My Guardian Angel and the Lady Bug<\/h3>\n

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I have been blessed to have experienced a number of angelic encounters along this wonderful journey with our Lord and Savior, and I have a couple of stories to share. I have been in some tight spots in my life, but each time God’s favor has kept me from being seriously injured. There have been times when, financially, we were in so much trouble we were about to lose everything, but the Holy Spirit sent an angel to show me the way to fix the situation.<\/p>\n

Many of you know that I have had a real craving for motorcycles for most of my life. I believe we can all agree that riding motorcycles is a risky endeavor. A number of times my friends and I got together to go riding; however, we referred to this activity as dodging cars, which is a large part of the sport. Riding a motorcycle on a crowded interstate is like running with the bulls.<\/p>\n

If I had to choose my most favored motorcycle from all the ones I have owned it would be the “Lady Bug”. Back in the day I was frequently adding special parts customizing my ride to my liking. I recall in the summer of 2001 I had received a package from UPS and I knew it had to be my new highway pegs. These pegs are made for stretching out and resting your legs while riding down the highway. After I had installed them I thought I needed to go and try them out. I had a number of different routes I had created over the years, and this one needed to be a long ride with lots of curves. Choosing the Lake Worth route, I headed out to make sure that when I took the curves my pegs would not drag the pavement.<\/p>\n

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As I exited off the interstate, making my way around the lake, I noticed that my left peg was grinding the pavement on each turn. At one sharp curve I decided to look down and see how bad it was. Now anyone who rides motorcycles knows the rule; wherever you look is where your motorcycle will go. As I came into one long sweeping curve I took a chance and leaned over to check out my left peg. Big mistake! When I finally realized I had messed up it was too late; very quickly, I over corrected my error and I landed in the ditch. When it was all over I found myself with a 750 pound mountain of hot metal on top of me. Fortunately, the ground was sandy and soft from a recent rain, which kept the bike from crushing me; however, I was not able to get out from under its weight.<\/p>\n

Lying there with my leg getting very warm from the exhaust pipes, I began to assess the fact that I needed help. This lake road was not well traveled, but, fortunately, in just a few minutes I heard a car coming around the corner. Slowing down, the driver very quickly rolled down their window then this nice lady asked if she needed to go for help. Embarrassed and still not ready to let go of my pride I thanked her but declined her assistance. I kept trying to dig my way out, but it was just not enough to get free. Then another lady stopped and said she had a mobile phone and she could call for help; once again I declined.<\/p>\n

Finally, I gave in and prayed these exact words: “Lord, I need a hand. Please help me get out of here.” In just a few seconds, a jeep came around the bend and a small fellow stuck his head out and asked if I needed help. Without hesitation I said, YES! As he walked toward me I noticed he only had one arm and I began to laugh out loud. He started chuckling wanting to know what was so funny. I told him I had just said a prayer asking the Lord to send me a hand and then you came around the corner. We both laughed for just a second and then everything got really eerie and foggy; time seemed to speed up, and in a split second I was standing outside of the ditch holding up my motorcycle.<\/p>\n

After gaining my bearings I turned to thank the fellow for helping me, but he was already gone. I do not remember him pulling on the bike or me getting up off the ground. I believe you will agree with me that sending me a one-armed angel after I prayed to our Father to send me a hand reveals the measure of His divine humor.<\/p>\n

The Angel Spoke to Me<\/h3>\n

A few years prior to the “Lady Bug” experience I was visited by a very tall angel who spoke to me and told me what he was sent to do for me. I will start from the beginning: I was in my study busy straightening up and picking up books and magazines that I had been going through for the past week when all of sudden a form started taking shape in my doorway. It is rather difficult to explain how it took shape but if you remember the old popular TV series “Star Trek” it might help you understand how the angel appeared. Remember what it looked like when the members of the ship were being transported and they would say, “Beam me up Scotty”. Well, that was exactly what it looked like, and it did not take very long for all the digital pieces to fill in the empty space that quickly became the form of the angel.<\/p>\n

He was so tall I could not see his face because it was hidden behind the top part of the door casing. He did move but not very much; he just straightened up a little after he completed his transformation. I was scared and didn’t know if this was an angel from God or a demon taking on the appearance of an angel. Then he spoke with an audible voice saying, “I will tell you what you need to know and I will prosper you.” Well, that settled it; he had to be a demon. You see, back then my doctrine was much different than now and we did not believe that ministers were to have anything, especially money. The poorer you were the more spiritual you became. Anytime we had more than we needed for a day or so we gave it away lest it find a way into our hearts. Without even thinking I raised my voice stuck out my pointed finger and rebuked the demon\/angel and he vanished faster than he had appeared.<\/p>\n

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Immediately, I began pulling all my ministry books and bible out and began preparing a message entitled, “The Spirit of Divination”. The message started with this verse; “Now it happened, as we went to prayer, that a certain slave girl possessed with a spirit of divination met us, who brought her masters much profit by fortune-telling” (Acts 16:16).<\/p>\n

You see, I knew this scripture well because I had been leading a campaign coming against the #900 psychics, and I just knew this had to be the same spirit that wanted to get into me. I was determined to keep him out and chase him far away from me.<\/p>\n

At the time we had a Saturday morning radio program, and I preached against that foul spirit live over the radio. Then that night I was scheduled to preach at a conference in the Dallas Convention Hall by the Dallas\/Fort Worth International Airport, preaching the second part of the series. The next morning, I preached the third and final sermon completing the three part series. After we had the series complete and nicely package we began to offer the series in our newsletter.<\/p>\n

A few weeks had gone by and we seemingly supernaturally started losing most our supporters and money to pay bills stopped coming in; this all happened in 1993, just before the Thanksgiving holidays. We were flat broke with no food. Attendance in our little church was dwindling, and I was forced to go to the local food bank just so we could have a few groceries. My wife had just given birth to little Savannah and we were getting very frightened we may soon be without a place to live. Of course, I had been praying my heart out to God for answers, but the heavens seemed to be closed to my prayers. After one of our evening services as I was walking across the parking lot and God spoke. He said, “If you are going to preach about demons then let the demons support you; I called you to preach about hearing Me and My messages.” Well that is all I needed to know, so I thought.<\/p>\n

The next morning I told God I would destroy the master tapes to this message about the spirit of divination and call everyone requesting they burn their copies. Then I began to plead with Him to help me and after a day or two He spoke these words; “I sent you the one to help you and you ran him off.” I knew I had messed up big time.<\/p>\n

That night I lay awake in our bed musing before the Holy Spirit, looking for a way I could get this angel back. Suddenly, I had a revelation that gave me an idea. You know how when you walk by a place there is known evil activity going on and you can feel the presence of demons? Well, my theory was that angels must hang around places where God and His people gather. It was four o’clock in the morning, and I jumped out of the bed waking my wife telling her I was going to the Tabernacle. She wanted to know why but fell back to sleep as I excitedly told her about my plan. Back then our moto was to Pray, Preach and Prophesy; which came from a teaching the Holy Spirit taught me on how to usher in the spirit of prophecy. The revelation then was if you prayed to find out what to preach and you preached what you were told during prayer the angel of prophecy would show up to minister for you. Now I knew what to preach so I would deliver the message until my prophetic angel came down with my word. Then I would prophesy to the angels gathered in the Tabernacle and they would have to do His Word according to this Scripture; “Bless the Lord, you His angels, who excel in strength, who do His word, heeding the voice of His word” (Psalm 103:20).<\/p>\n

Preaching and Prophesying to Angels<\/h3>\n

I had finally found God and His revelation and the answer why everything in my life was falling apart. He had sent me an angel, which I mistook to be a demon and I ran him off. God had sent the angel to help me financially who spoke to me these words: “I will tell you what you need to know and I will prosper you.” God had graciously allowed me the insight of what I needed to do in order to receive the promise within this verse of Scripture.<\/p>\n

“But to which of the angels has He ever said: “Sit at My right hand, till I make Your enemies Your footstool?” Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister FOR those who will inherit salvation” (Hebrews 1:13, 14)?<\/p>\n

When I got to the Tabernacle, I rummaged around in the office looking for a blank tape to put in the recorder, because I wanted to have a copy of my prophecy. I had been doing a lot of studying on angels after this experience. I figured if they are sent to us from God we best know something about them. As I made my way to the pulpit, where the tape recording system was, I put the blank tape in the recorder. My theory was that God’s angels could always be found wherever God’s people gathered. Knowing from scripture that whatever the Lord spoke in heaven had to manifest on earth as it is written; “Your Kingdom come Your Will be done on earth as it is in heaven” (Matthew 6:10).<\/p>\n

All I had to do was speak whatever He was saying from heaven and His angels would have to go do His word. The Angelic hosts of God have been commanded to do His will on earth, as it has been proclaimed in heaven. This is a huge breakthrough for the body of Christ. If you can find God and His Word and you speak His word on earth as it has been spoken from His throne His angels will go do His Word.<\/p>\n

“Bless the Lord, you His angels, who excel in strength, who do His Word, heeding the voice of His Word” (Psalm 103:20).<\/p>\n

It does not matter whose voice it is that declares His Rhema Word; for His angels know His will for you and when the word is spoken His angels excel to do His will. All that matters now is that His Word is proclaimed; then everything will change for His angels will do His Word.<\/p>\n

With that in mind and the tape in the recorder, with the sound system live throughout the sanctuary, I began to preach the message from my heart. Not seeing one angel sitting in the pews I continued to preach as if the room was packed out. Finally, His Word came, delivered by the angel that had been appointed unto me a few years prior. This angel is God’s messenger appointed to minister for me, ascending and descending from His throne delivering His Prophetic Word for whomever is in need of a Word from God. This night the Word was for ME!<\/p>\n

I can just imagine what my angel thought when he landed in the Tabernacle sanctuary and saw all these other angels filling up the room. I could hear in my spirit him say “What are you all doing here? And they all replied, “Waiting on the Word of the Lord so we know what to do.” When these types of spiritual things happen to you it is difficult to explain in detail how something like this transpires.<\/p>\n

Now for the final results and blessing from all my praying, hearing and obeying. Satisfied that I had my Word of Prophecy I shut everything off and went home, leaving the Tabernacle knowing in my spirit it is finished. I had done all that I could do; it was time to sit back a patiently wait upon His angel to do the work. Two weeks had gone by and we still had faith that His Word was going to work for us. Then the day finally came.<\/p>\n

Someone was at the door as I opened it there stood a middle aged man in a suit and tie. He introduced himself, and all I remember is that his first name was Harold, after all it had been a number of years ago; this all occurred during the autumn of 1993. I invited him into are humble little home and he sat down. Without hesitation he began to state his reason for coming to visit us without introduction. He asked if I knew of a list of men who I had played high school football with and said he represented them. We talked about each one and we had fond memories of the “good ole days”. Then he got to the point of his coming as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a check for $50,000.00. I was floored, utterly shocked needless to say. It was evident the angel God had originally sent me that I had foolishly ran off was now back. The evidence can only be found in the favor of God’s unrelenting love and grace. From that time forward, this ministering spirit has been there for this ministry many times over.<\/p>\n

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Juding Angels, Kent Simpson<\/strong><\/p>\n