Are you asking for the Real Gift of Christmas?

Christmas Holy Spirit
As I reread these words of Jesus, I find myself thinking:
Luke 11:9 And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
10 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
11 If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?
12 Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?
13 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?
Holy Spirit
So, Jesus did not leave us alone down here, but left precious Holy Spirit, Emmanuel, God with us, to provide comfort, power, purpose and direction for our lives.

Yet we read in:
Ac 4:30 By stretching forth thine hand to heal; and that signs and wonders may be done by the name of thy holy child Jesus.
Ac 4:31 And when they had prayed, the place was shaken where they were assembled together; and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and they spake the word of God with boldness.

Holy Spirit truth
One can never get enough of Holy Spirit. In this busy, busy season, how easy it is to get extremely busy with the hustle and bustle of life, and forget the importance of the person and presence of the Holy Spirit. In this season, we need Him more than ever, Gifts to purchase and wrap, old friends contacted and friendships renewed, family gatherings that can be of temporal comfort, but no eternal value, without Him.

Include Him in your day! Cry out for His power! Yesterday’s blessing, is yesterday! Tomorrow has not come yet! NOW Faith is, and He is an ever present help in time of need.
extreme faith
Let’s Pray, with purpose and power:
‘Father, I come to you now, asking you again, for the Holy Spirit, and power. Precious Holy Spirit, make this the year of your power, the year of miracles. Visit my life, shake my world, bring your fire, your power, your life, to my world, this Christmas! In your name, Lord Jesus, Amen!’

Sometimes, we simply need to remember who Jesus is!

Christmas at the Gas Station

Christmas at the gas station

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. “Thank you, but I don’t mean to intrude,” said the stranger. “I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.” “Not without something hot in your belly.” George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. “It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty. Stew … Made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.”

Just at that moment he heard the “ding” of the driveway bell. “Excuse me, be right back,” George said. There in the driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. “Mister can you help me!” said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. “My wife is with child and my car is broken.” George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. “You ain’t going in this thing,” George said as he turned away.

“But Mister, please help …” The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. “Here, take my truck,” he said. “She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.”

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. “Glad I gave ’em the truck, their tires were shot too. That ‘ol truck has brand new .” George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. “Well, at least he got something in his belly,” George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. “Well, shoot, I can fix this,” he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.

“Those tires ain’t gonna get ’em through the winter either.” He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, “Please help me.”

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. “Pressure to stop the bleeding,” he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. “Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,” he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

“Something for pain,” George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. “These ought to work.” He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. “You hang in there, I’m going to get you an ambulance.”

The phone was dead. “Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.” He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. “Thanks,” said the officer. “You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area.”

George sat down beside him, “I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.” George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. “Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through ‘ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain.”

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?” he asked. “None for me,” said the officer. “Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.” The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. “Give me all your cash! Do it now!” the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

“That’s the guy that shot me!” exclaimed the officer.

“Son, why are you doing this?” asked George, “You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.”

The young man was confused. “Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!”

The cop was reaching for his gun. “Put that thing away,” George said to the cop, “we got one too many in here now.”

He turned his attention to the young man. “Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pea shooter away.”

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. “I’m not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,” he went on. “I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week.”

George handed the gun to the cop. “Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.”

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. “Sometimes we do stupid things.” George handed the young man a cup of coffee. “Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.”

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. “Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.” “Shut up and drink your coffee ” the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. “Chuck! You ok?” one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

“Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?”

“GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?” the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, “I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.”

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

“That guy work here?” the wounded cop continued. “Yep,” George said, “just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job.”

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, “Why?”

Chuck just said, “Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and thanks for everything.”

“Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems.”

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. “Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day.”

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. “I can’t take this,” said the young man. “It means something to you.”

“And now it means something to you,” replied George. “I got my memories. That’s all I need.”

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. “Here’s something for that little man of yours.”

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

“And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too,” George said. “Now git home to your family.”

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. “I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good.”

“Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,” George said. “See ya the day after.”

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. “Where’d you come from? I thought you left?”

“I have been here. I have always been here,” said the stranger. “You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?”

“Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.”

The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. “But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. “That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man.”

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. “And how do you know all this?” asked the old man.

“Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.”

The stranger moved toward the door. “If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.”

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

“You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.”

George fell to his knees and replied, “Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus”

Merry Christmas!!

This story is better than any greeting card.

Christmas Love?

Merry Christmas

Read this satirical post from a friend of mine Dan Neufeld, and had to reshare.

If I speak in the tongues of Christmas materialism and greed but have not love, I am only a tinny Christmas song or an out-of-tune choir.

If I have the gift of knowing what Aunt Agatha will give me this year and can even understand last year’s present, and if I have the faith that I won’t get yet more socks and ties this year but have not love, I am nothing.

If I clear out the house and give everything to charity and my credit cards are snapped in half but have not love, what can I possibly gain?

Love is patient when the fourth store you’ve tried doesn’t have a bottle garden.

Love is kind and lets the couple with only a few items go in front of you and your bulging shopping cart.

Love does not envy your friend who gets mega-presents from everybody.

Love does not boast about the expensive bike, the PlayStation 3, the TV, Wii, and computer your dad gave you.

Love does not attempt to out-buy, out-wrap, and out-give the rest of the family just to impress.

Love doesn’t cut Aunt Flo off your Christmas card list because she forgot you last year.

Love is not self-seeking and leaves a copy of your Christmas list in every room of the house.

Love is not easily angered when the young girl at the checkout takes forever because she is just temporary staff.

Love doesn’t keep remembering how many times your mom forgets you don’t like Brussels sprouts.

Love does not delight in the commercial bandwagon but rejoices with the truth of a baby born in the stable.

Love always protects the family from Christmas hype.

Love always trusts that the hiding places for presents will remain secret for another year.

Love always hopes that this year more neighbors will drop in to your open house coffee morning.

Love always perseveres until the cards are written, the presents all bought, the shopping done, and the Christmas cake iced.

Toys may break, socks wear thin, but love never fails.

Where there is the feeling of the presents to guess their contents, and Mom going on about being good so Father Christmas will come, and searching through the cupboards to find your hidden presents, they will all stop.

For we think we know what we are getting, and we hope we know what we are getting, but when Christmas Day arrives, all will be revealed.

When I was a child, I talked with big wide-open eyes about Christmas, I thought that Christmas was all about me, I reasoned that Jesus should have been born more often. When I became an adult, I forgot the joy, wonder, and excitement of this special time.

Now we just hear about the angels, shepherds, and wise men; then we shall see them all the time. Now I know as much as the Bible says about the first Christmas; then I shall know just how many wise men there were and where they came from.

Now three things remain to be done:
– To have faith that the baby born in a stable is the Son of God.
– To hope that the true message of Christmas will not get discarded with the wrapping paper and unwanted gifts.
– And the most important, to have a love for others like the one that God has for us.
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Let’s Pray:

‘Father in heaven, this CHRISTmas, may we truly honor and experience Jesus and His love. May we again find ourselves grateful, reverant, and in worship towards our King, Amen’

12 Days of Christmas in Texas

Come on out and meet with Jesus in these meetings – Bring your folding chair!

Gonna have a water baptism on Christmas Eve!


Victory Daily Bible Reading

Victory Daily Bible Reading

December 20th, 2013

Luke 13:7 Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?’

Going to cut our Christmas tree today!
Luke 23:31
For if people do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?”

Despite all the pagan traditions that try to pollute the birthday of Yeshua, God the Son, I know why we do what we do. Sure, tree’s were used in idolatry, but in our house, a Christmas tree is simply a tradition we enjoy, to remind us of another, tree, with no branches, ornaments, or outward adornment, but upon which the greatest gift we have ever received, died. His blood shed upon a tree, a cruel cross, His sacrifice, our gift to all mankind.

Jesus is the reason for the Season!

Luke 13 Esther 7, 8 and Psalm 145 are today’s readings!
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Christmas Newsletter – AOM Ministries

Christmas Newsletter - AOM Ministries

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Newsletter, Christmas 2013

Had an interesting conversation with a former client and friend today, about the huge financial struggles we currently face, and have faced all year. He, like many others, have had great difficulty trying to understand how, I, having established expertise and business network here in Tulsa, could literally leave the industry behind, and ‘go follow Jesus’. The question is always: “Have I actually, …authentically heard the voice of the Holy Spirit, to do what I am doing, now?” and if so, why would God allow such financial hardship upon my family and I, if we had obeyed Him? Well, let’s just say, that the God is serve, is the same God that sent a nine month pregnant woman and her supposedly illegitimate husband, on a donkey, on a long journey, in difficult weather, to give birth to God the Son, in a stable, in what we now call Christmas time. He loves to slice through our self will, expectations, pride, and reasoning’s, for one reason: He really loves people, all people, and those of us that serve Him, need to be able to truly love and relate to, the down and outters, just as much as the up and outters. Yes, we have screaming financial needs, yet money in no longer my Lord, Jesus, fully is, and I will not need to wait for heaven to hear Him say: “Well done, good and faithful servant.” as I have learned daily to hear His voice, simply to survive, and have counted the cost, and He is worth it all! So if you are a friend, and I have endeavored this year to share His Word and His love with you, daily as we have been able, simply because He said to do it….Merry Christmas friend! You are greatly loved, and prayed for, fervently, daily! Jesus is Lord!
As I read these passages this week, they jumped off the pages of my Bible at me.

Luke 6:20 And he lifted up his eyes on his disciples, and said, Blessed be ye poor: for yours is the kingdom of God.
21 Blessed are ye that hunger now: for ye shall be filled. Blessed are ye that weep now: for ye shall laugh.
22 Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of man’s sake.
23 Rejoice ye in that day, and leap for joy: for, behold, your reward is great in heaven: for in the like manner did their fathers unto the prophets.
It seems in the kingdom of God, that down is up, and up is down!
Last year, 2012, I fully transitioned from full-time construction to full time missions again.
As I read these verses today, in our yearly Bible reading, they jumped off the page at me, like the Lord was speaking to me, personally.
Luke 6:20 And he lifted up his eyes on his disciples, and said, Blessed be ye poor: for yours is the kingdom of God.
Truly, this year, we have been brutally financially poor. No vehicle, often with one or more utility cut at the house, learning what it is to live in extreme poverty, where we literally had nothing, not one red cent in our pockets.
Yet, the kingdom of God has come!
Been working with international leaders, and have now folks interested in starting 51 Bible schools, in eight different countries. There have been miracles, as we have walked with Jesus, one day at a time, and seen Him do what only He can do….
Reminds me of a quote I read from Heidi Baker. When she had finished her doctorate, intending to raise up seminaries to train leaders in Africa, the Lord sent her to Monzambique with the instruction: ‘Go, sit among the poor, and learn of my kingdom.’
Like her, all of my great intellect, network, education, influence, and ability, has met the cross of Jesus, as I have walked among the poor of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Learning that even with all the great international ministries here, this is a brutal place to live, without money. Having to trust Jesus for every meal…
Luke 6: 22 Blessed are ye, when men shall hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of man’s sake.
23 Rejoice ye in that day, and leap for joy: for, behold, your reward is great in heaven: for in the like manner did their fathers unto the prophets.
Division, simply means ‘two visions’.
After fasting and prayer this year, I believe I heard, and have continued to hear Jesus voice, on the things, the specific mandate He has given to me to perform, people called alongside, to support the vision He has given me, have seen, understood, and come alongside me to help me get it done. Yet, most have not seen, understood, nor accepted what I am doing, and have separated me from their company, in most cases, not maliciously, but simply because we are now going different directions in life. They are busy doing what they believe they need to be doing tand I am busy doing what I need to be doing, and I have been separated from their companies. In the case of the business world, it is clearly not personal.
Previously, I was Chris the contractor, the man with the plan, and the network of contractors and suppliers, extremely skilled in getting things done, quickly.
Now, I am Chris the missionary, intent on starting Bible schools, learning about North American Indians, and bringing revival to the United States of America, and in leadership development.
At best, it is a huge mental leap for people to understand or process what I have done.
Why, after all these years of building a successful company contracting, would I abandon it all, to follow Jesus?
Guess, it all comes down to whether or not I have heard His voice, clearly, to be doing what I am currently doing.
If I have, I take my place on the old gospel trail, among the myriad of great ministers in the earth, and write eternal testimony on the fabric of time.
If not, I am just another ‘faith-flake’ you know, one of the granola Christians many claim the Tulsa is full of: full of fruits, flakes and nuts!
To those of you who know me, and who know Jesus, please pray for me, and add me to your daily prayer lists, and ‘whatever He says to do for me, do it!’
If somehow, you do not know Him yet, please sell out to Him, and not only pay lip service to some simple Christmas prayer, but seek Him, with all of your heart, for the plan, purpose, and destiny you have been created to live. Give Him Your all, and begin to make the Bible more than a nice book, but final authority on any decision you might make.
When you do, there is ‘life and life more abundantly’ awaiting, only to be understood, when walked out in faith and obedience to the Holy Spirit’s specific directions for you!
If you have not listened to the healing CD’s, download them for free on the link above. Please feel free to distribute them to anyone you know is sick or suffering. Jesus still heals! My gift to you!
That’s it, that’s all.
Simply wishing everyone a very Merry CHRISTmas, trusting that you will do more for Him next year, as we all grow in grace, strength, faith to faith, and glory to glory, each year we have here in the earth.
You are deeply loved, by God and by me, and I have spent countless hours this year both praying for you, and in pouring my life into relevant Bible teachings, pretty much daily, as He has led me.
We continue to do these three things:
1.Support the vision of Victory Christian Center
2. Pioneer Bible Schools Internationally (working with leaders in 8 countries presently)
3. Serve in First Nations Ministry to the North American Indians.

Victory Daily Bible Reading

Victory Daily Bible Reading

December 17th, 2013

Got Busy doing the Christmas things this weekend, had to read three days at once.

How are you doing on your yearly reading plan?

Luke 10: 16 “Whoever listens to you listens to me;

Luke 10, Esther 1, 2 are today’s readings!

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Victory Daily Bible Reading

Victory Daily Bible Reading

Dec 13th, 2013

Please Join us this weekend for the dramatic production: ‘Believe!’
Sat at 5PM, Sunday at 9,11, and 6PM,

At Victory Christian Center, 7700 S Lewis, Tulsa, OK!/victorytulsa

Luke 6, and Zechariah 9 and 10 are today’s readings!

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