Worship

Dear Brothers & Sisters:

Many said they did not receive the "Paper Trail" so I sent it again.
My computer was going through some type of blitz on email.

As I reflected on the email and looked for the hand for the hand of
the Lord I sought the conclusion of things. I ended a relationship, a
partnership that had beaten the tar out of me and left me dying on
the vine. In two weeks I am back to working on my own. This will
provide me with the time for the things I counted important. See, my
life was that single page of paper with no room to move. And when
the Lord revealed there was more, I shuddered. I had chosen to never
do anything but what I was doing for the rest of my life.

And a few weeks ago a man with worship on his heart and 24 hours of
prayer called me and asked me to join him. I began to think maybe
there is another path.

Last night we gathered for worship. A young worship team from NY, NJ
and PA. I was able to release worship through drumming as the sound
of the violin and the keyboard and guitars swept through this home.
The talk of a "tabernacle" of worship here in Springfield is once
again gripping my heart. Of intercession and impartation. And the
good news is all I have to do is show up. Worship went well over 2
hours as the 9 of us sang and prayed and sought Him.

So many things are changing so fast. I am not sure of the results
but i am sure of the Lord.

Those who knew me closest knew I had given up on many things but
continued to push Him to a place of meeting with me. For the first
time in months and months and months I feel as if there is a spark
back.

Thank you for your prayers!

Blessings,
Lee

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The paper trail

Dear Brothers & Sisters:

To those of you who have prayed and offered words of encouragement-thank you.

Many have asked about the rain and the flooding this region has
endured. They have seen the pictures of people fishing on main
streets in large cities and bridges that have broken and twisted
away. 3 friends called this week to ask me "wasn't I glad i lived on
a mountain peak." I joked I was waiting for the ark. Last week as the
rivers crested near our warehouse, the waters rose 18 inches,
entering one of our containers and coming to within 75 feet of our
building. We are in what they call a 100 year flood zone, meaning
that every 100 years we stand to be under water. We were close this
time. As debris floated up near the buildings it was awesome the
power of the waters. At this juncture we are ok and our town is ok.

For weeks I have been in the business of questioning everything and
anything. I am in the middle of a voracious Bible reading curve. I
want answers. Why? I think because I feel like I "missed" it. Missed
everything. Those that have been close to me have seen the
devastation and tribulation that has been gone through. Recently I
implored with the Lord to give me answers about what was going on. 2
dreams indicated my closest friends turning against me and my life
being upturned. Last week I faced an accusation/persecution of the
highest degree. Only the Lord's intervention after 8 hours of
conversation showed the truth. And my side stood true. (Hard to
remember that when you are in the middle of a "war", truth must come
forth with grace.) But it cost me more strength. More energy. A
friend reminded me of something, that when we call down heaven there
is no room for the second heaven and into our lives they venture.
People thought I had once again stepped into witchcraft and the
occult. (NOT!) Some saw battles in this area happening over me. Each
day I meet with addicts and alcoholics and those caught in the
occult. A recent addict is a Jewish man who left the country,
joining the Israeli army where he spent two years. Returning to the
US he started and lost a business and a wife, ending up on skid row
and ultimately prison on a drug charge. And now I meet with him many
times a week. He desires a personal encounter with this Jesus, but is
approaching it very s-l-o-w-l-y. Why is it that our reaching out on
this level so often faces the disapproval of those who follow Him?
(That probably is a rhetorical question.)

My wife has watched the physical and emotional energy levels drain
with every passing day. After those two dreams I told her I felt it
was time to say my good-byes and check my life insurance. And she has
watched everything I held dear on fire.

And with every passing day I have found others with similar things
happening. Where is the Lord God of Elijah has been my cry. A
prophetic word was given to me that a badge would be on my chest an
that i would see the miracles I had cried out for. But nothing has
happened as I press on. Another shared that the lord was trying to
"impress" something in me. Something of good.

This is the week of major decisions. And so yesterday I was outside
with a sheaf of that older style tractor feed computer paper. Working
away on business. Meditating on the things that have happened and the
word of God. And as I wrote a large gust of wind caught the paper
sending it out like a kite. Pages just flying out until it was across
the driveway. I sensed the Lord saying this is what I have before you
and so many others. the blank pages to be filled. That there is much
to be written.

Years ago we said the best is yet to come. Here's to believing it.

Blessings,
Lee

The Wittiness Of God

Dear Brothers & Sisters:

First-an apology...last letter I wrote "I am feeling that the trip to Maine last month is nothing as I gather and work with more and more young ones. Something is shifting. And I am looking forward to it." What it SHOULD have said is, that my trip to Maine was nothing compared to what is to happen. To all my friends who were injured by my apparent insensitivity, I apologize for the mistyping. Maine was awesome.

I also have experienced what I call the "growing older" stage. In that I have begun to witness those that are my age or younger going through all the stuff that they have expected to happen.  My unsaved brother, who for years has tried to get himself out of the building trades, just removed some fingers. Unsaved, he faces depression and loss of income and I am feeling this strong feeling to go change things. And everyone is talking about retiring and wow! What happened to 50 years? I do not think about retirement and do not even include it in my vocabulary. I could not imagine life without activity and energy and young people.

But the top says the wittiness of God...

Over the last few days I have witnessed the creativity of God. I watch American Inventor with a vengeance. Where are the truly inspired inventions. 2 of the main contenders are devout born again believers. Proverbs 8:12 says this... I wisdom dwell with prudence, and find out knowledge of witty inventions.

Does God really do this? Check out an account of the voyage of the Mayflower.

But, who among them had ever seen so large a screw device as to brace a main sail's support beam? A still small voice answered, "You have such a device on board. I have manifested it for the purpose of printing Christian literature, but it shall not only print to save souls, but save lives. USE IT NOW!" Unstowing the ponderous screw, the men swiftly positioned it under the warping beam and began the levering process. Slowly the warp receded, the mast firmed, and the Pilgrims rejoiced in Christ, their Savior. Those, like Columbus and the Apollo 13 crew, who faced impossible circumstances, i.e., a mission impossible, would birth America. Had not Christ said? "With God, nothing shall be impossible."

So over the last few months I have run into person after person who has the creative power of the universe percolating i their brain. Just recently I was with a man who goes to bed and somehow the Lord imparts this uncanny creativity to him and he wakes up and creates this piece. I went to him with an idea that has been on my heart for 15 years. I believed now is the time. I meet him and what does he show me? One of the most amazing pet or child gates I have ever viewed in my life. Not metal or plastic but beautiful woods and the simplest mechanism that is virtually unbreakable. So, I have begun to help him get this project to market.

This last weekend Tina and I wandered beaches and cliffs and little seaside shops with the companionship of 2 great friends and a dog named Moses. (Unlike his namesake who parted the Red Sea, every where we went people blocked our progress, converging on the 5 month old puppy.) The creativity of God was evident in the years of man's existence here as one witnessed architectures and inventions.

I live in a town known for inventions. From the book on Springfield. "Known as the "Cradle of Invention" for 150 years, Springfield was known for many inventions including guitar and violin cases, sandpaper, hay cutters, doll carriages, jointed wooden dolls, a wire device for holding boiled eggs, the common clothespin, breech-loading gun, steam shovel, corn planter, sheepshearing machine, the mop wringer, gear grinding and shaping machines and other machine tools that were sold within the US and internationally."

And those who honor have a cradle of inventions inside because we know the Creator and it is His Spirit dwelling inside.

I sense the Lord is pouring out His passion for witty inventions upon man. I think here in Springfield we will see the creative spirit erupt. I would share that it was after the "Revival Of Religion" here in Springfield that thousands of patents were filed(And still are.)

As i work with my friend I am looking forward to others that are coming forward. May the God of witty inventions erupt in your midst!