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A Miraculous Bottle of Fanta   Leave a comment

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Today I wanted to visit the revival fellowship in Almere, but when I came there I remembered that they were gone on some kind of a retreat. A bit discouraged I walked to the malls in Almere, which was quite a long walk and I used the opportunity to pray (in tongues).

After spending some time shopping and looking for a birthday present for my mom, I went home and while buying the train ticket a man walked to me and asked me if I could buy him a Fanta. ‘yeah, why not’ and we walked to a nearby shop where I could buy a meal and a fanta for him. We sat down and started to talk about Jesus. Surprisingly, he was already telling me that the bible is in his head, and told me a story about Jesus hiding in a cave, with a spider web protecting him from unbelievers.

Anyway, I opened up my English bible and we continued talking about repentance and baptism. Eventually he told me that he was living on the streets because of huge debt and he was just about to get an apartment. He really had childlike faith, and when he was telling me about his asthma problems I told him I could pray and he will be healed, and he agreed on that one. We went outside the shop and I layed my hands on his shoulder, starting to pray: Commanding spirits to leave and restoration on lungs etc.

After praying he was all fired up and told me (‘WOW I FELT HEAT, ALL OVER MY LUNGS!!!’) that he felt warmth in his body, pointing on my body where it was burning. For me this was really a big thing, because it’s been a while ago that I experienced this on the streets. We went into the train station and I could bless him with some money. The funny thing is, that afterwards I could see him walking around, loudly singing songs to Jesus! And even telling others about what happened to him!! God is so good, and the lesson I learned is that God will send you opportunities, just pray for it, and be ready to act as a soldier, not counting giving as loss!

Praise be unto God! And the Lord Jesus Christ! This day I also had a prayer with a catholic man, who was in my opinion under heavy spiritual bondage, having some sickness in his lungs and blood. After prayer he felt things going on in his body. I believe he’s touched by GOD!

“For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.” – 2 Timothy 1:7

A Voyage of Glory!

Deja Vu   2 comments

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25 July 2013

Earlier today I was standing on the side of the road north of Ashton, Idaho. I stood there thumbing for a ride for around two hours. Then this car pulled over onto the shoulder. I put my backpack in the back of the car and got in the front.

The guy who gave me a ride was Nick and he was 23 years old. He was coming from Pocatello, Idaho and heading back to Bozeman, Montana. We talked about a lot of things. He was glad to help out a hitchhiker.

When we were going through this canyon somewhere south of Big Sky, Montana, Nick looked at me and said, “Deja vu.”

I replied, “What?”

“Deja vu. I had a dream this past winter. In the dream, I was driving through some town like Ashton and I picked up this hitchhiker. He was an older guy; I really didn’t see his face. He was wearing a shirt that had North Face printed on it. When I saw the North Face logo on your shirt, I remembered the dream.”

I was wearing a light blue shirt that had the The North Face logo printed on the upper left corner.

I told Nick that his dream and his picking me up in Ashton was a confirmation that we were definitely in God’s will; I was supposed to be in Montana at this time.

I then told Nick that, a number of years ago, I was hitchhiking south of Grangeville, Idaho and this guy picked me up. We were driving through this canyon when he said, “We’ve been here before.”  And then I said, “Deja vu?” He had had a dream a while back where he picked me up hitchhiking; it was a positive dream. We drove all the way to Fruitland, Idaho where he dropped me off.

Nick drove to Four Corners near Bozeman and dropped me off at a gas station. We shook hands and I headed to Belgrade.

The Lord definitely knows how to put people in your path.

Hitchhiking South of Grangeville, Idaho
Getting a Ride with Hans and Joke Grutter
South of Stanley, Idaho

Posted July 26, 2013 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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A History Lesson: Colonel Isaac Barre   12 comments

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Colonel Isaac Barre

[December 2009]

Here are some excerpts from The March of Folly by Barbara W. Tuchman, Chapter Four, “The British Lose America”:

“The Stamp Act, introduced by Grenville in 1765, will be remembered ‘as long as the globe lasts.’ So proclaimed Macaulay in one of his bugle calls to historical grandeur. It was the act, he wrote, destined to ‘produce a great revolution, the effects of …which will long be felt by the whole human race,’ and he blamed Grenville for not foreseeing the consequences. That is hindsight; even the colonies’ agents did not foresee them. But enough information was available to the English to forecast determined resistance by the Americans and prospects of serious trouble.”

“In Parliament, the colonial petitions were rejected unheard on the ground that they concerned a money bill for which petitions were disallowed. Jackson and Garth spoke in the House denying Parliament’s right to tax ‘until or unless the Americans are allowed to send Members to Parliament.’ Rising to answer, the President of the Board of Trade, Charles Townshend, soon to be a critical figure in the conflict, provoked the first moment of excitement in the American drama. Shall the Americans, he asked, ‘children planted by our Arms, shall they grudge to contribute their mite to relieve us from the heavy weight of that burden we lie under?’

“Unable to contain himself, Colonel Isaac Barre, a fierce one-eyed former soldier who had fought with Wolfe and Amherst in America, sprang to his feet. ‘They planted by your Care? No! Your Oppressions planted ’em in America. . . . They nourished up by your Indulgence? They grew up by your neglect of ’em. . . . They protected by your arms? They have nobly taken up arms in your defence. . . . And believe me, and remember that I this day told you so, that same spirit of freedom which actuated that people at first, will acompany them still. . . . They are a people jealous of their liberties and who will vindicate them if ever they should be violated—but the Subject is too delicate and I will say no more.’ These sentiments, recorded Ingersoll, were thrown out so spontaneously, ‘so forcibly and firmly, and the breaking off so beautifully abrupt, that the whole House sat awile as Amazed, intently looking and without answering a Word.’ It may have been the first moment when perhaps a few realized what loomed ahead.

“Barre, who looked on the world with a ‘savage glare’ from a face scarred by the bullet that took out his eye at Quebec, was to become one of the leading defenders of America and orators of the Opposition. Of Huguenot ancestry, born in Dublin and educated at Dublin’s Trinity College (described by the father of Thomas Sheridan as ‘half bear [beer] garden and half brothel’), he had left the Army when his promotion was blocked by the King and was elected to Parliament through the influence of Lord Shelburne, Irish-born like himself. His staunch support of America, joined with that of another champion, of a sort, is commemorated in the town of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania.”

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Isaac Barre
Freedom to Bear Arms
Born Fighting:  How the Scots-Irish Shaped America
John Milton:  Writer and Revolutionary
Regulation Migration:  Gun Companies Continue to Move Operations to Southern States
The Future in Hindsight
REVIEW–Magna Carta: Law, Liberty, Legacy
The Bullet Proof President
They Tortured My Father.  That’s Why I Fight
To Be Free
Patrick Henry:  “nothing less than freedom or slavery”

“Put not your trust in princes”

The Greatest Speech in History?  Alexander the Great & The Opis Mutiny