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A Dream of a Miscarriage   5 comments


Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006 (Part I)
9 December 2003

I started having dreams from the Lord in 1990.  Around 7 September of that year, I had a dream of a miscarriage of a young lady I knew in Ames, Iowa.  The miscarriage happened on 7 January 1991.  I had several dreams concerning this woman while I was living in Ames.  I thought that the reason why I had several dreams concerning this young lady was that she would be my wife someday.  But now I look back and I believe the Lord was telling me that the reason she had the miscarriage was because of the dead church that she belonged to [Great Commission Church]—they rejected the Holy Ghost, they did not live by faith and they were conformed to the world.

10 December 2003

On 7 September 1990, I saw a woman that I knew in a dream.  She was pregnant with two babies.  I could see the two babies in her womb and then both turned black.  I saw myself vomit and the name of this woman passed before my eyes. When I woke up, I was very disturbed.  She had the miscarriage on 7 January 1991.

[The initials of the lady who had the miscarriage are D.H.]

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Escape from a Possible Robbery   Leave a comment


Dreams from the LORD 2011-2014
8 February 2014

Last night I had a dream where I was at a relative’s place.  I talked with my cousin and I told him that I had to take a bus to Denver.

I took a bus to Denver and I had a large stack of manuscripts with me—it looked like there were 20 or 30 manuscripts.  I got off the bus and walked to this photocopy store and sold my manuscripts for a lot of money.  The guy at the cash register paid me in cash and I put the money in a small backpack.

As I attempted to walk out of the store, these two guys bumped into me and walked quickly outside.  I knew something was wrong:  they wanted to steal my money.

So I walked back to the cash register and asked if I could phone a taxi.  I didn’t want to walk back to the bus station with all of this money.  The two guys walked back into the store and crawled up to my backpack (it was sitting on the floor next to my feet):  they were staring at the backpack.

Then I noticed someone I used to work with years ago at Pike Construction in Ames, Iowa.  He was leaving the store.  I asked him if I could get a ride.  He said it wasn’t company policy for him to give someone a ride in the truck (he was driving a dump truck).  So I asked him if I could ride in the back of the truck.  He said that that would be all right.  So as the truck pulled away from the store, I climbed in the back of the truck and escaped a possible robbery.

My interpretation of the dream:

In the dream, I noticed that I didn’t hitchhike to Denver—I took a bus.  Maybe my hitchhiking days are coming to an end.

The photocopy store represents a publishing company.  The stack of manuscripts being sold for a lot of money means that my books will sell a lot of copies (or one of my books will sell well).

The photocopy store was in Denver, Colorado.  Maybe this means my books will sell well in the Rocky Mountain states or in the western United States.  I have done most of my hitchhiking west of the Missouri River.

The two guys who try to rob me is the devil.  The devil is always trying to steal, kill and destroy the works of God.  The Lord told me to write my two books (High Plains Drifter and The First Time I Rode a Freight Train).  My two books are a God-work:  it was not my will to write those books.

A former co-worker from Pike Construction helps me escape a possible robbery.  I think this is very interesting, because the last time I worked at Pike Construction was in February of 2001.  I have not kept in contact  with anyone from Pike Construction since I left.  Out of the blue, someone from my past helps me evade an ambush from the devil.

Interesting little detail:  the dump truck that I escaped in looked like the dump truck I used to drive for Pike Construction.

When Ministry Comes to an End   2 comments


By Lori Rodeheaver

Then Samuel went to Ramah, and Saul went up to his house in Gibeah of Saul. 35 And Samuel did not see Saul again until the day of his death, but Samuel grieved over Saul. And the Lord regretted that he had made Saul king over Israel. ~1 Samuel 15:34-35

Here, we find that the prophet Samuel is finished dealing with Saul – at least on a human level.  They part ways and never again does Samuel go to advise or restore  him to the truth.  Never.  Why?

It seems kind of harsh, doesn’t it?  I mean, clearly, from the wise old prophet’s standpoint, Saul was still in desperate need of his help.  But Samuel offered no more help.  He offered no more advise.  He gave no more instructions to this man – ever.  Yet, he still grieved over Saul.  He still mourned over Saul’s condition.  Doubtless, Samuel still longed for reconciliation and salvation to come to Saul and continued to pray for him.

The reason we find no more interaction between the prophet and Saul is not because Samuel is angry over Saul’s rebellion and stupidity.  It’s not because he is grudge-holding or sinner-snubbing.  It’s because Saul himself had made it overwhelmingly clear that he neither valued nor heeded any of Samuel’s wise advice previously.

Mercy upon mercy had been given to Saul by Samuel.  Directive upon directive had been carefully laid out like a young child’s schoolteacher would offer them – precept upon precept.  Kindness upon kindness.  Prayer upon prayer.  Instruction upon instruction.  But Saul wholly rejected all of it.  He treated every grace given to him as garbage.  None of it mattered to Saul’s proud and selfish heart.  He did his own thing his own way every single day of his life – with or without Samuel’s lectures sounding in his ears.  That wasn’t about to change now. So really, who rejected who?

How does this account square with Christ’s example of reaching out to those in need of spiritual help?  His example to be a friend of sinners?  Especially self-righteous, religious sinners who think they’ve no spiritual lack to need help with?

The truth is that we must always reach out to people in love, as the Lord gives opportunity.  However, the continuation of our extension of God’s wisdom and mercy toward them is really dependent upon their reception of it.  Either they will repeatedly receive the wise counsel of His Word and grow, or they will repeatedly reject it and grow cold.  Clearly, though, there does come a point when we must shake the dust and move on from those who repeatedly reject the truth and insist upon doing their own thing their own way every day.  As much as it grieves us to depart from those hardened in their sinful state (and it should grieve us), there are times when we must ask ourselves whether we are best using the time God gave us on this earth.  Honestly, how many times can we have the same conversation with someone before we begin to infringe upon their human dignity and right to make their own bad decisions in life?

Just because we part ways with an unrepentant friend, it doesn’t mean we have stopped loving them.  It doesn’t mean we don’t mourn over them.  It just means that we’ve accepted their repeated rejection of truth.  It means we respect them enough as a person to stop preaching a gospel they damn themselves by trampling.

As Matthew Henry said, “We must mourn for the rejection of sinners, though we withdraw from them and dare not converse familiarly with them, and, though they do not mourn for themselves.”

Samuel wasn’t harsh.  He was broken.  He knew nothing he could do or say would change the hardened mind of this unbeliever.  He knew because he had already done and said everything he possibly could have that should have produced change.  He chalked this one up to the sovereignty of God and left it at that.

Sometimes its wise to preach the gospel.  Sometimes it’s just as wise not to.

Everyday Encounters with the Creator


A couple of comments of mine:

This is excellent. We aren’t here to beat a dead horse.

Back in 1990, I gave a testimony to the Assembly of God in Ames, Iowa. This was the SECOND time that I gave this testimony in six months. I said something like, “I would like to thank the Lord for casting hundreds of demons out of my body.” That testimony was rejected by Pastor Gary Pilcher and probably half the congregation. Immediately, the Lord told me to take off my shoes and shake the dust from my shoes in the sight of that congregation. I didn’t do it because I felt sorry for Pastor Pilcher.

Later, as I walked out of that church, Pastor Pilcher told me that my testimony glorified Satan. When Pastor Pilcher said that, he blasphemed the Holy Ghost. Pastor Pilcher will never get saved–he reminds me of King Saul. Pastor Pilcher is now the assistant superintendent for the Assemblies of God in central Iowa (Des Moines). Birds of a feather flock together.

I went to that church for two more Sundays and then never went back. The last Sunday I was in that church I was literally shaking in my boots because I thought the Lord was going to kill me–because it was SIN for me to be in that church.

If church people want to reject the power of the Holy Ghost, they are free to do so–but I won’t be there with them.

“Come out from among them and be ye separate.”


Lori: Here is a Scripture that confirms what you said in your post about Samuel never returning to Saul to give him Godly counsel:

“If you return, then I will bring you back; you shall stand before Me; if you take out the precious from the vile, you shall be as My mouth. Let them return to you, but you must not return to them” –Jeremiah 15: 19

“Thus Saith the Lord? by John Bevere”

Excerpts from “The Poor in Ames”   3 comments

Iowa State University

By Bethany Kohoutek

Homelessness in Ames

Lurking underneath the seemingly affluent, professional surface of Ames [Iowa], there is a subculture of people whose problems are life and death and stories are rarely heard. While the ranks of homeless are spiraling out of control, mercilessly leaving less fortunate people behind, the same economic forces are propelling other Ames residents to wealth and prosperity. This is a story about those who aren’t making the cut or don’t want to in the first place, a story of the ups and downs of life on the road-or the street.

Homelessness is a word that the average Iowa State college student probably doesn’t think twice about. But even as students gripe about waiting for CyRide buses in the cold, someone is sleeping under a bridge only blocks away using a plastic sheet to keep warm. As students complain about small dorm rooms and shared bathrooms, one family per day is evicted in Ames because it can’t make rent.

Students from larger cities may scoff at the notion that homelessness and poverty are major issues in Ames. Although there is no one begging for spare change on Lincoln Way, homelessness does exist in Ames. The fact that it is less of a problem than in other, larger cities just makes it worse. Because it isn’t thrown in your face every day, it’s easy to forget about these people.

“If a tornado came through Ames and blew away a dozen homes, it would be front-page news,” Moss [Vic Moss, executive director of the Emergency Residence Project] says. “And yet when we have this kind of devastation happening on a daily basis where families are being broken apart by this, it’s not covered at all.”

Moss estimates that there are around 50 homeless people each night in Ames. There is no one way to stereotype this population. Each situation is different, and Moss says the shelter sees everyone from “saints to sinners.”

Life on the Road

Some people living in Ames without a home do have options. But according to them, street life is the best option.

At 4:15 on a Saturday afternoon, there are seven men congregated in the living room of the Emergency Adult Project adult shelter. They have just come back from work, and the atmosphere is laid back and comfortable as the men chat amiably with each other.

This population of single, transient men (and the occasional woman) makes up the majority of the shelter’s clientele. These men come and go, with no intention of staying in Ames for any substantial amount of time. However, they make up a large percentage of Ames’ homeless statistics. The difference between this population and other homeless children and families in Ames is that most of the men in the living room do not want to get into permanent housing, even if it was provided for them. They insist they’re homeless by personal choice, not because of any particular hardship. The self-bestowed title of ‘hobo’ is a term of endearment to them. Some have road names like Duke and Bullet, and speak of fellow travelers with names like Little Lizzie, the Road King, and Dakota Butch.

These men usually come to shelters to take a temporary rest from their travels to “bathe, eat, sleep, be at peace, and still make a little money,” says Bullet.

“There’s a difference between ‘without a home’ and ‘homeless,'” Bullet explains. “Most people don’t even know what a real hobo is. A hobo is without a home because he chooses to be. He is a man who is a traveler at heart. He works. He has clothes. He has money in his pocket. If he wants prime rib for dinner, he can reach into his pocket and pay for it.”

The men have various reasons for being on the road. Some have been on the road since their early teens, and it is all they know. Others may have gone through a divorce or lost a job. Still others may have had a steady job and a family, and simply “burned out” on the routine of day-to-day life.

“We don’t want to settle down and accept the political society,” says Bullet. “No president, no government is gonna tell us what we’re gonna do. We will not be told ‘You will get up at 6:00. You will get to work by 7:00. You will punch the clock by 7:01. Then you will punch out at 3:30.’ It’s monotony. With us, that just doesn’t work. Everyday is a new adventure. We are one of the last signs of real, true freedom.”

Duke, who is 57 years old, “rides the rails” to get from place to place.

He left home at 14 because he wanted to travel–to see the country, meet new people, and because “it’s a lot easier and a lot more mellow this way.” He has four children and seven grandchildren who live in various places around the country. He occasionally sees them when he is in the neighborhood. If he gets bored staying in one place too long, it doesn’t take much for him to “kick mud”, to move on. He says he has been to every state in the contiguous United States as well as Mexico and Canada. He likes Iowa because people seem outgoing and friendly to him.

Shelter stays are fairly uncommon for him; he would rather sleep outside in his tent, even in the winter.

“I’ve been out here so long, I know how to live out in this. It’s all just experience,” he says.

Wherever he goes, he carries a 65-pound pack on his back that holds his tent, a change of clothes, campfire-making materials, a flashlight, string, a bedroll, a tarp, and a folded up sign that says “Will Work For Food. Thanks. God Bless.” Most of his money is spent on groceries and tobacco, and besides his smokers’ cough, he says he rarely gets sick.

Others have entirely different reasons for traveling.

Tim, who is one of the younger men in the shelter’s living room, graduated from Iowa State with a degree in English. He actually had two religious poems and a short story published in Ethos. He said that in the future he plans to settle down, get married and have a family.

“I’m a Christian; I hitchhike by faith,” he says. “I am being led by the Holy Spirit wherever I go. I share my faith with other people. I’ve met a lot of great people, and I’ve learned a lot from them. In fact, these pants were given to me by a family in Texas. My coat was given to me by a guy in Wyoming. Things like that. You meet so many neat people. I can’t complain.”

Hearing Tim talk, Bullet is quick to interject that things aren’t always so easy going on the road.

“Everybody always tries to glorify it. You don’t hear about the nights under the bridge, or sleeping alongside the interstate in the rain and cold. You don’t hear about standing out there on a ramp when it is 35 below zero wind chill, and you got frost formed to your mustache and your hair. It can be real tough, lonely, scary. That’s the downside.”

“I think Bob Seger said it best,” says Bullet, “‘Turn the page.’ Life’s a book. Each day you turn the page to something different. It could be great, or it could be a real sh*thole.”

Moss says that usually during summer months, there are some people who live under bridges, along the railroad, and in the wooded areas of Ames.

There is one such place under a bridge not far from campus. Plywood and plastic sheeting have been set up to make a little lean-to against the girders of the underside of the bridge. Bags of collected cans and bottles surround a green sleeping bag that is neatly laid out on the dirt. Nearby is a blackened spot in the dirt, which still smells of charcoal and lighter fluid, and various food cans are scattered around the fire pit.

There is a greening picture of Jesus looking heavenward duck-taped to the cement that forms the back wall of the makeshift dwelling. A six-inch angel statue, in perfect condition, is standing upright on the ground nearby, surrounded by other miscellaneous items–Hy-Vee Charcoal Starters, an empty pack of Camel lights, a few bottles of Hawkeye vodka, an old pair of jeans, and a few T-shirts.

Issue 3, Volume 52
February 2001
Iowa State University

[Originally published by]

Iowa Corn–Golden Treasure
Hobo Shoestring–King of the Rails
A Prophetess from Minnesota
Ethos/Greenlee School of Journalism and Communication
The life of a hobo


Ames, Iowa

A Speed Skating Coach, a Dream and a Former Drug Dealer   Leave a comment

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
23 July 2007

Just got back from a fast trip. I hitchhiked out of Jackson on the 19th of July. I was walking north of Ashton, Idaho when this tractor-trailer pulled over to pick me up. I climbed up into the cab and the truck driver said that he had picked me up before. His name was Stan and after a few minutes I recognized him. He said he picked me up in Billings, Montana a year or two ago and took me to Sheridan, Wyoming. Stan said that he never picks up hitchhikers, but that he has picked me up twice now.

I remember the first time Stan picked me up he told me that he was a speed skating coach in Holland. He was born in Holland and then was raised in Poland. His English wasn’t so good, so it was a bit difficult to understand him. Stan said that he coached speed skating in Holland for fifteen years and then came to America and coached speed skaters here. He helped coach Ard Schenck (Olympic Gold Medalist from Holland), and later, Eric Heiden and Dan Jansen (Olympic Gold Medalists from the United States). He is now retired from coaching and drives a truck for a living. Stan lives in the Salt Lake City area. He dropped me off in Bozeman, Montana and I slept in that junked van for the night.

The next day I walked outside of Bozeman for a mile or two and got a ride with a truck driver all the way to Norfolk, Nebraska. I then hitchhiked south through Columbus and made it to Stromsburg where I slept at a construction jobsite a few miles south of town. That night I had a dream. In the dream I was in a room (it might have been a bathroom) in a house that was filled up to the shins with water. There were a lot of clothes floating in the water–looked like someone’s dirty laundry. I saw a dark cloud in the water. A former housemate of mine from Ames, Iowa was in that same room. We lived together in the same household with a few other Christian men for two and a half years [they went to Great Commission Church]. I walked up to him and asked him, “Have you repented of your sin?” He didn’t say anything. Throughout the dream he was always looking down–he never looked up at me–it looked like he was convicted of sin. I later found the drain, uncovered it and all the water drained out of the room. I walked out of the house and then the dream ended.

I was a bit curious as to why the Lord would give me a dream about a former housemate whom I have not seen since the early 1990s–we lived in the same house from 1987 to 1990. It was just over twenty years ago when I had hitchhiked from Ellensburg, Washington to Ames, Iowa. I think I arrived in Ames around 10 July 1987; within a week I got my job back at Hanson Lumber Company. I lived in that same house for seven years. The two and a half years I spent with the above housemate were unpleasant: he was very carnal, he went to a church that hated the power of the Holy Ghost (praying in tongues, healing, deliverance from demons, etc.); we really had nothing in common; he made my life fairly miserable while I was living there. We were living in a Christian household, but I was always leaving the house looking for Christian fellowship–I would even go out into the woods and pray and praise the Lord–I didn’t know what else to do. Why would the Lord give me a dream about someone I knew twenty years ago? I am sure that in time the Lord will reveal more to me about this dream.

The next morning I got rides south on U.S. 81 to Salina, Kansas. I waited for quite some time in Salina and finally got a ride to Colby, Kansas on I-70. I then got a ride to Seibert, Colorado where I got a cheeseburger. From Seibert I got a ride with a guy named Dave all the way to Jackson, Wyoming.

Why the fast trip? The Lord’s thoughts are higher than our thoughts; the Lord’s ways are higher than our ways. The trip from Montana to Nebraska went very fast and was very blessed–the truck driver even paid for my supper in Gillette, Wyoming and my breakfast in Murdo, South Dakota; in Belvidere, South Dakota, he stopped at a rest area and slept in his sleeper and I jumped over the fence and slept in a grassy field that night. After he dropped me off in Norfolk, I got a ride with two Hispanic teenagers to Columbus. The one guy told me that he was very interested in my travels and that he really wanted to learn to speak English well–he was going to be a sophomore in high school this coming fall–he had come from Mexico just three years ago. South of Columbus this man and woman and their three kids picked me up. He used to be a drug dealer and had spent some time in prison. He told me that he was a real bad ass at one time. He told me that he once drove to this guy’s place so that he could kill him, but the other guy sprayed his car with bullets and two bullets grazed his arm and shoulder. He told me that he should have been dead. I told him that the Lord protected him because He had a purpose for his life. After he got out of prison (he became more committed to Christ in prison), he got a good job and now is taking care of his wife and children. I told him that the Lord was using him as a light for the Gospel in his hometown. We had a real good talk. Maybe the Lord had me hitchhike so quickly from Montana to Nebraska to talk to that Hispanic kid and that former drug dealer (I gave both of them my CD). If the Lord wants you to get someplace fast, you get there fast, let me tell you.

Looks like I will head up into Montana tomorrow.

A Dream of a Miscarriage

An Audible Voice: Prepare Thyself!   Leave a comment

Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
10 January 2004

The only time that I heard an audible voice was in December of 1989.   I was in bed, sleeping, when I heard a strong, stern, masculine voice say, “Prepare thyself!”  Immediately, I woke up and looked down at my roommate’s digital alarm clock and it was 5:09 AM.  My roommate was fast asleep.

A Dream of a Miscarriage