Jeff Harshbarger experienced hell on earth. Jeff about his lowest point in life: “The demons inside of me literally began to torment me. I mean turned against me, against each other, sending me through hell.”
But there is this power that is pursuing him, with love…
“I’m telling you: God wants us free!” Nancy Dunn knows she is talking about. Her father was a high priest for the devil. He used his daughter to breed babies for human sacrifice. But Nancy Dunn can testify that Jesus is still the same, still the Lord of heaven and earth, still fasting:
“Is this not the fast that I have chosen: To loose the bonds of wickedness,to undo the heavy burdens, to let the oppressed go free, and that you break every yoke? (Isaiah 58)
The Mullers set off for the United States in August of 1877 aboard the 4,000 ton ship the Sardinain. For some reason they had been allocated the chief officer’s deck room for their cabin, which Susannah [his wife] found to be ’tolerably comfortable’.
Although the Atlantic was rough, the ship remained on schedule until running into thick fog off Newfoundland. Captain Dutton had been on the bridge for twenty-four hours when George Muller appeared at his side.
‘Captain, I have come to tell you that I must be in Quebec by Saturday afternoon.’
‘It is impossible,’ said the captain.
‘Very well,’ said Muller, ‘if your ship cannot take me, God will find some other way – I have never broken an engagement in fifty-two years. Let us go down into the chart-room and pray.’
Captain Dutton wonder which lunatic asylum Muller had escaped from.
‘Mr. Muller,’ he said, ‘do you know how dense this fog is?’
‘No, my eye is not on the density of the fog, but on the living God who controls every circumstance of my life.’ Lees verder →
Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord;
Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word.
Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own;
Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone.
Once ’twas painful trying, Now ’tis perfect trust;
Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost.
Once ’twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast;
Once ’twas constant drifting, Now my anchor’s cast. Lees verder →