Merry Christmas

This is being written to account for my time and to acknowledge in boldness that Jesus is Lord. That God is real; and that His servants are alive and well.

−One of the first memories of “the voice” was as a child growing up in Vicenza Italy. I was just learning to ride a bike; and back in those days, we didn’t just get a new bike because we wanted one. We learned to ride on an old bike, and once we mastered it, we were given our own.

This particular time in life, I was doing just that. I was learning to ride on an old bike. It was much bigger than I was (as was the custom in those days) and it was old and rusted.

I rode with ease. I remember my siblings pushing me on the bike to help me accelerate.

During this time, I lived with an Italian family and I attended an Italian school.

I visited my biological family often; however, where they lived was not my home.

The Italian family I lived with were farmers and had relatives who owned the local café.

I was familiar with them as well, and was treated as any child was treated in the community.

I was treated with love.

The café’ had just undergone a renovation. A new glass store front was added, and I remember when the men were working on it.

We often stopped by there in the morning before school to get a hot pastry and some milk or warm coffee. I was very young. I must have been in the first grade by this time.

I started off as usual, at the top of the hill. I decided to ride the bike alone since I felt very confident that I could ride by myself. I straddled the bike, grabbed the handlebars, and moved my legs to walk the bike down the hill.

The bike picked up momentum, so I hopped onto the seat as I was taught to do.

I started riding and accelerating; and I notice that I am headed directly for the café’.

I was headed directly for the new glass store front.

I tried to turn the handlebars, but they were locked and would not move.

I tried to pedal backwards to apply the brakes, as I was taught to do so, but the pedals also locked.

I remember feeling like I was helpless and in danger; and trapped.

“The voice” spoke and said, “tuck your head in”.

Up until this time of life, I had not received any training other than what a child would receive in school, and how to ride a bike that was sizes bigger than me.

As “the voice” spoke, my body obeyed. My arms lifted up off the handlebars; while my head tucked itself in, and my body prepared itself for impact.

I headed straight through the glass storefront. I heard the glass shatter all around me; and immediately, there were hands lifting me up.

I heard the men saying, “don’t worry, it’s ok”; in Italian. I heard the sibling of the Italian family I lived with, come from the kitchen and scream.

The men grabbed her and comforted her as well. She was in shock and came to me. She held me and cried.

There was not a scratch, a cut, nor any injury that I sustained.

As I walk with the Lord Jesus, I am often taken back to that day.

−“The voice” has been with me all of my life here; and even before I knew that I was and that I was alive. It has always been with me.

Growing up, I often spoke with “the voice”; and I still do.

I remember not having anyone to talk to that I could trust; who would speak their truth to me. I remember saying (and not knowing that God was listening) “they want me to do what Jesus did not say”.

I did not understand why we were intentionally disobedient to God.

If God said “no” somehow a leader, a parent, or a friend would say “yes”.

Now, I have decided to check in with the Lord. What did the Lord say?

Moreover; what did mine own Lord say?

Mine wrote me letters.

I believe that there are others who have experienced similar phenomenon and who may not have any one to talk to about it.

Over the years, I have learned to remain silent about it.

When I try to speak, something incomprehensible comes out. It is not understood, and usually, it is not well received.

Even those who say they love the Lord look at me strangely with unbelief; and sometimes, with discontent.

I have more to tell. In His time; I will.

And; yes: He will come for one.

I read the Holy Bible KJV

I read the Holy Bible KJV, and I consider it for my counsel and for my guidance.

It contains the record of John. John was sent by God to bear record of the truth.

I read many books containing therein; especially Genesis, Proverbs, and Daniel (Beloved Daniel).

Many of its books do I read; however, when I find myself at a crossroad, I look to John for clarification. And he leads me back to the truth.

John helped me to find the true Christ.

For Jesus is the Christ.

YeshuaH (not Joshua)

(This is my interpretation of the name)

In quantum physics it is agreed that you can go infinitely to the number 1 and never reach it: and that the only true number is 0; however, with God all things are possible.

− YeshuaH, meaning; certainty and absolute.

− Jesus, meaning; mine own and ours.

Whatsoever you may call Him; that Jesus (the lamb of God who take away the sin of the world): He is the way and the truth and the life.

How did I get to Him?

He received me unto Himself.

How do I prepare?

I worship God in spirit and in truth.

I worship the Father in spirit and in truth.

How do I worship in truth?

I acknowledge what I believe to be true about my own self (even that which I may be ashamed of). I acknowledge this truth in my heart; and I speak this truth if and only it brings about an understanding.

I seek knowledge in the written word of God (KJV); and I accept the correction according to the word of God (KJV); according to the Word.

How do I worship in spirit?

I breathe.

Why?

So I may have life and I may live; Now.

Merry Christmas