Apostle David Johndrow - Fire And Grace

I've been going to church for a long time - too long maybe! I have noticed that church folks grow accustom to certain rituals. Hell, they even try to sit in the same place each Sunday. How about you, are you a creature of religious habits? I'd like to think that I am not, but I am. I still sit in the back row posting Facebook "stati" as though I am at a Boston Bruins game in sudden death overtime. Apparently someone noticed me. Even the back row, normally reserved for other bored folks, is no longer private. How far have we fallen? On Sunday morning there was a screen requesting that we shut off our cell phones! I am thinking that the woman with spiritual distemper who stood behind me last week, said something to the pastor. I laughed out loud when I saw it! And if I'd had a mouth full of coffee, I would have projected a mixed organic mist at least two or three rows forward; taking out the bald guy with the huge wife and his family along with a few teenagers and t...

I often think about how the Body of Christ needs to work together to accomplish that which God wants to do. For years we have heard all the big names in Evangelical, Charismatic and Pentecostal ministry circles. From Benny Hinn to Billy Graham, we have seen them perform. What we haven't seen very often, is a team approach; a body of many parts working together for the Kingdom. I confess that I was part of the superstar or rock-star generation. In some cases the athletes of my day were virtual one-man teams like Michael Jordan or Bobby Orr. Rock superstars like Jimmy Page or Sting, could make CD's with anyone they wanted to. They only required some assistance, not a team. God has a way of dealing with each one of us individually; here is what happened to me. One of my Brazilian friends got me an invitation to minister with him on the South Coast of Massachusetts. Our team consisted of a preacher, my interpreter; an evangelist, another friend with a healing gift and me. The c...

I gave my youngest a watch a few years ago. She still isn't old enough to tell time - but she wore it like fine jewelry. I spent a few minutes with her watching the time change on the digital face. As the minutes ticked off, which is pretty boring, she quickly lost her enthusiasm. I tried to make our playtime last a little longer, so I did a little role playing. Trust me I'm no Barney or Big Bird. "Oh what time is it?" I said, making a different voice, pretending to be her, "It's three-o-five." I did my little skit a few more times and then it was her turn.. "Princess, what time is it?" I said, pointing to the watch. "Time for you to leave, Daddy." "Hey - " I guess I should have gotten her a stopwatch. Time is an interesting "thing" - fascinating in fact. Because time is so important to us, we have lots of words to describe it. HERE are some Time Terms This is not a sermon-ette on getting saved, the up coming 201...

Is it me, or do you find it amazing that our liberal, free speech advocates - promoters of tolerance and political correctness - are just plain "stupid!" There I said the S word. And let me follow it up by using the N word - nincompoops, and the F word: fools! Apparently we can all get along until the Christian religion - specifically the words "God" or "Jesus" are brought up in the public forum as if it is pornographic. Yet we are to be tolerant of other religions, scientific theories, sexual promiscuity as well as various other political views and lifestyles that are in direct opposition to the biblical world view we've been called to die for. These "bans" are foolish and dangerous displays of arrogance. A teacher had a banner in his class room that quoted the Declaration of Independence. A banner, which had been displayed for seventeen years, contained this excerpt: “All Men Are Created Equal, They Are Endowed By Their Creator.” One school...

I have a lot of kids in a wide range of hair colors and ages. Life was easier when I had a one of each, a blond and redhead. But then I met Mary Anne, and like most men, I wasn't thinking. She landed me upon the shores of happiness. (Read that, the altar) Like a lot of folks, she is in a blended family and well, I am not. We have little Charlotte; age 6. Then there are two more girls, one teenager - just 19 and a young adult *cough* who is now 22. We call them by their birthdays - the older one 1/22 and the younger one 2/26. That way the youngest "11/11" doesn't know who we are talking about just in case we have to use the words, "bone head" or "brat." She just thinks we're talking about Tom and Jerry. 1/22 started staying with us over the Christmas break, and 2/26 has moved in while she puts her life back together and figures out what she wants to be when she grows up. The older girls pretty much lived with their mother after the divorce (2000...

Who's your BFF? (Best Friend Forever - not Big Friggin' Fool) Most of us have one. In fact most folks have too many friends as evidenced with the astronomical growth of "contact memory space" on mobile phones and devices. My first phone had room to store 20 numbers - err slots with only two favorites allowed on two-touch dialing. The last few devices I owned had 200+ slots! That's a lot of contacts, and lot of FFs! My Blackberry Curve has unlimited room for contacts plus all the social networking apps you can fit on the memory card! Today I have decided to take a look at 10 worst types of friends in your friendscape , and ways to cull your list - after all you're too busy for all this social-ism. 1 Promissory Friends - These are the folks that owe you a dinner, a time for coffee, or an obligatory let's get together. Apparently they have never learned that "getting together" requires a time, a date and a location - even one that is most convenient...

Maybe you've watched ABC's Wide World of Sports a few years - sheesh - decades back like I did. I remember seeing that ski jumper take a spill at 60+ miles per hour just before hitting the end of the jump, taking out some sort of pole and clobbering a few spectators - the agony of defeat! If you have worked with, been around, watched them on TV, are related to, or own your own teenager, then the phrase, "the agony of defeat" takes on a whole new meaning. I am sure that you are able conjure up your own thoughts of teenagers - even your own teen-aged experiences - both the ones labeled victory and defeat. 19 years ago I was at Cape Cod Hospital , and I was enjoying the "thrill of victory," as my middle daughter was born. I was working alone at a Camera store in the Falmouth Mall - a Tuesday in the late afternoon. I was scheduled to close at 9. The phone rang about 6 o'clock and it was the hospital saying that my wife had been admitted and they were go...