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BREAKING! Verdict in for Rev. Austin Miles

by Rev. Austin Miles on Wednesday, August 14th, 2013

This is article 197 of 242 in the topic Religion

WALNUT CREEK,California: It has been an agonizingly tough week waiting for the jury’s decision. The evidence concerning me is solid and would be difficult to refute since the witnesses, as a panel, determined the accuracy of the facts. I was facing the death penalty unless there was a reverse in the evidence.

FIRST-SOME BACKGROUND INFORMATION: Few people know of the medical issues this writer has endured since being exposed to Mustard Gas while in military service.  That gas is deadly. It ravages the organs of the body, in this case, the lungs, the heart and the intestines. Prostrate cancer was a direct result of the mustard gas. I was also left with severe heart problems, as well as the effects of a stroke during which I actually crossed over and was revived.

Even though it has been a challenge to deal with these difficulties, it would be considered lucky to survive mustard gas exposure which is mostly deadly. Two young men right next to me became violently ill, collapsed,with their bodies convulsing, and died. This memory still cannot be overcome…

Two weeks ago, an old intestinal problem blew out of proportion with a trip to the emergency room, then hospitalization. During that time, by accident, a cat-scan exposed a tumor on the pancreas. It was confirmed by a panel of doctors who said it was 2 inches in length. The next Monday a biopsy was performed.

While awaiting results of the biopsy, a battle against extreme tensions began,which I should not be feeling since God specifically told me when I crossed over during my strokes that the ministry He entrusted to me had, ‘just begun.’

And too, a few months ago, he spoke to my heart that this ministry would reach its greatest significance when I am in my 80s, not when I reach that age next month, but IN my 80s. Then I realized that this must be the enemy firing one last shot at me to mentally weaken me.

Saturday morning, before daylight,  as I was doing devotions in my office, while Shirley did hers in the living room, The Lord directed me to this passage in Isaiah 41;10;  “Fear thou not; For I am with thee; be not dismayed; for I am thy God; I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”

I suddenly felt convicted for worrying over something that was not of God. When Shirley came in my office, I shared the scripture with her and as I did I could not help but gently weep. That is how it affected me emotionally. The Holy Spirit was showing me the truth of that verse. Wow!

With new mental strength Shirley went with me to receive the verdict this afternoon.

THE VERDICT:—Life Sentence.  The doctor said that he wanted to discuss the X-rays with us. The tumor was clearly shown, but when he got in for the biopsy, he said he couldn’t find it. All he found was a tiny cyst which will easily be dealt with. So he scraped samples from my stomach and esophagus. There was no sign of cancer. I was sentenced to continue to fulfill the life given me to serve others. Praise God!

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Jesus & Animals Part 10: Personality of a FLEA? Leading to THE Big Question

by Rev. Austin Miles on Thursday, November 10th, 2011

Any person who does not know what it is like to bond with an animal is to be pitied. Rev. Austin Miles.

We reviewed elephants in part 9. From the largest creature with personality, consider now the smallest—the FLEAS!  Yes, even fleas have a personality.

A strange cultural landmark in New York City was Hubert’s Dime Museum on W.42nd Street that operated from the 1920s to the mid to late 60s. Inside, one could see oddities of nature that would be seen in carnival side shows.

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Dragonfly That Revealed A Man’s Character.

However, the BIGGEST attraction consisted of the TINIEST performers: the world famous flea circus that cost an extra 10 cents to see. Even with that hefty extra flea fee, they always played to a packed house.

The circus displayed fleas walking the tight rope, juggling and balancing items like regular circus foot jugglers, feats of strength showing a flea lifting 30 times its own weight, playing hockey, riding a merry-go-round and pulling another flea in a little matchbox cart with wheels.

Yes, fleas could actually be TRAINED to perform. There would be 300 trained performing fleas ready. Fleas live for about a year. The do not begin training until they are six months old. The training lasts 3 months. They perform for three months and then….die.

The trainer-director of the flea circus, who made quite a lot of money with his attraction actually started from scratch. (OK OK…just couldn’t resist that.)

Animals are very sensitive to spiritual activity. The dogs we have had over the years respond to prayer and sit quietly with us as we do our devotions. One poodle named Deputy, that we had for 18 years, would actually ask for prayer when he was older and frail. He would come in, sit in front of me and extend his head toward me waiting for me to put my hand on his head and pray for him.

While traveling with The Royal Lipizzan Stallion show where I served as chaplain and earned my keep by giving the historical narration for the performances, I was asked to pray a blessing on the horses before leaving on tour.

The barn where they were kept was hectic. Dogs were barking, chickens were cackling, birds on the beams chirping, and the horses were snorting and whinnying. Entering the barn, my hands were stretched out and the prayer began. Immediately every creature in that barn became absolutely silent for the prayer. When it ended with ‘amen,’ all the noise resumed.

A lesbian horsewoman on the show was instantly possessed with hatred for me since I was a Christian, and worse still, a minister. Throughout the tour, she made jabs at me wherever she could. Then the defining moment.

During a performance in Florida as she was performing, she cued her horse to began running right toward me on the performance floor, trying to make it appear that this was out of control. The horse came within a few feet of running me down when suddenly, to the astonishment of the audience, all four of the horse’s feet swept out from under him and the horse came crashing down to the floor as the horsewoman was dumped to the floor unceremoniously in her fancy gown.

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The Courage in Running for Office

by Jason Whitman on Sunday, August 21st, 2011

Running for political office takes a significant amount of courage. There is really nothing that can prepare you for the onslaught of criticism, investigation of your past, or defection of supposed friends. I ran for the Wyoming House of Representatives in a hotly contested primary in 2010. Although it is hard to count the cost before you are in the thick of the race, there is no question that it is worth it. As we enter the 2012 election cycle, I thought I would share a quote that inspired me then and continues to inspire me in all of my leadership roles.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
— Theodore Roosevelt

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Rejoice! Christ is not dead

by Marie Jon on Sunday, April 24th, 2011

“God raised Him from the dead, freeing Him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on Him.”Acts 2:24

What started out as another beautiful weekend in May, exactly one week before Mother’s Day, would suddenly turn into a tragic loss of life. Who would ever expect that by the end of a bright and cheery spring day, a family’s happiness would be shattered forever, and a brother’s life would be taken away. It wasn’t just my own family who would feel the loss and devastating pain, but others involved in a senseless tragedy that should have never taken place.

As usual, my brother and I were up very early. We enjoyed taking walks together before the sun lit up the sky to warm the chill of a California morning. It was our habit to have our own devotions together as we read the scriptures before attending church services.

Both Mark and I were blessed with a similar sense of humor. Twins share a very unique relationship. He was the other part of me. We had been laughing and giggling while we chit-chatted about each other’s love life. Everything was light and breezy, and we were just two typical young people barely reaching our twenties.

I remember that very same day looking at my brother as he sat close together in church with the love of his life. Susie and Mark planned to marry after college. Susie was a delightful person, with the prettiest smile and with long, bouncy, strawberry blonde hair that graced her lovely face. The week before, she was baptized in front of the entire congregation. It was a celebration. Susie was a special gift, and we often thought how blest to have her become part of our immediate family.

Our church was in the midst of holding a Revival outreach to the outlying communities. Everyone was excited and pleased to see new people — young and old were attending the meetings. They wanted to learn about Jesus and His imminent Second Coming.

Mark was very devoted in doing God’s work. The day he died, many of his college buddies had been in church because he invited them to hear the presentation on the Book of Revelation. Some had never considered putting Jesus in their lives. But Mark’s witness was very compelling. My brother was a deacon. One of his jobs was to secure the doors after services. We waited for him before sitting down to a wonderful afternoon dinner. Mark and Susie decided to take a scenic drive right after they finished eating.

I was so very proud of all my brother’s accomplishments. He was an honor student. His outgoing personality touched the hearts of many young people with the love he felt for his Savior.

It was sadly ironic. Within that same week, our family would have to make final arrangements. My parents thought it best to have a closed casket at Mark’s service. His face was severely disfigured by the impact of the collision.

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