This morning I was editing a chapter in an upcoming book in my series. God laid it on my heart to share it. So… from years of experience, I can truthfully say… somebody needs it today. Please know that I’m already praying for you, whoever you are. In a world gone mad, its easy to shrink back. Especially when we face the wickedest of the wicked. That’s what Jake, my main character, has been doing.
I love writing his sermons, as he stands for God, even at great cost to himself. This is only the first part, but it gets even better, as a sanctuary filled with 30,000 people respond.
May God richly bless and keep you, as you join with him, when—like Elijah—he challenges them to prove their gods… and invites them to know his… (that’s in the next chapter)
Everyone today.... tell at least one person the gospel. If we all do, that's knowledge of HIS calling, doubled. Do it again tomorrow. And the next day. Pray for Divine appointments. Keep telling. Our world is growing darker, and the lost are too. They're everywhere. When you stand before HIM, know you did your best, with HIS word. Amen.
"I’m not letting anyone take her, Kase. Trust me.”
“I do.”
He hugged Maggie, and went to find Aaron. He filled him and Michael in. “You and the others, sit right behind that group of women, with Kasey. If she takes Avery out, Aaron, you go with her.”
“I already was. Just preach, uncle Jake. We’re all here. We’re all watching. And we’re all trained. I’m going tonight, and don’t even argue. We all are.”
Jake nodded, “I need to go. I love you all; and I’ll see you later.”
He hurried backstage, found the chair he’d been shown, and sat. He lowered his head, resting his elbows on his knees, and prayed for them all, then let it all go. He asked Jesus to fill his mouth with His words to his people, and was deep into his thoughts, when he heard someone softly cough. He looked up, and saw Charles.
“It’s time. Jake… we’re so glad to have you. Many of us are men of God, who’d prayed a long time, for God to send someone that could reach those we couldn’t. Like the church last night, I strongly suspect we have a coven down here, and if that spirit’s power is gone, maybe we can reach them too.”
“I’m sure of it. Charles… what you and the men who’ve been praying with you, are about to witness, will change you forever. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready for whatever God brings, Jake. I’ll be sitting behind you, across from your brothers. I’m armed, and capable. I’ll be watching, and I have several in mind I think need watching. I’m especially curious to see if God reaches the leader down here too.
I have no idea who it is, but I’d like to. Don’t worry about behind you, or any direction, really. With the security you brought, and all of us, this building is in good hands.”
Jake nodded and stood. He was wearing pressed Khaki’s, a tucked in, blue plaid shirt that matched his eyes, his usual polished boots, and his holster.
He carried his phone to lay on the podium for a stopwatch, so he could keep up with the time. He was used to classes an hour and a half long, and was still working on keeping it in check.
His glasses gave him a scholarly look, that along with his time-dusted moustache, goatee, and blow dried, too long hair, was exactly like he’d looked online, except he’d skipped the jacket, due to the temperature outside. His poison oak rash wasn’t as prominent tonight, and he looked more his usual self. He carried one page of notes, but really didn’t need them. This message was etched on his heart, by the Lord Himself.
He felt that peace he was used to, fill him, and when his name was called, he followed Charles to his seat. He glanced down at Maggie and the women surrounding her, and another piece of confidence, as a man, settled down beside his confidence as a teacher, as they all smiled at him. It was right.
He was right where he was supposed to be, and knew exactly where Jesus was standing, and that the room was filled with heavenly warriors. He glanced briefly at the areas where the shots would come from, and then dismissed it.
He knew, they’d miss, just like the ones last night. He looked at all the starved children, and thanked God for sending them straight to them, as the music swelled.
When it was over, Frankie took the stage, and after a brief introduction about the freeze-dried food, he preached a short, to the point message, for those his age and younger. Then Meri, the pastor’s wife, came out. She introduced Maggie, who Russell and Levi, brought up. Again, she was radiant, lovely in her flowing dress and flaming hair. As he filled his eyes with her beauty, he glanced at the women he’d gotten to know in college. She was the sum of them all, and held their attention, while they were intently listening as she spoke.
His gaze moved over the audience, as he prayed, please don’t let Cherise hurt any of them. Lord, reveal her, and her dark plans. Save whoever she’s currently married to and keep Seymour, Lawrence, and all the others, in your hands.
He caught a glimpse of a heavy-set woman watching the stage as she was entering, and taking a seat at the back, but dismissed her. Cherise was taller, and much slimmer. He decided to leave it in Liam’s hands, and turned his attention back to Maggie, listening as she gave her testimony.
As before, it hurt, especially the pictures; but as he saw how artfully she discussed a very rough topic, he saw how it was helping her, to help others. He very well understood that.
Every woman, and most men, stood to their feet clapping, as she finished. The numbers to call were on the screen, with boxes beside them, showing the number of people who were currently calling; and he was amazed at how fast they were growing. He walked over and hugged her, then took her to his brothers, waiting until they were all seated.
He allowed the clapping to die down, as he looked out over the thousands of people, who’d come to hear him speak; almost mesmerized by the constant movement, with the mingled colors of their clothes and hair resembling a flower garden. He wondered if that’s what Moses, Paul, or Jesus, saw, as they spoke before the multitudes. Or David, his forefather, as he stood before them as their king.
The weight of responsibility settled upon him, as he glanced once more at Maggie, beautiful among a bevy of beautiful women, then said, “God can heal anything. He can bring you through the worst things, man can throw at you. He can also save you from being that one who does the worst.
How many here read the word?” he waited while people raised their hands, noting how many there were. “How many talk about it during your daily lives, and teach it to others?” Fewer hands went up.
“What are you waiting on? Me? I’m no superman.”
He looked down, “Oops, I forgot to start my stopwatch. I better do that, so you won’t throw rotten tomatoes at me.”
Tittering filled the huge room as he did that. He was saying again, “I’m no superman, as he looked back up, and stopped short at what he saw.
He worked hard to suppress his laughter, finally losing that battle, as he looked down at his family, then across the auditorium. Each man who’d come with him had unbuttoned their shirts and pulled them open.
They were all wearing a t-shirt underneath, with a superman shield, and the words, ‘We’re with Super J’ written above it. Even Maggie, all the women, and the women who’d come to support him, had pulled them over their clothes.
Just as he had it back under control, all the kids across the room, not just those they’d brought, started waving flags that said, ‘Glory to God… and Super J… who tells us about him.’ He grinned, “My brothers told me a while back, that it was my job to preach, and theirs to keep me humble. I can testify tonight, that they’re all doing a spectacular job.”
Every last man who was on security detail, all Charles’s men, and the men of the church, pulled their shirts open at the same time, having already unbuttoned them, and been ready, and they were wearing them too.
His grin widened, but before he could respond, the sound of helicopter rotors filled the room, and on all the overhead screens, one flew into view, escorted by several others, with ‘A Super God, needs a Super J, to proclaim His Truth to a Super Wicked Nation,’ on the bottom, as they tilted sideways.
It too, had the Super J shield on it, and a cartoon Jake rappelled down with one hand, holding an armful of bibles, and began to throw them all over the city as he descended. The entire room, including him, lost it, laughing hysterically.
When he could speak again, he managed, “See what I mean. I can tell you, as a college professor, who’s graded thousands of students, they’re all acing keeping me humble. Liam, Tucker, and Kai—that’s my media man—you’ll all need to see me after class.”
They all laughed again, then he saw Apex and his ever-present entourage, enter and make their way down to sit by Lorenzo. It was comforting having his so close, reminding him exactly who he was.
“I can’t take them anywhere. Seriously, they’re trying to help my anxiety, tonight. You all know what last night was like for me, and today we reburied our parents. Someone we trusted, desecrated their graves, and others.
We buried children. We buried friends. They know, I’m struggling with it all, and that’s my family. We’ve long gotten through tough days and times, together. With laughter and love, it’s possible. Thank you for helping them prank me like that. Laughter is truly good for the soul.
God loves to laugh. I know that. He loves people who care about other people. As I was trying to get to, God loves it when we tell people about Him. He even tells us He ‘entrusts’ us with His word. It’s sacred. It’s important. It’s the words of life. How many come, week after week, and listen, hearing your pastor, as he teaches, then leave this building and never remember? How many see friends, family, co-workers, and others, and never pass it on?
Why? This is your sacred duty. He’s entrusted you with His very words, that bring life to others. Here, let me read it, so you can see. Turn to 1 Thessalonians 2:7, and I’ll start at verse four:
But as we were allowed of God to be put in trust with the gospel, even so we speak; not as pleasing men, but God, which trieth our hearts. For neither at any time used we flattering words, as ye know, nor a Cloke of covetousness; God is witness: Nor of men sought we glory, neither of you, nor yet of others, when we might have been burdensome, as the apostles of Christ.
But we were gentle among you, even as a nurse cherisheth her children: So being affectionately desirous of you, we were willing to have imparted unto you, not the gospel of God only, but also our own souls, because ye were dear unto us.
For ye remember, brethren, our labour and travail: for labouring night and day, because we would not be chargeable unto any of you, we preached unto you the gospel of God. Ye are witnesses, and God also, how holily and justly and unblameably we behaved ourselves among you that believe.
Tell me. I want to know. If you’ve shared the truth of God with someone this week, raise your hand?”
He nodded, as some did. “Tonight, God’s going to challenge you. How many watched the sermon last night?”
Hands raised all over the room. “Last night I spoke about pagan worship. About how it’s hurting people everywhere. I want to show you what that looks like, so you’ll understand what it means to me, and others. Kai, stop the visual recording part, for a minute. Boys, bring the kids up here, please.”
He waited while they lined them up across the front. As before, Louie went straight to him. “See their condition? That’s what men and women who don’t follow God’s laws are capable of. See those beautiful dresses, the girls are wearing, and the nice clothes, the boys are?
That’s what God’s people do. The ladies from the church last night, bought clothes that will last for years. We only needed a few, right now, but they were so generous, it was stunning. They even thought about suspenders for the boys, since nothing fits, no matter what size we use. Today, someone else showed us the same type of generosity, providing therapy animals and entertainment.
Your pastor, set up a room for them to be taken care of, while we’re here. That’s God’s people. People have hurt them all their lives. You see the starvation. You don’t see the rest. But, like verse seven says… let me read it again….
But we were gentle among you, even as a nurse cherisheth her children: So being affectionately desirous of you, we were willing to have imparted unto you, not the gospel of God only, but also our own souls, because ye were dear unto us.
Folks… that’s what we’re doing now… helping them. Nurturing them… and cherishing them. Being affectionate… like you are to us. Hear me… the WORD says, it’s not just the gospel He’s asking us to impart to others, but our own souls. Because they’re dear to us.
My family’s dear to me; and as you saw, I seem to be their favorite. My nickname, is Klutz, they love me so much.” He grinned, while they all laughed. “They gave me that brief moment of fun. They spent money to make me laugh. They spent time to draw you all in. They don’t want me hurt.
God doesn’t want any of us hurt. He doesn’t want children starved—or anyone starved of His words. Those of us called by His name… we’re entrusted with it… we’re entrusted to tell them, and care for their souls, like we care for our church and our bodies. It’s life. It’s salvation.
It’s changes, taking place, because… like us rescuing those kids, giving them a home, love, laughter, food, and acceptance… it’s what He longs to do for us.
It's easier to turn away. Let me quote verses 4-6 again.
But as we were allowed of God to be put in trust with the gospel, even so we speak; not as pleasing men, but God, which trieth our hearts. For neither at any time used we flattering words, as ye know, nor a Cloke of covetousness; God is witness: Nor of men sought we glory, neither of you, nor yet of others, when we might have been burdensome, as the apostles of Christ.
Did you get it? It pleases men for us to keep it to ourselves, but He allows us to speak for Him, about him. For those who don’t know Him, its offensive. We so often bow to that, don’t we?
1 Corinthains 18, says: For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God. Verse 23, says: But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling block, and unto the Greeks foolishness.
No one wants to be seen as divisive, foolish, or offensive. So, we keep our mouths shut… as day-after-day, week-after-week, and year-after-year, people leave this world for an eternal destiny away from god, with spirits so wicked they lead people to do that to kids.”
He noticed they were still standing there, and asked them to return them to their seats, again keeping Louie. “I spoke to a man from your congregation earlier, and he expressed to me his shock and outrage, that what happened to those kids, could even happen in America, and in the state of Texas. You know why it did, and does every day?
Because the church has dropped the ball! We’ve become politically correct. We’re more worried about people not seeing us as foolish, than we are that God Himself, entrusted us with His words. Their anger, laughter, derisiveness, and hate, has shut our mouths.
While they’re hanging out in cave systems—and I know, because I’ve been there—while they’re breeding monstrosities meant to kill thousands, while they’re doing rituals to the demons of old, and fallen angels at war with God, while they’re raping, starving, and murdering children and adults, we’re not speaking about Jesus and his sacrifice for all of us, so that men and women can be free!”
Jake was pacing now, striding across the front, not seeing any of them. He was filled with the spirit and walking in his calling, as comfortable, as he could be. Louie was clapping, and he never even noticed; he just shifted him, and pulled him back up, when he all but turned upside-down, as he responded to Jake’s energy, and tried to look behind him when Jake’s volume increased, to see what he was yelling about.
“Let’s go on in Corinthians:
But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ, the power of God, and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men. For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called:
You see, I’m nothing special. I just have a calling. A mandate, like all of you. I’m entrusted to speak His word, and tell people there’s a choice. A better way. A way that leads to Him and everlasting life. That leads to love and laughter, and plenty. Why me…?
Well… according to my brothers, I’m a klutz. You all know, after last night, I’m as capable of foolish choices, as anyone. But verse 27 says: But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
Let’s go on. Verse 28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
Why? Verse 29—That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of Him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption: 31 That, according as it is written, he that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.
I don’t glory in who I am. I don’t glory in my position as a professor, or someone who’s asked to speak. I don’t glory in having the ability to cast out demons, and send evil spirits out of this world to await their punishment in the abyss. That’s not my power. It’s not my might. It belongs to God!
I’m merely His messenger. I’m Super J, remember, not God. He sends me. He wants to send you. Are you willing? Will you take the gospel, that’s His message to the world, into the people surrounding you, like He entrusts us all to do?
You can go, just like me. I promise you, if I sat down, any of my brothers could come up here and finish this sermon. My sisters could. My wife could wipe the floor with me, in a head-to-head preaching contest.
It’s not about me! It’s about Him! I’ve been told, there’s a coven of pagans in this area, too. I’m, not surprised, and neither should you be. God’s people have always been intermingled with those who refuse to serve Him. And those who hide in His house—using His name—to hide their wicked endeavors. I know, you’re here.
If you were there last night, or watched online, you saw the pagan leader in that area, surrender to the Lord. You saw his daughter and him be freed from the spirits bound to them. I know you have them, too.
I’m familiar with how they hurt you, lie to you, use you, and twist you into someone who does every form of evil known to man. It’s the same spirits from the Levant!
The same ones that caused Sodom, Gomorrah, and three other cities, to be destroyed! The same spirits the caused all the firstborn boys to be destroyed in Egypt! The same spirits that caused God to send one angel to wipe out an Assyrian army of 185,000 hardened soldiers, in one night!
He’s powerful! He’s mighty! And he’s angry! He hates it when children are hurt! He said, in Luke 17:2, It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he be cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Did you see the offense to them? Did you participate? Or maybe not them—but other little ones? Have you done rituals to those who war against God?
I know some of you feel trapped. I also know some of you revel in it. I know some, like him, were born into it, and never had a chance to know anything else. But guess what?! You know enough to pretend to be Christian! You know to hide it! That tells me, that like the word states, God’s law is known to you! You can’t war against someone you don’t believe exists!
You scream that he’s a fairy tale, but I don’t see you doing rituals against the tooth fairy, or those that tell, about it. He’s real, and you know it! You’re afraid of Him, and you know it!
I’m aware that rituals have been done in anticipation of me speaking tonight. I’ve had death threats for six months, openly… and many before that. I’ve been raped, shot, stabbed, cut, poisoned, and my very reputation so slandered it’s ridiculous. My horses have been shot. My wife taken. I’ve watched my nieces and nephews attacked, and held dying babies in my arms, and picked up bodies of those murdered.
You’d rather serve demons—who twist your bodies and souls into parodies of what God made us to be—than surrender to Him. Can you ask yourselves now, tonight, here in this room, or by the internet…. What really holds you?
It is fear? Pride? Position? Money? Family, and friends? Is hell really that appealing to you? It’s eternal, folks. Its everlasting. Eternity with God is too. But you have to choose.
And for those of you feeling righteous, because although you know you’re not what you’re supposed to be, you haven’t served demons, and may not have even known people did… don’t sit there and feel good.
If you haven’t surrendered your entirety to him, your about in the same boat. He said, we’re hot or cold. And if you try to stay in between, He’ll spew you out. When that happens, you get the same eternity of those who did the worst. It’s Him, or them. It’s right or wrong. It’s all or nothing.
Hell is real! The lake of fire is real! Fallen supernatural beings, you’d call angels, are real! Demons are real! Those who worship them, rather than the creator, are real. God is real! As real, as me, standing here before you. Many were healed last night. Many were set free of demons. Many, experienced salvation for the first time; and many were renewed, as they surrendered anew, or deeper.
He’s here. He’s issuing the same message he’s issued since Adam walked the earth. The same message, John the Baptist issued, and Jesus Himself. Repent, and be baptized. Surrender your all. We’re so close to the book of Revelation being fulfilled. Watch the news.
Watch what’s happened to me. Why would anyone go after a simple college professor, teaching how a book written so long ago, has truth and validity? Ask yourself, why, that using the same criteria used to evaluate other ancient texts, to find that the New Testament, meets all the criteria—and indeed meets them better than any other known text—Is worth killing me, students, a home health nurse, and children!
For a God, that supposedly is just a pie-in-the-sky dream! Why, have men fought since the dawn of time, over religion? Why is Christianity, so hated across the world, and its adherents, killed. And not just killed—killed in heinous ways. In ritualistic fashion. In sacrifice to demons.
If you’re here tonight, and you’ve participated in any of this, I challenge the demons inside you, to manifest, and show their power and presence, and stamp me out. You saw the results last night. You game?
I’m holding my son. He’s an innocent child, that was sodomized. He had a tracker that was poisoning him put in his bladder. Every child, God brought to us that night, had them. I’m just a man. Demons, do your best. Watch.”
He shifted Louie to his right side. “Now, even my draw is hampered. Hear me, denizens of hell… put a bullet in me, if you’re capable! You think your god will prevail?! Either tonight, or in the end?! Show me, and everyone else, that you believe it enough to reveal your true colors!
I call, bullcrap! My God is real, He’s the only God, and he’s about to send you to where you belong. Let’s dual! You come forth, and I’ll send you to the abyss,” he taunted. “It won’t take long. You’ll be, before Lucifer, before I get out of this building. Now’s your chance.
This morning I was editing a chapter in an upcoming book in my series. God laid it on my heart to share it. So… from years of experience, I can truthfully say… somebody needs it today. Please know that I’m already praying for you, whoever you are. In a world gone mad, its easy to shrink back. Especially when we face the wickedest of the wicked. That’s what Jake, my main character, has been doing.
I love writing his sermons, as he stands for God, even at great cost to himself. This is only the first part, but it gets even better, as a sanctuary filled with 30,000 people respond.
May God richly bless and keep you, as you join with him, when—like Elijah—he challenges them to prove their gods… and invites them to know his… (that’s in the next chapter)
Everyone today.... tell at least one person the gospel. If we all do, that's knowledge of HIS calling, doubled. Do it again tomorrow. And the next day. Pray for Divine appointments. Keep telling. Our world is growing darker, and the lost are too. They're everywhere. When you stand before HIM, know you did your best, with HIS word. Amen.
"I’m not letting anyone take her, Kase. Trust me.”
“I do.”
He hugged Maggie, and went to find Aaron. He filled him and Michael in. “You and the others, sit right behind that group of women, with Kasey. If she takes Avery out, Aaron, you go with her.”
“I already was. Just preach, uncle Jake. We’re all here. We’re all watching. And we’re all trained. I’m going tonight, and don’t even argue. We all are.”
Jake nodded, “I need to go. I love you all; and I’ll see you later.”
He hurried backstage, found the chair he’d been shown, and sat. He lowered his head, resting his elbows on his knees, and prayed for them all, then let it all go. He asked Jesus to fill his mouth with His words to his people, and was deep into his thoughts, when he heard someone softly cough. He looked up, and saw Charles.
“It’s time. Jake… we’re so glad to have you. Many of us are men of God, who’d prayed a long time, for God to send someone that could reach those we couldn’t. Like the church last night, I strongly suspect we have a coven down here, and if that spirit’s power is gone, maybe we can reach them too.”
“I’m sure of it. Charles… what you and the men who’ve been praying with you, are about to witness, will change you forever. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready for whatever God brings, Jake. I’ll be sitting behind you, across from your brothers. I’m armed, and capable. I’ll be watching, and I have several in mind I think need watching. I’m especially curious to see if God reaches the leader down here too.
I have no idea who it is, but I’d like to. Don’t worry about behind you, or any direction, really. With the security you brought, and all of us, this building is in good hands.”
Jake nodded and stood. He was wearing pressed Khaki’s, a tucked in, blue plaid shirt that matched his eyes, his usual polished boots, and his holster.
He carried his phone to lay on the podium for a stopwatch, so he could keep up with the time. He was used to classes an hour and a half long, and was still working on keeping it in check.
His glasses gave him a scholarly look, that along with his time-dusted moustache, goatee, and blow dried, too long hair, was exactly like he’d looked online, except he’d skipped the jacket, due to the temperature outside. His poison oak rash wasn’t as prominent tonight, and he looked more his usual self. He carried one page of notes, but really didn’t need them. This message was etched on his heart, by the Lord Himself.
He felt that peace he was used to, fill him, and when his name was called, he followed Charles to his seat. He glanced down at Maggie and the women surrounding her, and another piece of confidence, as a man, settled down beside his confidence as a teacher, as they all smiled at him. It was right.
He was right where he was supposed to be, and knew exactly where Jesus was standing, and that the room was filled with heavenly warriors. He glanced briefly at the areas where the shots would come from, and then dismissed it.
He knew, they’d miss, just like the ones last night. He looked at all the starved children, and thanked God for sending them straight to them, as the music swelled.
When it was over, Frankie took the stage, and after a brief introduction about the freeze-dried food, he preached a short, to the point message, for those his age and younger. Then Meri, the pastor’s wife, came out. She introduced Maggie, who Russell and Levi, brought up. Again, she was radiant, lovely in her flowing dress and flaming hair. As he filled his eyes with her beauty, he glanced at the women he’d gotten to know in college. She was the sum of them all, and held their attention, while they were intently listening as she spoke.
His gaze moved over the audience, as he prayed, please don’t let Cherise hurt any of them. Lord, reveal her, and her dark plans. Save whoever she’s currently married to and keep Seymour, Lawrence, and all the others, in your hands.
He caught a glimpse of a heavy-set woman watching the stage as she was entering, and taking a seat at the back, but dismissed her. Cherise was taller, and much slimmer. He decided to leave it in Liam’s hands, and turned his attention back to Maggie, listening as she gave her testimony.
As before, it hurt, especially the pictures; but as he saw how artfully she discussed a very rough topic, he saw how it was helping her, to help others. He very well understood that.
Every woman, and most men, stood to their feet clapping, as she finished. The numbers to call were on the screen, with boxes beside them, showing the number of people who were currently calling; and he was amazed at how fast they were growing. He walked over and hugged her, then took her to his brothers, waiting until they were all seated.
He allowed the clapping to die down, as he looked out over the thousands of people, who’d come to hear him speak; almost mesmerized by the constant movement, with the mingled colors of their clothes and hair resembling a flower garden. He wondered if that’s what Moses, Paul, or Jesus, saw, as they spoke before the multitudes. Or David, his forefather, as he stood before them as their king.
The weight of responsibility settled upon him, as he glanced once more at Maggie, beautiful among a bevy of beautiful women, then said, “God can heal anything. He can bring you through the worst things, man can throw at you. He can also save you from being that one who does the worst.
How many here read the word?” he waited while people raised their hands, noting how many there were. “How many talk about it during your daily lives, and teach it to others?” Fewer hands went up.
“What are you waiting on? Me? I’m no superman.”
He looked down, “Oops, I forgot to start my stopwatch. I better do that, so you won’t throw rotten tomatoes at me.”
Tittering filled the huge room as he did that. He was saying again, “I’m no superman, as he looked back up, and stopped short at what he saw.
He worked hard to suppress his laughter, finally losing that battle, as he looked down at his family, then across the auditorium. Each man who’d come with him had unbuttoned their shirts and pulled them open.
They were all wearing a t-shirt underneath, with a superman shield, and the words, ‘We’re with Super J’ written above it. Even Maggie, all the women, and the women who’d come to support him, had pulled them over their clothes.
Just as he had it back under control, all the kids across the room, not just those they’d brought, started waving flags that said, ‘Glory to God… and Super J… who tells us about him.’ He grinned, “My brothers told me a while back, that it was my job to preach, and theirs to keep me humble. I can testify tonight, that they’re all doing a spectacular job.”
Every last man who was on security detail, all Charles’s men, and the men of the church, pulled their shirts open at the same time, having already unbuttoned them, and been ready, and they were wearing them too.
His grin widened, but before he could respond, the sound of helicopter rotors filled the room, and on all the overhead screens, one flew into view, escorted by several others, with ‘A Super God, needs a Super J, to proclaim His Truth to a Super Wicked Nation,’ on the bottom, as they tilted sideways.
It too, had the Super J shield on it, and a cartoon Jake rappelled down with one hand, holding an armful of bibles, and began to throw them all over the city as he descended. The entire room, including him, lost it, laughing hysterically.
When he could speak again, he managed, “See what I mean. I can tell you, as a college professor, who’s graded thousands of students, they’re all acing keeping me humble. Liam, Tucker, and Kai—that’s my media man—you’ll all need to see me after class.”
They all laughed again, then he saw Apex and his ever-present entourage, enter and make their way down to sit by Lorenzo. It was comforting having his so close, reminding him exactly who he was.
“I can’t take them anywhere. Seriously, they’re trying to help my anxiety, tonight. You all know what last night was like for me, and today we reburied our parents. Someone we trusted, desecrated their graves, and others.
We buried children. We buried friends. They know, I’m struggling with it all, and that’s my family. We’ve long gotten through tough days and times, together. With laughter and love, it’s possible. Thank you for helping them prank me like that. Laughter is truly good for the soul.
God loves to laugh. I know that. He loves people who care about other people. As I was trying to get to, God loves it when we tell people about Him. He even tells us He ‘entrusts’ us with His word. It’s sacred. It’s important. It’s the words of life. How many come, week after week, and listen, hearing your pastor, as he teaches, then leave this building and never remember? How many see friends, family, co-workers, and others, and never pass it on?
Why? This is your sacred duty. He’s entrusted you with His very words, that bring life to others. Here, let me read it, so you can see. Turn to 1 Thessalonians 2:7, and I’ll start at verse four:
But as we were allowed of God to be put in trust with the gospel, even so we speak; not as pleasing men, but God, which trieth our hearts. For neither at any time used we flattering words, as ye know, nor a Cloke of covetousness; God is witness: Nor of men sought we glory, neither of you, nor yet of others, when we might have been burdensome, as the apostles of Christ.
But we were gentle among you, even as a nurse cherisheth her children: So being affectionately desirous of you, we were willing to have imparted unto you, not the gospel of God only, but also our own souls, because ye were dear unto us.
For ye remember, brethren, our labour and travail: for labouring night and day, because we would not be chargeable unto any of you, we preached unto you the gospel of God. Ye are witnesses, and God also, how holily and justly and unblameably we behaved ourselves among you that believe.
Tell me. I want to know. If you’ve shared the truth of God with someone this week, raise your hand?”
He nodded, as some did. “Tonight, God’s going to challenge you. How many watched the sermon last night?”
Hands raised all over the room. “Last night I spoke about pagan worship. About how it’s hurting people everywhere. I want to show you what that looks like, so you’ll understand what it means to me, and others. Kai, stop the visual recording part, for a minute. Boys, bring the kids up here, please.”
He waited while they lined them up across the front. As before, Louie went straight to him. “See their condition? That’s what men and women who don’t follow God’s laws are capable of. See those beautiful dresses, the girls are wearing, and the nice clothes, the boys are?
That’s what God’s people do. The ladies from the church last night, bought clothes that will last for years. We only needed a few, right now, but they were so generous, it was stunning. They even thought about suspenders for the boys, since nothing fits, no matter what size we use. Today, someone else showed us the same type of generosity, providing therapy animals and entertainment.
Your pastor, set up a room for them to be taken care of, while we’re here. That’s God’s people. People have hurt them all their lives. You see the starvation. You don’t see the rest. But, like verse seven says… let me read it again….
But we were gentle among you, even as a nurse cherisheth her children: So being affectionately desirous of you, we were willing to have imparted unto you, not the gospel of God only, but also our own souls, because ye were dear unto us.
Folks… that’s what we’re doing now… helping them. Nurturing them… and cherishing them. Being affectionate… like you are to us. Hear me… the WORD says, it’s not just the gospel He’s asking us to impart to others, but our own souls. Because they’re dear to us.
My family’s dear to me; and as you saw, I seem to be their favorite. My nickname, is Klutz, they love me so much.” He grinned, while they all laughed. “They gave me that brief moment of fun. They spent money to make me laugh. They spent time to draw you all in. They don’t want me hurt.
God doesn’t want any of us hurt. He doesn’t want children starved—or anyone starved of His words. Those of us called by His name… we’re entrusted with it… we’re entrusted to tell them, and care for their souls, like we care for our church and our bodies. It’s life. It’s salvation.
It’s changes, taking place, because… like us rescuing those kids, giving them a home, love, laughter, food, and acceptance… it’s what He longs to do for us.
It's easier to turn away. Let me quote verses 4-6 again.
But as we were allowed of God to be put in trust with the gospel, even so we speak; not as pleasing men, but God, which trieth our hearts. For neither at any time used we flattering words, as ye know, nor a Cloke of covetousness; God is witness: Nor of men sought we glory, neither of you, nor yet of others, when we might have been burdensome, as the apostles of Christ.
Did you get it? It pleases men for us to keep it to ourselves, but He allows us to speak for Him, about him. For those who don’t know Him, its offensive. We so often bow to that, don’t we?
1 Corinthains 18, says: For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God. Verse 23, says: But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling block, and unto the Greeks foolishness.
No one wants to be seen as divisive, foolish, or offensive. So, we keep our mouths shut… as day-after-day, week-after-week, and year-after-year, people leave this world for an eternal destiny away from god, with spirits so wicked they lead people to do that to kids.”
He noticed they were still standing there, and asked them to return them to their seats, again keeping Louie. “I spoke to a man from your congregation earlier, and he expressed to me his shock and outrage, that what happened to those kids, could even happen in America, and in the state of Texas. You know why it did, and does every day?
Because the church has dropped the ball! We’ve become politically correct. We’re more worried about people not seeing us as foolish, than we are that God Himself, entrusted us with His words. Their anger, laughter, derisiveness, and hate, has shut our mouths.
While they’re hanging out in cave systems—and I know, because I’ve been there—while they’re breeding monstrosities meant to kill thousands, while they’re doing rituals to the demons of old, and fallen angels at war with God, while they’re raping, starving, and murdering children and adults, we’re not speaking about Jesus and his sacrifice for all of us, so that men and women can be free!”
Jake was pacing now, striding across the front, not seeing any of them. He was filled with the spirit and walking in his calling, as comfortable, as he could be. Louie was clapping, and he never even noticed; he just shifted him, and pulled him back up, when he all but turned upside-down, as he responded to Jake’s energy, and tried to look behind him when Jake’s volume increased, to see what he was yelling about.
“Let’s go on in Corinthians:
But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ, the power of God, and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men. For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called:
You see, I’m nothing special. I just have a calling. A mandate, like all of you. I’m entrusted to speak His word, and tell people there’s a choice. A better way. A way that leads to Him and everlasting life. That leads to love and laughter, and plenty. Why me…?
Well… according to my brothers, I’m a klutz. You all know, after last night, I’m as capable of foolish choices, as anyone. But verse 27 says: But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
Let’s go on. Verse 28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
Why? Verse 29—That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of Him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption: 31 That, according as it is written, he that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.
I don’t glory in who I am. I don’t glory in my position as a professor, or someone who’s asked to speak. I don’t glory in having the ability to cast out demons, and send evil spirits out of this world to await their punishment in the abyss. That’s not my power. It’s not my might. It belongs to God!
I’m merely His messenger. I’m Super J, remember, not God. He sends me. He wants to send you. Are you willing? Will you take the gospel, that’s His message to the world, into the people surrounding you, like He entrusts us all to do?
You can go, just like me. I promise you, if I sat down, any of my brothers could come up here and finish this sermon. My sisters could. My wife could wipe the floor with me, in a head-to-head preaching contest.
It’s not about me! It’s about Him! I’ve been told, there’s a coven of pagans in this area, too. I’m, not surprised, and neither should you be. God’s people have always been intermingled with those who refuse to serve Him. And those who hide in His house—using His name—to hide their wicked endeavors. I know, you’re here.
If you were there last night, or watched online, you saw the pagan leader in that area, surrender to the Lord. You saw his daughter and him be freed from the spirits bound to them. I know you have them, too.
I’m familiar with how they hurt you, lie to you, use you, and twist you into someone who does every form of evil known to man. It’s the same spirits from the Levant!
The same ones that caused Sodom, Gomorrah, and three other cities, to be destroyed! The same spirits the caused all the firstborn boys to be destroyed in Egypt! The same spirits that caused God to send one angel to wipe out an Assyrian army of 185,000 hardened soldiers, in one night!
He’s powerful! He’s mighty! And he’s angry! He hates it when children are hurt! He said, in Luke 17:2, It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he be cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Did you see the offense to them? Did you participate? Or maybe not them—but other little ones? Have you done rituals to those who war against God?
I know some of you feel trapped. I also know some of you revel in it. I know some, like him, were born into it, and never had a chance to know anything else. But guess what?! You know enough to pretend to be Christian! You know to hide it! That tells me, that like the word states, God’s law is known to you! You can’t war against someone you don’t believe exists!
You scream that he’s a fairy tale, but I don’t see you doing rituals against the tooth fairy, or those that tell, about it. He’s real, and you know it! You’re afraid of Him, and you know it!
I’m aware that rituals have been done in anticipation of me speaking tonight. I’ve had death threats for six months, openly… and many before that. I’ve been raped, shot, stabbed, cut, poisoned, and my very reputation so slandered it’s ridiculous. My horses have been shot. My wife taken. I’ve watched my nieces and nephews attacked, and held dying babies in my arms, and picked up bodies of those murdered.
You’d rather serve demons—who twist your bodies and souls into parodies of what God made us to be—than surrender to Him. Can you ask yourselves now, tonight, here in this room, or by the internet…. What really holds you?
It is fear? Pride? Position? Money? Family, and friends? Is hell really that appealing to you? It’s eternal, folks. Its everlasting. Eternity with God is too. But you have to choose.
And for those of you feeling righteous, because although you know you’re not what you’re supposed to be, you haven’t served demons, and may not have even known people did… don’t sit there and feel good.
If you haven’t surrendered your entirety to him, your about in the same boat. He said, we’re hot or cold. And if you try to stay in between, He’ll spew you out. When that happens, you get the same eternity of those who did the worst. It’s Him, or them. It’s right or wrong. It’s all or nothing.
Hell is real! The lake of fire is real! Fallen supernatural beings, you’d call angels, are real! Demons are real! Those who worship them, rather than the creator, are real. God is real! As real, as me, standing here before you. Many were healed last night. Many were set free of demons. Many, experienced salvation for the first time; and many were renewed, as they surrendered anew, or deeper.
He’s here. He’s issuing the same message he’s issued since Adam walked the earth. The same message, John the Baptist issued, and Jesus Himself. Repent, and be baptized. Surrender your all. We’re so close to the book of Revelation being fulfilled. Watch the news.
Watch what’s happened to me. Why would anyone go after a simple college professor, teaching how a book written so long ago, has truth and validity? Ask yourself, why, that using the same criteria used to evaluate other ancient texts, to find that the New Testament, meets all the criteria—and indeed meets them better than any other known text—Is worth killing me, students, a home health nurse, and children!
For a God, that supposedly is just a pie-in-the-sky dream! Why, have men fought since the dawn of time, over religion? Why is Christianity, so hated across the world, and its adherents, killed. And not just killed—killed in heinous ways. In ritualistic fashion. In sacrifice to demons.
If you’re here tonight, and you’ve participated in any of this, I challenge the demons inside you, to manifest, and show their power and presence, and stamp me out. You saw the results last night. You game?
I’m holding my son. He’s an innocent child, that was sodomized. He had a tracker that was poisoning him put in his bladder. Every child, God brought to us that night, had them. I’m just a man. Demons, do your best. Watch.”
He shifted Louie to his right side. “Now, even my draw is hampered. Hear me, denizens of hell… put a bullet in me, if you’re capable! You think your god will prevail?! Either tonight, or in the end?! Show me, and everyone else, that you believe it enough to reveal your true colors!
I call, bullcrap! My God is real, He’s the only God, and he’s about to send you to where you belong. Let’s dual! You come forth, and I’ll send you to the abyss,” he taunted. “It won’t take long. You’ll be, before Lucifer, before I get out of this building. Now’s your chance.
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