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I spent hours writing to you for a prayed request but Satan sent my cat to clear all my words I had originally wrote to you. I assumed I am lead by the Spirit to write to you or it is just my flesh. I had to write it all over again. I spit at SATAN! My prayer request is to have the Words of GOD in the Good New Version and the King James Version and the New King James Version in my computer that I may hear his words daily and not Stargate, Star Trek, and other TV programs. As it is written, Romans 10: 14-15 “But how can they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how can they believe in him of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone to preach? And how can people preach unless they are snet? As it is written, How beautiful are the feet of those who bring [the] good news!”
I know the Good News Bible might not be correct or the most correct translation but the Good News Bible is anointed in at least one passage where Peter, John, and James saw Jesus glorified while speaking to Moses and Isaiah on the holy mountain,. 2 Peter 1:12-19 “ ……This is my Son, my beloved, with whom I am well pleased……” Peter leaves out what three gospels add what The Righteous Father spoke out at the end “Hear him!”. The words that the Good News Bible uses are Powerful and Holy They moved me so much that I survived Prison.
Months ago, Jesus sent me to prison and jail. He gave Satan permission to send a robber to take away my flat screen TV, 4 of my cell phones, and my heart monitor for exercising. I rebelled against God. I did my own thing without GOD. Now, I lost my job, I lost my van, and for a while I lost my freedom. I am listening to the bible right now. http://www.audio-bible.com/bible/bible.html In jail and prison, I almost finished reading all the catholic and protestant bibles. I just needed to read Job and Isaiah. When I got released from behind bars, I fell on my knees outside the courthouse, raised my arms and hands up to the Righteous Father and shouted Loud praises and thanks for his mercy with tears of joy wearing my new “WHITE ROBS” from jail in the streets of Los Angeles, California.
Today, I am returning to my old sins or gay sex and gay porn. God’s knew me years before just like it is written by Solomon, “The dog returns to his mire.”. I am a liar. If I died today, I would be spit out by Jesus. I will never have access to the Tree of life. Jesus wants me to overcome. All I see is failure. Sometimes, I am for God’s Word like I am writing to you a stranger, a neighbor and then I return to the sins of my flesh with gay men. How much will I have to suffer before I really repent to serve the true and Living God and be a truly a changed man for GOD? In the Gay pride parades, I saw the holy Children of God shouting how sinful it is to be gay and that gay lifestyle and to repent as Jesus and John the Baptist preached at the waters in Israel. I looked away in shame while other gays shouted negative comments to God’s people. I am a slave to the sins of the flesh. I am a victim of a child molester who introduced me to being gay. He voluntarily left the Order of the Society of Mary and quit his job as the high school band director of Central Catholic High School.
Today, I am penniless. If it were not for my brother who kept my home from being lost, today I would be homeless walking the streets of Los Angeles County, California. Now I depend of California State Disability checks, food stamps, tax returns, and Social Services General Relief checks. For 26 years, I was an Electronic Telecommunications Technician FCC licensed despite my HIV+ illness. .I was making $70,000 a year with overtime. Now I make ZIP. No one will hire a Felon. I am a double minded man. I am a slave to the sin of being gay. I am poor. I am blind in spirit. I am destitute.
Last Sunday, I went to a church that fed me, gave me emergency food, and feed my spirit and soul. They gave me card that states in hard paper, “Faith is: Ceasing from forever trying to make myself good enough for God, and letting Jesus really be my Savior. Rev 3:20, “Look at me, I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear me call and open the door, I’ll come right in and sit down to supper with you.” How do I open the door to Jesus? How do I know he is knocking? All I can think is the bible. All I can think of that the WORD means about opening the door to Jesus is that I hear his WORDS over and over and over from beginning to end. I am too ashamed to face a church except this last church I visited. Years ago, a pastor disciplined me. He told me he delivered my body to Satan that my spirit maybe saved in the day of the LORD. I was stubborn. I did not and have not listened to the Man of God consistently. The church that helped me last Sunday is having Easter Morning Service at 6 AM on the beach near Belmont Shore, California. I called the bus system. I cannot be there on time. No buses get there early enough for me. How I wished I could be with those people of GOD at first light on the Pacific Ocean on that Resurrection Day. This is another prayer request. Since I started trying to write to you I heard 1 Peter to the end of Revelations and from Luke Chapter 1 to Luke Chapter 12. I will never see Jesus. I am a sinful man.
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