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Friday, July 16, 2010

PROPHECY FOR AMERICA #2 - 7/16/2010

Part 2 of this prophetic word to the Nation:

This morning as my alarm went off, I hit the button and went back to sleep. And I saw our President, President Obama sitting at his desk - papers, Bills and pressing concerns lay scattered all across the top. As he looked at them, hands placed on top of them, a flood; a deluge of the Holy Spirit fell from the ceiling upon him, drenching him in the Spirit of God. Then the tide flowed from him and out from him as a wave of water rushing over his desk and washing away all that was there.

Some of the items on his desk were drowned and washed away. Others were cleansed and purified.

Then said the voice of God to me, "America is not forsaken. Just as the Nation of Israel will always represent my beloved Israelites no matter where they reside, America will always represent my beloved Gentiles, those who are adopted by faith into the family of God; the wild olive branch grafted into the tree.

America is not forsaken. She is pruned like a tree and plucked like the eagle's wings. I, the Lord your God am tired of my leaders - the ones whom I have anointed and lifted up - using my Name to propagate their own political agendas and views.

They misuse my Word to confirm and justify their lies and they believe they are justified because of their justification in Christ - because of my anointing. But the Spirit is not in those words and they will be separated from their views. As big churches and big leaders fall for their immorality and unrighteousness; for their dogma and 'religiosity', so too will mine anointed be plucked for their political deceit - deceiving my Believers and prophesying falsely by calling it 'teaching' and 'understanding.'

Even mine beloved John Hagee who loves my people of Israel will see his plucking come and he, like others with him - James Robinson, Perry Stone and others(*) will be separated from their words of lies. Even as America and her system of lies must needs be plucked - gay marriage; housing; banking; foreign policy; peace in the East - even as these issues are plucked and exposed, so too are my people, my beloved Gentiles. So that only those who worship in Spirit and in Truth will have the strength to stand and rebuild."

These are the Word of the Lord, as noted by His humble servant on this day,
~Min. Dez

(*) I see the face of another individual whose name I cannot or do not know at this time.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

PROPHECY FOR AMERICA #1 - 7/15/2010

After prayer and fasting for three days, I went to sleep on the evening of the 3rd day and I saw in my mind's eye 3 black triangles each triangle in the shape of a crown and I heard the voice of the Lord saying: "3 kings; 3 kings."

Then I saw a line of people marching towards the 3 kings. And a swoosh like a wave came over the people and I heard the rushing of water - a splashing; a deluge of water like a wave over the people.

And the revelation of God came to me saying, "there are 3 kings of this world - the king of death; the king of destruction and the One True King of Life." And the kings looked like 3 points of a crown. And the people were marching towards the king of their choice and they split - some to the left: the king of death. And some to the right: the king of destruction and others marched towards the King of Life in the middle.

And when the wave of water flushed over the people as they marched, God said, "I am pouring out my Spirit upon them all, but only those walking towards life will receive that anointing."

Then God showed me in the vision of my imagination an eagle in its hideaway nest. God reminded me that the national symbol of America is the eagle. And He told me America IS that Eagle. She is not forgotten, forsaken or punished like the Israelites who chose for themselves kings of persecution. No instead, America is like the Eagle who has retreated and is secluded for a time to pluck its wings, sharpen its beak and claws, and renew its strength.

God showed me in great and vivid detail the Eagle painstakingly plucking out its own feathers revealing the pink, scrawny flesh beneath with tiny, frayed, scattered and ragged feathers exposed. And He, God Almighty, spoke to me as the Eagle plucked saying, "Thus sayeth the Lord your God - America is plucking its feathers. This time of great and devastating trial for individuals is a part of that plucking - businesses; the economy; housing; wall street and banking - systems and individuals alike - even Christians in the churches especially are being plucked.

And like the Eagle whose worst is exposed, its jagged ugliness revealed - so is America revealing its ugliness - seeming even to prefer it and glorify its worst by exposing the worst, wearing it on the surface of life and pulling out; pulling down that which ordinarily seems good. The worst is coming to people's lives and their good things; their comfort, security and best is being plucked from them.

And like the Eagle when his feathers are gone - even though he's plucked all the good feathers on purpose, the Eagle is not at its best. The Eagle cannot fly and cannot soar. The Eagle is grounded and weakened. The Eagle is exposed and in danger - vulnerable. And it must retreat to protect itself during this time of plucking and of great vulnerability.

So too will America be. So too will the individual be - exposing their worst as if it is preferred; exposed in their worst as if it is common. And the eagle, like America plucks its own feathers. The eagle, like America and like the individual do this to themselves. There is no one else to blame.

We do this to ourselves through the choices we make and the decisions we make. America and its leaders will begin to make more and more decisions we do not understand. More systems will fall. Churches will fall. Leaders will fall. Individuals - Christians and non-Christians alike will fall - for the wheat and the tares grow up together and God sends rain upon them all."

But God said to me that as the feathers begin to grow, the Eagle may still pluck them out. It is necessary for balance and optimum performance of the new feathers until finally, ultimately the Eagle will allow the feathers to grow. And like America it will grow strong and full of glory. And eventually the beak and claws will be sharp again. And like America we will be sharp and on top again. It is a pruning that is necessary.

And of the leaders, there will be a few which will be allowed to grow first. And of the churches there will be a few which will be allowed to grow first. Even the people represent feathers. And how we will grow back will be through those of us in the church - the Believers that remain faithful, praiseful and true in Christ Jesus. We who withstand these trials and go through them believing in Jesus, never wavering and never falling to sin - we will rebuild. We rebuild ourselves, we rebuild the churches, we rebuild America, we rebuild.

And like the Eagle's feathers there will be a few individuals who will be allowed to grow first. No Eagle's feathers grow all at once and immediately. Invariably there are always a few that emerge first and will be allowed to grow. Watch for the "firsts" in leadership, in the churches and in the people and then will all the systems, the churches, the people and America itself rebuild and be strong - strong enough to soar once again.

The word of prophecy from His humble servant on this day,
~Min. Dez

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

CALL & RESPONSE...

Acts 26:16: But rise, and stand upon thy feet: for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee;

I was incomplete. I had no purpose, no new plan and at 42 years old I still was searching for what I wanted to be now that I was "grown up." I decided once and for all that I would choose my absolute dream career, decide what I would need to change about my life to accomplish it and do so with professional, determined fervor and wisdom. I looked to the core of my being - what I loved, what I was especially good at and what I would be proud to say was my career until the end of my days.

The answer: writer and speaker.

I searched the internet, read books and joined social network groups looking for people doing the same thing. I asked questions, joined online discussions and attended seminars and webinars. Those gave me a step-by-step plan for changing a career and two of the most important suggestions everyone and every book made consistently was to make a plan and find a mentor.

I made a month-by-month outline for writing and publishing specific works and I set out to find a mentor. I joined the Sylmar Chamber of Commerce which ultimately led me to a man, a pastor and a Bishop who looked me in my eyes upon first meeting and asked me what he could do for me. Jokingly I got bold and told him he could be my mentor. Immediately he agreed and immediately he followed through.

Months later in July 2008, his wife invited me to speak at her women's fellowship. I had just completed and published the first booklet on my list. I was right on track to publish one a month. Now I was officially a speaker, author and a publisher - and all to the Glory of God! I knew I was well on my way towards finally finding myself.

Afterward, the Bishop made a video of the engagement and posted my name as Min. Deidre Campbell-Jones. It looked good. But I admitted I was not a minister when he'd asked and he told me I would need to be if I wanted to get paid by churches for my speaking engagements. They asked me to begin teaching at the Bible College that September and I considered joining the ministry school, but chose a free online course instead.

For weeks prior, maybe even months - I had been suffering a terrible itch in my feet. The burning was consuming and unpredictable. I hadn't used a new soap, nor had I recently used any new lotions, no new shoes or socks - just the same 42 year old feet!

But I changed lotions, used oils, slept in medicated lotion and pedicure socks, soaked in medicated foot baths, exfoliated with foot scrubs, increased my pedicures - I tried nearly everything but the itch would not stop. Oh, yeah - I scratched, and scratched and scratched.

Nothing helped.

It began to be a distraction. Shoes would get kicked off at the most inappropriate times - to scratch. Flip-flops were worn in inappropriate circumstances - to scratch, and my walk changed, my talk changed and even my focus changed all because of the itching, burning and scratching.

Everything I tried made the itching increase - although my feet were supple, smooth and soft!

Finally, in a frantic, burning panic I went to the church on a Wednesday afternoon. I didn't know what to expect, didn't know what to ask. I knew one of the church leaders was said to have the gift of healing, but I'd never seen it for myself, never experienced it and wasn't even sure I believed in it. I also wasn't even sure if she was even going to be at the church, but I went anyway - if nothing else but to cry out to the Lord in prayer for relief.

She was there and as soon as she hugged me she said - "Oh, come on, let's pray." She took me into the sanctuary and she kicked off her sandals. I took off my flip-flops. She anointed my head with oil and began to pray. I cannot remember one word of what she said accept at one point she said, "Yes, there it is."

I could barely pray with her. I was distracted. I don't know if I was waiting for the itching to stop or for white lights to descend from heaven or an angel of the Lord to walk through the door and announce I was healed. But at the end of her prayer, none of that had happened and the burning had not been abated. She told me the "Lord would minister to me for three days." I didn't know what that meant and I went home bleary-eyed.

For three days the burning and itching did not stop. Finally, I was driven to the word of God in sheer desperation and craze. I went to my online bible concordance and typed in "feet". I had no idea what I was looking for or what I might find, but I found what God wanted me to see.

Acts 26:16: But rise, and stand upon thy feet: for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee;

And visible right under that scripture was this:
Rom:10:15: And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!

I was sent to my knees with tears of stunning revelation! Could it be true? Without a doubt it was true. Like a zombie I walked upstairs, crying, dazed and bewildered. It was time to get dressed for the day. I showered and in that shower I realized my feet did not itch or burn!

"Yes! Yes, Lord - I understand and I accept!" And it was then that I was anointed and baptized with the Holy Ghost.

I went back to the scriptures to see what had happened to me - what did I just do? What did I just accept? Acts 26:16 continues with this: 17: Delivering thee from the people, and from the Gentiles, unto whom now I send thee, 18: To open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.

Am I really to be sent? Can I really do all this? Not alone - not on my own; only with and through the power of the Holy Ghost.

I remained drunk and bewildered, distracted by the Spirit of God upon me for the rest of the day and Saturday too. On Sunday my Bishop was teaching and his sermon led us to the book of Luke and my eyes wandered away from the text and found Luke 4:18-19 "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, To preach the acceptable year of the Lord."

There. I was reconciled. I went to the altar - with no more tears - but peace, indescribable peace. Oh, yeah and soft, supple, itch-free, BEAUTIFUL feet!

That Tuesday, after Bible Study an older, newly licensed pastor was saying goodbye to me, walked away and came back. "The Lord just told me to give you this bible." It was a paperback ESV version. "Ok, thank you." I said, wondering what God was up to now.

That same day as I was rereading the scriptures God had given me regarding my calling, I noticed that Romans 10:15 was in all-caps. In my study bible that means those words are a direct quote from the Old Testament. I decided to search for the original text - it proved to be a little bit of a challenge. I found it - Isaiah 52:7 (all my favorite numbers). I was looking for my large study bible to look it up and passed by the ESV I'd just been given and decided to find it there: "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!"

There. I was complete. I have finally found myself. Oh, the journey is just beginning, the trials will be harder, newer and more challenging. And walking by faith may lead me down a long and grueling road. But my feet... will be beautiful, no matter what!

One year later, and badly in need of a pedicure I will receive my license into the service of the Kingdom of God as a Minister of the Gospel.

Finally I am what I never knew I always wanted to be when I grew up. Now maybe it's time to grow up. Nah... I think I'll schedule a pedicure instead! :D

Power, love & peace ya'll! (2 Timothy 1:7)
"~Min. Dez"

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Angel of Faith

I saw my faith today. And I didn’t help him; didn’t ask what he needed – I just shooed him away.

I saw my faith today and I dreamt about him last night. In my vision he was strong and confident, handsome and smiling at me. He was sitting on a bench as if waiting for the bus. I smiled and said hello. And when I turned again to point him out he had gone away.

I saw my faith today and I know it was him. In my lament the day before I had asked to see my faith just as Jesus had seen from those he’d healed. It was not ironic that he should appear today when I’d only just asked of him yesterday.

I saw my faith today and I didn’t even recognize him until it was too late.

He laid on my lawn, face to the fence, disheveled and a bit mismatched. Glasses covered his eyes from the light but not any light that shined from me. I told him my lawn was not the place to be. “Ok,” he said. “Ok?” I asked. “Yes, I’m Ok,” he replied and still I let my light hide.

I saw my faith today and regretted I’d left him once I got about a block away. I turned to return and ask how I could help or ask of his need. But when I was back my faith was nowhere to be seen.

I saw my faith today and I know it was him. I had asked to see where my faith lacked, and when I had the chance I forgot to ask and it was too late by the time I came back.

I saw my faith today and if he was just a bum, I met him not with love but instead with fear. I didn’t even ask of God to listen to what He would have me hear.

I saw my faith today and treated him with disgrace. If compassion had prevailed I would have treated him with God's sufficient grace.

I saw my faith today and gave him no compassion for his strength. My faith is weak and wanting and my fear keeps him from growing and showing what he’s capable of. I canceled his chance to do what he could, if I would have just show a little bit of love.

I saw my faith today and in my fear, I didn’t listen and couldn’t hear. And when I could have helped; could have given him increase, instead I sent him away.

Dear Faith, come back and if you will, with compassion I will generously add to your lack. And if I see my faith again someday – oh, Faith – Dear Faith, I pray; next time I’ll not send you away.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

CONDEMNATION

Romans 8:1: "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit."

Really? Well, there shouldn't be. At least not amongst ourselves. If there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, why then do so many believers suffer such condemnation - especialy and mostly from other believers?

It's like when my mom would tell me to let my son do something I had already told him he couldn't. When I complained to her that she'd never had let me when I was his age and how could she go against my word - she told me that her father had done it to her and she didn't like it either.

As for the church, this situation is definitely not at all like dealing with a 4 year old and a grandmother handing out candy. No, in the church we're talking about what seems to be a public flogging - not for sin, but perhaps for disobedience or a misunderstanding, rumors, cliques or a bad message from a new minister. And in this public execution the convicted is given no trial, no defence and no opportunity for explanation. And not only that, the accused must take it without flinching, expression or complaint, I might add!

It's as if our church leaders and elders have suffered such condemnation themselves that they feel it is their duty and obligation to pass the buck.

Well, the buck stops here!

As a manager at AT&T (and a good one, I might add), I didn't much care for the trickle down theory. So long as my team was doing their job (and doing it it well, I might add), then whatever mess upper-management wanted me to harrass my team with, stayed right with me and they never heard it. Some management techniques are just unnessary in order to get the best out of your team.

Wouldn't it be nice if it were mandatory for Pastors and church leaders to attend the same management courses I did?

I think perhaps they hold on to Titus 1:13: "This witness is true. Wherefore rebuke them sharply, that they may be sound in the faith;" as a justification for being harsh. But this scripture in Titus, let's not forget, is talking about the "many unruly and vain talkers and deceivers, specially they of the circumcision: Whose mouths must be stopped, who subvert whole houses, teaching things which they ought not, for filthy lucre's sake."

And so, if you go this route, be sure of it's usage, I might add - because, what goes around comes around... or in more biblical terms, you reap what you sow.

Or maybe the leaders are kind-of partial to a scripture in 1 Timothy chapter 5 as their justification. Verse 20 says: "Them that sin rebuke before all, that others also may fear." I get the rebuke before all part - but still, this scripture is talking about sin, people! And the bible is clear about what sin is. And, last I checked not being decent and in order is not listed as a sin.

Now, don't get me wrong I am not in anyway advocating disobedience amongst the church leadership. The bible does say to do things decently and in order and so that is what we must do. And there are requirements of leadership that are expressed in God's word that must be adhered to. Leadership must provide a specific example and must be accurate in their teachings and most not fall prey to spirits of gossip, lying or deception. Duh, sounds obvious to me.

But what seems not to be so obvious within the church, is how best to deal with such common needs of correction (that exist within and outside of the church, I might add).

But gee, I seem to remember a scripture about going to an individual first and if they don't listen and repent, then go before the church, then take it to the leaders. Hhmm...

Listen, all lessons are for the greater good - without a doubt. But some lessons are to learn what to do and others are to learn what NOT to do. All I can say is I know what I will NEVER do.

Never have, never will. The buck stops here - for me, there is and will not be any condemnation (at least not publicly) for them that are in Christ Jesus - and under my leadership, I might add.

Power, love & peace, People!
~Min. Dez

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Destiny's Journey


Some journeys are well traveled roads. Common, familiar and easy. We cruise along the path oblivious to the process as we habitually turn each corner, climb each hill and break each slope. Only to arrive, blink and wonder how we managed without incident or memory of the trip.

This journey - my journey - is not like that. This journey is one of reluctance, hesitance, unsurity, insecurity and yes, a moderate amount of fear.

As I open the window for you to view my progress, you will undoubtedly come to your own conclusion based upon the progress of your own journey - and your observations will be varied.

Some might say that I am making slow but steady progress toward a clear destination. Others may say that I am floundering and wandering aimlessly down a muddy road with too many directions to choose from.

I say my journey has just begun, although it started more than 10 years ago. I say I still have such a long, long way to go, although I am teetering on the precipice of completion. I say the journey has made me weary, leery and weak, although I trudge on with a strength and endurance that is beyond me. I say the path is muddy, with many obstacles, directions and difficulties still yet to come. However, my destination is clear - crazy, unimaginable, overwhelming and clear.

When this path first appeared it was like a hazy, dirt road on a foggy day. I peered at it without knowing what it was or where it was going - then tried to ignore it as inconsequential. When the path persisted I joked as to where it might lead, then still tried to dismiss it as a path not meant for me.

It was years before the view of the path cleared and I was able to see the destination more clearly. It was absurd to think that the reality of where this path could end up would be in a place far more outlandish than even my most absurd imaginings! OK, maybe - just maybe this path ended up in a very good place - but a place still not meant for me. Definitely not me.

Why not me? Who else but me, since I was the only one to see? Please, Dear God, not me! Yes, me. This path was meant for me.

And so I watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Four - no five, has it already been five? Five years ago I accepted it. I stuck out a big toe like testing the cold water of a pool - then yanked my foot back like I so often would. I wrote about it, dreamed about it, and tried it on for size in the privacy of my dressing room of life. And by the way, I still watched it, argued with it, denied it and tried to imagine a life without pursuing it.

Three - sorry, I forgot - Four years ago I made up my mind. I packed my bags, said good bye to the sanity and sanctuary of friends and family who always had thought they understood me, and I took my first hesitant and frightened step.

In these last four years I have walked, sometimes trotted, but never quite run toward a goal I think is crazy. I have stopped, I have even sat down and I have wistfully looked back to a time when I did not know and could not see what was meant for me.

But I will not stop. I packed my bags (all my baggage), and made up my mind. Armed with nothing but 2 scriptures and a great deal of hope, I continue to trudge on driven by the surity that if - just if - I happen to arrive at this awesome, fearsome destination, it will be extraordinary, phenomenal and inconceivably wonderful. This destination...

A destination, a journey to a place that is called destiny. My destiny. Destiny's purpose in life. My God given purpose.

Sometimes while we travel, we see another driver, glance in that direction and never take note or give them another thought. Perhaps that is how you will see me.

Sometimes we see another traveler and something catches our eye. We may watch a moment, muse a moment or even briefly wonder... Then they continue on their own separate way and thoughts of them fade as quickly as they do. Perhaps that will be how you see me.

Other times we get caught in traffic, bunched up with drivers because of fate. And whether we cruise along peacefully or struggle with road rage, we share a community of progress, each with our own destination. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

And on rare occasion on our own individual roads of life, we travel a path where we encounter another driver - seemingly traveling to the same basic place. At times they follow us and then we follow them. We may take note of who they are and what they drive - possibly even read a licence plate. We'll share a moment or even a long while - silently and separately together, with maybe a glance, a smile or a brief a wave of acknowledgement. Perhaps that will be how you experience me.

I cannot say how long this path will be for me, so whether you glance and move on - never to take notice; or whether you wonder a moment at who I am and where I'm going; or whether you follow a while, smile and wave or better yet, if you decide to stay for the journey, I invite you to come along for the ride.

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