God's Truth: Of the Giving to Us of God's Truth

     While driving down the road one day, I received these words "I will give you God's Truth". Whoa, what? Again "I will give you God's Truth"... So thinking like a man, off I went, I thought to publish The Truth ...Gods Truth, a sort of news letter, of how the Lord had saved me from sure death and revealed to me his love. Well it was OK but it wasn't it. For the spirit of the Lord stayed with me, moving me, to seek more and more of the truth.
     Finally, I asked, saying "Lord what books would you have me read?" figuring that what ever money I had, I would spend on getting these books. "Lord just tell me plainly, what books should I get, there are thousands in the book store?" After 3 days of waiting (teaching of patience) going about things, with the question was still in my heart, in the back of my mind. What is this "God's Truth? What would the Lord have me do? Then as I was working one day, the spirit said "go back". ...period. That's all ...just "go back" I always assumed the word of God was the Bible, but what Bible? there are hundreds ...well it seems like hundreds. What would the ministering spirit mean by "go back"? Go back to reading the Bible more? Go back and start reading from the beginning again? Go back to feeling about the Bible the same way when I was a kid ? ( I was afraid of it,... to drop it, or cover it, or swear an oath over it.) Still, in spite of all this reasoning, in my own mind, the spirit endured, and finally breaking though my selfish reasoning. "Go back" simply meant to "go back to an earlier Bible ... simple ...I'm learning ...everything of The Lord is simple, not brought to the mind, but to the heart. Established in the heart, written there, that in your conscience you know it is from Him.
     Well OK... but which earlier Bible ? Off I go again, into my own reasoning, into the mire of published materials; the history of the Bible. What a mess... thousands of documents, foreign languages, religious differences, conflicting histories, every conceivable imagination of men. I can't stand this, how can anyone sort out the truth from this mess? I give up. Oh man, was I vexed, I felt like there was no way to find the truth of God, in the historic pile of religious dogma.
     There's no way Lord, I can't do it.
     Then quietly one day, as I was looking again over the history of the Bible, my eyes fell upon one Bible. It was a Bible recorded by a martyr William Tyndale...burned at the stake, "so that a plow boy can receive the scriptures". As I sat there the Lord moved in my heart, I felt heavy, over come with sorrow. The blood, the blood, Lord, a martyr for the truth. And why? So plain folk can receive the truth of God? O man this was it, sorrow replace by overwhelming joy. A life in the flesh given so the plain folk can receive the truth. This was it, and the Lord quickened me to desire this word above all things. This Bible was recorded into English, in 1527, from the original Hebrew and Greek. And I knew in my heart, that a Bible written by a martyr "so that a plow boy can receive the scriptures", must be better, than a Bible written to establish a "religious order", and the honoring of King James.
     Now the glory of the Lord really started happening. For I was in a mighty wonder how this Bible would ever come about. You see the Lord was in the midst of spoiling my goods, whereby I lost everything I owned. (I later rejoiced at this spoiling) But at this time, when ever I said "Lord I've been working since I was thirteen, aren't you going to leave any thing"? He would take something more, till there was nothing left. That not by my own hands, could I claim anything. Thank you Lord, for now I know, all things come by your hand.
     So how was the Lord going to do this thing, with a man that has nothing left, save an old computer. Now I say this to the glory of God that he truly is able to do all things. Even as I was homeless, wandering in darkness, at 3 in the morning, lost, not knowing where I was, did I pray why? Lord, why? Behold as the morning sun rose, the light came, and I saw that I was praying in the ashes of a dump, a place where the people of the world throw away and burn, that which they deem unworthy. Unknowingly, with ashes on my head, I was made able to continue to witness to the glory of God and Christ. He held me, he helped me, he was going to do all things, and to make all things possible. I thanked the Lord, and began with a new hope, not of the things of the world, but in the love, truth and realness of God and Christ.
     I know, without doubt, that it is he, the Lord, that worketh mighty things for his children. For I have been told by God: "take your hands off your life" that by his hand only will I live, and in those hands, I will never die.