March 1, 2013
All things on this earth eventually come
to an end because nothing lasts forever. We don’t think about this when we’re
young, but as we grow older, age begins to impose itself and there is no way to
escape this reality.
After serving as a pastor for
37 years, I have been given new orders from our Heavenly Father, and as of
February 17, 2013, I resigned from the position of Pastor of Resurrection Life
of Jesus Church in Sacramento, California.
The decision was not easy to
make since my wife and I have come to love the congregation in Sacramento and we
have been together with some of them for more than 25 years. But the handwriting
has been on the wall for the last four years as the Holy Spirit directed us into
webcasting and the beginning of writing the Kabbalah book series. Struggling to
be a pastor and writer has created an inner conflict in my body because I
realized that 95% of my time in the last four years has been spent writing
books, newsletters and articles for the website and there has been no time to
nourish the church.
When you are asked to do
something that you don’t necessarily want to do, it is easy to drag your feet to
the point that God has to use persuasion in the form of pain to make us comply.
In my case, it came down to so much stress that I began to develop hives on
several places on my body and I could see the toxins breaking out from inside
The battle in the last year for
Aina to have victory over the cancer has taken a huge toll on me, and made me
finally realized that if I wanted to have any quality time left on earth and be
productive, I had to let go of the position as pastor and concentrate all my
time on a worldwide outreach via the Internet. I can tell you that the moment I
surrendered my will to God and told Him I will obey, my body instantly began to
heal, and as of this writing, I am about 50% healed from the attack on my skin.
GOD SPEAKING IN THE PAST
I have been guided all of my
life by the Holy Spirit, it’s just that I didn’t understand it in the beginning.
I was five years old at the end of World War II when a number of American B-17
bombers landed at the airport of my hometown. The bombers had been badly damaged
over Germany and could not make it back to England; their only option was to
head for Sweden, which was a much shorter distance for them. There were constant
funerals of the American airmen who died on their bombing runs, and since each
B-17 had a crew of nine, there were a large group of American airmen interned
just outside our city, where they were waiting out the war.
My parents took me to watch one
of these funeral processions which consisted of a Swedish military brass band
and horse drawn flatbed wagons holding coffins draped with the American flag.
Following the coffins marched hundreds of American airmen as they headed to the
cemetery. I clearly remember standing on the sidewalk just a few feet away from
the procession and holding the hands of my mom and dad. As the American airmen
marched passed me, I heard a strong voice inside my head saying, “These are your
people. You do not belong in this country. Some day you are going to go home and
be with your people.”
I tried to tell this to my
parents but they just brushed it off as idle talk from their little boy. A seed
was planted in me that day that one day I would move to America. It never left
me as I grew up and I could not walk away from it. When I attended college, I
made the decision to immigrate to the United States as soon as I graduated. When
I met Aina, I told her that if she married me, she would have to follow me to
the United States.
God opened the door for me
through my Mormon uncle, who became our sponsor, and on June 1, 1963, nineteen
years after God had spoken to me, Aina and I left Sweden and settled in Salt
Lake City. During our flight over the Atlantic, I again heard the same strong
voice inside my head saying, “You better not mess up in this new country I am
bringing you to.” I was in a backslidden condition at the time and a great fear
gripped me when I realized that God had spoken a severe warning to me as an
adult. I had no one to fall back upon and took this warning very seriously.
By 1965, my fear of dying had
increased and I was a very anxious person. I was constantly wondering where I
would end up if I died in my backslidden condition? One Sunday night, tired of
drinking beer and watching television, I turned on the radio and started to
search out the different stations. Suddenly I heard a strong voice preaching
straight from the Bible and I was gripped by the Holy Spirit. I slumped into a
chair and listened to this man that had me completely captivated.
I had come in half way through
the program and was told to tune in again the next Sunday night. I wrote down
the time and the station and for the next four months I listened intently to
this radio evangelist.
In the month of May, 1965,
Billy Graham announced over the radio that there would be a three day television
crusade and my wife and I prepared to watch it. During the first television
program, when the invitation was given to salvation, both my wife and I closed
our eyes and silently prayed for salvation. A prodigal had come home and my wife
I still refused to go to church
since I felt that all pastors were hypocrites and it took nine months before we
decided to attend a Billy Graham film presentation in Salt Lake City. It was a
divine appointment for us to meet Pastor Robert McCullar, who disarmed me from
all my prejudices of Christians, and for the next three years we were grounded
in the Bible, baptized in water and given a love for the Lord Jesus Christ.
CALLED INTO THE
In 1967 my wife’s uncle sent us
an audio recording from Sweden of an opera singer who had been saved and was now
singing for the Lord. As we listened to that recording, the same strong voice
came back and said, “I am calling you to do like this man, I am calling you into
the ministry.” I had to leave the table immediately, went to the bathroom and
wept as wave after wave of the presence of the Lord rolled over me. On April 17,
1967, I was licensed as a preacher in our church.
At that time I had a job I
loved in civil engineering as a designer and was working on my master’s degree
in civil engineering. We were active in our church, but I continued to grow more
and more restless. This time, I did not hear a strong voice but a gentle calling
from the Holy Spirit to attend seminary. Since I did not have complete guidance
over which seminary to attend, I prayed and was given the answer to apply to all
six of the Southern Baptist seminaries and God would open one of them for me. In
a short time, responses came in from all the seminaries; five told me that I did
not have enough college credits in liberal arts to be accepted, while Golden
Gate Baptist Theological Seminary approved my application. In September of 1969
I quit my job with the Utah Highway Department, sold most of our belongings and
drove to Mill Valley, California to begin my theological training.
A PROPHETIC WORD
In 1967 we had received an
audio tape from the same uncle of my wife who had sent us the recording of the
opera singer. On this tape was a message for us from a completely unknown
brother in Christ who spoke a prophecy which had to do with the calling of me
and my wife into the ministry. I wrote it down and here is what the man
“Behold, I, Jesus, am the
bright morning star which shall guide you and give you light on your path
through my own Word. Behold, on my hands have I written your names, and I shall
lead you on my own path, says the Lord. You shall surely encounter difficulties
and dangerous passes. But then you shall remember that it is I that am sending
you and no human being. And where I am, every gate shall be opened and every
difficulty shall be overcome in the power of my Name and in the power of my
atonement at Calvary, says the Lord. Hallelujah! Your Redeemer. Amen.”
I had been at the seminary for
less than a month when the Holy Spirit directed me to attend the Anaheim Billy
Graham Crusade. God worked out the details and we stayed with a family where we
were introduced to the baptism of the Holy Spirit.
In 1970, we had a divine
appointment with the director of the Scandinavian Seamen Mission in San
Francisco. Four months of revival meetings in Sweden in 1971 came from that
meeting and also led to the salvation of my brother and his wife. God directed
me to help them immigrate to the United States in December that same year and
prepare to join us in our ministry outreach.
I was instructed by the Holy
Spirit to form an evangelistic organization and the Swedish-American
Evangelistic Crusades was born. Later that name was changed to European-American
Evangelistic Crusades. I was directed to form a Gospel group and train young men
and women in reaching people for Christ. Upon graduation from the seminary in
May of 1973, we left for Germany and Sweden with the Gospel group for ten weeks
of intense tent revivals. We estimated that we preached to some 30,000 persons
who came to the different cities where the tents were set up.
CALLED TO WORK AS
During my 1971 evangelistic
meetings in Sweden, I conducted Bible studies during the day, using six simple
prepared study notes. The leadership of the Swedish Baptist Union became
interested in my teachings and printed up thousands of these simple outlines
that were used from city to city. I did not know that God was calling me to
begin writing Bible study material to be used in the evangelistic outreaches,
and during the winter of 1973-1974, I was sidelined by God and could not get any
meetings. The Christian Dynamics Bible studies were born during these eight
months of preaching inactivity.
God also very clearly spoke to
me during these silent months that He wanted me to build a print shop and told
me: “In the future no one will print your material and I want to prepare you now
to be dependent upon me and independent from people.” I had no experience in the
art of printing and money was so scarce that the first piece of equipment we
purchased was a stencil duplicator.
By 1979, the Lord had opened
the doors to purchase offset presses and all the equipment needed to print my
books, and by 1985 the prophetic word from God came true when no print shop
dared to print my writings. In having obeyed God, we have been able to produce
books, pamphlets, tracts, The Flaming Sword newsletter and
The Dove magazine.
At the end of the summer of
1974, we came back to California from the largest crusade meetings we ever held
in Sweden. There had been one citywide crusade that lasted four weeks with
thousands of people coming to the meetings, resulting in salvation and
rededication. I was riding high and thought that finally I had found my calling
and that I was going to be an evangelist for the rest of my life on this earth.
What I did not know was that
God had other plans for me and at that time I could not understand God at all. I
descended into a deep depression as I had no income or place to minister, and
Aina and I were forced to live with my brother and his wife who purchased our
food and gave us money for gasoline.
God used my brother to speak to
me, who told me that since God had directed me to write more Bible study
material, I should stop having a pity party and do what I was supposed to do. It
was during these lonely dark days of my life that the Holy Spirit gave me the
words to write what would become a foundation for the work I am doing 37 years
CALLED TO BECOME
Once I had settled down and
humbled myself before the Lord, the call to become a pastor came early in the
year 1975. Since God had shut all other doors, I realized that even if I did not
want to give up the work of an evangelist, I had to go where God told me to go.
A RADIO MINISTRY
I had only been a pastor for a
small church in the city of Lodi, California for a few months when God woke me
up early one morning and clearly told me to start a radio ministry. I had no
experience in radio preaching, I had no equipment and didn’t know of any
Christian radio stations in the area where I lived. Our church was small and
they were struggling each month just to meet my salary. I wrestled with this big
challenge all week and when Sunday came, I shared with the congregation what God
had told me, and to my great surprise a businessman in the church came up at the
closing of the service and told me that God told him to give ten thousand
dollars to get the project going. In addition, I had found out that there was a
small Christian radio station in the city of Lodi. In just a few weeks, I had
signed a contract, purchased the equipment and had enough money to pay for one
year broadcasting. From this small station followed other stations and for the
next 30 years I was preaching on the radio five days a week. I thought that I
would be preaching on the radio until Jesus came back or I went to be with Him
but God closed down the radio ministry in 2005. I was devastated and could not
understand why God would do such a thing.
My wife and I liked the small
city of Lodi and I thought that I would be in that city for some time but God
surprised me one morning with that strong voice and told me to move north to
Sacramento. When I shared this news with Aina, she started to pray about the
matter and God told her the following: “When the myrtle tree in front of your
kitchen window stops blooming, you will be moving.”
It was time to take a step of
faith again since we had no ministry base in Sacramento, just a small Bible
study, which had been started from my daily radio broadcast. The day of the move
came and when I looked out, the myrtle tree was no longer blooming. All our
belongings were loaded up on some pickup trucks belonging to friends of ours. We
had signed papers to rent an apartment and there was only one thing missing,
money for the rent. To get the keys we had to pay the first and the last month’s
rent, plus a deposit. I was in turmoil as we drove the hour long drive to
Sacramento. We were scheduled to have lunch with a lady in the same apartment
complex, who was also attending our Bible study, but how could I tell the people
hauling our furniture that I could not get the keys to our new apartment since I
didn’t have a dime to my name?
This was a horrible drive as
the Devil bombarded me with unbelief and told me that a disaster was looming
ahead that day.
We finally arrived at the
apartment of our lady friend, and as I walked into her place my eyes were drawn
to an envelope on her coffee table with my name on it. I asked her in disbelief
how mail could have been delivered to me at her place. She had no answer. I
picked up the envelope and found that it contained cash, exactly what I needed
to pay for our new apartment. I never found out where the envelope came from. It
was with shame for my unbelief and at the same time an indescribable joy that we
were able to have a wonderful lunch before I went to pay for the apartment and
pick up the keys.
We stayed in the apartment for
one year during which the Lord directed me to form a church that began with five
families. God opened the door for us to lease part of a warehouse which we
converted into a church.
As I struggled with the
financial burden of getting the church off the ground, the Lord had spoken to
Aina that He was giving us a house to live in. My faith was now stretched so
thin that I got angry with my wife, but she just smiled and told me that God was
working things out.
We had a real-estate lady in
our new church and she took Aina house shopping and they narrowed it down to
three houses. Completely frustrated, I met the lady at the first house and said
no. She smiled and said we should drive to the next one, which was a brand new
tract home and had been vacant for more than two years. As I walked through the
garage, into the kitchen and the dining room with a sliding door to the
backyard, the familiar strong voice said, “This is the house I have saved for
you, buy it.”
I never looked at the rest of
the house and just told the lady that we would buy the house. She smiled again
and told me that she needed a five hundred dollar deposit to start the loan
process. I told her that I didn’t have the money. This didn’t seem to faze her
as she made out a check payable to me for the deposit amount and asked that I
would in turn write out a check for the same amount payable to her.
When my brother and his wife
heard what we were trying to do, he told me that he would loan me seven thousand
dollars to use as a down payment. My salary at this time was anything but steady
and the real estate lady helped us to fill out the loan papers and take them to
a bank. Astonishingly, the bank approved the loan and in a few weeks we moved
into our very first house. When God moved us thirteen years later, we sold it
for more than three times what we originally paid for it.
MY FAITH NEEDED
1984, I had resigned from the church we had founded, Christian Life Ministries,
because God had told me to move on. By this time I had completed five books in
the Christian Dynamics series, we were producing The Dove magazine, there were
daily radio programs and every night during the week I was conducting Bible
studies in different cities around the Sacramento area. I had also written a
three hundred page book in Swedish which we had printed and shipped to Sweden,
where they were sold during our summer crusades. Life was moving at a fast clip
and the ministry generated enough money that I did not have to bother the Lord
praying about my daily bread. God
does not want us ever to come to the place where we do not need Him and believe
we can handle things on our own.
In 1985, God began to speak to
me to start another church, something I did not really want to do. It was much
easier to work as a Bible teacher and evangelist, than to get bogged down with
the duties of a church.
When I did nothing, God began
to stir things up financially and my comfort zone suddenly disappeared and I
began to stress over the situation. A lady in the ministry told us to rest and
made travel arrangements for us to fly to Tulsa, Oklahoma and attend an Oral
Roberts’s three day conference. On the way back home, I sat at the window and
looked out over Texas and argued with the Lord how I did not want to start
another church. He did not listen to me and finally I told Him that if I was to
start another church, He would have to give me a name for it, since I was not
going to come up with a name. Instantly the strong voice said “Resurrection Life
of Jesus Church.”
The first Sunday after I came
home, we had our regular Sunday morning service in the home of one of the
members. More than 60 persons were attending, including children, and the house
was filled with people room to room. I laid out a membership list on the kitchen
table, preached a message and told the people God had called me to start another
church. Anyone that wanted to become a charter member had to sign the list after
the service. To my amazement every adult signed the list and Resurrection Life
of Jesus Church was born.
MOVING IN THE
For years I had been preaching
salvation, the baptism of the Holy Spirit, healing, casting out of demons and
trusting in God, and now God was going to give me some practical lessons on
living in the supernatural.
As usual there was no extra
money for securing a building and the logical place was to start praying and
asking God what He wanted to do. So all the people in this newly formed church
started praying and seeking the Lord about what He wanted us to do. It was a
weekday that the Lord woke me up early and told me to drive to a specific
location on a street that I knew well. This took place in 1985 before cell
phones became prevalent like they are today.
After breakfast I drove to the
spot God had told me about and found a nice building with a sign that said it
was available for lease. On the banner was a phone number, and I wrote it down
and drove home to make the call. A sales representative answered and told me to
go back to the building and he would show me the building. When I got there, it
was the owner, Danny, that gave me the tour. I didn’t know at the time that he
was a strong Christian attending a Pentecostal church in town and was a
multi-millionaire builder. He knew of me since he had heard me preach on the
radio. He then took me to another building but we both agreed that neither of
his buildings would be suitable for a church.
He then surprised me when he
told me to find a location and he would pay for the improvements. I thought
Danny was just trying to be nice but he insisted that I call him as soon as I
found a suitable place.
A few days later, God spoke to
my wife to go to a certain building that she had seen vacant. I also went along,
and when we met the real estate agent, he told us about a better building. We
then drove to this fourth building and found a new strip mall, with an
unfinished unit in the middle that was just the perfect spot for a church.
We went home and called the
wealthy builder. He was excited and told me that he would drive to the building
immediately and wanted us to meet him there. Once inside, it was obvious that
this location was ideal with space for a sanctuary seating more than a hundred
persons, bathrooms, offices, a small kitchen, Sunday school rooms and space for
our print shop. Danny used his company to draw up the necessary blueprints,
secure permits, and in a few months the interior was built and he paid for it
all. It was new and beautiful but we still didn’t have any chairs. It was
agreed by the membership that each person would purchase two chairs and that is
how we got our seating.
As a poor Baptist preacher, I
had never encountered such a financial miracle and began to think that I had
been keeping God in a small box. It was time for me to let God be God and drop
all my restrictions on what He could and could not do.
GOD DOES NOT WANT
US TO BE STAGNANT IN OUR FAITH
Human nature likes to settle
down and get into a routine. God is not like that; He wants us to be challenged
over and over in order for our faith to grow.
Things had gotten comfortable
four years after we moved into the new church building. The church had grown and
money was flowing in. There was no effort to pay my mortgage and I thought that
life was good and I’d like to keep it that way.
One day when I came home from
the church office, Aina informed me that God had told her that we were to sell
our house and get something else. My flesh rose up in anger and I reminded her
that a larger place would double or even triple our mortgage. Instead of being a
loving husband, I became angry because I felt that I had done enough projects on
faith. I was tired and wanted to coast for the rest of my life on this earth.
What I did was to invite God to start building pressure on me to get me moving
About a year later, I was
driving on the freeway when that strong voice spoke to me of selling our home
immediately. I knew that this was God speaking and experience had taught me that
it was time to obey and step out in faith. I went home asked Aina to forgive me
for being stubborn and then we contacted our Christian real estate agent, Joe,
and asked him to put the house on the market. We told him that we were scheduled
to go on vacation for the next few weeks and I asked my parents to open the
house if there were people interested in buying it.
Less than two days into our
vacation, we were told there were three buyers who were willing to pay more than
we were asking. We went back home, signed the papers and had to be out of the
miracle home we had come to love within 30 days. One week later the housing
market crashed in Sacramento and went into a slump. God had us to sell our house
the eleventh hour of the housing peak. We paid off all our debts and temporarily
settled in my parent’s duplex.
GOD IS NEVER DONE
Shortly after we
had sold our house, a wealthy widow in our church told me that God had told her
to give us fifty thousand dollars since we did not have a retirement plan and
wanted to know if I preferred stocks, cd’s or cash. I was stunned because once
again this was beyond my capacity to comprehend as a poor Baptist preacher. I
told her that I would pray and ask God. The answer from the Lord was to receive
it in cash, and after having paid tithe on the gift, we now had forty-five
thousand dollars in the bank.
Six months later God said it
was time to buy a place and that it would be a house in the countryside with
acreage, north of Sacramento.
We looked at many places, but
none were accepted by the Lord, until we got a call one morning from Joe who
told us that a ten acre property had just been put on the market. We drove out
to the property, and as I walked between the garage and the house and started to
look east toward the rolling hills, here came that strong familiar voice saying,
“This is the property I have saved for you.”
I told Joe that we would buy
the house and finally understood that the money sitting in the bank would be the
down payment. The mortgage was triple what we had been paying before, but this
time I knew God would pay for it, if I would only trust him. Trusting God to be
faithful was the key. Twenty three years later I can tell you that we have never
missed a mortgage payment.
The ten acre lot had been
vacant since its inception in 1898 and it was not until one hundred years later
that it was sold to a man who planned to retire there with his family. He put in
the necessary infrastructure such as a well, septic system, electricity, house,
garage and even a small barn. God had this man to do all the work in getting it
ready for us. He had lived there for less than two years when he had to move
back to the city to take care of his family. God had again provided for us in a
NEVER A DULL
Seven years after we had moved
to our new home, I began to settle in to living in the countryside, but God had
other plans, and they always mean expansion. A ministry friend from Michigan
came out to spend a week with us in 1997 while he was going through deliverance.
One morning he came into our house for breakfast and announced that God had
given him a prophecy to build a print shop on our property. You would think that
after having walked with God for years, I would be happy and smile, but that was
not the situation as I again felt anger that God would upset our beautiful
setting and build a print shop in my back yard. My rejection crushed our
friend and he became so upset with me that he severed our friendship. He died
two years later, only some 59 years old.
It was two years later during
the month of May that God woke me up early one morning and in a strong message
told me that I was to build a print shop on a certain section of the property
and that He didn’t want any more anger from me. He showed me the blueprint for
the building, and as soon as I got up from bed, I went to work and drew up the
plan that God had shown me. He told me that the money for this new project would
come from refinancing our property, and on December 31, 1999, the building was
ready to be occupied. All our production was moved from the church location to
our new production center.
GOD WAS NOT DONE
Five years later God told me to
build an office building, since our work was expanding. A year later a storage
building was added. Much work was donated by members in our ministry and God
sent us contractors of different types to help us with the building programs.
Once again I fell back into a
nice routine of being a pastor, preaching on the radio and writing books and
other material. By 2005, I had been on the radio for more than 30 years and had
several different stations in different states. I thought that this would
continue until Jesus came back or I went home, whichever came first.
Our ministry income suddenly
began to drop and the radio stations began raising their rates. I fussed with
the Lord over this issue but didn’t hear anything from Him. The day finally came
when we could no longer pay the radio bills and the radio ministry was closed
down. I felt like God had made a big mistake and went into a depression. Of
course God does not make any mistakes, and when He closes a door, he has
something better lined up. I still had the mentality of being a poor Baptist
preacher with a thick skull and it took time for me to listen to God.
In 2007 I traveled
to New York to visit with a man named Eric and his family, who had come to us
for deliverance and invited me to visit his family and pray for them as well.
This was another one of those divine appointments set up by God to speak to me
through someone else. While in their home, Eric asked why we could not webcast
our Sunday morning service live. I didn’t have an answer and the question kept
repeating in my mind. I prayed about it and it became clear that this was the
new direction where God wanted me. Despite the clear mandate, there were no
extra funds to start it. Once again we prayed, fasted and shared the new vision
in church and on the website. Within a year some thirty thousand dollars had
come to pay for this project and our first webcast took place on November 30,
2008. God had
replaced local radio broadcasting with worldwide webcasting.
WHAT DOES THE
What does the future hold for
this ministry? To answer that question I want to take you back to 1944 with
World War II in its last year. The Germans were retreating on all fronts and the
people in Europe were exhausted after five years of warfare.
My parents and I lived in my
grandmother’s house, which was next to the Pentecostal Church of Huskvarna.
Pastor Johansson and his family lived on the second floor of the church building
and had a number of children with which I liked to play. I spent a lot of time
with this family and they took a liking to the little five year old boy that
always was up to something.
Pastor Johansson came out of
the great Pentecostal revivals in Sweden sparked by the Azusa Street Pentecostal
revival in Los Angeles in 1907 and had the gift of prophecy.
One day I walked into his
church office and looked at a large picture hanging on the wall. It was painted
by a well-known artist and copies of it hung in most Pentecostal and Baptist
churches in Sweden at that time. It was a picture of the Marriage Supper of the
Lamb as described in chapter nineteen of the Book of Revelation. I have a vivid
memory of this event, and after having looked at the painting for a long time, I
asked Pastor Johansson if he would explain the painting to me. Instead of
brushing me off as an unimportant five year old child, he took time and
described the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. When he had finished, I remember
saying, “I am going to be there too.” I believe that this was my first
commitment to Christ. This incident in my life has been with me for years, and
when I had a chance many years ago, I purchased a copy of the same painting seen
in Sweden so long ago and now it hangs in my office.
It was around this time that
Pastor Johansson was given a vision of the future role that I was going to play.
I was not told of this until 27 years later when I returned to Sweden for the
first time from the U.S. and started to preach. I really wanted to meet Pastor
Johansson and share what God had done in my life but he had gone to be with the
Lord by this time. I was able to locate his son, Sam, who still lived in my
hometown and it was under tears that he listened to my story. He then told me of
his father’s heavenly vision of my life during the end times and that it had
impacted their family. They had often talked about it but had lost track of me
since I had moved to America.
I asked him to share this
vision with me, but he told me that he was afraid that if he did, it might not
come to pass. All he would tell me was that I would play a major role in the end
times and that it would be on a world scale.
When Pastor Johansson was given
the vision, the technology level was a lot lower than it is now because there
were no computers, television, cell phones or Internet. Even with all our
technology, we are still like the people back then because we don’t know what is
going to happen in the future. But Pastor Johansson had seen the future and the
technology that would exist in the end times and he had also seen a small five
year old Swedish boy being used as a man to do work for God on a world wide
I returned several more times
to my hometown but I was never able to convince Sam to share the vision with me
and today he too has gone to be with the Lord and and there is no one left to
share what God showed a humble Pentecostal pastor sixty-nine years ago.
I believe the time has come for
God to activate me for the role he wants me to have in these turbulent years
that lie ahead. In order to get some kind of insight in what God is going to do
through this ministry, let me share the training God has taken me through.
My first nine years of training
were carried out in Southern Baptist churches and Golden Gate Baptist
Theological Seminary. I majored in evangelism and church growth, but was also
trained in pastoral counseling based upon the Bible.
I became a conservative
Christian who uses the King James Bible in my preaching and teaching. I embraced
the teaching that Christians should live a holy life and that the Bible is the
roadmap for our lives.
Very early in my Christian life
I realized the dangers facing a minister of the Gospel and made the decision to
always work through our mission organization that was founded in 1972. I have
never received any offerings personally nor do I have access to the ministry
Having seen scores of Christian
ministers compromised through sexual perversion or adulterous relationships, I
made it clear that I would never get involved in counseling women alone, and in
time I have turned all counseling of women to our women counselors. Forty five
years later I can see the wisdom of the decisions that I made as a young
I was first introduced to the
Baptism of the Holy Spirit in 1970 along with the existence of demons and the
need to cast them out from people. During the next 30 years I was confronted
with all types of demonic manifestations and learned to rely upon the Holy
Spirit to set people free. The result is the book, Christian Dynamics Course 1,
where I have written down the Biblical doctrine on these matters and a practical
handbook of how to minister in these areas.
In 1975 as I started to teach
on prophecy, I realized my great need for training in church and world history.
As a result of my studies, I was convinced that the Christian Zionistic belief
system as propagated by Hal Lindsey and others during the 1970’s was not
correct, and in order to get a Biblical perspective, I spent some 25 years
studying written material from Jewish and Gentile sources. These careful
parallel studies between secular history and Christian history would ensure that
I didn’t fall in the trap set by people who publish propaganda, also known as
I also set out to study false
religions and occultism in order to warn Christians about these movements; as a
result, I have been able to write a number of articles to help people escape
from these cults.
My great joy has been to study
archeology and ancient Bible history and preach sermons going through different
books of the Bible, presenting them in a true historical setting that makes them
come alive for us today.
Throughout the years, I have
surrounded myself with people whom I have trained and groomed in these areas and
are now carrying out work of their own.
The whole purpose of The
Kabbalah series is to expose the coming Antichrist system. It is clear to me
that God is using these small books to prepare and warn people as to what is
STABILITY IN AN
I am no longer a poor Baptist
preacher, nor am I a conventional Pentecostal preacher. I have evolved to become
a Book of Acts Christian, believing in the supernatural of the Holy Spirit. I
stand firm on the Biblical truth that the Old and New Testaments are still valid
for us today and that the only laws fulfilled from the Old Testament are the
Sacrificial Laws along with the temple ceremonies and feast days.
Here is what our ministry has
Solid Bible teaching without compromise.
Salvation for those who want to be saved.
Healing for those who are sick.
Deliverance for those who are bound by
Biblical counseling for those who are
struggling with marriage problems, substance abuse, pornography, etc.
Using audio and video recordings as well as
written material on the Internet to help Christians mature and become over
comers. In our archives we have sermons dating back to 1975 covering subject
matters on just about any topic for which a person might be looking.
I plan to devote all my time to
expanding these things and doing so that will require more people on staff, the
necessary equipment to do the job, an additional recording studio, and space for
research and ministry. I will work with any pastor asking for assistance and any
group of believers who are looking for Biblical answers.
There are several things that
must happen in order for this ministry to expand and have a real world impact:
Nothing will happen without the
anointing of the Holy Spirit and that can only come through prayer and fasting.
We need a willingness of people
to do the work of God. Meaning, there must be a group of people who are willing
to pray and finance those who are going to work full-time in the ministry.
We need dedicated believers in
Christ to reach the communities in which they live and use this ministry as a
resource to advance the Kingdom of God.
My wife and I have taken the
loaves and fishes that God has given to us and invested all in the ministry. We
are not taking anything with us when we leave this world. I have resigned as
pastor and am now trusting God to supply all our needs through the Internet
Do you have a call to join us?
Are you willing to take your time and resources to build up this ministry so
that we can have a worldwide impact? If thousands of Christians would do just a
little bit, there will be an explosion. Please seek the Lord and ask if He wants
you to be part of this ministry. I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours in Christ,
John S. Torell
From the Desk
of John S. Torell