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The following thread is what has been happening on my facebook page the past few hours.  Someone suggested I copy and paste it here on my blog.  I thought it a great idea so here it is.  I hope everyone receives a blessing by reading the great testimonies posted here.

You just never know. One of the men we baptized on Sunday is a result of the very first park service we had where we baptized his children. He came in contact with some of our people this past week and he remembered them from the park a few years back. He was ready for salvation and came Sunday, was baptized and received the Holy Ghost. You just never know what your efforts will produce.

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      Jason West Amen. My mom came to God by entering her name into a drawing for a Free Bible a the First Church’s Peanut Brittle Booth at the County Fair. 

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      Jason West ‎2 weeks later, a Family came knocking on her door downtown San Jose, and said she won the Free Bible, but she has to have the Free Bible Study that goes with it. 31 years later…here we are. I thank God for people that put time and effort of putting together that booth and sat that booth for hours, for a single mother to eventually push a 2 year old in stroller past it, and be drawn to it. 

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      Ronda C Hurst Bro. Jason, That is incredible! Those folks’ crown will be full of stars. Heaven will be such an awesome place, just to see and hear the testimonies of how many people are saved because someone set up a peanut brittle booth at the fair and offered a free Bible Study. 

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      Jason West You just never know who will be impacted. 

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      Tanya Hale Treasure Wow that was an awesome testimony!!! 

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      Elaine Long Totally awesome. Thank you Jesus. 

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      Ronda C Hurst 

      Okay, Jason got me to thinking……..When my grandmother (Layne) received the Holy Ghost way out in West Texas (Mountain Top), she was the only one to receive it in that revival. The Lord spoke to an old time preacher man (Wilkins) to go …out there and have a revival. There was no church. He just went out and started preaching. My grandmother was touched and repented. She was so desperate to receive the Holy Ghost that she began to fast because she said that food didn’t taste good. My grandfather was an incredible cook and a Southern Baptist. 🙂 He was so angry that she was under so much conviction and not eating that he fixed a meal of Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Biscuits, Cream Gravy, etc and set it on the table and called for the children (Dean, Scoper, Murray[my dad], Doug and I can’t remember if Don was born yet) to come to the table and eat. He called for Grandma too. They all came, ready to eat. Grandma approached the table but when she stood there and looked at the food she began to cry and said she couldn’t eat. “What do you mean you can’t eat”, Grandpa said. She replied, “I want the Holy Ghost”. At that moment, she fell to the floor under the power of the Holy Ghost, speaking in another language as the Spirit gave the utterance. She was ecstatic! Grandpa was furious! Eventually, he received the Holy Ghost too. My dad (Murray L. Layne) received the Holy Ghost in a hog pen that they had cleaned out and scrubbed to make a prayer room.
      Even though some may say that was not a successful revival, I must differ. If Bro. Wilkins had not obeyed the call of God to go then my Grandmother may never have heard the gospel truth. And, consequently my dad would not have heard the call of God on his life. Not to mention the countless thousands that his ministry has touched through saints and ministries that were under his. Including: Keith (his son), Linda (daughter) married to Wendell Elms (both sons are preachers of the gospel). Myself (daughter) married to Nathan Hurst (our son is a preacher of the gospel and our daughter is married to a preacher of the gospel). Karla (daughter) married to Gene Holley (both sons have a call of God on their lives). Like I said, Heaven will be an incredible place to see the many souls whose lives were changed simply because ONE man answered the call to go to West Texas and hold a revival and ONE lady received the Holy Ghost and this precious truth.
      Do you think I’m going to give up?! Well, think again. This Truth and my heritage is way too precious to me to allow anything in this world to stop me from entering Heaven’s gate!See More
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      Jacque Howell Oh Ronda. I am so thrilled to hear this story. I had never heard it before. I just read it to my parents and they didn’t know it either. Thanks for sharing it. 

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      Don Doran 

      Sister thank you for sharing with us this great testiimony…I am a product of your father’s ministry, received the Holy Ghost in his church 1965 and have been preaching the gospel for 40yrs. 

      Your grandparents were very good friends with my …parents when we lived in Fresno and I remember many an evening visiting with them. What wonderful people they were. I remember Pop Layne testifying of how God had saved him and delivered him from coca-cola, among other things. Precious memories and their finger prints are on my life. I too have a precious heritage…again, thanks! God Bless…See More

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      Felissa N Jeff Woods THAT IS WONDERFUL! 🙂 

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      Karla Layne Holley Wow!! Awesome stories all around. So thankful for my heritage and for what God is still doing today!!! 

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      Scott Sarria Incredible! GOD is awesome… 

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      Rene Brewster Oh how awesome!!! I love hearing stories like this. You are so right, you just never know what a word or act of kindness will mean to someone down the line. 

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      Rene Brewster 

      Ok so after reading the testimonies here goes. Thirty years ago the church I was saved into used to go out every Saturday and knock on doors and offer free bible studies. They each took maps of part of the city with their route in yellow …high light. The men who had our area felt as if God told him to go off his highlighted route and to knock on our door. That day he spent 3 hours with us, my husband and I, telling us of the one God message. We did take the bible study, got baptized and received the Holy Ghost and I will never turn back!!! The wonderful thing is I found out later that my grandpa was a oneness preacher in the UPC and that my mom was raised UPC but because she was backslid and estranged from her heritage she raised us Catholic. Still God remembered the prayers of my grandparents, that I’m sure they prayed and brought, eventually, all of the grandchildren to baptism and allowed each of them to receive the Holy Ghost.See More
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      Kelly N Debbie Howard That is awesome!!!! 

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      Ronda C Hurst ‎@Rene, That is so awesome! Holy Ghost Inspired witnessing is the best! What was your grandfather’s name? The Lord stored your grandparents tears/prayers in a bottle and when it was time He poured them out on you. Your testimony brought tears of thankfulness to my eyes.
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This is a picture of Nathan, Danelle and I singing, “Your Presence” at our Christmas Concert.  The words caught my attention as soon as I heard the song.

“In the busy Christmas noise, All the light, the bells, the toys,  I have found You are the only source of comfort and joy.

Lord, I want Your presence for Christmas.  I want Your presence for Christmas.  I long to hear Your spirit speaking peace to my heart.  Of all the gifts I may receive, there’s only one I really need.  And it’s Your presence, Your presence for Christmas.

When this Holiday is through and the year is fresh and new, what will linger are the moments spent, my Lord just worshiping You.

Breathe on me.  Breathe on me.  I want Your presence, Your presence for Christmas. “

I was thinking about this and how true it is.  In all the hustle and bustle of the season if the Lord is not present for our Christmas, it is not at all important.  This train of thought brought me to this, wouldn’t it be awesome if Jesus decided to return for us on Christmas 2010?  How awesome would that Christmas gift be?  Wow!  However, He decides to wait, I still want His presence to be present at my Christmas.

Have a very Merry Christmas everybody!  Be blessed in the New Year!

You can hear the song, sung by Sisters here:  http://youtu.be/E2dK_adVYzQ

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Last week my sisters-in-law, Teresa Sarria and Patricia Hurst and myself took Mom (Dorothy Hurst) to Washington for Ladies Retreat. The retreat was held in beautiful Wenatchee, Washington. This all started with a phone call from Leah Seagraves, Ladies President, Washington District. She said that they would like to honor Mom for having started Ladies Retreat in their district 25 years ago and wanted to know if we thought we could make sure she got there. Well of course, we would do everything we could to get her there. We talked about it and planned, so on Wednesday, August 11, 2010 at about 2: p.m. we piled into the “old” Lincoln and took off. Randy’s (mom and dad’s youngest son) girls, Shavon (13) and Danika (8) rode with us to Kennewick, WA. So… there was six of us in the car. We didn’t quite know how this was going to go but we needed to get the girls home (Kennewick). As it turned out, we had a blast! We laughed and talked and slept (a little) all the way. We drove straight through which was about 15 hours. I’m sure that Shavon and Danika will never forget the trip. 🙂

Once in Kennewick we dropped the girls off at their home and then we got a room and slept for a few hours.

We awoke to a beautiful day in the Northwest and called Bro. Wayne Clemetson, pastor of the church that Mom and Dad pastored for 41 1/2 years to ask if we could see the newly remodeled church. He graciously said yes and met us there to give us the grand tour. They have done a beautiful job on the building and we enjoyed a little time with the Clemetson’s. May God richly bless them as they carry on the work at Apostolic Tabernacle, Kennewick, Washington.

Cindy Hansen (my other sister-in-law) who still lives in Kennewick, met us at the church and it was so good to see her. I always love to see Cindy’s big smile.

After the tour of the church, we headed over to Zips for a Papa Joe. This is one of our family’s all time favorite places for a good hamburger, french fries (with tartar) and something cold to drink. I’ve been in the Hurst family for 33 years (Sept. 2) now and was introduced to Zips from the very beginning and I love it just like they all do. We can never get near Kennewick and not stop in at Zips for a Papa Joe. We had a great visit with Cindy and then said our goodbyes and headed out to Wenatchee for Ladies Retreat.

The drive was beautiful, winding along the magnificent Columbia river and acres and acres of apple trees. We arrived at the Coast Wenatchee Center Hotel for Ladies Retreat with a couple of hours to spare before it all started at 7: p.m. August 12. When Mom got there, they had a hostess meet her and walk her to a reserved seat on the front row. Sis. Leah Seagraves stepped to the microphone and welcomed everyone and then especially welcomed Mom and said how honored she was that she was there. When she finished the ladies (all of them) began to applaud and stood to their feet and gave Mom a standing ovation. It was very touching. Bro. and Sis. Barnett the district superintendent also honored her with kind words. This was just the first night. Sis. Jalane Lumpkin brought the message and it was powerful. After service, we were all too tired to go out to eat so we went to the room and just ate a sandwich that Patricia so graciously walked across the street to a restaurant to get for us. Teresa has many friends in Washington district so she fellowshipped with them for awhile.

Friday was another great day in service with Karen Harding singing and speaking as only Karen can do. WOW! What a voice and what an anointing in both her singing and speaking.

Friday Night they had a big banquet and it was so good. Vicki Warren (ladies secretary) presented Mom with a beautiful cook book that the district ladies put together and dedicated it to Mom. They also had a beautiful bouquet of flowers for her. Vicki is from the Kennewick church and Mom was her Pastor’s wife all her life so the things she said about her were so beautiful. At one point ladies who had written a card for Mom, remembering past retreats brought them up front and put them in a basket for her. Sis. Leah said some beautiful things also and gave Mom such honor and respect. Thank you all for making Mom feel so special. I just have a feeling, that somewhere down the road of your life, you will receive double honor for the way you treated Dorothy Hurst at your retreat. You gave honor to whom honor was due and I believe the Lord smiles on you.

Saturday Morning we went to Leavenworth, WA. It is an absolutely gorgeous little town. We walked and shopped the quaint shops and had a good time. We then left there and traveled to Bend, Oregon. Headed home! We awoke on Sunday and drove the rest of the way to Hollister. We got home about 9: p.m. Sunday Night, August 15.

As you can see we had a very full 4 days. God was good to us and I am so thankful for this time I had with my dear mother-in-law. And, of course my sisters-in-law too. 🙂

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 I am posting this again.  The first time I posted this was 7/22/2006.  It has been one of the most visited of my posts.  I hope you enjoy and that you come in contact with the Master of the wind today.

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Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the sea, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farm hand?” the farmer asked him. “Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man’s work. Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.

Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand’s sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, “Get Up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!”

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No sir, I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured.

Everything was tied down.

Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant,

so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

MORAL OF THIS STORY

When you’re prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm against the storm.

We secure ourselves against the storms of life by grounding ourselves in the Word of God.

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We don’t need to understand, we just need to hold His hand

to have peace in the middle of storms.

When I read this story I was reminded of a couple of songs my mother use to sing. One said, “I know the Master of the Wind. I know the maker of the rain. He can calm the storm, make the sun shine again. I know the Master of the Wind.” The other one had words like, ” ’til the storm passes over, ’til the thunder sounds no more, ’til the clouds roll forever from the sky…hold me fast let me stand in the hollow of thy hand. Keep me safe, ’til the storm passes by.”

For as long as I live, I will remember Mother sitting at her piano and singing that last song, “hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of thy hand….” as she battled cancer in her body. Her voice was very weak but her spirit was strong because she had secured things between her and her maker. I could tell and so could everyone around her that she was not afraid of the stormy winds blowing in her life. Thank you God for a mother that really did KNOW the Master of the Wind.

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Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat
on her face, walked into a grocery store.

She approached the owner of the store in a most humble
manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.

She softly explained that her husband was very ill and
unable to work, they had seven
children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested
that she leave his store at once..

Visualizing the family needs, she said: ‘Please, sir! I
will bring you the money just as soon as I can.’

John told her he could not give her credit, since she did
not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard
the conversation between the two. The customer walked
forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for
whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a
very reluctant voice, ‘Do you have a grocery list?’

Louise replied, ‘Yes sir.’ ‘O.K’ he said,
‘put your grocery list on the
scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give
you that amount in groceries.’

Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she
reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and
scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of
paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement
when the scales went down and stayed down.

The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the
customer and said begrudgingly, ‘I can’t believe it.’

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the
groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not
balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on
them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed
the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:

‘Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am
leaving this
in your hands.’

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had
gathered and stood in stunned silence.
Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer
handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; ‘It
was worth every penny of it.

Only God Knows how much a
prayer weighs.’

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Today I was taken back many years ago, to when I was just a little girl as Linda, Danelle and myself sang around the piano.  Linda began to play as I was preparing  potatoes to be put in the oven to bake.  Danelle came in and she immediately migrated to the piano with Aunt Linda.  She loves the old songs.  I soon made my way in there too and we sang and sang and sang.  Songs like,  “A Crown of Thorns”, “Inside Those Pearly Gates”, “Longing for Heaven”, “When I Inherit My Mansion”,  “The Next Step”, “Meet Me in Front of the Throne”, and my favorite of the day was “Lord, When Are you Coming”.  Linda and I actually got teary eyed as we remembered Mother and Daddy singing this song. Oh!  How they would sing…”Lord, when are you coming?  Lord, I’ve waited so long.  Come and get me Jesus.  Lord, I want to go home”.  I remember crying as a girl as they sang because it made me want to go to heaven so much.  Linda and I began to talk when we finished singing, about how our parents sang so many songs about Heaven.  It really seemed to make the things of this world grow dim.  I wonder sometimes if we would sing more songs and talk more about going to Heaven, if the troubles we seem to be facing in our day and age would not also dim in comparison to the promise of Heaven.  I think it would, because it did today.  I would have been very happy had the trumpet sounded as we sang around the piano today.  There was not a care in the world at that point. Because, my mind was imagining being there, in the presence of God, reunited with my family and friends, walking on streets of gold, seeing walls of jasper and gates of pearl, wading in the river of life and standing in front of throne, meeting with so many people that I’ve promised to meet there.  Ah! “Heaven!  Happy home above.  Heaven!  Land of peace and love.  Oh!  It makes me feel like traveling on.  Heaven!  Eternal.  Heaven! Supernal….”

Come on!  Lay down your burdens for just a few minutes and think about, sing about and talk about Heaven!  It will make things here not quite so consuming.  Lay aside the worry for awhile and think with me, “It will be worth it all when we see Jesus”.  Take a moment and forget about everything else, except the most important thing, and that is making Heaven our home.  Lay it all aside for a little while and sing with me, “Come and get me Jesus!  Lord,  I want to go Home”. 

Even so, Come, Lord Jesus!

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           In Tune with Christ
  

Sometimes meetings are begun with an important note. That note is
something not to be missed. Perhaps everything else said or the business
conducted in that meeting hinges on this important note.
 

With an orchestra there is an important note with which to begin. Before
a performance, there is a note given from which the whole orchestra tunes.
However, that is not just any note. The note to which an orchestra tunes is
the “A” above middle “C” which is standardized at a frequency of 440 hertz.
This note is usually given to the rest of the orchestra by the oboe player
who has matched their note with an electronic tuner.
  

On what note is our life being lived? Have we just picked any note? Like
an orchestra that cannot play in harmony if the same note is not tuned to,
so there will be discord in life when everyone chooses their own note on
which to base life. I submit to you that the note to which we need to tune
our lives is “C”, and a very high one at that!
 

In Paul’s letter to the church at Rome we read.
       “(15) May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to LIVE
IN SUCH HARMONY with one another, IN ACCORD WITH CHRIST JESUS, (6) that
together you may with ONE VOICE glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus
Christ. (7) Therefore WELCOME one another AS CHRIST HAS WELCOMED you, for
the glory of God.” (Romans 15:5-7 ESV)
   “In accord with CHRIST JESUS.” CHRIST is to be the note to which our
life is tuned. The Greek word “kata” (translated “accord”) is a preposition
meaning “according to.” It bears the idea of “after the manner of” or “in
accordance with.” For us to be in accord is to be in agreement, to have
consensus, and to be in harmony. Having our lives tuned to CHRIST is the
only way we can all blend as the “one voice” Paul urged the church at Rome
toward.
 

Let us bear in mind that though we are the players (and singers) in this
realm, life’s “score” was written by God and He is to be recognized as the
conductor of it. Just as the “A” makes a difference for the orchestra, even
more so having our lives IN TUNE WITH CHRIST will make all the world of
difference with our blending together. Let us therefore take “LIFE’S PITCH”
as the “C” for CHRIST so that harmony may exist to the glory of God.

(Thank You Carl)

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