Three Million without POWER!

Saturday, June 30, 2012

I can’t even believe what I’m reading in today’s news.  Our hearts and prayers go out to those who have lost loved ones in this storm!  I don’t ever remember these kind of storms and this amount of people being out of power.  Our way of life in this country depends on electrical power – and when that is gone, we better have a backup or we will suffer greatly.

This is why I’ve been trying to get people ready.  This is why I’ve been warning people about the things that are about to happen.  Do you think there will be some people without refrigeration because of these storms?  How about charging a cell phone?  One news article said that people were searching for any place that is open to find an outlet to charge their cell phones.  Can you imagine not being able to contact your family during an emergency like this?  The news also said that they are running out of gas already in the storm areas, and that means you can’t just run to the store – their power is out too!  Officials are describing the situation as “crisis conditions” and “state of emergency.”

I know in my spirit that the things the prophets have talked about on our show are happening NOW.  When Rick Joyner was here last, he used an analogy of an airplane’s instrument panel and said when you see the needles on the dashboard instruments jumping wildly from one side to the other, you know something is about to come apart.  He said the Lord showed him how the weather was like that too – when you see extreme highs and lows, record-breaking temperatures both hot and cold, and other wild weather events that are abnormal, you will know that something is about to come apart in our world!

In my book, “Prosperity and the Coming Apocalypse” I wrote:   “Catastrophic calamities are coming upon the earth, not one of these days in the distant future, but soon—now! Torrential rains, unsettling weather patterns, violent storms, floods, famines, droughts, earthquakes increasing in frequency and intensity, volcanic eruptions, and a host of other signs of the times Jesus told us to watch for are happening now.”

Why are all these things happening with rapidly increasing frequency and intensity?  Because these are the signs that are preceding the second coming of Jesus!

Matt 24:10,11 Then he said to them: “Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be great earthquakes, famines and pestilences in various places, and fearful events and great signs from heaven.

Luke 21:7 “Teacher,” they asked, “when will all this happen? What sign will show us that these things are about to take place?” Luke 21:11 “There will be great earthquakes, and there will be famines and epidemics in many lands, and there will be terrifying things, and great miraculous signs in the heavens.”

All this week in our 4th of July activities, we will be giving you great ideas and offering love gifts that are essential in times like these.  Our Fuel-Less generator is unparalleled in its usefulness when the power goes out and keeping your food cold or charging a cell phone is only two of the benefits of owning one – our Sun Oven lets you cook food for your family without any power except the sun – our 20-year shelf life food will not spoil without power – and everything from our Fire Now, Seychelle water products, and the amazing Silver Sol is geared toward helping folks to sustain some degree of normalcy when things like this happen.

Yes, we are raising money – it takes money to stay on the air and help people get ready for times like these and the Times of Trouble ahead.  I know the ministry God has called me to, and I am determined to help as many people as possible and ease some of their suffering if at all possible!

We have received warning after warning from the prophets who have visited our show to get ready NOW!

It’s too late for the people affected by this storm to get ready.  For them, we pray for God’s grace and provision.  But for those of you who are reading this and can tune in to our show this coming week, we pray that you will be inspired to get ready NOW!

We love you all!

 

Jim

A Little Boy’s Voice (Pt. 5)

When I could bear my thoughts no longer, I felt the comforting presence of the Holy Spirit wrap around me like a soft cashmere shawl. I watched the waves racing each other to the shore, and suddenly I saw before me an ocean of women— millions of women, stretching all the way to the horizon— and I was speaking to them about abortion. The “still, small voice” of God’s Spirit spoke to my mind in that moment: One day I will place you on a platform where you will speak to these women.

“But I murdered my children,” I whispered. “I gave them up for a man who ruined my life.” I choked back a wail.

Tell the women that. I will give you the platform.

I stared at the ocean. The multitudes of women were gone. I could no longer see their faces.

“Mommy, we love you.” The lilting voice drifted over the waves. My heart skipped a beat.

“We’re with Jesus. And you’ll be with us one day, Mommy. But now you must go and do what the Master says.”

I knew that voice was telling me that I had to fulfill my calling— whatever it was that God had put me on this earth to do. I also knew that the child’s voice was not a figment of my imagination, even though I had listened to a little girl’s voice saying something similar on the radio just moments before. This was a little boy’s voice . . . and it was not the first time I had heard it.

That voice was familiar because I had heard it about a year earlier, before I had ever walked the aisle at church and committed my life to Christ. It was during that “beginning of the end” time when I was living in Flagstaff, not long after I had that final “interlude” with my ex-husband, Jesse.

Who Ya Gonna Call (Pt. 12)

Mary burst out laughing.  “Dear me, I haven’t even taken an aspirin in ages!  But, yes, I will be glad to give you what I have.  You come.  Even after this crisis is over, come and be a part of our fellowship.  You’ll see what I mean.  We’re not closing up.  These are exciting days, and you are more than welcome to join us.”

“So what’s the catch?” Stan’s cynical side still remained unsatisfied.  “After you get me in the church, you bilk me out of all my money, is that it?” READ MORE

Who Ya Gonna Call? (Pt. 11)

“It sounds as though you have your own little club going here,” said Stan with a smile.

“Oh, not alt all.  In fact, our church is winning more people to Jesus than ever before.  Every day new people show up at our door.  Some come, of course, because they heard that we have food available and are willing to help.  Others come because they have no place else to turn.  But a lot of people want to be a part of a church that cares.” READ MORE

A Little Boy’s Voice (Pt. 4)

Sunglasses could not hide the tears streaming down my face, and I was glad the beach was not crowded that day. I walked toward the water, oblivious to the warm ocean breeze or the strident call of the seagulls. My shoulders slumped under the weight of the reality that now settled on me. Dear God, what have I done? My feet were leaden, my legs would no longer hold me. I sank to my knees in the hot sand, completely devastated. I murdered my children! READ MORE

A Little Boy’s Voice (Pt. 3)

Babies? I had steeled myself not to think of them that way. Planned Parenthood had said they were blobs of tissue. I knew better, of course—at least on some level. But that’s the only way I could live with myself, to think of them as “problem pregnancies,” the flotsam and jetsam of an untimely conception, not as babies.

Heaven? Until that moment, I had vaguely thought of them as formless blobs out there in the universe somewhere. Were they really babies, really in heaven, as Melissa had just said? READ MORE

Who Ya Gonna Call (Pt. 10)

“But then calamity after calamity started to happen. At first it was awful. Everybody was at one another’s throats, arguing over all sorts of silly things, but little by little, the Lord began a marvelous refining process in our congregation. I’m not sure, but I think that’s what the Bible means when it says that Jesus will return one day soon for a church without spot or wrinkle. I think He’s getting the spots and wrinkles out of us by using all these tribulations we’ve been going through …” Mary paused in front of two large sets of doors. READ MORE

A Little Boy’s Voice (Pt. 2)

The broadcast that day by Focus on the Family was called “Tilly.” The skillful blend of voices and music and sound effects captivated me, and I was quickly lost in the story. I identified with the character named Kathy, a depressed woman who has a dream populated with lots of children. She discovers something different about these children: they have no names and no parents, and they don’t know where they came from. The ethereal background music clued the listener that these children were actually in heaven. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I tried to keep my emotions in check.

Children in heaven with no names and no parents. A woman who is depressed and doesn’t know what is wrong. Dear God, I know what’s wrong with her; I’ve been in her shoes. READ MORE

Who Ya Gonna Call (Pt. 9)

“Well, in our church, God has been performing wonderful miracles of healing,” the saintly woman continued.

“You don’t say,” Stan interjected skeptically, as thoughts of opportunistic, money-grubbing, so-called “faith healers” flitted across his mind. READ MORE

My Testimony

We are very, very close to the Grand Opening of “Lori’s House” so I wanted to share my testimony again so that newcomers can understand just how much this means to me.

I was just 17 years old when I had my first abortion, and just 21 when the last of 5 consecutive abortions left me unable to ever have a child.

I realize that not many of you have heard my entire testimony which I’ve recorded in my book, “More Than I Could Ever Ask.”  So, I feel like this is the perfect time to share with you the details of my life which Jesus redeemed with His precious Blood so that I can give others hope and spare them the grief and pain of abortion, and save the lives of the innocent.

I hope you are encouraged as you read Part one of this seven part series.

Love,

Lori-Blue-Pen-Transparent


“A Little Boy’s Voice” (Pt. 1)

I fiddled with the knobs on the car radio as the kids chattered in the backseat. I had driven from Phoenix to Los Angeles to see Bobbi, and now the two of us were taking her daughter, Nikki, and her nephew Jason to the beach. It was a beautiful late summer day, blazing hot, near the end of August 1989.

Without being too obvious about it, I was looking for a Christian radio station. I figured Bobbi would want to listen to our usual rock music, so I reached for the dial first. Following my commitment to Christ five months earlier, I did not want to have anything to do with my former lifestyle, including the music.

A little girl’s voice cut through the static on the radio. She was saying something about Jesus. Great! A Christian children’s program, I thought smugly. This is perfect. I smiled and tapped my fingers against the steering wheel as the background music faded out and the dialogue started again.

As a new Christian I very much wanted to be a good influence on Bobbi and her family. After all, I had been responsible for leading her down the wrong path, introducing her to drugs and encouraging her toward promiscuity. And when Bobbi had wanted to straighten out her life and serve God two years earlier, I had been the one who kept drawing her back into the destructive party lifestyle. Now the tables were turned: I was on fire for God, and she was still trying to get me to snort crystal with her, tempting me with worn-out promises of a new and better high. For the first time in almost two decades, though, I wasn’t buying it.

Bobbi was as close to me as any blood relative could be—and with all my heart I wanted to help her find the same joy I had found when I gave my life to Jesus. I breathed a silent prayer of gratitude to God for finding a Christian children’s program. What a great ministry tool, I told myself. Bobbi will have to listen to it for the kids’ sake. But as we cruised down the Pacific Coast Highway listening to the radio, I discovered the audio drama was not a children’s program at all; instead it was directed squarely at me.

To be continued….