People who inspire me in one way or the other — Keith Green

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I didn’t know anything about Keith Green or his music until I met my husband. We received the little booklets of his ministry through the mail and I devoured them. It was then, that I began to get a better understanding of the true calling of the Christian. We read the book “No Compromise” on Keith’s life. The main thing that stood out to me was when he had concerts he did not charge people. He trusted that God would meet his needs. Such a contrast with today’s profiters of the Gospel!

I found this in my drafts today from a few years back. I put up today, in hopes that he will inspire you as he has me.


Brigitte Gabriel: Radical Islam — The Plan to Destroy America from Within


I’ve been familiar with this woman for some time now. Her story is a remarkable one. She explains how she grew up Christian in Lebanon and what she and other Christians went through. America truly has no clue what is trying to rear it’s ugly head.

Her story is a graphic one. She warns us.

And to think our government is helping fund those who desire not only the downfall of other nations, but ours too!

Do not become so complacent that you think this can never happen in your own backyard.

The Church in America better wake up.


People who have inspired me in one way or the other — Earthmother (AKA Nell Marsh)


Earth mother (aka) Nell Marsh began her ministry in the late 1960’s or the early 70’s. She began her work for the Lord by going to a park and passing out sandwiches to hippies. She later began visiting prisoners sharing the Gospel with them.

I first met Earth Mother not long after I was born-again. I had spent the night with a friend and taken a powerful drug — THC, and the effects would not wear off. The next day, I was still hallucinating and on the edge of freaking out. I had one Christian friend at the time. The friend who prayed me out of the darkness and Occult and prayed me into the Kingdom of Light. Not wanting to go home because of fear my parents would find out I was higher than a kite, I called this friend. She came and picked me up and took me to meet Earth Mother.

At the time, Earth Mother had two houses. One for men and one for women. My friend took me to the women’s house. We pulled up on the street and I see this grey haired woman come walking down the sidewalk from the house with one of the most sincere smiles I had ever seen. She radiated. Immediatedly I felt uncomfortable. I expected judgment. She gave me none. Instead she welcomed me and asked me to come in. Reluctantly, I walked behind her still hallucinating, seeing flashes of water being splashed in my face.

We enter the house and I meet other young woman. Women who had decided to live there. They were telling me how wonderful it was, how being in the house had changed their life. Being with other believers, being fed the Word of God, learning how to pray, etc. I shook my head as if I understood. But I did not. This was the most intimidating thing I had come across! More intimidating than the bikers I got some dope off one time who I had gone back to and told them I wanted my money back cause their dope wasn’t any good! You should have seen their faces. I didn’t know if they were going to throw me out or what. But I did get my money back. More intimidating than going somewhere with a strange man I had not known long, miles from nowhere to a friend of his. When we got there I felt evil in my midst. I sensed he, his friend, and a woman who were there had plans for me and it was not good. It was miles from home, out in the boonies somewhere and this man even said something along the line, “Just think, we could do anything we wanted to you and no one would know it.” Panic rose up in me but I did not allow myself to show it. I quietly began to call on God to help me. I called this man’s bluff by acting bored with what he said and put my cigarette out in the glass of whiskey he was drinking. He looked down at me and said something like, “Hey, you’re ok.” Eyeing a guitar in the room, I went on to distract them even further by saying as nonchalently as possible, “Hey, who plays the guitar here?” Turns out it was the woman and then she asked if I played. I said sure do and she offered me her guitar and I played a few songs I had written. I don’t remember much about the rest of that night. Obviously they did not kill me or anything because I’m still here. Thank you, Jesus! Then there was that awful time when I had gone out to a bar with a friend and we became seperated and she went home thinking I had left. What a mess that was. I ended up allowing myself to be driven home by two men I did not know because I was too scared to call my dad! How stupid is that?! When the driver started taking “short cuts” that did not look familiar to me at all, I was certain they were going to take me somewhere and do God knows what. I was so relieved when we finally pulled up in my driveway. I went in and my body practically collapsed out of fear. All I could do was thank God I got home safely.

Yes, meeting Earthmother and being in that house intimidated the heck out of me. It wasn’t because of anything they said or did, but because of me. I still had some areas that needed deliverance, areas of darkness in me, and that light, that wonderful beautiful all knowing Light of God was just letting me see the difference between light and dark. Even though I did not understand it at the time, I did not hate that light.

Earthmother prayed for me, talked with me. Can not remember much of the conversation, but I do remember her trying to talk me into coming to stay with them. I told her no, making all kind of excuses, giving her many reasons. I don’t remember anything else about that day, other than seeing a guitar with no strings. I left a five dollar bill so the guitar player (whoever she was) could buy some guitar strings.

That was my first meeting with Earthmother. Years later after meeting my husband-to-be, I found out he knew her. She even came to our wedding.

My father, being an upholsterer, met her and did some work for her in the house she and the young men lived in. She impressed him greatly and he told me, “Babe, she’s the real deal.” He hadn’t much liked church people up until then because of the way they treated his mother after he lost his dad at 6 years old. But when he met Earthmother he saw the real thing and from then on was more open to the Gospel.

Earthmother had the best Bible studies in the city. My husband and I sometimes would go on Friday nights and the house was full of young men who had either gotten out of prison or who had come there on their own to live. There were men there who could play instruments and they led worship. She asked me to bring my guitar and sometimes I did. We would sing and have the best time of fellowhip. Most of the time, she gave the teaching. They were always thought provoking, chocked full of the Word of God, challenging, spoken with such love you could not help believe God loved you so much through one person. Sitting there with all those young men, black and white, in search of God’s truth was a thing to behold. She fed us all nothing but the Word of God.

When she had a need of any kind, financial or other, she did not let it always be known. She simply went to her prayer closet and told the Father what she needed. Whether it was food, funds to pay the electric bill, etc. God supplied everything she needed. Sometimes right at the last minute.

She didn’t care much for the acceptance of man nor did she need man’s approval. One time, Pat Robertson from the 700 club found out about her minstry and he wanted her to come on his show. She told him no, she was too busy for that sort of thing, that she was not looking for the applause of man and that her reward was in heaven, not on this earth.

It’s even been said that Mick Jagger called her! Of course a lot of us thought how cool, Mick Jagger called Earthmother for help. I asked her about that a few years ago and she said what had happened was she had received a phone call from someone who said they were Mick Jagger. Of course she had no idea if it were really him or not. It could have been someone playing a prank or, who knows… maybe it was. Either way, it wouldn’t have mattered to her one way or the other. She did not esteem anyone higher than the next and would speak to everyone the same. I think that is just one reason we all loved her and still love her all these years. She has a way of making you feel like you matter to God no matter who you are and what you’ve done.

A long time has passed since I met this remarkable woman of God  over 35 years ago. I’m much older now and Earthmother is in her 90’s by now.

I still talk to her every now and then, though it has been a while. And yes, I still call her Earthmother.

You can find a video of this beautiful woman here:

Earthmother | Kentucky Time Capsule | KET Video.

Corrie Ten Boom on the Rapture of the Church

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“The world is deathly ill.  It is dying.  The Great Physician has already signed the death certificate.  Yet there is still a great work for Christians to do.  They are to be streams of living water, channels of mercy to those who are still in the world.  It is possible for them to do this because they are overcomers.

Christians are ambassadors for Christ.  They are representatives from Heaven to this dying world.  And because of our presence here, things will change.

My sister, Betsy, and I were in the Nazi concentration camp at Ravensbruck because we committed the crime of loving Jews.  Seven hundred of us from Holland, France, Russia, Poland and Belgium were herded into a room built for two hundred.  As far as I knew, Betsy and I were the only two representatives of Heaven in that room.

We may have been the Lord’s only representatives in that place of hatred, yet because of our presence there, things changed.  Jesus said, “In the world you shall have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”  We too, are to be overcomers – bringing the light of Jesus into a world filled with darkness and hate.

Sometimes I get frightened as I read the Bible, and as I look in this world and see all of the tribulation and persecution promised by the Bible coming true.  Now I can tell you, though, if you too are afraid, that I have just read the last pages.  I can now come to shouting “Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” for I have found where it is written that Jesus said,

“He that overcometh shall inherit all things:
and I will be His God,
and he shall be My son.”

This is the future and hope of this world. Not that the world will survive – but that we shall be overcomers in the midst of a dying world.

Betsy and I, in the concentration camp, prayed that God would heal Betsy who was so weak and sick.
“Yes, the Lord will heal me,”, Betsy said with confidence.
She died the next day and I could not understand it. They laid her thin body on the concrete floor along with all the other corpses of the women who died that day.

It was hard for me to understand, to believe that God had a purpose for all that.  Yet because of Betsy’s death, today I am traveling all over the world telling people about Jesus.

There are some among us teaching there will be no tribulation, that the Christians will be able to escape all this. These are the false teachers that Jesus was warning us to expect in the latter days.  Most of them have little knowledge of what is already going on across the world. I have been in countries where the saints are already suffering terrible persecution.

In China, the Christians were told, “Don’t worry, before the tribulation comes you will be translated – raptured.” Then came a terrible persecution.  Millions of Christians were tortured to death. Later I heard a Bishop from China say, sadly, Since I have already gone through prison for Jesus’ sake, and since I met the Bishop in China, now every time I read a good Bible text I think, “Hey, I can use that in the time of tribulation.”  Then I write it down and learn it by heart.

When I was in the concentration camp, a camp where only twenty percent of the women came out alive, we tried to cheer each other up by saying, “Nothing could be any worse than today.” But we would find the next day was even worse.  During this time a Bible verse that I had committed to memory gave me great hope and joy.

“If ye be reproached for the name of Christ, happy are ye;
for the spirit of glory and of God resteth upon you;
on their part evil is spoken of,
but on your part He is glorified.”

(I Peter 3:14)

I found myself saying, “Hallelujah!
Because I am suffering, Jesus is glorified!”

In America, the churches sing, “Let the congregation escape tribulation”, but in China and Africa the tribulation has already arrived. This last year alone more than two hundred thousand Christians were martyred in Africa. Now things like that never get into the newspapers because they cause bad political relations. But I know. I have been there. We need to think about that when we sit down in our nice houses with our nice clothes to eat our steak dinners. Many, many members of the Body of Christ are being tortured to death at this very moment, yet we continue right on as though we are all going to escape the tribulation.

Several years ago I was in Africa in a nation where a new government had come into power. The first night I was there some of the Christians were commanded to come to the police station to register. When they arrived they were arrested and that same night they were executed. The next day the same thing happened with other Christians. The third day it was the same. All the Christians in the district were being systematically murdered.

The fourth day  I was to speak in a little church. The people came, but they were filled with fear and tension. All during the service they were looking at each other, their eyes asking, “Will this one I am sitting beside be the next one killed? Will I be the next one?”

The room was hot and stuffy with insects that came through the screenless windows and swirled around the naked bulbs over the bare wooden benches. I told them a story out of my childhood.

“When I was a little girl, ” I said, “I went to my father and said,
“Daddy, I am afraid that I will never be strong enough to be a martyr for Jesus Christ.”
“Tell me,” said Father,
“When you take a train trip to Amsterdam,
when do I give you the money for the ticket?
Three weeks before?”

“No, Daddy, you give me the money for the ticket just before we get on the train.”

“That is right,” my father said, “and so it is with God’s strength.
Our Father in Heaven knows when you will need the strength to be a martyr for Jesus Christ.
He will supply all you need – just in time…”

My African friends were nodding and smiling.
Suddenly a spirit of joy descended upon that church and the people began singing,

” In the sweet, by and by,
we shall meet on that beautiful shore.”

Later that week, half the congregation of that church was executed.
I heard later that the other half was killed some months ago.

But I must tell you something. I was so happy that the Lord used me to encourage these people, for unlike many of their leaders, I had the word of God. I had been to the Bible and discovered that Jesus said He had not only overcome the world, but to all those who remained faithful to the end, He would give a crown of life.

How can we get ready for the persecution?

First we need to feed on the Word of God, digest it, make it a part of our being. This will mean disciplined Bible study each day as we not only memorize long passages of scripture, but put the principles to work in our lives.

Next we need to develop a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Not just the Jesus of yesterday, the Jesus of History,
but the life-changing Jesus of today who is still alive
and sitting at the right hand of God.

We must be filled with the Holy Spirit. This is no optional command of the Bible, it is absolutely necessary. Those earthly disciples could never have stood up under the persecution of the Jews and Romans had they not waited for Pentecost. Each of us needs our own personal Pentecost, the baptism of the Holy Spirit. We will never be able to stand in the tribulation without it.

In the coming persecution we must be ready to help each other and encourage each other.
But we must not wait until the tribulation comes before starting.
The fruit of the Spirit should be the dominant force of every Christian’s life.

Many are fearful of the coming tribulation, they want to run. I, too, am a little bit afraid when I think that after all my eighty years, including the horrible Nazi concentration camp, that I might have to go through the tribulation also.
But then I read the Bible and I am glad.

When I am weak, then I shall be strong, the Bible says. Betsy and I were prisoners for the Lord, we were so weak, but we got power because the Holy Spirit was on us. That mighty inner strengthening of the Holy Spirit helped us through. No, you will not be strong in yourself when the tribulation comes. Rather, you will be strong in the power of Him who will not forsake you. For seventy-six years I have known the Lord Jesus and not once has He ever left me, or let me down.

“Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him”, (Job 13:15)

for I know that to all who overcome,
He shall give the crown of life.

– Corrie Ten Boom – 1974

“We have failed.
We should have made the people strong for persecution,
rather than telling them Jesus would come first.
Tell the people how to be strong in times of persecution,
how to stand when the tribulation comes,
– to stand and not faint.”

I feel I have a divine mandate to go and tell the people of this world that it is possible to be strong in the Lord Jesus Christ. We are in training for the tribulation, but more than sixty percent of the Body of Christ across the world has already entered into the tribulation. There is no way to escape it.
We are next.