Читать книгу The Unlikely Prophet - Craig MD DiPasquale - Страница 5

He started back to a darkened bedroom in the back portion of the house. This is where he would usually lay on his bed or kneel at its side for a time of prayer. The bedroom was not grand, but small and enough room for the two of them and was part of the simple home they owned. Built in the fifties, the Cape Cod style home was furnished with well used furniture they had collected over the years. The neighborhood was quiet and made up of a mix of young families, older retirees and renters.

On that evening, his mind was full of the thoughts of the day and the past weeks. His heart was heavy with sorrow and pain as he knelt by the bed. He found it difficult to concentrate and clear his mind from thoughts and pictures racing through his head. He started to pray in a simple manner saying, “Lord, help me to pray.”

Phillip was in his mid fifties. His hair was a mixture of white and gray and was a little longer than it should be. It reminded him of his more youthful days. His face was sharp with strong features and set back eyes. His body was beginning to feel some of the limits of age and minor aches and pains that plagued him daily.

He began to think and prayed aloud, “Lord, I am having such a hard time tonight. I can’t seem to focus.” To be truthful, he had been having these conversations with God for some time. He cried out, “Lord, help me.”

He decided that he would let his thoughts run their course while he prayed. He continued, “Father, I’ll just let go and share all this with you and open myself to your voice.” In the midst of His prayer, his mind began to race.

Visions and thoughts of those particular times in his life seemed to have filled the entire room. Phillip recalled when he was married to his wife, Patty. He had recently been released from the military and met her while attending college. At that time, he was twenty-two and she was seventeen.

Having graduated early from high school, Patty was in her first year of college. His mind wandered back to those young and youthful days. He could see himself standing at the altar and watching her walk the aisle of the church. She was young, innocent and beautiful.

When he thought of their life together and the early years of their marriage, at times he felt pain, regret and shame. Throughout his twenties, he had problems with alcohol which inflicted much pain upon Patty.

She stayed with him and somehow saw beyond the circumstances and remained hopeful for their future. Pictures of their first child’s birth flashed before his mind and the joy they shared. Suddenly a vision of his wife and children filled the screen of his mind. He was looking out a window in Alaska and saw them walking down the street together. Patty had them in a straight line and each following the other. Walking with blue rubber boots, all of them were following her like ducks in a row.

At that time, the children were ages nine, seven, five and three. The youngest was a boy and he had three older sisters. Many times before, his mind had played that scene and brought a smile to his face when he relived it.

They moved to Alaska to serve as missionaries to the Native Americans and the Coast Guard stationed there. As that went on, they realized that all was not as it seemed, but they often recalled their fond memories there together. He spoke to the Lord as he prayed these words, “Lord, I am not sure what we accomplished while we were there, but I know we went with great hope and a heart of compassion.”

He received no word or acknowledgement, but only stillness in his heart from God. The room was quiet and had grown darker as the late afternoon turned into the early evening. Phillips’s voice broke the quiet stillness as he began to pray this prayer aloud. “Jesus, Jesus, thank you Jesus. Lord, I thank you for all you have done in my life! Lord, I want to thank you for my wife and children! Jesus, I give you all the glory for all you have done. I praise you and give you thanks for delivering and saving me. Thank you for saving my family and blessing them. Lord God, I pray again tonight. Keep your hedge of protection around my children and I pray for your continued protection in their lives. God, teach me to become a better father and a better man. Lord, forgive me of all my sins.”

“Father, cleanse me this day anew by the power of your blood. Lord, I pray with all I am for healing and understanding. I don’t know why you took her. Lord, help me find comfort in your grace and love. Hold me Lord and strengthen me.”

Many nights, too many to count, Phillip’s prayer was different. He prayed for Patty’s healing, praying with her and anointing her with oil. While lying next to her, he would cry that the Lord would heal her. As time went on, he prayed for God to heal her or take her. Her pain was so great and her life was slipping out of her body.

Even in her late forties, Patricia was a beautiful woman. She was petite in her physical nature. She was five foot three inches tall and shaped in beautiful portion to her size. She had reddish blonde-hair down to her shoulders. It would always curl and wave when it rained or was humid outside. Her eyes were a bright and mesmerizing blue gray and they would turn darker or lighter according to the weather. To look at her face was so lovely. Her lips were full with the inviting softness of a woman. She always looked ten to twelve years younger than her age. Her beauty and grace had continually mesmerized Phillip. Constantly, he referred to her as, “That woman of mine.” Indeed, she was all woman.

Thoughts and pictures of the day began to come to his mind as he recalled how he and Patty received the news of her cancer. Her arm had begun to bother her and caused pain whenever she would use it. The pain continued to escalate and after a few months, she made a doctor’s appointment. They thought it may be a bad case of tennis elbow, but to be safe, and since it had been awhile, a doctor’s visit was in order. Her appointment came the day before their wedding anniversary.

For years, they had hoped to get away for one of their anniversaries, but it never happened. Phillip and Patty hoped to spend the next day alone together. The doctor that examined her did not think it would be anything serious, but to be safe, he sent her that day to the hospital for x-rays and blood test. The following morning, he planned to review them with her in the office.

When she returned in the morning, the doctor stated that the pictures showed a tumor on her elbow and forearm and her blood showed cancer markings. Patty began to cry and tell him he was wrong and she would prove it with another doctor. Realizing how upset she was, immediately the doctor helped her to see one of the top orthopedic doctors in the area.

While driving the car together, Phillip and Patty believed there must be some mistake and prayed as they drove. When they arrived, the doctor took x-rays, reviewed her blood test and confirmed the information. It was cancer. Phillip thought, “What an anniversary! Lord, how can this be?” Everything was changing. He was losing his grip.

While at his bedside, he continued in prayer and felt a power rise within him. It rose from deep inside the center of his being and flooded his mind and spirit. The Holy Spirit began to interact with his spirit. From his mouth, he began to speak softly in a new tongue, a Heavenly language that spoke to the heart of God.

Remembering the times when he first began to preach and minister on a fulltime basis, and at other times, having to take on full time work to support the family and minister on weekends or after work. Patricia was there to encourage him and believed with him for God’s anointing. There were meetings with only a half dozen people in attendance. Still, she stood there to encourage him.

Continually, Patty was there to listen to him. Always, she was there to minister to him and apply love, mercy and understanding, even when she had her own doubts. Through it all, she constantly believed in him and the God they served. There were other times when many came to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. At other meetings, many were filled and experienced a Holy Ghost outpouring. Those times of God’s moving had enabled them to continue and move forward. All the time, God was faithful. Whether with few or many, God demonstrated His power and love.

Most of the time Patty stayed behind for a while and ministered to those who were in the building. It seemed like God had them linger for a short time while Patty made her way to them. Those were some of the most precious moments for Phillip to witness.

He watched her praying with others as she administered the balm of the Holy Ghost and the living Christ upon their lives. During those moments the Spirit of God moved so powerfully. This was her gift; she was a great prayer warrior and intercessor on behalf of those who needed God to move in their lives.

Patty was from a large family of four children. Her parents raised her in a suburban area not far outside the city. Her father was a blue-collar worker and her mother stayed at home raising four children. Their lives seemed normal then but things quickly changed. In the small town her father was quite popular and her mother was the socialite, signs of their problems began to show. Her father became involved in town politics and ran for office in town. His politics required many fundraisers and social events.

Her mother was in charge of her husband’s election. She was very powerful in their political party. With more parties and fundraisers, mother began to drink more than usual. Patty’s father became a heavy drinker as well, but was able somehow to function.

Patty and her brothers and sister attended a local catholic grade school. While on the way home each day they hoped there would be some sense of normalcy, a return to the way things were before her father took office. Patty’s mother moved her children to a small beach town where they barely survived after her parents had divorced.

Mom was still in deep depression and alcoholism and the children found creative ways to eat and get themselves to school. As Patty grew into her teen years, she would leave the house for days or weeks at a time. She tried to escape the darkness that surrounded their home.

Attempting to silence her pain and need for love she experimented with drugs and alcohol. Even at such a young age, she looked for someone who would love and deliver her from the darkness, but had no one, boyfriends who would come and go.

Eventually, she met Phillip. For the first time she had hope and experienced love like never before. She would pour into him, but he too would have his failures and disappointments at times and this added to her pain.

Everything changed when the true love of Patty and Phillip’s life soon arrived. He loved her like no other. He loved her for eternity and gave her mercy, grace and beauty for her ashes. The Lord Jesus Christ became all she would ever need. All of her hope was in Him and He would never fail her.

Phillip continued to pray and cry out to God confessing his mistakes and failures. Since Patty had gone to be with the Lord Phillip had been through some very confusing times. He felt he was making mistakes in judgment and was failing God.

Sometimes he felt empty and without direction. To relieve his pain and enable him to feel complete again, he would grasp at the first opportunity that came his way. Again, Phillip spoke aloud to the Lord with these words. “Lord Jesus, I cry out to you. Father, hear me. Forgive me Lord. I have made so many mistakes.”

Tears began to run down his face as he pressed into God. “Lord, hear me tonight. Heal me tonight. Father, give me new direction and insight. Lord, fill me with your word, love and mercy. I surrender God. I surrender God.”

The only words he sensed in his spirit were “20th Avenue, train and 161st Street, New York City.” Phillip was confused. His mind began to wonder as he thought, “Have I been there before? What does that mean? I’m losing it Father, I don’t know what that means. Lord, do you hear me?” Again, he heard the following, “161^st Street, New York City.” Phillip put it out of his mind thinking it was some abstract thought that was interfering in his prayer or something he just could not understand. Then he cried, “God, help me.”