IT IS APPOINTED…

By Evangelist Linda J – July 2018

My older brother has been unwell for a while and the prognosis today on the physical realm isn’t good. I dont think he would mind me sharing that he has always lived a life as a Rastafarian – in fact very proud and always talking about his faith , but we were able to minister the word to him over the last few weeks ie that the necessity of a faith in Jesus Christ, his saving power and the need to make it right.

Thank God, over the last few days , my brother has been speaking more about Jesus , his relationship with him, rather than Halle Sellase. Halle Sellase was probably a nice man in his time, but he has (nor had ) no authority over or power, to save souls.

Today, (with my brother’s permission), I was able to pray with him in the Name of the Lord Jesus. All Glory goes to our Father. I know my elderly mother has also prayed as some of my Christian siblings and Christian sisters and brothers in Christ.

As some of you know, I lost my elder daughter in 2013 – Christmas Day. Her passing was sudden – so we just had to accept it. I have my faith that He (our God) does all things well . What I have not experienced is being so close to someone, someone I grew up with, who knows that their physical time on earth is limited. To be given information that you have only days or weeks to live must be such a weight for the individual to carry, particularly if they had/have no faith or expectation in God or has fears or no clue what happens after death.

Cancer is a most horrid illness, it seems to be everywhere. I have spoken to a few individuals and carers and more recently ‘inmates’ in hospital with my brother. My heart goes out for their plight. The illness and treatment knocks one for 6 . It seems that every other person has been touched by this awful disease directly or indirectly. I am now more convinced that cancer is not just physical, but spiritual. The Body is sick. The disease affects the whole family and is speaking to us about the state of our world and much deeper things.

More importantly it brings the urgent need for us as Christians to ensure that people have heard the message ‘it is appointed unto man once to die’ after death the judgment‘. Hebrews 9:27

This week, yesterday, my brother began to lose cognition and competence at different times with an inability to speak. At other times he was lucid and could communicate and understand what was being said. We had a few laughs and hugs. He has always been a lovely brother – his demeanour has always reminded me of the peace one would see in Jesus, if we had seen Jesus, as a man, on earth. My brother is loved by anyone who meets him.

We anointed and prayed over Him and comforted him as best we could. He held my hand.

The most frightening thing is losing your capacity, ability to hear or receive the word, or to make a decision if disease or cancer robs you of that.

I believe as Christians, we can stand in the gap and pray that ministering angels will break through on our loved ones behalf and snatch them from the pit. When I could drop a word in…(his bedside was so busy – at times with family and friends competing agendas – including spiritual)…. I reminded him of the Word and the Psalms, which he knows and loves. I sang him songs and reminded him of the love of God that passes all understanding.

I have posted more recently other things that relate to the urgent need of the hour (see the forever place at minister5writes.com ) and the more recent clip from that Pastor from oversea who appears to have had the same vision/revelation as myself about the forever place. The spirit is one and the message remains consistent. There is an urgent cry for souls, those who have not yet heard and those who have heard, but are messing about and playing church . I can only repeat it here.

I am writing this to process my thoughts and deal with the situation, but also to update and share. My brother has always had a lovely nature and spirit and sought to do good things. I believe Father knows his Name. But good works …. (as I tell many of my nice well meaning, want to do good, professional friends )….. wont save us – see the story of Cornelius in the bible for the principle set. Only a faith in Jesus guarantees us eternal life, out of all eternal suffering and pain.

Time and circumstance affects us all – we have a Jamaican saying ‘ Today fe me , tomorrow fe you’ (sic) . None of us can gloat in health or wealth, our only assurance is in God through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Whether we live or die , it is to God and He knows, but the message remains the same. It is appointed unto man once to die and after death, the judgement. Hebrews 9:27. Our individual and collective times, our soul and heart state, is in hands but we have been given a choice.

Finally, my brother and sisters, The scripture in Job 14 states and asks a few things and by His word , I will answer :

Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?

No one. Only God can cleanse through confession and baptism in the Name of Jesus.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble He cometh forth like a flower but can be soon cut down.

If man dies shall he live again?

It is my belief that the soul never dies . Eternity is a place we all will go to at an appointed time chosen by Him – some to eternal life and others to eternal damnation. There is a free gift of salvation, but the choice is for the individual to make. Oh if only men would hear, believe and receive.

Please feel free to share with anyone who it might help.

Yours in His Name

Evangelist Linda J

July 2018

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The Cry

By Evangelist Linda J

My tears are liquid words that only he hears and can understand.

What ails her? …they might think

But only he knows.

I cry not only for myself, but for the world.

Sometimes I can’t cry, I’m stuck , My heart has become, hard impenetrable.

But press, I must.

For, it is appointed unto man once to die and after death the judgement.

There is much at stake

For I have seen the place of judgement – that forever place (See minister5writes.com),

I can never forget the finality,

the eternity,

the dread of that place

The reality that it’s too late.

When I can’t articulate

the anguish,

My tears fall and I cry.

My bowels, My bowels.

It’s the cry of a starving, premature baby – (have you ever seen?) only the shape of the skull and the shape of the mouth telling the story – telling the story ….but there is no sound …

There are liquid words and a silent arching mouth, like Hannah, like Rahab weeping for her son, her child, because He was not

It’s the cry of desperation, of anguish. It’s the ardent cry for a seed, a people a promise, a community, a nation – a world without fear

A life denied, stunted, about to be cut off in its prime…

When I know and see the precipice we stand on – the fine -tooth jagged knife edge, between life and death.

I tell my brother, my sister but he/they won’t/can’t hear

Gone too far, Gone too far

Calcified, calcification, diseased, dying, died – dead.

I can only howl inside, silent terror

Nay, horror

My heart aches.

There’s despair

I see the lost, the sick, the despairing, the neglectful all around me, all around me

A gambol (sic) of a life – running running running… going no where -a wasted opportunity

Lord, when?

When will your hand move?

When will you show?

Lord, forgive.

Lord, lift,

Lord, change,

Lord, deliver

Lord, heal.

In the midst of life we are in death

But I believe there is hope .

His heart breaks.

His hand does move

In the silence of our cries

Cry

By Linda J

Unfinished but In a time of sadness

July 2018

JUST LOOK AT US NOW !!

By Evangelist Linda J

July 2018

Praise the Lord my brothers and sisters, I read Ephesians 2 as instructed by our cell leader last night as we couldn’t physically meet as a group. I read it in The Passion Translation. What a beautiful rendering such graphic and majestic imagery. I fell off to sleep on the settee before I finished …. It is July 2018 in the UK and unusually hot and humid at night ….but let me return to pick out some nuggets for you which I have summarised in places – I will end with a prayer.

Ephesians 2

– its says ‘his fullness fills us even though we were dead corpse and full of sins’

Even when we were dead and doomed in our many sins, he united us into the very life of Christ and saved us by his wonderful grace!

Raised with Christ with glorious perfection and authority of the heavenly – now co-seated with him – I have seen this in a dream so i know it to be true.

Throughout the coming ages we will see the visible display of the infinite, limitless riches of his grace and kindness, which was showered upon us in Jesus

We have become his poetry, a re-created people that will fulfill the destiny he has given each of us, for we are joined to Jesus, the Anointed One. Even before we were born, God planned in advance, our destiny and the good works we would do to fulfill it! But it is nothing we did to give us salvation but the gracious gift from God that brought us to Christ!

Let me just copy and paste the rest section as i cannot abbreviate it, it is too beautiful .

“So don’t forget that you were not born as Jews and were uncircumcised (circumcision itself is just a work of man’s hands); you had none of the Jewish covenants and laws; you were foreigners to Israel’s incredible heritage; you were without the covenants and prophetic promises of the Messiah, the promised hope, and without God.

13 Yet look at you now! Everything is new! Although you were once distant and far away from God, now you have been brought delightfully close to him through the sacred blood of Jesus—you have actually been united to Christ!

14 Our reconciling “Peace” is Jesus! He has made Jew and non-Jew one in Christ. By dying as our sacrifice, he has broken down every wall of prejudice that separated us and has now made us equal through our union with Christ. 15 Ethnic hatred has been dissolved by the crucifixion of his precious body on the cross. The legal code that stood condemning every one of us has now been repealed by his command. His triune essence has made peace between us by starting over—forming one new race of humanity, Jews and non-Jews fused together!

16 Two have now become one, and we live restored to God and reconciled in the body of Christ. Through his crucifixion, hatred died. 17 For the Messiah has come to preach this sweet message of peace to you, the ones who were distant, and to those who are near.

So let me now turn it into a prayer before the day gets the better of me and with many distractions.

My Prayer

Father God, I thank you for your word. Your word continues to be a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Lord I know your word is forever settled in heaven. Thank you for you have made us one with you through Christ. Even though stiff necked and dead in our sins, ignorant of you, you went running after us and brought us back to where we belong – delightfully close to you – near to your heart. You softened us, breathed life into us. Though stinking and decaying, you reclaimed us as your own. You washed us, restored us. Your fullness fills us – you have reconciled us in and with, your peace.

You broke down every high thing every wall that could have separated us from you. Although we spurned you and denied you – once we turned, you did not give railing for railing, or spite for spite. You forgave us. You were not ashamed to own us , or to have us sitting next to you in heavenly places.

Through your sacrifice every hatred and curse has been abolished and you have better things and better plans for us.

Just look at us now !

Lord, you have made us one ! No hierarchy in race or gender. Ethnic hatred has been dissolved by the suffering on the cross. You have formed one new race, one new man, no one left out who doesn’t want to be. You have given us an incredible heritage, incredible power and incredible authority. Spiritual lively stones, building up your spiritual house.

Your promises to us remain Yes, and Amen and planned in advance of us arriving here on earth.

Lord you have gone to prepare a table for us, in the heavenly realm and whilst we wait, we have full access to the limitless, riches of your glory and grace.

Just watch us go!

How we love you. How we love your peace and what you stand for. You rule and reign in righteousness.

Eradicate in us all that stands for tumult and unhappiness, death and destruction. Help us to look after and love each other, even as you have loved us.

Illuminate in us more light and life, more wisdom, more faith to do of your good pleasure.

In you with have our song, our prose, our dance our every movement and our being.

Continue to crown us with your glory and grace.

Your daughter

Linda J

“COMFORT YE , COMFORT YE MY PEOPLE” SAYS THE LORD

By Evangelist Linda J Clifford-Hayes – 9/7/18

What a wonderful day in Father’s courts on Sunday. My Father dedicated his whole home to church and the community – front room! From the age of 11, I was first in and always the last ‘man’ standing. From a child I have always loved where his honour dwells and when they said let us go into the house of the Lord. I pray it will be that way until he comes.

I had wanted to write this up earlier, but the events of weekend and life overtook me – I have a very sick relative in the QMC ; I had a serious car mishap , I am recovering from a health situation myself (wisdom teeth…) – I now have no wheels ..!

The Lord is teaching me that in every situation to depend on him. All our possessions and things we hold dear are just for a moment, and can be stripped away. He is showing me the true Body of Christ ie the hands that do and come to our aid in times of need and most important : in the midst of life, we are indeed in death.

As I was walking the distance from home to church (and in the sweltering heat). I was listening for His voice. I heard him say ‘Comfort ye, comfort ye my people’. Isaiah 40:1. I almost discarded the whisper for the day, when the unction got the better of me.

Father is speaking all the time and bringing his word. We can be so busy that we throw the baby out with the bath water – as they say. In this season, I am asking him to quiet my spirit, so I can hear him better or best. Keep the baby!! Please!! ( As I write, I believe this is a word for somebody.. )

His word is like honey in the rock.

And so I write the word on my heart today; to record in time and on time, as instructed and by way of seeking to bring comfort to his people.

Verse 3 of Isaiah 40 is actually my signature scripture ‘the voice of one crying in the wilderness, prepare ye the way of the Lord and make his paths straight in the highway for our God’. This was the word the Lord brought me in my first days of being called out (see my book ‘A blessing Happening in Our Time’). Sometimes that voice in the wilderness is soft, sometimes stern, ardent and imploring, but it is a voice that must be without excuse.

The Spirit’s desire is to save and to bring many sons to glory. We are his battle axe and weapons of war – spiritually speaking.

I am encouraged, as despite my own personal failures, the Lord is speaking. Even though I am the messenger, I am not above this word. It speaks to me, both as a stick and as a comforter.

I want to say regardless of your situation ‘You can depend on Him’. He sends help from his sanctuary. I have seen his hand move this very week and over all my years. He has been an ever present help, in my times of need.

The word has gone out, on an open playing field and in an open country. It is the ‘whosoever will’ who will hear, or will come.

The message from our Pastor on Sunday was beautiful (see podcast online for the full message 8/7/18) – my own young daughter says she was blessed.

I believe the message confirms that the Spirit is one Spirit and confirms (i) the comfort that the Lord wants to bring to his people in this season and by way of extension (ii) how to be a vessel that can bring care and comfort to others, in this dark hour.

For those who were not present, Pastor shared his heart and the reason behind the current church curriculum and program – ‘At the Movies’. In context, (and to explain the series), He shared the parable of the 99 sheep and the 1 which was lost. He stated that Father is seeking that lost one, that individual who may feel that they are not good enough, who has been rejected, passed over, discriminated against. Father wants to make something out of our perceived nothing (my emphasis) and turn things around to bring out that excellent gifting in us and the thing we were created for, to pass.

I listened carefully for that particular word that would open the way in my own desert. It came …..So mightily grew the Word of God and it prevails…!Paul plants, Apollos waters and God gives the increase. This is the revelation I received :

Father is the Lord of the open country – he is at the centre of our deserts, keeping back threats, perils and storms. If you have wandered away or feel you are falling short, nay, become ensnared …you can call out. You don’t need to retrace your steps to get back home, you don’t need to walk back home alone. As, Pastor shared, He is coming after You..!!!

Father not only brings the lost sheep back, He lifts the burden of the journey and carrying you back to safety across his own shoulders. Then he ends your return with a celebratory party, letting all know, you’ve come home. What a Father!!

As Jesus is excited about ‘the one’ so we must be excited about ‘the one’. As Jesus is touched about that hurt or that disappointment, so we must be touched and hurt about ‘that one’s’ hurt, or disappointment.

What I see as a minister, chaplain, leader, manager, older sister, little sister, mother, daughter, family member ….. is that too often we use our own weights and balances to judge others and keep them out, or at a distance ; we feign love and real care for their situation. I’m afraid we haven’t even begun to be true ministers of reconciliation. Yes, we have been called with a high and holy calling, but it is not about labels, positions or roles, but heart. This is what breaks yokes at the altar. Our stuff sometimes gets in the way.

The Apostle Paul said it best when he said in Philippians 3:3-7

For we are the circumcision, which worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh. 4 Though I might also have confidence in the flesh. If any other man thinketh that he hath whereof he might trust in the flesh, I more:

5 Circumcised the eighth day, of the stock of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, an Hebrew of the Hebrews; as touching the law, a Pharisee; 6 Concerning zeal, persecuting the church; touching the righteousness which is in the law, blameless.

7 But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ.

We need to lay somethings down to get to the crux … the heart , of the matter.

We have become proud of our head knowledge and intellect and dare I say, so called ‘ministries’ but we say and don’t do. We love to be called, to perform – to be seen of men. But many called, few are chosen. We broaden the tails of our phylacteries… rush to the altar, the rostrum, even to the funerals (professional mourners with no tears), to say and lament, to strut and dictate. But we are in effect empty cymbals, clanging bells – nothing of eternal value to give; We don’t really feel, or see the need of others. We bristle at a strong uncomfortable word. We want our ears tickled and our backs stroked. We are quick to think the word is about that brother or sister, but not about us. The word floats like oil, in the House, but goes over our heads – doesn’t even pierce or touch us. We don’t cry or even blush. We have become ‘happy clappy’, but forgotten how to seek, really feel. We don’t know how to push or to stand in the gap.

But there is hope….for us all.

Father wants us to do as he does. He want us to look out for, and go after, that prodigal. To comfort each other, open up a way, an avenue for return or reconciliation. He wants us to make room in the desert of life for that one. He wants us to declare the rough places smooth and crooked places straight. With the staff in our hand (and his words on our lips) he want us to break those yokes and to do this with Love.

And so a new week begins where we can be comforters and to continue to do of his good pleasure. May I say ‘Thank you’ to all those who didn’t hesitate, but have come up to the plate and met my own personal need this very week. The smile, the hugs, the car, the keys, the prayer, the transport, the meal – the laughter.

After having my mouth frozen, teeth drilled, looking lob sided and sounding like Quasimodo …… after my patience was sorely tried (I am human …) and a morning of dealing with useless RAC & car recovery agents and a temporary washing line that didn’t hold all my freshly washed clothes, I hear my spirit declare

surely there must be an end and the expectation of the righteous shall not be cut off’. It’s his Word..!!! I am again strangely comforted.

Expecting greater things from the Body, in the House and in this hour.

Evangelist Linda J Clifford-Hayes

9th July 2018

Hitting a Bump in the Road

By Evangelist Linda J -July 2018

Just when you thought there was peace and safety and you have dotted all the i’s and crossed all your t’s and then you literally hit a bump in the road. This is what happened to me today – I had just settled some major bills, had the car washed and cleaned and was doing my daughter a favour by dropping her off at a friend for them to go to prom, when I hit a curb. Yes, literally hit a curb with my nice sparkling, iced blue (cant get that colour anymore …) TT and which I am trying to preserve (cant afford a new one) and just after my lovely birthday…. Just minding my own business, when I heard the most awful, cranking, metal, sound. I dare not look myself, but sent my daughter out to see.

I watched to see if her face would change; It didn’t – she was prom bound any way…. !!! Head in the clouds. I got out myself and gingerly…. but she was right, there was no sign of any damage. Phew, I thought , protected again. Lord how you love me.

I dropped my daughter off and made my way home across the city through much traffic and heat . I parked up and entered my house. Two hours later, I decided I would go for a walk on the neighbouring park. I opened the front door and locked up when I saw my neighbour standing on the front peering at something on the ground then looking uncomfortably at me…..He asked:

” Is that your car?”

“Why?” I said

“It is leaking some dark brown fluid underneath….”

Whaaaaaaat???….

Sure enough I could see a trail of liquid, that must have been leaking as I parked up.

Arghh , I thought. Pound signs started to flash – how much is that going to cost now..??

I said thank you but sensed how people feel when the messenger brings bad news ie for some strange reason you are disgruntled with them..!!! I abandoned my evening walk, returned to the house, to begin to sort out the mess.

As I finished listening to that awful music on the on-hold button (you cant get the staff), finished telling my insurers and the RAC my woes, after punching in policy numbers and retrieving activation codes (haven’t claimed for years ) and being warned not to drive, for fear of causing more damage, I sat and had a cup of tea. My nice relaxing evening ruined.

I thought, the Christian life is like that. You can be going on smoothly , smoothly oh so carefully, thinking you have everything covered, in its place, when you hit a bump in the road. I felt the twang to get iPad and write down my thoughts – the result of this piece.

It might be a serious impasse, or your movement, advancement , passage – (ability to get somewhere) impeded in some way for a while. God only knows who is going to pick J up tonight!!! It happens to all of us. I had been trying to do a good deed. I didn’t see the high curb or road block, but I heard the sound. Superficially, all looked intact on the outside of my vehicle – I hadn’t explored any deeper. The other person I was relying on (bless her) had her head in the clouds – heading for a destination elsewhere. I had driven back home oblivious to the potential peril, right underneath my nose ie the oil ..maybe, (my very life ….) leaking out underneath me.

And so, I want to lift this circumstance to the Lord and also to use it as a metaphor for our lives as Christians . I want to encourage us to review , take care and to watch out.

We are (if you like) delicate vehicles, God’s master piece. We have been given a wonderful vessel and certain power tools to get us from the A to B’s of life. I love my own. We need to not only be on the look out for obstacles, but use these tools carefully and take responsibility for how we handle them. We need (at times )to get down on our knees …… and check (ask Father to shine his light and help us look under the bonnet and chassis) to see whether everything is as it should be. Don’t rely on others to sign you off as road worthy , get down and ask the Master Craftsman/Mechanic yourself.

Some of us have had serious hard knocks (not always of our own doing), but making a loud clanging noise and needing some care and attention. Some of us are leaking, been leaking , running on empty, about to break down or expire. Lord help us.

I pray like my vigilant neighbour, that Father will send covering, rescue , divine help from his sanctuary – someone who sees, who can look out for us and protect us from harm or from causing further damage to ourselves or others.

My own story ends on a good note and all is well. I am covered. I had taken out insurance…!!

Evangelist Linda Clifford-Hayes

July 2018 – the day after my happy birthday…!!!