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Who Was Ron Wyatt?
Ron Wyatt, 1933-1999, at the Gatlinburg Tennessee museum c. 1995
I first met Ron Wyatt in 1984, when I heard him speak at a
church in Nashville. He was such a humble man
in every presentation he gave,
always desiring to lead people to the Lord. That afternoon he had some specimens from the
Red Sea Crossing and Noah's Ark for us to look
at after the program. When leaving the program he shook my hand at the door.
I was truly touched by his sincerity, honesty and Holy example. I felt
like I would like to do something to help him out someday, but at the time I did
not have the funds to do so.
Later, in 1989, I heard him speak in Hendersonville, North
Carolina at a Church. The pastor there had roomed with
Ron at Highland Academy as a teenager, and had arranged for Ron to speak Friday night,
then
for church, and in the afternoon for a question and answer period (you can hear
this session under our Watch Videos page).
Your web host, Kevin Fisher, with Ron Wyatt in 1997,
Nashville, Tennessee.
Ron was the most humble, God-fearing man I have ever met.
He was not interested in fame or fortune. He was only interested in doing
the Lord's will. He made great money as a nurse anesthetist, but gave most
of it to this work, including traveling overseas 130 times. When he would run out of
money overseas, he would head back to his job and earn more money to fund his work for the Lord. He lived in a duplex in Nashville
during most of his work,
desiring to spend his money working for the Lord, instead of on a beautiful
home. In 1977, when the Lord was showing Ron that He had a job for him to do,
Ron sold his farm and used that money for this work. He did not have
health or life insurance, as he would give the money he would spent on insurance
premiums to the Lord's work.
Ron's dining room consisted of bookcases filled with research
books, copy machine, various office tools. No fine china display case here
folks. Photo courtesy Jim and Sandra Pinkoski, who were visiting Ron's
home.
Jim Pinkoski questions Ron's church about their
lack of support: www.Pinkoski.com/gc
Read Jesslyn Johnson's
testimony about Ron Wyatt
Above: Ron on CNN displaying the deck timber of the ark
Ron grew up in Kentucky and lived most of his adult life in the
vicinity of Nashville, Tennessee. He always had a love for biblical
archaeology. One of his high school classmates told me that Ron was
interested in archaeology even in those days, reading books on the subject.
Biblical archaeologists are rare these
days as most of the learned archaeological world rejects a good portion of the
Bible. Hershel Shanks, editor of the Biblical Archaeology Review,
stated that most archaeologists do not believe in the Exodus of Moses. How
could we then look to these men for the answers we are looking for in biblical
archaeology?
 
When brother Ron was
with us, he would always stress the necessity of becoming a follower of Jesus
and obeying His Commandments. He was a devout student of the Bible, while retaining an extremely
humble attitude. Sadly, Ron died in 1999. His
death was noted in The Tennessean on August 5, 1999. World Net Daily
interviewed him when he was on his deathbed, and he confirmed that he had in
fact found the ark of the Covenant, as noted in this article:
Ron was on the level of a High Priest in my opinion. He
was not a prophet, but a Holy man who devoted his life to the Lord. Just
as Jesus was not understood, was ridiculed, persecuted and attacked by critics,
so was Ron. Only a few could understand that Jesus was the Messiah in his
day. Only a few today can see that Ron was a faithful follower of the
Lord. Miracles after miracles were found in Ron's life, all evidence of
the Lord working with him. It was only the High Priest that went into the
Most Holy Place once each year to sprinkle blood on the Ark of the Covenant.
So in our day it was only Ron Wyatt who entered the Most Holy Place, that cave, to
take a sample of the blood of the Messiah and have it analyzed for the world to
see the lab report when the Ten Commandments come out of the cave, along with
the video of him removing the Commandments from the ark. There was never a
second witness that went into the Most Holy Place in Moses' day. The
people believed the man that was proven to be a man of the Lord.
Ron and Colonel Jim Irwin, who was an avid ark hunter.
(photo courtesy anchorstone.com)
I am contacted by people around the world
concerning the discoveries each day, but someone locally sent me a most
interesting experience she had with Ron at his work. She was in the
hospital for the delivery of her baby and Ron was to give her the anesthesia.
Apparently Ron had prayed with her before the procedure. When the baby was
delivered, it was still born, lifeless. She began to scream and cry, then
she looked around the room for Ron. She noticed he was in the corner of
the room praying for the baby.
Ron had a close relationship with the Father and
went to Him for help in this desperate moment. As Ron was praying, a
bright light began to shine in the room. A supernatural light.
The doctor and nurses in the room recognized
something unnatural was happening. You see, God was saying, I am involved
here. Something is about to happen. This is no accident. Then
the mother heard the baby crying!!! God answered Ron's prayer that
day. The mother said Ron was her angel. Today her son is a healthy
young adult and she thanks the Lord for what he did.
There are many negative statements on the Internet concerning
Ron Wyatt. They are untrue and are part of Satan's attack on the
discoveries of God. Satan thinks by using unfaithful men, he can use them
to tell lies about God's people and God's Treasure and thus invalidate these beautiful
discoveries. But these are unfair, illogical attacks that have a
foundation of the forces of darkness and will not prevail, as God will display
these discoveries in all their glory to the world during the Mark of the Beast
showdown, then the end will come.
Before Ron ever found anything, he prayed to the
Lord that He would help him find something that would lead someone to heaven.
God answered Ron's prayer, many times over.
Kevin Fisher
Below Ron Describes His Testimony
MY
TESTIMONY
The following
experiences are highlights of my personal relationship with our wonderful and
caring Lord. Before God, who cannot lie and to whom lying lips are an
abomination, I present these experiences to you as real and the substance of my
deep love and humble gratitude to Him, who with His son
"freely
gives us all things." Romans 8:32, and who
"is able to
do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think,..."
Ephesians 3:20.
As I became aware of the
reality of God, I prayed that if it was not asking too much, He would allow me
to have a dream in which I could see the earth restored or perhaps even heaven.
Several years later, after I had prayed for this three or four times and had
become convinced it wasn't His will, I had a vivid, "technicolor" dream; I was
floating noiselessly through the air above a body of crystal clear water. The
water appeared to be "alive" with multicolored and variously shaped fish and
other creatures. Then, I looked up and all around and saw mounds of grass and
flower-covered earth protruding from the water. On each of the mounds grew a
massive tree whose amazingly long, low branches spread out in all directions and
touched the tips of identical branches extending from similar trees on the
numerous other mounds. The leaves and branches seemed alive with breathtakingly
colored birds and butterflies. After awhile, I became aware of the silence, the
absence of any "motor" noise, and suddenly wondered what was propelling me up
and over the water. Looking up, down and all around, I saw that I was simply
floating through the air. I then looked ahead and saw that the water ended in a
profusion of breathtaking flowering vegetation that included lilies, cattails
and many others unfamiliar to me. Beyond these, a luxurious, multicolored valley
with predominantly green and yellow vegetation swept away from me and upward to
dark green hued mountains. I awoke immediately thanked our Heavenly Father for
His kindness in answering a sinner's prayer.
Some time after this
first dream and well into the hectic events involving Noah's Ark, the Red Sea
crossing, how Joseph built the Step Pyramid for the pharaoh of the seven year
famine, the site of the real Mt. Sinai, and several seasons of excavation that
led to the discovery of the Ark of the Covenant and several other startling
evidences of the crucifixion site, I was struck with a deep depression. Being
aware of how God had miraculously helped me locate the remains of evidences and
artifacts from every major event of the Bible, I was struck with the
impossibility of my being able to handle the complicated business of getting the
facts out to the people along with the significance of each discovery in the end
times of earth's history. In a state of abject discouragement, I fell asleep and
again, dreamed.
In this dream, I was in
some unknown location high upon a ledge or something where it was possible to
look out and see the entire world with its cities, seas and people. The people
were scurrying about like millions of ants on an anthill. For some reason, I
looked about for a means to get to the highest point from which I might shout
and hopefully get some of their attention. To my left and high up on the side of
a nearly sheer cliff face was a narrow ledge. Without hesitation, I decided to
attempt to climb it. The loose stones and rocks under my feet began to slip and
slide as I climbed. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the
ledge, pulled myself up carefully and turned around. I shouted "JESUS IS
COMING!" The loudness and intonation sounded exactly right to me. Suddenly,
everyone stopped scurrying about and stood looking right at me! Then, gradually
the frenzied activity began again, and the greater part of the people passed
from my view. All that was left were a few small groups and individuals who
continued to stand and watch. The dream ended, and upon awaking I realized that
God adds whatever is necessary to our own feeble efforts to accomplish His
purpose. I also was deeply impressed with the reality that while God's last
message would be heard and understood by all, only a relative few would "love"
the truth;
"And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because
they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved."
II Thessalonians 2:10. The majority would "love and believe lies" and therefore
be lost.
''And as it was in the
days of Noah, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man."
Luke 17:26.
As was my custom, in the
early hours of December 22, 1980, I asked God for the privilege of witnessing to
someone whom He knew to be ready to be witnessed to. I prayed that He would have
me to say exactly what they needed to hear. I further prayed for the privilege
of helping someone that was in real need. I have discovered that I am mostly
unable to distinguish between those who are truly needy and those who are
"professional beggars." After this prayer, I was strongly impressed to drive to
Columbia, Kentucky, a town that was a good two and one half hours drive in good
weather. However, the night before, a blizzard had hit Nashville, Tennessee,
where I lived, and every road in and out of town was closed. I was on duty at
Donelson Hospital for "in- house" O.B. anesthesia administration and wasn't too
sure if my relief would be able to make it in. I silently prayed that when I
called the state police office to check on the roads, if they said all the roads
were closed, I wouldn't go. I called. Their reply was "unless it is a life or
death situation, stay off the roads." I knew without hesitation that I was to
go. Not knowing what I was to do or who it would be for, I brought along three
copies of a book I found to be a marvelous presentation of the plan of
salvation, and my small, marked Bible and set out.
I only saw four cars
along the approximately 120 miles. Two of these were stopped in the middle of
the road; one was a motorist with a wheel broken from his car and the other was
a highway patrolman helping this motorist. My 1976 Dodge Maxi Van had chronic
fan belt problems with a great deal of overheating problems. After several long
hours of miserable driving, I arrived in Columbia. The slippery road conditions
convinced me of my need for a set of studded snow tires on the back of the van,
so I pulled into the Columbia Tire Shop, bought a set and had them mounted.
Still not having any idea who I was to witness to, I struck up a conversation
with the owner of the shop. We discussed world events and some religious
subjects, but the encounter didn't seem to warrant such a difficult trip through
ice and snow. So, just in case this was why I had been sent here, I gave him one
of the copies of the books, "The Story of Redemption," I had brought. He thanked
me for the book, I paid for the tires and left. What now? Where was I to go? I
decided that a cup of hot coffee would feel mighty good right then, so I pulled
into a restaurant. I chatted with the waitress. Again the topics were world
events and a little on religious subjects, but I doubted this was the encounter
God had lined up; I gave her a copy of the book just in case. It began to get
dark, and the return trip to Nashville began to weigh heavily on my mind. I
believed the purpose of my trip hadn't been accomplished, but with the long,
cold trip ahead and the absence of a single clue as to my mission, I decided to
finish my coffee and be on my way.
I paid my tab and got in
my van. The parking lot tilted toward the street, and I figured it would be easy
to get out of the snow there. It started o.k., but as I attempted to back out,
the tires spun and slipped to the side. It wouldn't budge. I got out to see what
the problem was. After living in Michigan for many years, I usually had no
problem getting myself or others around in the snow and getting "stuck" vehicles
out of ditches. As I carefully examined the van, I knew there was no earthly
reason for the van to be stuck. After spending about 30 minutes trying to
get out, I gave up and went in for some soup and coffee to warm me up.
Embarrassed, I sat down and ordered. People came over and offered to help me,
but in my humiliation I said "thanks" and just sat a while and ate. Secretly,
deep down inside, down where we all live, I began to resent the whole day's
business, especially the humiliation of not being able to get in the van and
drive out like the few others who came and went while I sat. For forty-five
minutes I sat there, my resentment secretly smoldering, when I received a very
strong impression to get in the van and go home. I felt a twinge of guilt over
my attitude, but not knowing what else to do, I went to the van, started the
engine and backed out into the street as if nothing had ever happened! I headed
in the direction of the interstate that would take me home.
As I drove carefully
along the west-bound lane of the toll road, my conscience began to trouble me
more. There wasn't anything I could do except go back and try again, however it
would have been illegal to drive back to the exit on the wrong side of the
highway, and the next exit was 22 miles west. I began to pray that God would
forgive me for my willfulness and please not let someone go without what He had
wanted me to do just because I was a jerk. Suddenly, from the median of the toll
road staggered a dark form, falling and struggling to get to the side I was
traveling on. Slowing down to see if it was a hurt animal, I realized it was a
person! With a feeble wave of one arm, he signaled me to stop.
Unable to stop quickly
on the snow and ice, I had to slowly back up to where he was. I swung open the
passenger door and told him to get in. He was badly frozen; his hands and arms
were blue up to where they disappeared into the sleeves of his lightweight coat.
The point of his chin, his eyebrows, the tips of his ears and nose were white,
indicating near frostbite. As I helped him climb into the van, I asked him what
he was doing out there without a car. His speech slurred; I at first thought him
to be drunk, but I remembered that extreme cold thickens the tongue and slurs
the speech. He slowly raised his arm and pointed to the median; he had a
car was what he was trying to say. Jumping out of the van, I crossed to where he
had pointed and sure enough, buried deep in the snow, sat a red compact car. I
returned to the van and told him I'd take him to the next exit and he could get
a wrecker to tow it out. I could tell this distressed him.
"Please, mister, help me
get it out; it's three days until Christmas, and twenty-three dollars is every
penny I have in this world! I need it for my wife and children's Christmas."
"There's no way we can
get it out of there," I told him. "And I don't have a chain or shovel."
"Would you please just
try?" he pleaded.
He had a chain in the
trunk of his car and thought maybe I could pull him out with it. Totally
forgotten was the reason for my trip and the guilt at my apparent failure. Still
uncomfortably cold from the day's activities, I waded through the snow to where
his car was all but buried. Clearing the snow from the top and sides, I opened
the trunk and retrieved the chain. Digging the snow from beneath the back of the
car, I securely fastened the chain around the back axle and stretched the free
end to the edge of the road. It just barely reached to where I could secure it
to the trailer hitch on the van after maneuvering it to that edge of the road.
This accomplished, I silently prayed, "Father, if you want this car out of the
snow, You are going to have to do it. I sure can't."
At that exact moment,
down the east lane of the road, which had been entirely free of traffic during
my trip, appeared the headlights of two cars.
"Where did they come
from?." the man echoed my surprise. Maybe we had been too busy to notice, but we
both thought it strange, for the headlights of two cars are not easy to miss in
the dark of a snow-covered landscape such as this.
The two cars slowed to a
stop; there was no need for them to pull over to the side as there was no
traffic. Four husky young men got out of each car.
"Can we help you?" one
of them asked in a friendly tone.
"Yes; please!" we both
resounded.
There were no women, no
children or older men in either car; just the eight young men. Strange, I
thought, but we couldn't ask for better help. The men waded to the car, placed
their hands upon it and signaled for me to pull with the van. Within seconds,
the car was up on the road.
"A piece of cake,"
someone said.
"Thank you, thank you…"
we both said.
"You are welcome," we
heard as the young men headed back to their cars, brushed the snow from their
clothing and got in. They drove off to the east and, puzzled about missing their
approach, I watched them leave. As they approached a dip in the highway, the
cars slowly disappeared from sight. However, they never arose from that dip!
There was no exit for at least two miles, and they hadn't turned around; they
had simply vanished into-thin air! I remembered Psalms 34:7 as I silently
thanked our Father, "The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear
Him, and delivereth them."
I cleared the snow from
his engine, especially from around the spark plugs and ignition wires. I got in,
and it started easily. After a short test drive, I left the motor running, got
out and climbed into the van where the man was sitting. I told him it was ready
and I would follow him to the next exit.
"My hands won't work. Do
you mind if I warm up a little while longer?"
"Of course," I replied.
To save his gas, I got out and turned off his car, returned to the van and
commented on what good fortune we had had.
"Do you believe in God,
mister?" he asked me with almost pleading eyes.
Over an hour later, we
had reviewed all the Bible texts on all his questions. I read to him with my
fingers moving along the text so he could read along also. Finally, he briskly
wiggled his fingers and said he was ready to go.
"Would you mind if I say
a little prayer for you before you go?" I asked.
"Please,... please do."
he said.
I prayed for him and his
family and thanked God for helping us get his car out. When I opened my eyes, he
was crying. With tears rolling down his face, he told me this was the best
Christmas of his entire life. He explained how he drove the toll road every
weekend to and from his work and how today as he returned home he had been
driving along wondering if there was anything to God, religion and the Bible.
Then, without warning, his car had just swerved into the snow bank down inside
the median. After two hours of waiting, no one had come along, and he had
finally decided he was going to die right there in the snow. He told me how he
prayed that if God was real, that He please take care of his family. Now, he
knew for certain; God was real!
He asked me how he could
explain all of this to his family, and I gave him my last copy of "The Story of
Redemption." Suddenly, I realized what this trip had been all about.
Another time when I
prayed the witnessing prayer was as I was returning from a weekend of continuing
education classes in Williamsburg, Virginia. Driving along Interstate 81/VA and
enjoying the beautiful scenery, I suddenly noticed my fuel gauge sitting on
empty. I decided to pull into the right hand lane and get off at the next exit
to "gas up". I passed a sign that said "Next Exit - 3 Miles". After I moved into
the right lane, I found there were three cars ahead of me, all traveling about
45 miles per hour, so I decided I had plenty of time to pass them and still get
back into the right hand lane to exit. When I pulled out to pass, the middle of
the three cars pulled out in front of me and sped up even with the first car and
held that position. Then, the third car pulled up even with me. I wouldn't have
believed it was possible for a driver, who wanted to exit an interstate with two
miles to maneuver before the exit, to get boxed in where it was impossible for
him to make his exit without risking an accident. But I know first hand, now it
is.
As we crept past the
exit, I breathed a prayer that the Lord would keep me from running out of fuel
before the next exit, which was 11 miles ahead. Anxiously, I watched the
gauge and soon found myself pulling into a gas station on the next exit. After I
filled up with gas, I noticed a Kroger store a few blocks away and decided to
pick up some "Little Debbie" snacks and a soft drink so I wouldn't have to stop
again for lunch. En route to the store, I noticed a "used book and clothing"
store just opposite one of the entrances. I felt a strong impression to go in.
However, the last thing in the world I needed was more used books or clothing,
so I headed to Kroger and got my snacks. As I left though, I again felt a very
strong impression to go in.
As I walked in and
looked around, I saw a G.E.D. study guide that would be useful the next time
someone asked for help with their G.E.D. test. Then I saw a blue jean jacket
that looked like it would fit one of my kids. The place had been quite busy when
I entered it, but as I went to check out, I noticed it had emptied. I assumed
that the store manager was who I was to witness to as he and a lady, whom I
later learned was his wife, were the sole occupants in the store.
Not knowing how to start
any meaningful conversation, I looked about for something to start talking
about. As I paid for my items, my eye fell upon a nice collection of arrowheads
in the glass case beneath the cash register.
Three hours later, I had
shown him, his wife and young son, who later arrived from school, how Joseph had
built the first pyramid, answered many questions they had about religion and was
asking if it would be alright if I said a little prayer with them before I left.
I prayed a simple, direct prayer for their health, happiness and especially for
their salvation. Opening my eyes, I saw tears streaming down all three of their
faces. The husband and father, in a trembling voice, explained how he had been
in church all of his life, was an elder and greeted members at the door of his
church, but until that day he hadn't really known that God and His salvation was
a reality.
The joy of going on
God's errands is addicting. If I have not experienced a "divine encounter" for
more than a week, I go into a state of depression and prayerfully seek out what
has made me useless to God and His work. He, in mercy, always makes me aware of
the problem, helps me straighten it out and puts me back to work. Friends, don't
settle for a pretended relationship with God! You can and must find the real
thing!
One last experience I
want to share. In August of 1978, my two sons and I had the thrill of a
lifetime. After a brief research on the site at which the ancient Egyptian army
drowned while pursuing Moses and the Habiru (slaves), we decided to go to Egypt
and check it out. We found the site, and after a crash course in scuba diving,
right before we left home we were able to photograph the remains of three
chariots on the sea floor. We then hurried home, gathered some equipment that
would enable us to bring some of these artifacts to the surface and went to Giza.
There we met with and explained to Mr. Nassef Mohamed Hassan, the Director of
Antiquities for the Giza/Saqqara District and who later became the Director of
the Egyptian Department of Antiquities, how the pyramids were built and gave him
a short paper with diagrams for the machines and methods. We left, Mr. Hassan
happily studying our paper, and us, with our permission to retrieve some
artifacts to bring to him for evaluation.
We headed back to the
site and began diving. While I was swimming underwater at about a 30 foot depth,
marking possible candidates for retrieval from among several skeletal and
chariot remains, I got severely sunburned! I, foolishly, didn't realize this
could happen, and my feet swelled to the point that I couldn't get into my
diving equipment. We were devastated. There was nothing for us to do except
travel to Jerusalem and wait for our A.P.E.X. flight home, nurse my burns and
possibly return to Egypt and finish the project.
Arriving in Jerusalem,
we settled into a very uncomfortable but very cheap youth hostel. We did some
sight-seeing, read a lot and in general had a miserable time. One day, I decided
to visit the Garden Tomb. That was to be a place and experience never to be
forgotten.
Inside the shop, I
visited with the people who ran it and shared the discovery of Noah's Ark, how
Joseph built the pyramids and showed them the photographs of the chariot parts
from the Red Sea crossing site. They in turn asked me to stay during the two and
a half hour closing time from 12:00 noon until 2:30 p.m. and look the Garden
Tomb area over for possible archaeological remains. Returning to the hostel, I
told my boys of my plans, and they decided to stay there and read. So, I
returned to the Garden Tomb.
While looking through
the gift shop for some books, I noticed a red haired man that looked like he had
helped hang his last friend. I spoke to him cheerfully, discovered him to be an
American, chatted briefly, wished him a good day and walked into the garden area
that was to close very shortly. I was examining a site where some ancient coins
had been found when I became aware that someone was standing behind me. Turning
around, I saw the red haired gentleman. He inquired as to what I was doing.
After a brief explanation, he said, "You are a scientist; do you believe in God
and the Bible?" Two and a half hours later, after answering his questions and
showing him the answers in the Bible, I asked him if I could pray with him. He
said, "yes," and when I opened my eyes, tears were just streaming down his face.
"God sent you to me," he
said. He explained how he was a pastor and had been deeply and persistently
impressed to come to Jerusalem and convert the Jews. He'd prayed for signs and
gotten positive ones. He went on to explain that he had gotten the promise of
the assistant pastorship at the only Baptist Church in Jerusalem but lost it
when the previous one decided to stay at the last minute, after he and his
family had sold their home and belongings and already arrived in Jerusalem. He
told me how he had looked for work everywhere but could find none; how he'd
borrowed money to send his family home. Just that morning, he'd gone to Haifa to
ship their few personal belongings home and taken the bus back to Jerusalem.
When he arrived back here, he said he'd felt a strong impression, which he was
now inclined to ignore since his previous impressions had resulted in his
situation, but nonetheless, he decided to walk the 42 blocks and had just
arrived when I saw him in the gift shop. He'd asked the kind folks there if he
could be allowed to stay there during the two and a half hour "closed" period,
and they said o.k. Now, as the tears were still streaming, he said that now, for
the first time in all his years as a minister, he had a saving message to
preach.
I, in my disappointment
at not being able to retrieve the chariot parts, asked him, "Why, since you are
from Little Rock and I'm from Nashville, couldn't we have met maybe in Memphis
or at least somewhere closer to home?"
"If you had known me
before this experience, you would not have asked that question. I knew
everything and wouldn't have listened to you or anyone else," was his reply.
Then, I shared with him
my reason for being in the Middle East and my keen disappointment at not being
able to complete what I had set out to do at the Red Sea. He then, assuming his
role as a pastor and new friend, assured me that God had better plans than we
had and would bring them about in good time. And if we were "teachable", he
would use us. The Spirit moved greatly within the both of us, and at this, we
both went our separate ways of service, rejoicing in our loving God.
When we experience the
"divine encounters", we can be sure that those we witness to will ultimately be
saved and, in most cases, become effective witnesses themselves, the thief on
the cross being one of the few exceptions to this. But this is only possible if
we allow God to use us in His work.
The unspeakable joy of
knowing with certainty that you are where God wants you to be, doing exactly
what He wants you to do, can be yours. And then, one day, the unspeakable joy of
seeing your family and others you have helped lead to Christ, walking the
streets of gold, eating of the tree of life and drinking from the river of life
eternally, will also be yours.
Ron Wyatt
THE
WITNESSING PRAYER
I have shared with you
my addiction to "divine appointments". God, in His mercy, has invited us sinners
(in rehabilitation) to bear faithful witness to Him, His character and
salvation. You, with me, can be certain that you are in His will by taking three
simple steps:
1) Ask God, in Christ's
name, to forgive and cleanse you of every sin that separates you from His will.
2) Pray the "witnessing
prayer", that you may be honored of Him by being led by His Spirit to bear
effective, saving witness and/or help someone for whom Christ died.
3) When He provides the
"divine appointment", be totally honest and truthful whoever you witness to or
help. There are a vast number out there who have and are bearing a false
witness, but rationalize that they are doing God and mankind a service by
"embellishing" the truth, making it more spectacular, "punching it up." The
extreme end of allowing Satan to lead you in this falsification of the facts is
to become a destroyer of yourself, your family and others. God cannot lie. When
we do, even if we "do it for a good reason", we separate ourselves from
the only saving source of power in the universe.
Effective "divine
encounters" are reconfirmations from God that we are in His will. Attacks by
Satan and his hosts, both human and demon, are another reconfirmation of our
walk with God. No attacks means we're doing Satan's will, not God's.
Even Paul knew the real
enemy for he said,
"Wherefore
we would have come unto you, even I Paul, once and again; but Satan hindered
us." I Thessalonians 2:18. So friends, be aware. The Word of God is
not an idle tale when we are warned,
"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion,
walketh about, seeking whom he may devour" I Peter 5:8. Don't
believe those who tell you that if you are a true Christian, you won't have
problems and everyone will love you. For that's a lie. Satan will disguise his
evil and use as his agents those who are not Christians, though they may profess
to be.
"Marvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you" I John 3:13. But
remember His promise, in the words of Christ Himself,
"And ye
shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end
shall be saved." Matthew 10:22.
Again, our choices are
to either work for God, share and enjoy His salvation throughout eternity, or to
fall into the grasp of a merciless demon, and share total and eternal
destruction in the hell-fires which will destroy Satan and his evil angels; the
same fire God uses to purify this world of the last vestiges of sin and sinners
before He restores it to its Edenic beauty and makes it the eternal home of the
"nations of them which are saved..." Revelation 21:24.
Ron Wyatt
A Talk by Ron,
April 6, 1996
A Talk by Ron,
February 13, 1999
A
Serious Message - by Jim Pinkoski (Link - A Ron Wyatt Testimonial)
SDA
quotes on Ark of the Covenant
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