Things are getting better all the time

Things are getting better all the time Written by Pistol Pete Wednesday, 09 December 2009 00:00

Sunday, a woman pastor who used to attend the church and will again, told many things of her inner tribulations without getting into specifics, that I indentified with. She was crying and very passionate the entire time and it really hit home. I also shed some tears. I don't know her background and it's none of my business. Even those who have devoted themselves to God can stray to the dark side when their guard is down. Though I NEVER contemplated suicide, as she did (had the barrel of a pistol in her mouth), a pistol was always within easy reach for me and I believe that is what Satan wanted me to do. But God said "NO!" The Lord came to my rescue with the shining armor, shield and sword of the Holy Spirit and slayed the dragon who would consume me. God lifted me out of that dark lair and into the Light and set me free. He is my champion and my hero and I owe Him my life.

I played to a tune with Allen (the pastor) that I had never played to before, but have listened to, and it worked out great. I had asked God to guide my fingers and He did. I even played the Ricky Ricardo drums on one tune! When I started to play on another one, I just stopped, set my guitar down, and walked over to Brenda while she was praying, her face lifted up with eyes closed. Her arms were stretched out and I took her left hand, and while my eyes were closed and praying, Ed took my left hand. Then Brenda put her right hand on my chest and I felt a warmth move completely through me. She also spoke God's language again. And though I don't know what the words were this time, it was right after I heard her say my wife's name. I loved being with all of them. I had asked God to send me to a small church and put me with people who are in the Spirit, which He did. I asked Him to send me someplace to be Baptised and He is. I ask and the Lord gives. He's my best friend. The day was beautiful even though outside it was cold and drizzling. Inside it was warm and full of love.

Afterwards we all (10) went next door to Allen and Brenda's house and sat around a long table and they fed us a really good bean soup and cornbread and we had some laughs. What a deal!

Next Saturday I'll go back to go over tunes with Allen and then Sunday I'll be there again to play and for anything else that comes up, which I'm sure it will. I know that particular church is where I should be. It's not the building, it's the people and the Spirit that surrounds and moves through us. And I have faith that more will return who left, along with new people.