Post by davidjayjordan on Dec 5, 2017 18:32:46 GMT -6
Ive never talked or written about my brothers death before, but now four years later, might be a good time to do so.... and the appropriate discussion board. For everything has a cause and reason and we can all learn from lifes experiences, even the life experiences of others.
Me and my brother went to school together, He being ten months older than I, I being born premature at only four lbs, I'm heavier now TTL.
Anyway, we did almost everything together, but our home life wasnt the greatest. We both were athletic, and yet basically were on the same teams throughout our early years, not competing against each other but fighting or playing together for victories...sort of thing.
I spent more time in the outdoors, fishing and camping, where as he was a bit of a book reader. Anyway, I did well in high school, both of us becoming President of the Student Council, etc etc etc.. But I was the quiet type, and only accepted the nominations because no one else wanted to be the room representative and then nonbody else wanted to be the President. I hated talking.... writing and even English. I loved Math, Science and SPORTS and NATURE.
University was the same, I got a an athletic scholarship, for four years.. but he did not .. and became a bit of a recluse...
I went on the ********* Team, and to the World Games etc... Got saved through Campus Crusade thru Christ, or at least I knew I was saved through that group, but they were churchy and I didnt like church...
Anyway... I became a missionary after University via the Jesus People... and never stopped being a missionary til now, 40 some years later... Meet my wife, a missionary as well and have had ** children...all grown up, by us living by faith, outside the church system.
My brother never focused and although having a degree like me, never got into his economics degree as he was rather lazy... and seemed to resent me... for me being a missionary.
My parents basically excommunicated me from the family for marrying a brown girl who wasnt white, and despised the fact I was going to make big money like our relatives had.
So to get to the point, my brother got a COMPETITIVE SPIRIT and started reading the bible in competition with me, even though I never mentioned the Lord to them or any doctrine whatsoever.... they listened to my brother, b ut I was never allowed to discuss anything spiritual with them.
So at the age of about 60****, my brother started going to bible studies at private homes, and started espousing all his theories to them. Meanwhile they were espousing their theories along the same lines, each trying to outdo the other.
Hence one night,he came back to his son and while being heated up that no one agreed with him on his prophecy, fell to the floor in the kitchen with blood coming from his nose and mouth. He had a brain hemmorage... and lasted only a couple of days in the hospital. He never talked again but just went, from unconscious to departure.
Whats the moral of the story, lets not get heated up about our theories, just discuss as fellow Christians and ponder discussions as we go along. We can write our theories as surely some of them will be valid, and discussion is what we all need. Force never works, intimidation never works. The Lord will show us as we have time to learn and discermn.
Prophecy takes time to unfold as most of us know..... we are not at the end as again most of us know.... so we have TIME.
Lets WAIT and SEE... how things unfold or dont unfold according to our theories.
Lets not fall on any kitchen floors like my brother... lets be cool and controled and only discuss and explain and see what happens.... then recalculate and eventually get it right.
Amen ?
My brother knows better now...
Me and my brother went to school together, He being ten months older than I, I being born premature at only four lbs, I'm heavier now TTL.
Anyway, we did almost everything together, but our home life wasnt the greatest. We both were athletic, and yet basically were on the same teams throughout our early years, not competing against each other but fighting or playing together for victories...sort of thing.
I spent more time in the outdoors, fishing and camping, where as he was a bit of a book reader. Anyway, I did well in high school, both of us becoming President of the Student Council, etc etc etc.. But I was the quiet type, and only accepted the nominations because no one else wanted to be the room representative and then nonbody else wanted to be the President. I hated talking.... writing and even English. I loved Math, Science and SPORTS and NATURE.
University was the same, I got a an athletic scholarship, for four years.. but he did not .. and became a bit of a recluse...
I went on the ********* Team, and to the World Games etc... Got saved through Campus Crusade thru Christ, or at least I knew I was saved through that group, but they were churchy and I didnt like church...
Anyway... I became a missionary after University via the Jesus People... and never stopped being a missionary til now, 40 some years later... Meet my wife, a missionary as well and have had ** children...all grown up, by us living by faith, outside the church system.
My brother never focused and although having a degree like me, never got into his economics degree as he was rather lazy... and seemed to resent me... for me being a missionary.
My parents basically excommunicated me from the family for marrying a brown girl who wasnt white, and despised the fact I was going to make big money like our relatives had.
So to get to the point, my brother got a COMPETITIVE SPIRIT and started reading the bible in competition with me, even though I never mentioned the Lord to them or any doctrine whatsoever.... they listened to my brother, b ut I was never allowed to discuss anything spiritual with them.
So at the age of about 60****, my brother started going to bible studies at private homes, and started espousing all his theories to them. Meanwhile they were espousing their theories along the same lines, each trying to outdo the other.
Hence one night,he came back to his son and while being heated up that no one agreed with him on his prophecy, fell to the floor in the kitchen with blood coming from his nose and mouth. He had a brain hemmorage... and lasted only a couple of days in the hospital. He never talked again but just went, from unconscious to departure.
Whats the moral of the story, lets not get heated up about our theories, just discuss as fellow Christians and ponder discussions as we go along. We can write our theories as surely some of them will be valid, and discussion is what we all need. Force never works, intimidation never works. The Lord will show us as we have time to learn and discermn.
Prophecy takes time to unfold as most of us know..... we are not at the end as again most of us know.... so we have TIME.
Lets WAIT and SEE... how things unfold or dont unfold according to our theories.
Lets not fall on any kitchen floors like my brother... lets be cool and controled and only discuss and explain and see what happens.... then recalculate and eventually get it right.
Amen ?
My brother knows better now...
