The Life of a True Saint

I came across this on another blog concerning David Wilkerson and the life he led. This man was truly the role model needed for ALL pastors, ministers, preachers, etc, today. He lived a simple and godly life. You don’t find that lifestyle among the “big-name” preachers very often today. Below is an excerpt from the blog:

“Taking a $56,000-a-year salary, Wilkerson lives with his wife, Gwen, 57, in a two-bedroom Manhattan apartment, drives a three-year-old Honda, and employs a church staff of 30, paid from $2 million in annual collection monies and gifts from wealthy donors. “People watch the kind of car you drive,” says Wilkerson, whose four children are ministers themselves or are married to ministers. “My wife doesn’t have a fur, and we both dress modestly. We know we are in a glass bowl.” So, often, are his parishioners: Much of his flock is ragtag, and they receive their pastoral counseling on the grubby streets of Times Square.”

Read the entire story HERE.

A Giant of God

I’ve been reading different blogs about the death of David Wilkerson and came across a comment by a blogger that I thought very relevant. The blogger said that he felt that David Wilkerson was probably the last giant of God on earth.

I have to say that I feel the same way. This man, David Wilkerson, who was rock solid in his faith, was a mighty man of God. He touched countless lives and through his servitude many were saved. He was an obedient and faithful servant, and I have no doubt his reward in heaven is great. There is no comparison between this man and other “renowned” pastors who seem more interested in the number of people they can put in their pews rather than preaching the pure, unadulterated gospel.

David Wilkerson was truly a giant of God, and I fear that the world has seen the last of his kind. I’m not saying that there aren’t any good ministers still around. But there are few like Rev. Wilkerson who never compromised the gospel for their own gain. He taught strictly from the Bible and with the anointing of the Holy Spirit. All one has to do is read his blogs and listen to his sermons to know that is the truth.

His death really hit hard for some reason. I don’t know how to explain it other than perhaps his departure is like the last vestige of almost everything good and holy being removed from this earth. And in these end times when evil is running so blatantly rampant, it’s a sorrowful blow to the remnant that remain. But perhaps it is Jesus’ way of forcing us to take our eyes off man, and focusing our attention on him. He’s the only one who will be able to get us through the days to come, and we must place our dependence on him and stand firm in our faith if we are going to persevere to the end.


This World Is Not My Home

My husband turned the TV on to the History channel the other night and guess what was on? A documentary talking about the Bible and UFOs and how these different paintings through the centuries show UFOs in them. They are certainly promoting aliens as “angels”. Ancient Astronauts I think is the name of the show. Infuriating. They talk about “visitations” from these astronauts…they even include “black clad beings with scythes (grim reapers) who tried to destroy the human race by spreading plagues”. Sounds like demons to me.

Everything seems to have taken on a sudden burst of speed, as it were. It’s like a gradual build up, starting off slowly and getting faster and faster. But in these last three or four months, it’s as if everything has jumped into hyper-drive, and there’s no stopping now until everything hits a brick wall…or when Jesus Christ returns to earth.

I told my son that I think we are so much closer to Jesus’ return than we even realize. I also told him that when I see these things happening that I’m not frightened or anxious. Instead I’m filled with expectancy, longing for Jesus’ return because I want all this stuff that’s happening in the world to be brought to an end – all the wickedness, the evil, the persecution of the saints, the blasphemy, the hate…all of it.

There is just so much going on in the news that it’s impossible to keep up with everything. You can turn off the TV and get off the computer and retreat into the relative peace and quiet of your own little world. It’s easy to slip into that comfortable place where you feel everything is all right. That all of the things you’ve been seeing and hearing about are just figments of your imagination. The economy isn’t tanking. There are no wars being waged, and earthquakes and tsunamis aren’t devastating entire countries. No dead birds, fish, or any other creatures are washing up on shores, falling from the skies or dropping dead where they stand. No bad weather. No unmitigated hatred against everything good.

You tell yourself that everything is fine. That this isn’t like the days of Noah… or Lot. But that is what the world thinks. While they continue about their business as if everything that is happening in the world is perfectly normal, you know in your heart, your soul, that this is the time spoken of by Jesus and the prophets. The signs are abundantly clear. You know that all these things must come to pass before our King returns to earth and makes things right. And you place your hope and faith in the promise of his love and salvation, and try to wait patiently for that glorious day when we will finally see him face to face.