My Lord Jesus Christ.
In the world for thirty years was like a big black hole of life. The world
could not answer my questions and I could not answer them my self. In
1980, I excepted Lord Jesus as my Lord and Saviour. The Lord washed me
clean whiter than snow. I had a void in my innermost being. I asked Jesus
to take it from me and replace it with the Holy Spirit and instantly it
was done. And the Lord Jesus wrote my name in the book of Life in heaven
and gave me a ticket for an appointment with Him someday. And on the
ticket He wrote IT IS WELL WITH YOUR SOUL.
The black hole of life was replaced by the Word of God, the Bible and
became the manual to guide my way of life in this world and make me
secure, that after physical death I will receive eternal life. I am now
transformed into eternal Spiritual Life everlasting with my Lord Jesus.
John 5-24.
My salvation now is sufficient to work hard to keep my temple the body,
mind and soul clean at all times for the Holy Spirit to radiate, if I do
not, the devil will try to take my ticket away, my appointment with my
Lord Jesus.
When I was challenged with physical infirmity Jesus had already worked out
for me twenty four years ago by giving me faith and hope in Him for ever
lasting Life.
Praise the Lord for my church, the Salvation Army prayers were heard in
heaven for the names are written in the Book of Life. My physical
challenge, I am told this type of cancer is lowest type of lymphoma.
With treatment it should not intervene my life span.
I
have this vision how the Lord would answer our prayers .The Lord would
look at the names written in heaven and say to His counsel the Salvation
Army in Wiarton are praying for one of their member has come down with
physical challenge that’s the kind of loving church I am making for Myself
and cherish into eternity .
I
was given a note and said Larry you have made me a believer you are a good
brother in the Lord Jesus. Nice to know there is love in this church.
When I needed some one to drive me to the hospital a brother in our church
was more than ready to do it. Nice to know there is love in our church.
Someone said if you want someone to look after your dog, when not feeling
well I will do it. I said nice to know every one likes my dog. The person
said, “it’s not the dog we like it’s you we like.” Nice to know there is
love in our church.
This is our family church.
This is our body in Christ.
This is our home.
This is our refuge.
Praise the Lord we come together to worship our Lord on regular basis to
express our needs and pray for one another.
Member at Salvation Army 576 Edward St. Wiarton On.
Yours in Christ Jesus.
Larry
White.
Wiarton,
Ontario.
My
New Friends
From my heart
and soul I write these words, To all the fine people of the Wiarton
Salvation Army Community Church Who extended there Help, Love and
Spiritual Guidance while My Family needed help in our worst time of
need, July 27/2003 our life was pretty much normal. July 28/2003 4.30 pm
- there was a strange feeling in my chest as I pulled on a damage carpet
on my steps ( a muscle pain in the left side ) July 28/2003 2.00 am - I
awake from my sleep ( with gas Pains) July 28/2003 2.10 am - I awake my
wife Lorraine from a dead sleep asking to go to hospital for I knew
this was not Gas Pain at this point this was the start of 3 heart attacks,
2 stint procedures and one quad bypass procedure, left side stroke, blood
infection I spent the next 32 days in hospital Wiarton and London hanging
on to this precious life, At one point during the 3rd heart attach
there was a point when there was no fear and
I could feel the
holy spirit with me
and there was a
peaceful feeling took over,
God was within me.
I always have been a God fearing man, and now I find myself wonder why he
didn't let me go, so you see he has a purpose for this mortal man named
Kevin Browne
and I wait for his next calling
I thank you GOD
Jesus
I thank you
Mary, Dwight Millar and Jan
(with the special
support you gave Lorraine)
and all the
fine people of the Wiarton Salvation Army Community Church
for your prayers worked, I'm still here
Kevin Browne
RR # 1 Wiarton, Ontario
The Carpetbagger
One night on a back road in
Texas, this Canadian boy had an accident and, because of that, he
learned a little bit about miracles and a lot about himself.
It was 1990 and trucker
Sydney Heath, at the age of fifty-three had just recently become a
father. He had come to Texas and got married to a Texas woman in 1988,
and by hard work and sheer determination had pulled a rabbit out of the
hat. Yeah, he’d turned his life around.
In the 80’s, the oil industry
had gone bust and, by the time Sydney came to Houston, it was
opportunity, not knocking, but kicking the door off the hinges. He’d
come south from Toronto with $25,000.00, his life savings, to marry the
girl of his dreams and et a fresh start.
Houston, in those days, was
in decline and people where leaving, gone bust with the oil and sick
with the realization that the party was over and those fat paycheques
were gone forever. Whole neighbourhoods lay empty, like ghost towns
with abandoned houses and “For Sale” signs blowing down dusty roads with
the tumble weed! It was a buyers market and our Canadian trucker made a
couple of sweet deals and found himself an owner-operator of a flat-bed
rig and a nice house in an upper middle class neighbourhood near the
western edge of the city. In a few months his hard work and
determination saw him coming out of the red and onto the road to
prosperity.
He took jobs no other trucker
would even consider; trucking whole factories to Oklahoma, Arizona and
Nevada. Twenty hour days and bad food in a hundred back road
restaurants couldn’t derail him and he was beginning to think he was
indestructible. He had that Texas attitude and they called him the
Midnight Rambler.
And then one rainy, stormy
night way out in the west Texas, four hundred miles from home, a shifted
load of pipe found him on the shoulder of a back road and trying to tame
a blowing tarpaulin and rebind a broken chain. The binder kept
slipping, and climbing onto the load, a sudden gust of wind blew tarp,
binder and driver right off the truck and into unconsciousness in the
ditch beside the road. If he’d gone the other way, the fall would
likely have killed him. Those roads are fairly unforgiving. The
tarpaulin also had cushioned his fall, but when he came to hours later,
looking wet and in terrible pain, he wouldn’t move, couldn’t get up onto
his feet, and the idea gradually came to him that “everything” was over
– right here!
But he was no quitter, and
gritting his teeth against the pain in his back, an hour of anguish and
anger and utter desperation found him up in the cab and on the
sleeper-bunk fighting to stay awake and afraid he’d die if he fell
asleep. He thought of his baby girl back in Houston. Arielle was about
three months old and he considered her a gift from God, and here he was
dying, and she would never know how deeply he loved her or what she
meant to him. “O God” he whispered. I’m not a good man. I know you
must be fairly sick of me and my attitude. But Lord, if you can see
your way clear to forgive me, I promise I will try to do better. Amen.
He felt strangely calm and
warm. The soft hand of sleep closed his eyes and in dreamless oblivion
the storm passed and, hours later, he awoke with the sun shining through
the windshield of the truck and, opening his eyes, he realized he felt
no pain. “Am I paralyzed?” He immediately feared the worst. But as
wakefulness fully returned to him and he stirred out of his still damp
clothes, he remembered his prayer and the fall, and that helplessness,
and he knew as sure as he knew his name that God had touched him and
brought him back from oblivion and disaster. He got up from his bed,
got dressed, and with renewed strength and courage he fixed that load
and, with a prayer of gratitude and joy in his heart, he got into the
cab and down another thousand roads. And he told that story a hundred
times to people he encountered who were going through difficulties and
were ready to call it quits and give up. “Heck” he said, “If the good
Lord can reach out to an old sinner like me, how much more will He love
and cherish good people like you? Trust in Him and ask with a humble
heart. He’s the good shepherd and every lamb in the flock is precious
to Him.
Here is My Testimony
My name is Sydney Stuart Heath and I was
born here in Wiarton, but moved
with my family to Toronto when I was about eight years old.
Some 50 years alter I returned still a slave to the vises and stupidity
of the world but searching for another, better way and not really
believing it could happen. I came to this church lik a tourist for I had
heard that Dwight & Mary Millar were exceptional people who I might use
if things didn't quite work out and I needed a helping hand.
I have been here nearly two years and nobody is more surprised about
that than me. You see; I was a rolling stone and a player. I thought I
had all the answers but, as it turned out, I didn't even know most of
the questions.
I'm a long way from being a disciple of Jesus Christ but I can witness
that I found here, not only sanctuary, but a profound, inspiring and
wonderful revelation which continue to grow and develop every hour of
every day.
The Lord our God; unfathomable, the real essence of all things. I had
always wondered. How can man dare to interpet for Him? Slowly it came to
me that inasmuch as we are His creatures; our wisdom, our understanding;
this gift from Him is also the bridge by which the humbles may approach
without fear and, by love, communicate our hopes and by faith receive
affirmation and great blessings.
"Work is love, made visible." And I have witnessed in this town of
Wiarton, which galls me at times like a fetter and chain, the awsome
power which the trinity of prayer, love and labour unleashes and creates
those small but significant miracles by which we move forward like a
light in the darkness and is a living witness to the world.
here is my hope and my vision for this church:
That we may grow in the spirit of Jesus Christ and, if we cannot be all
things for all people, let us be all we can be for those who we meet and
the needs that we find on our journey down this road to His glory. Amen!
Sydney Heath
