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2015 in Review   Leave a comment

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 27,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 10 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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2012 Annual Report

Posted December 30, 2015 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Healing and the Breaking of Generational Curses   6 comments

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Dreams from the LORD 2011-2015
27 December 2015

Early this morning I had a dream where I was going on some trip.  I was with two guys and we were riding in this pickup.  We stopped at this cafe and I met this man with a grotesque, deformed head.  He approached me and I put my hand on his head and prayed in tongues for less than a minute.  All of a sudden, his head was normal—he had been healed.

Then his mother walked up to me and she also had a grotesque, deformed head.  I laid my hand on her head and I prayed in tongues for a short while.  Her head was also healed of its deformity.

I believe this dream is about healing and the breaking of generational curses.  A key thing in this dream is that both the son and the mother approached me expecting to be healed; they had faith to be healed.

Obedience:  The Bondage Breaker

Noah’s Nakedness, the Sin of Ham and the Curse of Canaan

Posted December 28, 2015 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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John MacArthur Rebuked by a Prophet (VIDEO)   11 comments

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John MacArthur Rebuked by a Prophet (VIDEO)

The Spirit of a Prophet
Scribes and Prophets
The Importance of the Prophetic

A Christian Cult
An Open Letter to John MacArthur from A.W. Tozer:  He Being Dead Yet Speaketh
Beware of Theological Aesthetes

[Telling people that the gifts of the Holy Spirit have ceased (like praying in tongues, healing, prophecy) is like telling a Russian that there is no such place as Russia and that the Russian language is nonsensical gibberish.]

Doctrine of Cessationism
Killing the Prophets
A Word to John MacArthur:  Jacob Prasch Defends Calvary Chapel

Isaiah 63: 10:  “But they rebelled, and vexed his holy Spirit: therefore he was turned to be their enemy, and he fought against them.”

Zechariah 7: 11-12:  “But they refused to hearken, and pulled away the shoulder, and stopped their ears, that they should not hear. Yea, they made their hearts as an adamant stone, lest they should hear the law, and the words which the LORD of hosts hath sent in his spirit by the former prophets: therefore came a great wrath from the LORD of hosts.”

Mark 3: 5:  “And when he had looked round about on them with anger, being grieved for the hardness of their hearts.”

Acts 7: 51-53:  “Ye stiffnecked and uncircumcised in heart and ears, ye do always resist the Holy Ghost: as your fathers did, so do ye.  Which of the prophets have not your fathers persecuted? and they have slain them which shewed before of the coming of the Just One; of whom ye have been now the betrayers and murderers:   Who have received the law by the disposition of angels, and have not kept it.”

Ephesians 4: 30:  “And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption.”

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“The Lord judges not as man judges.
Better to be cast out of the church than to deny Christ”

–Anne Hutchinson

Lemhi, Idaho   2 comments

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16 December 2015

It is great how the Lord orders our steps.  Last night I camped out on the east side of Salmon, Idaho.  It got down to 20 degrees F, but I stayed warm.  As I walked southeast out of Salmon, it started snowing.  There was more snow on the ground in Salmon than in Hamilton, Montana.

I got a ride with a guy who said that he was going all the way to Leadore.  Just beyond Lemhi, he changed his mind and let me off near this cattle ranch.  He turned his pickup around and drove back to his house.  Lemni is eighteen miles from Leadore.

I began walking towards Leadore and then I decided to walk back to the store at Lemhi and put on my long underwear because I was getting cold.  I walked into the store and met Bob, the postmaster, and he said that I could put on my long underwear in the back room.

A few minutes later, I met June who owned the store.  We had a great talk about hitchhiking and the will of God.  She was very interested in my two books.

I asked June if she knew a lady that lived in Salmon; her name was Lucille.  Lucille picked me up hitchhiking between Stanley and Challis, Idaho back in 2007.  We later had a prayer meeting and then I headed up into Montana.  In 2010, I saw Lucille again at the Four Square Church in Salmon and she remembered me.

I told June that I had a chapter in my second book entitled “Lucille” and that I would love to have Lucille read that chapter someday.  June said that she would try to look up Lucille and give her a photocopy of that chapter for her to read (it is also posted on my blog The Road).

I later learned in our conversation that I had met Bob a couple of years before.  I was staying with a family south of Salmon and Bob’s family invited the other family and myself over for supper.

I am writing this post at a gas station here in Sugar City, Idaho.  The lady that works here at the gas station told me that she and her ex-husband gave me a ride from St. Anthony to Ashton a couple of years ago.  She said that they told me that I had to ride in the back of the pickup because the cab was too crowded (she felt bad that I had to ride in the back of the pickup).  I told her that I have ridden in the back of all kinds of pickups over the years and that I appreciated the ride.

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Photo by June McKinney

Posted December 17, 2015 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Praying for Jessie   11 comments

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12 December 2015

Yesterday I walked eight miles from Belgrade to Manhattan, Montana on I-90.  I put my backpack down on the shoulder and waited a few minutes and this vehicle pulled over to give me a ride.  The driver’s name was Butch and he was from near Great Falls.  I told him that I was going to Missoula.

We stopped in Three Forks where Butch bought me a sandwich and something to drink.  He told me that he just flew back from Alaska.  He helped his son move from Montana to a new job in southeastern Alaska.  Butch also was a Christian and we had a great talk about the things of God as we traveled west.

When we drove into Missoula, Butch told me that things happen for a reason and that I was in his car for a reason.  He told me that he had a sister that lived south of Missoula who had cancer and was bedridden.  Her name was Jessie.  He said that maybe the Lord had him pick me up so that I could pray for her.  I agreed with him.

Previously I had told Butch that when I was living in Ames, Iowa (around 1990), that I had prayed for my roommate’s girlfriend, Vanessa.  Vanessa had gone to this doctor and she had to have surgery on her sinuses.  Before I prayed for Vanessa, I had told my roommate how my faith in Jesus Christ healed me of manic-depression back in 1986.  My roommate told Vanessa about this, so they wanted to talk to me about it.

I told Vanessa how I was healed and I asked her if she wanted me to lay hands on her and pray for her healing..  She said yes, so I laid my hands on her head, prayed in tongues and I could feel virtue go through my hands.  A few days later, I was at the lumber yard stocking some lumber up on the cat walk when I saw my roommate walking down the aisle of the building.  He had driven to the lumber yard to tell me that Vanessa had gone to the doctor and that there was nothing wrong with her sinuses—she was healed!  He held out his hand and reached up to me and we shook hands.  I said, “Praise the Lord!”, and went back to work.  I later told Vanessa that her faith had healed her.

Butch and I drove south of Missoula and we drove to his relative’s house where his sister, Jessie, was staying.  We walked into their house and we met Butch’s relatives.  Jessie was laying in bed in the living room.  It looked like she was in great pain.  Jessie told me that it was very difficult to breathe.

We talked for a little while and then I asked Jessie if I could put my hand on her shoulder and pray in tongues.  She agreed, so I began to pray.  I think I prayed for around five minutes; I could feel virtue go through my hands.  After we were done praying, Butch and myself and the rest of the family had some supper.

Butch then drove me to a gas station in Lolo where we talked for a short while.  We shook hands and I walked to my campsite down by the river.

Posted December 14, 2015 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Confusion vs. Clarity   4 comments

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This is from the blog Entering the Promised Land:

Let’s say some people request you to do various things for them, but you immediately see that it would be an impossible task to do everything during the free time you have been given by God. If you are like me, you might have tried to do ALL things as quick as possible, though. In fact, I always thought that would be loving, kind, and polite to act that way. However, lately the Lord showed me how unloving it was. Not that I had been unloving toward others, but it began to dawn on me that I neglected my own needs extremely, or in other words, I hated myself. On Saturday I discovered an interesting quote on my daily calendar in the kitchen. It reads,

“The ability to give voice to the word ‘No’ is the first step toward freedom.”
(Nicolas Chamfort)

Well, during the last few weeks I have learned to introduce this very word more and more often in my relationships with others and I also put an end to some of them. At first I feared the reactions from others extremely and was wavering in my faith like a nutshell on the ocean. Nonetheless, two days ago during my time alone with the Lord, I learned an interesting lesson regarding this issue. Resting in His peaceful presence and talking with Him about everything that kept bothering me, He gave me very helpful advice. As I was just thinking about whether to answer or not to answer to some people’s expectations, Jesus said, “Think the whole thing completely through. Imagine you do it the way you always did… just perceive how your feelings change after having done so.” That sounded quite simple. 🙄 I did as He had suggested and – lo and behold – as soon as I would think about meeting or responding to certain people, the hamster wheel of thoughts including worries about the future set in and the emotional confusion that followed could not be stopped until Jesus said, “Look at me instead!” Beholding Him with my mind’s eye, I felt His soothing light and His joyful peace coming back to me at once. Wow!! 🙂 Actually, God is the One who makes us think of and focus on Him; we cannot even do this on our own. As for me, I always forget about Him unless I feel a tender nudge that reminds me of His permanent presence again.

Furthermore, I realized lately why I cannot have relationships with everyone, whether Christians or not. Not only that I do not have the time to be with several people in different places at the same time, it also has to do with the fact that I ask the Lord for His guidance while many others don’t do that at all. They keep living according to their own thoughts and standards, personal goals and dreams. As for Christians who still live in their uncrucified self that tells them what to do and what to avoid (which is not God’s voice, for sure), it has often been as if two realms collided when I tried to pander to others’ whims and emotions instead of looking in the first place into my own heart where God dwells. Actually, I saw that we are indeed only able to let go of man’s approval as soon as our heart has been gripped by Christ who has become our first and only love. If there is still any love in our life that is more important than Him (spouse, kids, parents, friends etc.pp.), then there is still confusion and no clarity about what God wants us to do. This confusion springs from a divided heart that tries to keep its old habits and life while following the Lord. This will never work. Either we choose the narrow way, lose our old life and die to our old nature or we will never see God’s face, for it is written,

Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord? And who shall stand in his holy place? He who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not lift up his soul to what is false and does not swear deceitfully. He will receive blessing from the Lord and righteousness from the God of his salvation. Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek the face of the God of Jacob. (Ps 24:3-6 ESV)

Or in Jesus’ words,

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” (Mt 5:8 ESV)

A Ride with a former Green Beret   4 comments

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28 November 2015

Yesterday I was walking north of Sugar City, Idaho on U.S. 20 when this pickup pulled over to give me a ride.  The guy’s name was Ted and he looked like he was in is late sixties or early seventies.  He was driving from Utah to Billings, Montana.  I told him that I was heading to Belgrade, Montana.

Ted spent 12 years in the Special Forces (Green Berets).  He did four tours in Vietnam.  Ted was from the Crow Reservation south of Billings.  He said that he was 15/16 Crow and 1/16 French.  I told Ted that I had hitchhiked across the Crow and Northern Cheyenne Reservations a number of times over the years.

Ted told me that, when he saw me, something hit him between the eyes and told him to pick me up.  We had a great talk all the way to Belgrade.

I told Ted that I was involved in intercession and spiritual warfare.  He told me that he had been working on a project on the Crow Reservation for 20 years to help the Crow Nation become more independent of federal welfare programs.  Ted has met with a lot of opposition.  I told him about the power of prayer and we talked much on the things of God.

We stopped at a gas station in Henry’s Lake, Idaho.  Ted bought me some biscuits and gravy and something to drink.  We then walked back to the pickup and he handed me a plate of Thanksgiving Dinner.  He told me that his friends in Utah prepared him a plate of dinner for him to eat on the road.  Ted knew it was for someone else.  As he drove through Utah, he saw this homeless guy (maybe in Salt Lake City) and offered him that plate of food.  The homeless guy told him that he had just eaten some dinner.  So Ted gave me the plate of food; I was very grateful.

Ted told me something interesting.  He said that is great grandfather was a Crow scout for Colonel George Custer.  His great grandfather had fought with Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.  His name was Gozerhead.  Ted said that the Sioux and Northern Cheyenne tribes were allied with the Blackfeet during the Indian Wars.  I told Ted that I have always enjoyed reading military history and that I worked for this guy on the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming–he was from the Arapaho tribe.  He told me that he had an uncle who did seven tours in Vietnam.

I love it when the Lord puts someone in your path and you have a lot in common with them.  When this happens, either you will say something that they were supposed to hear or else they will say something that you were supposed to hear.  It may be one word or one sentence and then the Lord engrafts it into your spirit and you grow stronger from it.  Some Christians call this a rhema* word.  You could also call it our Daily Bread.  Jesus is the Word of God and He is the Bread from Heaven.

Ted dropped me off just south of Belgrade and continued on to Billings.  I walked to the McDonald’s and got some tea to drink and sat down and read the Bible till it got dark.  I then walked to this junk pickup on the far side of town and hunkered down for the night.  It got down to minus three degrees Fahrenheit that night.  My two water bottles froze solid, my loaf of bread froze solid, the sandwich that Ted bought for me froze solid, but I did not freeze solid (actually, I stayed nice and warm that night).  It had been a very blessed day on the road.

*Rhema

Special Forces
The Art of War
At a Cafe in Merriman, Nebraska