic Bible Ministries Conference," one year. He was at the time the third richest man in Australia. He shared with the conference about his Gold covered Rolls Royce or Bentley. Later in the sermon though, he shared another fact.

He stated, "A lot of men ask why I only have one pair of shoes, so I tell them."

His answer: "Because I only have one pair of feet."

You see, this man knew how to handle the money that God had entrusted him with.

He was not covetous.

In America, however, the church has been deceived to follow men that have perverted knowledge and scriptures to their own financial benefit. And as I have been warning for thirty or more years, the worst thing that these men did was to place themselves up as examples in the church.

The apostle Paul backed by the person of the Holy Spirit wrote in scripture to Timothy, "Follow me, as I follow Christ."

I don't see any where that he wrote, follow me as I follow Christ, or until you can find a leader in the church who can help you to gather riches by using scripture and by looking really cool and holy.

One day, we will all stand before Jesus and He isn't going to judge your "Faith" according to what you had believed for on the earth.

No, it will matter little as to what you believed for on the earth because He will be telling many, "Sorry, it wasn't 'Faith,' you had but it was greed fueled by your coveting."


For I again fear for many who will one day arrive in heaven expecting huge rewards, and God will have to tell them, "Oh, you have no rewards in heaven, because I was to you a 'Goombah' while you were on earth."

Or perhaps, he might tell another, "Sorry, but I was nothing more than an unlimited Credit Card to you."



Or who knows, He could say anything, He might even say something like this:


Matthew 25:41-46 The Message Bible

41-43 "Then he will turn to the ‘goats,’ the ones on his left, and say, ‘Get out, worthless goats! You’re good for nothing but the fires of hell. And why? Because

I was hungry and you gave me no meal,

I was thirsty and you gave me no drink,

I was homeless and you gave me no bed,

I was shivering and you gave me no clothes,

Sick and in prison, and you never visited.’

44 "Then those ‘goats’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or homeless or shivering or sick or in prison and didn’t help?’

45 "He will answer them, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you failed to do one of these things to someone who was being overlooked or ignored, that was me—you failed to do it to me.’

46 "Then those ‘goats’ will be herded to their eternal doom, but the ‘sheep’ to their eternal reward."



Post Script:  I wrote this paper throughout the day, and felt a few times, as if the Lord wanted me to mention Peter Daniels. I had started writing again and then went out for dinner. I had almost finished it without mentioning Mr. Daniels, and then I was reminded of him again during dinner. When I mentioned him, I was still writing and really hadn't recalled that day's encounter with the man. Even now, I was just reminded that I had caught the man after his speech in a hall at the Mabee Center and had asked the man to pray for me.
When I asked him to pray for me, I was not interested in attaining some kind of "rich" anointing, a mantle of prosperity, or any thing to do with finances.
The reason why I ask him to pray for me and lay hands on me was because he had a perseverance, a stability and a tenacity about him that I had failed to see in any of our modern day preachers. More than that though, I recognized in him a righteousness that had long been lost in the modern day Charismatic church.
I was amazed after hearing a man espouse such righteousness as an individual. I stated that he was a preacher, but he was not a preacher, he was a businessman that was Baptist. 
At the time, he was asked to speak at the ICBM, he had had little contact with Charismatic preachers. I remember him sharing this.
Someone introduced him to Dr Roberts though and they had become good friends, so when they ask him to speak at the ICBM, he was more than happy to.
(I believe that I am telling the story as I had heard it.)
Nonetheless, Oral Roberts had a righteousness about him that endeared many men to believe in him as a sincere man.
The other day, I was listening to a tape of Dr Roberts, and I was astounded at the kind of relationship that he had had with Jesus. This was a man who suffered, probably more than anyone of that generation, simply for his obedience to Christ. And only heaven knows the influence and all of the things that this man had accomplished.
Well, as I listened to Peter Daniels tell his testimony, I was astounded.
When I heard Peter Daniels speak of his life and beliefs, such as only owning one pair of shoes, I was enthralled.
When I heard him urge individuals to not just come out of a "cookie cutter" mold of Christianity, I was inspired.
This was a man quite unlike any Charismatic preacher who I had heard. And in fact, the man was a Baptist, something that at the time, I had little respect for.
My how things can change in just a few years.
But here was a man who could have come to America to show up every preacher in that house.
I mean, every year, these hundreds of preachers would meet for this yearly conference of the most recognized Charismatic leaders in America,
If you were anybody in ministry, you wanted to come and share stories, trade business cards and exaggerate about all that you had accomplished that particular year before. Of course, many opted to drive there rather than to fly, how else were they going to showcase their newest luxury cars.
If you were one of the Trustees, surely you were there to talk about or show off your latest Private Jet, Yacht, or perhaps pictures of your latest Mansion or new home. This was just the way it was in the nineties Charismatic church.
Well, in walks this business man from Australia and he is introduced at the podium and then the meeting is turned over to him. He begins sharing his life story and about how he was born in poverty. He goes to school or is sent to school and the teachers believe that he is mentally challenged or something. He continues to share about a few of life's cruelties that he had suffered and then tells a story about when he either was encouraged or when he started reading the Bible and found Jesus, I forget exactly.
Anyway, during his sermon he shares about having simple common sense, thriftiness and doing unto others, such as helping the poor or encouraging children from the ghetto.
Well, can you imagine that?
He is a speaker to all of the major "Players," in the Charismatic ministry of America. These men who the Chinese, the Koreans and all of the other nations of the world have placed on pedestals and have imagined them to be great modern day living Prophets and Apostles.
I mean, "Hey, aren't these guys all on TV?
Aren't they so blessed and spiritual that God has amply supplied each one with their own Private Jet?
Surely, should God need to fly one of these great Apostle or Prophets off to give a 'word,' won't they each have their own Private Jet to answer the call?
"Why look at Brother so and so, God supplied him with four private Jets, I guess that is if God needs to send him out in the winter when the Jets are harder to start, I guess?"
So anyway, there is this humbled man from Australia who was like the third richest man in the country. He looks out upon all of these preachers who have used their riches that were gathered from the people of God. These men who have rewritten the doctrine in the church to  and to justify just such a life style.
I am sure that Mr Daniels, had been introduced to quite a few of these fellows, and I am sure that each person who had the honor of meeting him couldn't wait to brag upon their various material goods.
"Oh, so you are going to be the speaker tonight, I thought that it was going to be Brother Blowhard, but he opted out did he? You see, normally I would have been informed by the cell phone in my Lincoln, but I forgot that I had put that in the shop. Why, the missus and me, we decided to pull the Bentley out instead, and we haven't had time to install a phone in that one."
And then another Brother Trustee pulls up, "Hey, I can't talk right now, I got an emergency call concerning my three acre swimming pool back home in Georgia that I have to take care of. I'll see you at the meeting though."
Well, after Mr Daniels had been properly introduced to enough of them, he asks to take a nap?
He shows up at the meeting and one of his main themes that he wants to get across to all of these powerful Apostle and Prophets is that, "I only own one pair of shoes."
He says, I get the same question from men in the ministry from all parts of the world, they all want to know, "Why Peter, for God's sake Peter, Please tell us Peter, it is killing us, Why, Why, Peter do you happen to only own one pair of shoes when your financial wealth is like two and a half billion dollars?
(The man spoke sometime in the early nineties, and I don't know his worth back then, but I just googled him and his present wealth is at three billion dollars.)
 Again, another five or ten American preachers come out of the wood work, "Yea, why is it, Why do you only own one pair of shees, are ye touched or someding?"
And the businessman and speaker finally answers all these great and glorious powerful preachers born out of the Charismatic and word /Faith churches.
He says, "cause God only gave me two feet."
"And they all went away sad," for some strange reason?  

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