PART ELEVEN– The Issues of Life to Troublous Times

Part I ::: Part II ::: Part III ::: Part IV ::: Part V ::: Part VI ::: Part VII ::: Part VIII ::: Part IX ::: Part X ::: Part XI ::: Part XII

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Part I ::: Part II ::: Part III ::: Part IV ::: Part V ::: Part VI ::: Part VII ::: Part VIII ::: Part IX ::: Part X ::: Part XI ::: Part XII

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wHaT tHe LoRd HaS dOnE wItH mE; Part II, Page 9
Page 9 PART TWO – Pentecost to Israel (cont.)   Particle – Al and Peggy Ryan Young in the Spirit, we attended a couple of meetings at Al and Peggy Ryan's home on Shellbrook Highway, west of Prince Albert. They were rather charismatic in personality, leading in song and praise, and they were big on Bob Mumford, the entertaining Charismatic champion of the day, playing his video tapes for those interested. Attending were several people from mainline denominations, such as Lutherans, Catholics, United, and Anglicans. We weren't comfortable there, however. After a couple of meetings, we dropped out. I was told that the Ryans once lived in Vancouver, where Al worked in a ministry with drug addicts on the streets. Because Al received threats on his life, Peggy wanted no more of it and urged him to leave his work, which I was told they did. I couldn't understand that. If a man is called of God to work somewhere, why would he abandon the work to the Devil, especially if he had the power of the Spirit of God, which is what these Charismatic meetings were supposed to be all about? Was his retreat an admission of the powerlessness of God against Satan? Had Al ever been called to ministry there in the first place? Or had God, not his wife, led him out of there? Had God, in fact, abandoned those slums to destruction after all? I wondered about such things. What would the Lord be doing with us, and what should I expect of Him and of myself? Particle – Reverend Roderick Riled...
wHaT tHe LoRd HaS dOnE wItH mE; Part III, Page 4
Page 4 PART THREE– Israel to Bernalillo (cont.) Particle – Into the Den of a Wolf The day we moved in, I was coming down the stairs to the main floor while Marvin stood at the bottom waiting. He had just come home from work. As he stood there, I saw a wolf, standing as a man and formed as a man, with thick, short jaw, and paws hanging down by the sides, fingers pointing backward. I didn't know what to make of it, but as time progressed, Marvin began to manifest a nature I hadn't experienced with him before. He was brutish, dogmatic, growly, and brash. He was verbally abusive, arrogant, and contentious. This wasn't the Marvin I had known in college or in Amway. Particle – Born Again, but from Beneath Marv shared his testimony of how he had been to Ann Arbor, Michigan, at a meeting held by a group of Catholic Charismatic nuns, where he was converted. He said they prayed for him, laying hands on him, and he ended up lying on the floor, in the middle of a circle of them, praying in tongues. He said he had been “slain by the Spirit.” He claimed that the experience changed him forever. The Lord revealed to me that he had been changed all right. He'd been born from beneath, not from above, begotten of a she-wolf that day in Ann Arbor. Marietta wasn't at all happy being part of “The Move.” She wasn't for communal living, and wanted her TV and Christmas back, among other things. While we were there, I was slightly empathetic with Marietta and w...
wHaT tHe LoRd HaS dOnE wItH mE; Part XI, Letter to Harry and Alice Koppert
Letter to Harry and Alice Koppert Although this letter was originally intended for few, and primarily Harry and Alice Koppert, it is now for all residents of Moon River that I know have been, or might be, involved in these personal matters. I intend to set the record straight about my character and alleged crimes. Hi Harry and Alice, These are the thoughts and questions I have after talking with you and your daughter, Suzannah, on Wednesday, August 1, at your place concerning the gossip about me. At first, I thought I would be removing a small cancerous cyst, until I found that the cancer had metastasized throughout the community. Therefore, I now send this letter to many, to eradicate the cancer of lies with a truth treatment, though such as are given to lies will believe as they please, to their peril (the virus of lies always destroys its carriers). To our subject: I fail to see how John Rienstra or Valerie Berns could have surmised a criminal connotation to my having come by your place last year (howbeit at a late hour, close to 11 PM) to drop off some goods for the Moon River Fire Department fundraising garage sale, unless there was something in the works from your household to that effect. Valerie Berns accused me of being a criminal with a record, of “having beaten a kid to within an inch of his life,” of shooting and killing someone’s dog, and sexually perverse (in that I supposedly peeped in her daughter’s window at night with a flashlight; what crimi...
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