Mike Martin – Saved By Jesus

Mike MartinI used to be a drug addict and an alcoholic. I started smoking cigarettes when I was 11. By the time I was 21, I was doing crank & cocaine together intravenously. Also eating lots of magic mushrooms and blotter acid. I knew I was killing myself and that I’d better do something or I wasn’t going to live very long so I joined the Navy to get away from myself. One thing I learned; wherever you go, there you are! Little did I realize that when I got sent overseas, THAT’s where the GOOD drugs are! Man, I really went wild. Uncut stuff, black tar opiated hash, even accidentally took Heroin when I was in Jamaica. Met and married a dancer in a bar; needless to say, it ended in divorce. SOMEHOW, I got out of the Navy alive with an honorable discharge and moved back home to my hometown where all my old partying buds were. it didn’t take long til I was killing myself again only this time, I was loading up so hard that I started overdosing. it was after my 2nd overdose and 5day stay in the hospital, after the nurses pumped me back UP to 115 lbs., my friend invited me to an outdoor concert at the park sponsored by VWO Colorado Springs. It was great rock music by a church band called “Axis.” (I still have a recording of the concert on cassette!) This man approached me (thank God for that man) and asked me if I had ever accepted Jesus as my Savior.
I thought about how I had tried drugs, booze, women, hallucinogens and countless other means but I had never tried Jesus. He asked me if I wanted to pray to accept Jesus and I said I did. That date was September 9, 1989. That’s the date I will never forget. the day Jesus changed my life.

Within 3 months I was free from all the drugs and alcohol, within 5 months I had stopped smoking and by now it’s been almost 30 years.

God has given me a beautiful wife, a 13 year old son, 2 businesses and now I’m on the 6th year of pastoring LifeSeed Church in Lamar, Colorado. We are seeing people get saved, delivered from all kinds of stuff and God is still in the business of changing people’s lives. I thank God for Jesus and the pastors He sent into my life Scott, Alan, Mike and I thank God for pastors Ron and Marie Jones of VWO Co. Springs. (they’re the ones who sent Axis to Lamar) If not for them and Jesus, I’d be pushin up daisies.


Don’t be Fleeced by the Fleece.

And now it’s time for the big test. God calls Gideon to go up against the Midianites to free His people, but Gideon is afraid. Gideon comes back to God and says, “Lord, if,” not when, but If You will save Israel by my hand as you have promised, then I’m going to set this fleece out, make the fleece wet in the morning with dew, but make the ground around it all dry as a miraculous sign so I can know you will really do this. (Judges 6: 36-37)

Now, you may have heard the phrase, I want to set out a fleece, as a way of getting to know what God wants me to do and people sometimes use this idea. What I want to notice is setting out a fleece was not a good thing. God had already promised Gideon he was going to do it. The fleece was not an expression of trust. It was an expression of doubt and an immature faith. I say this because sometimes people use this fleece idea to try to manipulate God or in kind of superstitious ways.

prayingKen Davis talks about a guy who goes to a bakery, is driving down the road, sees a bakery and says, “Alright, Lord, if there’s a parking space in front of that bakery when I drive by, then I’ll know it’s Your will for me to go inside and eat a donut.” And sure enough, his fifth time around the block there’s an open parking space in front of the bakery.

If you know Him, then I think His word for you today is – I know all about the Midianites in your life. I know about your worries. I know about your kids. I know what you’ve lost. I know about the divorce. I know about the stresses in your marriage. I know about the job failure. I know where your dreams have died. If you just ask me every day, I will be as big a presence in your life as you will let Me be because – I’m big, I’m big enough!

We have a great big wonderful God who says, “With me nothing is impossible!”

Tidbit by Pastor Dennis Bradley

Praying for Someone Like Me

Recorded by Vern Gosdin
Written by Hazel Houser
[3/4 time]

C G7
They were pray—ing
Praying for someone like me

Not long ago I was thinking of home
G7 C
And I wondered if momma was there all alone
I thought I’d drop by as I had before
G7 C
But the sound from within made me stop at the door

She was pray-ing a sound that the world seldom hears
Pray-ing her words were pleading and clear
The sound of her voice as she spoke my name
F C G7
Brought tears to my eyes my heart filled with shame
She was pray—ing praying for someone like me

Walking one night I felt so alone
G7 C
My heart was so heavy from the trouble I’ve known
I hadn’t noticed a church that was near
G7 C
Till the sound from within seem to fill the air

They were pray-ing a sound that the world seldom hears
Pray-ing the children that God loves so dear
Outside in the darkness I could not see
F C G7
But I could picture them down on their knees
Pray—ing praying for someone like me

Grandma’s Rocking Chair

I learned about Jesus from Grandma’s Rocking Chair. Such a feeling song, and so completely revealing of the heart of a grandmother who shared Jesus.

That’s the Grandma I want to be.

But Jesus said, “Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Brian Ridings sings with his mother.

Treasures with Mom

When I first saw this video, it had already gone viral on Facebook and Twitter, people were beginning to share the videos on websites, and the news stations hadn’t yet caught it… But they have now.

Kelly Ridings posted the videos on Facebook.

A man in a UPS uniform singing with his mother who accompanied them on the guitar. So much love… The two watched each other as they sang, love filled eyes and smiling. You couldn’t help but fall in love with the relationship they shared.

For those of us who miss our mother this Mother’s Day, these videos bring tears of joy – oh the memories.

Every mother prays for her child. And the joy a child experiences hearing his mother pray is palpable in the music. The words of this song, remind us of those who spent hours on their knees wearing holes in the floor beneath them as they prayed for their children.

Blessings come from this song each time I hear it again, and I’ve probably added a good number to the counts of visitors who listen to it daily.

Dreaming of a Little Cabin, originally shared by Porter Wagoner, has been repeated by many.

This rendition is now my favorite.

In dreams of yesterday, I wondered…

If you haven’t heard these songs, please take a moment and listen.

Better, take a moment and share them with family and friends.

Alzheimer’s is such a horrifying disease. I can tell you, the joy of hearing a mother with alzheimer’s lift her voice to words she remembers is one of the greatest joys you can ever experience. That moment of having them back is only to be treasured.

Thank you my dear sweet friends for sharing these videos. I hope you do make more, and I’m fortunate enough to hear them, and watch them.

God bless you both this Mother’s Day.

Down on Your Knees – Praying

Scanning through Facebook a day or so back, I came across a couple of videos. A young man in an UPS uniform had stopped in to visit his mother, who suffers from Alzheimer, had taken time to record their visit. I couldn’t help but notice the love shared between the two of them as they sang these songs together, his mother playing the guitar.

I felt more than encouraged by their voices. The words of the songs reminded me of my own mother and the days before she passed when we sang beautiful songs together.

Don’t let this feeling end. Sing with your loved ones… Sing!

Thank you Kelly Ridings for sharing these videos. I hope they bless you as they have so many of us! God bless your sweet mother!

And then another…

Rabbi Yosef Wallis

Posted by Max Edelkopf….
Rabbi Yosef Wallis shares….
“While he was in Dachau, a Jew who was being taken to his death suddenly flung a small bag at my father, Judah Wallis. He caught it, thinking it might contain a piece of bread. Upon opening it, however, he was disturbed to discover a pair of tefillin. Judah was very frightened because he knew that were he to be caught carrying tefillin, he would be put to death instantly. So he hid the tefillin under his shirt and headed for his bunkhouse.
In the morning, just before the appel [roll call], while still in his bunkhouse, he put on the tefillin. Unexpectedly, a German officer appeared. He ordered him to remove the tefillin, noted the number on Judah’s arm.
At the appel, in front of thousands of silent Jews, the officer called out Judah’s number and he had no choice but to step forward. The German officer waved the tefillin in the air and said, “Dog! I sentence you to death by public hanging for wearing these.”
Judah was placed on a stool and a noose was placed around his neck. Before he was hanged, the officer said in a mocking tone, “Dog, what is your last wish?”
“To wear my tefillin one last time,” Judah replied.
“The officer was dumbfounded. He handed Judah the tefillin. As Judah put them on, he recited the verse that is said while the tefillin are being wound around the fingers: “Ve’eirastich li le’olam, ve’eirastich li b’tzedek uvemishpat, ub’chessed, uv’rachamim, ve’eirastich li b’emunah, v’yodaat es Hashem – I will betroth you to me forever and I will betroth you to me with righteousness and with justice and with kindness and with mercy and I will betroth you to me with fidelity, and you shall know G-d.”
It is hard for us to picture this Jew with a noose around his neck, wearing tefillin on his head and arm – but that was the scene that the entire camp was forced to watch, as they awaited the impending hanging of the Jew who had dared to break the rule against wearing tefillin.
Even women from the adjoining camp were lined up at the barbed wire fence that separated them from the men’s camp, forced to watch this horrible sight.
As Judah turned to watch the silent crowd, he saw tears in many people’s eyes. Even at that moment, as he was about to be hanged, he was shocked. Jews were crying! How was it possible that they still had tears left to shed? And for a stranger? Where were those tears coming from? Impulsively, in Yiddish, he called out, “Yidden, I am the victor. Don’t you understand, I am the winner!”
The German officer understood the Yiddish and was infuriated. He said to Judah, “You dog, you think you are the winner? Hanging is too good for you. You are going to get another kind of death.”
“Judah, my father, was taken from the stool and the noose was removed from his neck. He was forced into a squatting position and two huge rocks were placed under his arms. Then he was told that he would be receiving 25 lashes to his head – the head on which he had dared to position his tefillin. The officer told him that if he dropped even one of the rocks, he would be shot immediately. In fact, because this was such an extremely painful form of death, the officer advised him, “Drop the rocks now. You will never survive the 25 lashes to the head. Nobody ever does.”
Judah’s response was, “No, I won’t give you the pleasure.”
At the 25th lash, Judah lost consciousness and was left for dead. He was about to be dragged to a pile of corpses , after which he would have been burned in a ditch, when another Jew saw him, shoved him to the side, and covered his head with a rag so people didn’t realize he was alive. Eventually, after he recovered consciousness fully, he crawled to the nearest bunkhouse that was on raised piles and hid under it until he was strong enough to come out under his own power. Two months later he was liberated.
During the hanging and beating episode, a 17-year-old girl had been watching the events from the women’s side of the fence. After liberation, she made her way to Judah. She walked over to him and said, “I’ve lost everyone. I don’t want to be alone any more. I saw what you did that day when the officer wanted to hang you. Will you marry me?”
My parents walked over to the Klausenberger Rebbe and requested that he perform the marriage ceremony. The Klausenberger Rebbe, whose Kiddush Hashem is legendary, wrote out a kesubah[marriage contract] by hand from memory and married the couple. I have that handwritten kesubahin my possession to this day.”

~~ Rabbi Yosef Wallis