“I know mine and they know
me and no one will snatch them from me.”
- On or about June 15, 1959 I had been cited for some serious
traffic citations—the Air Force was threatening to give me a Bad Conduct
Discharge. They were furious and
were riding me like only the military can ride someone with whom they are
angry. I was frightened like I had
never been frightened before. I
started praying like I never prayed before and going to church daily. In or around November of 1959 I was in
a church in Madison, Wisconsin.
After services (approximately 7:45 am), the cross appeared to glow
brightly to me and I heard a voice say, “It’s alright, Bill. Just don’t do it again.” I thought I was going insane and just
imagined that I heard God’s voice.
I went back to the barracks and was preparing for inspection when I
was called to the public phone in the barracks and told that all charges
in town had been dropped. My commanding officer now thought that I knew
powerful people and decided to send me to school to keep me out of trouble
(I had dropped out of high school to join the Air Force). God had turned a very nasty situation
into my getting 3 years of education (high school diploma and 2 years of
college credits at the University of Wisconsin, Madison). Eventually I was nominated to the Air
Force Academy and given several decorations in the Air Force.
- I did not heed His warning; the chaplain that was working with
me went home to Atlanta, Georgia, and I eventually went back to
drinking. On November 22, 1963, the
day of John Kennedy’s assassination, I was drunk and defied God. Though I did go on to graduate college
and was commissioned in the Air Force, this led to years of torment,
ruined relationships, and loss of self-respect due to a DUI citation
received when I was a nuclear launch officer. Though there is no record of this DUI
anywhere except in Air Forces notes—I had hired a lawyer for the ticket
and was also working with a JAG officer—it cost me a year of pure hell in
SAC, and though I received an honorable discharge, the Air Force put on
the discharge a “secret code 509,” is it was called back then. This SDN509 caused pure havoc with my
employment and homelife.
- In Freedom, Wisconsin, May of 1973, in a drunken rage, I did
things that could have at a minimum landed me in jail. God again saved me from the consequences
of my insanity. One month later,
when I admitted total defeat and begged God for help, He took away my
addiction to alcohol. I was looking
at Solomon’s picture of Christ (the picture with 7 symbols painted into
it) and crying because of all the bad things I had done—but also crying in
joy because I knew that something special had happened. The compulsion to drink had been lifted
from me and it has never returned—though I joined AA, it is Jesus who has
saved me.
- Joining AA, I got my first sponsor, Les Kapheim, a Methodist
PK, and started working the program seriously. Please don’t get me wrong. Though I owe a lot to AA, I believe that
it is Jesus that keeps me sober.
Les took me to a charismatic prayer meeting early in my sobriety
and there was a guy there who made the statement to the group, “Any time
you are confused and hurting, go into your room, close the door, and open
the Bible at random, and without looking, point to a verse in the
Bible.” He went on to say, “If you
are in trouble at work, for example, it won’t say, ‘Get your resumes out
and start interviewing,‘ but it will state a
spiritual principle which, if you meditate on it, will help you.” I thought the guy was nuts. However, the day quickly came, when in
total confusion and fearful about staying sober, I tried what he
said. I pointed to Matthew
10:32. Jesus says, “If you deny me
before men, I will deny you before the Father.” At that instant in time, I knew that I
had a deal with Jesus. If I would
mention that He was the one who was keeping me sober at every meeting—not
get on a soap box and preach—simply state that He is the one who keeps me
sober, I would stay sober. At this
point in time, it is 37 years later and He has kept his end of the deal,
and I have kept my part of the deal.
I have over 37 years of continuous sobriety.
- In Milwaukee, Wisconsin, December of 1976, while reading the
book of Joshua in the Bible, in my mind’s eye I was swooped up to 10,000
feet and was looking down at the Jews crossing the Jordan River—at that
point in time, I knew that I was going to go to Jerusalem. I had no money and there was a shooting
war going on over there, but I knew that I was going to Jerusalem. I came into a tidy sum of $14,000 and
immediately bought a round trip ticket to Jerusalem (pilgrimage) for
Easter. The trip was cancelled
twice because of the war, but I never lost faith that I was going to go if
it was God’s will—I was there at Easter.
On Easter morning I walked down to the Garden of Gethsemane by
myself. In the garden there was a
cement pillar there with a hand print in it. A sign underneath the handprint talked
about Jesus’ doing the Father’s will.
The sign said that the imprint was Jesus’ hand at the time of his
terrible passion. Another sign at the gate of the garden said, “Please do
not take any souvenirs.” Looking
around, I did not see anyone present, so I selfishly chipped a stone off
of the bottom of the pillar. The stone was about the size of the tip of
your little finger. I was planning
to have it set in a ring for my mother, even though I knew I was wrong in
what I was doing. I placed the
stone in a jeweler’s bag along with several other things that I had placed
in there. A week later, when we
were taking off in the jumbo jet from Israel, heading back to the U. S., I
said to the woman sitting next to me that I had chipped a stone off of the
pillar in the Garden of Gethsemane and that I was taking it home to be set
in a ring for my mother. She asked
to see it. When I opened the
jeweler’s bag everything was in the bag except the stone.
- After the above incident took place in the Garden of
Gethsemane, I walked on the path of the Kidron
Valley, thinking that I was walking on a path that Jesus had walked 2000
years ago. Walking up the hill, I entered the East Gate, the Moslem
section of Jerusalem. Immediately,
Moslems were angrily shouting and pointing at me. I felt that death was very close, and
said, “Jesus, please help me.”
Instantly two women with British accents appeared to me and said,
“Do you need help?” I told them
that I had walked up the Kidron Valley and that
I was frightened. They told me to
follow them. We quickly took some
stairs to the roof of the closest building. After that we ran across all of the
roofs in the Moslem section until we arrived at the Church of the Holy
Sepulcher. They said, “Go down this
fire escape.” Going down the stairs—going down and looking back, they were
gone (angels?)—I entered the Church at the front. There were thousands of people trying to
get into the church, and I attended services not more than 10 feet from
the altar. I could see a mist
coming out of the mouths of the ministers. I felt closeness to God that I
have not felt very often.
- Speaking of feeling the nearness of God, in 1981 I went on an
Ecumenical Cursillo (extremely intense retreat). On the last day of the retreat I felt
the closeness of Jesus. It was so
sweet and overwhelming that I began to cry with pure joy. I asked Him to back off a bit because it
was so intense—it was wonderful—I have never felt His nearness to that
extreme.
- After praying for 14 years to God for a wife, I said to God,
“When are you going to give me a wife?”
He said to me, “When you are ready to have a wife, I will give you
one.” I said, “O.K.” The following week (1988) I met Chris at
a church function—we got engaged in church (1989). We were married in church on July 1,
1990. We have been active members
of a church ever since. Once when
we were in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, we were looking in the window of a very
expensive store. I noticed out of
the corner of my eye that Chris was bent over looking at a picture of a
little Dutch girl sniffing a tulip.
I said a little prayer to Jesus, “Jesus, please help me give Chris
a little baby girl.”
- As a computer programmer there have been enumerable problems in
which I didn’t have any idea of how to solve them. After a prayer to Jesus, a strange, new
idea would come out of the blue and it would be the solution to the
problem.
- The airplane crash at Kenosha, Wisconsin. On Memorial Day in 1990, before taking
off in the KR2 (experimental airplane), I said a prayer to Jesus, “Jesus,
you know I am crazy and I know that I am crazy. Please watch over me.” Five minutes later,
after the airplane crashed, my leg was severely injured (it needed 300
stitches to put it back together again).
When they were wheeling me into the operating room, the nurse said,
“Nobody knows why you are alive.
God must have a plan for you.”
(Two years previous I had asked Jesus to help me give Chris a baby
girl.) At that point in time I
cried like a baby because I knew that God was going to give Chris and
myself a daughter.
- God told me that we were going to have a daughter. On August 20, 1992 He gave Chris and me
a beautiful baby girl.
- In 1993 I was given 7 months to live because of cancer
(melanoma nodular—stage 4). At the
very next AA meeting I went to, an oncologist research specialist sat at
my right hand and told me not to take the chemo—that it would kill
me. He said that I should run for
my life—that at the pain barrier the body produces massive endorphins
which are pain killers, but that they are also cancer killers. Seventeen years, and 10 marathons later,
I am still kicking.
- LG is my 8 year old, 110 lb, German shepherd, who does exactly
what he wants to do when he wants to do it. We got him at a shelter
7 years ago, 3 hours before he was to be put down. We named him Let
Go and Let God (LG for short). A
short story. We were in St. Augustine (about 175 miles from
home, Lakeland, FL), when he was about 3 years old and he ran off.
We thought he was gone for good--at the time, I had mixed emotions (I was
mad at him, but as time went on, I felt really bad). At about
9:00 p.m. our room phone rang and a woman in the lobby was wondering if we
had lost our dog! As it turns out,
she worked at a restaurant down the street and found LG digging in the
garbage, and noticed his tags from Lakeland (knew he was from out of
town, and started calling all of the hotels and motels in the area, asking
if anyone was missing a German shepherd). Being really pretty and
probably quite busy with life, I asked her why she did such a nice
deed. She said that she belonged to a fellowship which believed in doing
good acts and not being found out! I asked her, "Are you a
friend of Bill Wilson?" She said, "Why, yes. Are
you?"
- In the summer of 2000 I went to work for AIC in Indianapolis
IN. When the project was coming to
an end and Lilly and AIC were playing games, I quit, took my family, and
went back home to Florida. AIC said
that because I quit they would not pay unemployment. Florida refused to pay me the
unemployment. Three Florida lawyers
refused to take my case—they said that there was no way that I could
win. With Jesus’ help I kept
digging and found a lawyer that gave me some tips. I went ahead and did the research
online. Practicing Jesus’ presence
I participated at the hearing (phone hearing) alone and won the case.
- On Christmas Eve of 2004, God told me to get into my finest
clothes because I was going to serve Him as an EME (Eucharistic Minister)
for the first time at Church—I had never been an EME before. I felt privileged to give out His Body.
- On New Year’s Eve of 2004, Chris and I decided to stay a night
at the Comfort Inn in order to avoid all of the drunken parties and
fireworks in our neighborhood. On
our way to the motel, a car came from nowhere (neither Chris nor I saw the
car coming) and missed us by inches—it must have been going sixty miles
per hour. When we got to the motel,
we were given a two room suite for $62 dollars per night—about a third of
the normal price. Later that
evening we went to a local restaurant and bought three steak meals that
stretched out to two more meals. When we returned to the house to get LG
there was a letter from the Hearing Officer of Polk County telling me that
there would be no points and no school for a recent speeding ticket that I
was worried about.
- Greg M. After not
talking to Greg for almost 40 years (we sort of drifted our different ways
after I resigned my commission in the air force in 1966), I started
telling Chris about my best friend in elementary school and high
school. Two days later, I had this
overpowering feeling that I should try to call Greg. Looking up his name on the internet, I
found a number of Greg M’s, but one stuck out in New Jersey. Calling the number given, there was an
answer, “Hello.” I asked, “Is this
the Greg M. from Chicago?” He said,
“Yes.” I asked, “Is this the Greg
M. from
Grace Street Elementary School?” He
asked, “Oh my God, who is this?”
Neither one of us realized that it was God calling Greg. I asked, “Do you remember Dan
Peters?” He said, “Yes.” I said that I was his next door neighbor
and at one time Greg’s best friend.
I then asked Greg, “How are you doing?” He said, “It is amazing that you
called. I just got out of the
hospital today—I almost left this world.”
I asked, “What happened?” He
said that he had gone through alcohol withdrawal and had gone into
seizures and that he almost died. He later said, “It was good to hear from
you and I have to admit the timing was very curious, you reaching me
practically as I walked in the door from the hospital where I came so
close to shuffling off this mortal soil.” Again, he said, “In any case, it
was good to hear from you and I'm very curious as to how you chose a time
to call when things were as they were.”
If Greg really studies the above 15 miracles, he will realize how
this came about.
- Small Miracle (?). On
March 5, 2005, after serving at church, eating at Pizza Hut, and Shopping
at Wal-Mart, we were on our way home on Drane
Field Road. At a stop light there
was an obnoxious pickup truck with its radio on loud stopped next to
us. We turned up our radio (“Jail
House Rock”) and the light turned green.
The pickup tore off and I realized that it was “Johnny,” Johnny H.,
the kid across the street. At the
next stop light we stopped along side of him and when the light turned
green, we burned rubber and pulled ahead of him. As we were continuing on Drane Field Road, he appeared to be driving too close
behind us. I started thinking some
bad thoughts of what I would like to do to him—I slowed down and he pulled
into the left lane at the next stop light and stopped. I continued through the light and at the
next light (two blocks down the road) there was a sheriff’s deputy in the
left lane (he was going to turn west on the Park Way). As we drove by him, he turned on his
right directional and pulled in behind us.
I thought for sure I was going to get a ticket. He followed us for about a mile
(“Johnny” was following the deputy a few cars back). When we got to our road (by this time,
the deputy was right behind me and “Johnny” was right behind the deputy),
we turned left, the deputy continued straight, and “Johnny” turned left,
but he dropped back and stayed about 2 blocks behind us (all the way to
our houses).
- Because I am a recovering alcoholic, I stopped receiving the
Blood (wine in the Catholic Church) for about 25 years. Because in John 6, Jesus says, “Take
this all of you and drink from it,” I have felt bad about not receiving
The Blood. I shared my feelings
with my pastor who was an recovering
alcoholic. He said that when he
said mass, that I could receive The Blood (in the form of grape juice,
“mustum”) from his cup. We did this for a while. This priest stopped going to AA
meetings, and our friendship went going steadily downhill. On Saturday, October 8, 2005, I was
humiliated on the alter when the priest did not
give me The Blood. I left that mass
feeling worse than when I entered (I am grateful that my family and I went
to an AA speakers meeting and afterwards felt better). I decided that if Victory Church
(Assembly of God) had Communion at their services the next morning, I
would give our weekly donation to Victory Church. When we went to the services the next
morning, the first thing on the Agenda was Communion—my wife and I cried
from pure joy—taking it as a sign from The Father that He is pleased with
us. After the services some very
nice people welcomed us and we chatted for awhile. During the conversation, we shared what
had happened at Communion (we again cried from joy). The woman said, “Now I am going to
cry. That is a beautiful story.” Her husband said, “Now I am going to
make it even a nicer story.” He
added, “We were supposed to have had Communion last Sunday, but it was
canceled and rescheduled for today.
God knew what He was going to do before all of us.”
- Hurricane Jean (Sept of 2005) was coming through Lakeland and
the watery driven winds were reaching to 60 or 70 miles/hr. Chris, Chrissy, and I held hands and
prayed to the Father in Jesus’ name that He watch over us. When Jean passed through, she had
damaged the roof of every house around ours and even tore down some pool
houses. She also destroyed a good
part of Widow Margaret’s house (inside) after tearing the roof off. The four houses closest to us all had to
have their roofs replaced as a minimum.
The only damage to our property was that an old rotten tree lost a
large branch—we later cut the tree down.
- On 11/27/06 we woke up as usual and turned on the internet and
it was down. Calling Brighthouse at 8:20 am, they said that it looked like
our modem was down and they would call us back. At 11:30 am we called Brighthouse and they informed us that they would try
to get someone out to the house the next day—we got into a big argument,
but they refused to budge. Chris
volunteered to go to the parts department in Carmel and I said,
“Wait. Let’s see what the Lord
says.” Going to the Bible, it said
not to go immediately, that we should first do our workout (I run 5 miles
and Chris follows me on her bike).
We got about a mile from the house when I spotted a Brighthouse truck.
I asked the driver, Ben, if he could swap out a bad modem for a
replacement. He said, “Sure.” Chris went home and brought Ben the old
modem and right after he replaced it, I came around for my second loop of
the workout run—Chris followed me to the end of the run. Thank you, Jesus.
- On Sunday, September 23, 2007, Chris and I were discussing the
possibility of going back to the Disciples of Christ in Zionsville. As we spoke I mentioned that I could not
return to that church as long as a friend of mine felt that it was OK to
be chewing gum while he received the Body and Blood of Christ. Chris called Ruth (the man’s wife) and
talked to her about the situation.
Ruth said that if Chris said so, Ruth would call the church office
and ask them how they felt about the situation, and Chris told her that it
was not necessary. I was very upset
and called Vinney. Vinney agreed
with me 100% and quoted 1 Corinthians 11:23. He said that it was very disrespectful
to Jesus for the man to do that. On
the way to Church I had Chris read 1 Corinthians 11:23. When we got to the New Paradigm Church
in Indianapolis, the church was crowded and we had to share the row with a
man who was by himself—he was very demonstrative in his worship. As we were sitting during the preaching
by Jerry Sizemore, the inner voice told me to look at the Bible the man
next to me was reading. He was on
the page that contained 1 Corinthians 11.
When he put his Bible down, I asked him if he was reading 1
Corinthians 11:23, and he said that he didn’t
know. Picking up his Bible, he
turned to the page at which he was previously reading. He scanned he page and said, “Yes, it is
1 Corinthians 11:23.
- On November 4, 2008 I was getting dressed to vote. Realizing that I was going to the Royal
Run Club House to vote, it was possible that I might see Carlos (a next
door neighbor with whom I had had some problems). I said to the Father that if He put
Carlos in my path today, I would wave to him. He was standing in front of me in the
line for people waiting to vote. We shook hands and each of us apologized
for our behavior.
- On 12/14/08, in a new church (Disciples of Christ, Lebanon),
the preacher was talking about the poor people and all of a sudden the
thought hit me that God let a problem happen with Chase (money problems)
and there must have been a reason. THERE WAS! I realized
that all this advent time that I did not once think of the poor (very
selfish and self-centered of me). Anyway, I thought that maybe God
let this happen to show me that I needed to share with some poor people
(the gospel was about John the Baptist telling the people that if they
have two coats and a poor person has none, they should give one of their
coats to the poor person who has none).
I thought that maybe God wanted me to give a tithing on the money
was being held by Chase. I said, "OK, Lord. If you give me
the money back by the end of tomorrow, I will give you 10%. If you
give it back to me by the end of the week, I will give you 5%." I had
the check in my hand by 12:15 pm the next day. I guess He wanted me
to give 10% (ha, ha, ha). Isn't He
great?
- On March 31, 2009, at 9:45 a.m. I was disappointed by a fellow
member of AA who I thought had long term sobriety. He asked me to borrow $10 or $20 (he may
have long term sobriety, in spite of asking me for money). At the breakfast table, in front of
Chris and Chrissy, I said a prayer:
“Jesus, please help me. You
know that I have been terribly disappointed.” Within 5 minutes George, a recovering
alcoholic (a professed Christian and 10 months sober), called me and
lifted my spirits tremendously.
- On September 16, 2009, I had a dream in which I was in a modern
building—I think that I was working there.
My father was in the dream and he looked a lot younger than he did
in his last years on earth. In the
dream there was a heavy-set man who was balding and had silver hair
(looked like a lawyer I know in AA).
I was complaining to my father that this guy (who looks a lot like
the lawyer I know) was gossiping about me.
My father said, “You are doing better.” When I woke up I shared that dream with
Chris, and said, “You know my father might have come to Jesus when he
died.” As an afterthought, “Maybe
that was what he was trying to share with me when he called me on his death
bed.”
- On Sunday, September 20, 2009, I woke up from a dream. In the dream I was waiting for Chris to
come home on an overpass (train station) and the tracks were below
me. As I was waiting for the train,
the bells went off, saying that the train was arriving. Looking down at the tracks I saw a car
that had seemed to have been caught on the tracks and out of fear he
turned left, going with the tracks and was facing the direction the train
was traveling. It appeared that the
driver was going to try to out run the train. He didn’t out run the train. The train hit him and there was a
terrible collision. Bodies and cars
were flying everywhere. The train
appeared to buckle between cars as they rose up in a terrible twist of
steel. Asking the Lord, should I
tell Chris about the dream, the answer was yes. Putting the dream aside for a
moment—Chris was still sleeping—I proceeded to ask the Lord which church
we should go to that day. Asking
about 4 churches, the answer was no to all of them (He was asked several
times about each). The church that
He did pick out was King of Glory, a Lutheran Church on Keystone Avenue,
in Carmel. It wasn’t until about 7
minutes later that I realized that the church is about 10 minutes away
from Carmel HS and that I had also been wondering about going swimming
Sunday at Carmel HS because of complications with my schedule for the
following week—what an awesome God!
- On Thursday, September 24, 2009 (notice that these last 3
miracles are 4 days apart), I woke up in the morning and prayed to the
Father: “Please help me love you as
much as I love Jesus (please remember that my father had a terrible temper
and battered me—once knocked me unconscious during a rage—I have had
trouble praying to a “father” image).
I heard him say, “Who do you think sent my Son?” Four days later I was praying to the
Father whom I loved as much as I love Jesus. I now pray to God the Father who I know
loves me and I love Him.
- On October 15, 2009, as I was reading the introduction to the
Gospel in the Daily Missal Jesus was warning the Jews and quoted 2
Chronicles 24: 20-24 about Zechariah’s death. I said to myself,
“We just read that.” Looking it up
in the big Bible, sure enough, I had read it on Tuesday, October 13,
2009. I called Chris and told her
that I really felt anointed and that God the Father is happy with me.
- On February 5, 2010 I worked at Stokes Elementary and a
horrific snow storm hit that day.
After work I spent about an hour plowing and shoveling out the
driveway. When Chris and Chrissy
came home, Chris said that I had some mail. It turned out to be the printed reports
from the VA. In the reports Dr.
Bhagar states, “50 % or more probability that each diagnosed disability is
the result of injury or disease incurred or aggravated in the
service…” Dr. Bhagar also states,
“This illness first manifested itself while he was in the service. There is no record of him having
[problems] prior to his military service.” The doctor also says, “He continued to
drink while in service and he received a DUI in 1965. There is more than 50% probability that
its course worsened for him during his 2nd tour, due to the
rejection of not being allowed to become a pilot, (before the DUI in 1965)
and the harassment (after the DUI).”
It took 8 years to have a psychiatrist in the VA admit that I have
a service connected disability.
Talking to Chris and Chrissy about the present situation and that
there is probably going to be a considerable amount of money received for
the service connected disability and the 8 years of strife with the VA, it
occurred to me that God had brought this about so that we (Chris, Chrissy,
Patrick and his family, and I) would be able to go to Jerusalem—I cried
with joy. Early the next morning
(say about 4:00 am) I got up to go to the bathroom and started reading a
book that I have been reading, Soul Harvest, a religious book
by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins.
When I got to page 169 the author talks about a hospital in
Palatine, Illinois (where Chris and I lived) and Kenosha, Wisconsin (where
miracle 10 took place when we were living in Palatine). What are the odds of an author
mentioning these two locations?
These two locations were separated by only one sentence. I told Chris that if God wasn’t telling
us that the thought that I had was real about Jerusalem, He was telling us
that He is totally in charge!
- At this site under the link Work History in the education
area, it can be seen that I attended night law school (1967-1969), and did
pretty well at writing law briefs. On the other hand, I committed
adultery and drank my way out of law school. Many years after Jesus
got me sober and keeps me sober, on Wednesday, 02/24/10, I was writing a certiorari
(fancy name for a fancy law brief) to the U S Supreme Court because of a
dispute a member of my family has had with a former employer in Lakeland,
FL. This employer is ruthless, and because of the poor employment
opportunities in Florida, denies unemployment compensation as a regular
practice. Not being a lawyer, I was looking for examples in the
docket at the U S Supreme Court website. The very first pertinent
example I brought up was by a man who resides in Lakeland, FL (we had
lived in Lakeland, FL for 12 years and moved from Lakeland, FL to
Zionsville, Indiana, three years ago). Calling him, he stated that
he is a devout Christian. Out of all of the cities and all of the
people living in them, what are the odds that I would have chosen a certiorari
written by a Christian from the last town we lived in 1100 miles away?
- Because Communion is extremely important in my life, it is
especially gratifying for me to receive a piece of the original host
blessed by the pastor during Consecration.
For 7 weeks I received a wafer, and no matter what I did, I
received a wafer—my feelings were hurt to the point of looking for another
church for my family to attend.
After discussing this with the pastors of my church, I received
emails from them saying that they would work with me to obtain my
goal. To my embarrassment, I wasn’t
sure that they were sincere. During the following week Chris, Chrissy, and
I were watching Charles Stanley and his message was, “Walking with God.” Charles stated that in order to walk
with God, we must listen to God. He
said that a good beginning would be to start with your favorite verse in
the Bible. I told Chris and Chrissy
that my favorite verse was John 10:27, “I know mine and they know me and
no one will snatch them from me.”
The following Sunday I didn’t want to go back to the church (with
the problem with the host), but I prayed about it and talked to Chris and
Chrissy. They indicated that we
should go back. When I went back to
the church, one of the pastors gave me a suggestion of what to do to
obtain the original host. When it
was time for the Gospel to be read, you could have knocked me over with a
feather! It was John 10:27, “I know
mine and they know me and no one will snatch them from me.” Tears came down my cheek and, from time
to time, kept coming down my cheek.
Jesus was saying to me, “Calm down, Bill. Everything is under control.” Thank you, Jesus.
- On Wednesday, May 12, 2010, the subject for the meditation for
the day in Daily Reflections was “THE PAST IS OVER.” When I read it, I said, “Are you trying
to tell me something, Lord?” We had
been waiting for over 9 years for the VA to determine if and how much my
service-connected disability would be and end the 45 years of nastiness
caused by the DUI mentioned in #2 above.
That night I jokingly said to Chris, “Do you think that God the
Father has been holding back the disability money until you make a
Cursillo?” A Cursillo, or in this case “Great Banquet” is an extremely
intensive retreat. It is so
emotionally draining that one needs to be sponsored to the retreat. The following night I took Chris to the
Great Banquet at Second Presbyterian Church in Indianapolis for the three
day retreat. The following morning
I was getting ready for work and I scanned our bank account. The money was there! Thank you, Jesus.
- Now having the money, Chris, Chrissy and I went on a Christian
Pilgrimage to the Holy Lands. The trip was also to celebrate Chris and my
20th wedding anniversary and my 37th continuous year
of sobriety (through Jesus’ help I have not had a mind altering chemical
in my body for thirty-seven continuous years). We rented a 2010 Chevy with
a GPS (this gadget is a miracle in itself) and explored Israel. The GPS allowed us to save thousands of
dollars, by not needing guides, and was extremely accurate. Our main destinations were to be
Jerusalem, Nazareth, and Galilee.
This was my second trip to the Holy Lands and was astonished at how
much I really don’t know about Jesus.
For example, almost all of his earthly life was spent in Nazareth
and Galilee (one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited). Very little of his life was spent in
Jeruslem. Pictures of the trip are
as follows:
A.
Arriving
at Tel Aviv
B.
Going
to Jerusalem
C.
Exploring
Jerusalem
D.
Mt
of Olives
E.
Going
to Galilee
F.
Galilee
G.
Mt
of Beatitudes
H.
Capernaum
I.
Heading
Back to Tel Aviv and the United States
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