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Janiver Brown and Heaven

I can’t recall when in such a brief period so many people who are significant to me have gone to meet Jesus. This morning the final call came to my beautiful, longtime friend, Jan Brown. With certain peace, she left this world, and now occupies a timeless, invisible place. She rests in eternity with Jesus.

Jan was a preacher’s wife; her husband, Clayton, is the pastor of a United Pentecostal church in Napa, CA. It is impossible to imagine a sweeter, more godly person than was Jan. Truly I feel exceedingly blessed to have been in her circle of acquaintances. She was an exceptional person. And now she is gone, leaving a wonderful family; two sons, two daughters, and her dear husband.

Her husband briefly writes of the conclusion of her earthly life in this way:

“Janiver laid down her cares and took the hand of Jesus this morning at 3:00am. She passed very peacefully with no struggle. I can only image the glories she is experiencing now and for eternity. I know it will be a challenge for us to redefine “normal” now. The larger someone is in your life, the bigger the hole they leave when they are gone. But God will see us through. Love to each of you! Clayton”

A song rings in my ears tonight as I consider Heaven, its glory, its mystery.  Many who are dear to me are gathered there tonight.

“What a day that will be when my Jesus I will see

When I look upon His face, the One who saved me by His grace.

When He takes me by the hand, leads me through the Promised Land.

What a day, glorious day that will be.”

For sure I don’t know how it all works, but I just wonder…is Jesus showing Janiver around tonight? Has she talked with Sister Freeman and Brother Hyde who just arrived there last week? Has she dipped a toe in the River of Life or  bent down to rub her hand across a golden street? Has she met up with the Patriarchs, the Apostles, or David…who was a man after God’s own heart? Has she paused to gaze in awe at the splendor of Heaven? Can she peer down and see a million galaxies…or the precisely ordered spin of our planet–the one we call earth?

We don’t know. But of this I am sure; Jan is safe with Jesus, freed at last from the terrors of this earth, from her cancer riddled body, from fear, from pain, from dread and uncertainty.

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Brother Hyde Has Gone To Heaven

fhydeHugo, OK – December 28, 2009. Hyde Frederick Kimmons Hyde, also known as “Brother Hyde”, 87, has gone to a new life with his Lord Jesus on Dec. 25, 2009 in Edmond, OK. He was born August 16, 1922 in Tulsa, OK to Jasper and Vessie (Bowdoin) Hyde. After his dad passed away he entered John Brown University in Siloam Springs, AR for a short time. He served his country joining the U.S. Army from Feb. 14, 1943 to Feb. 13, 1946. He was a Line Corporal in the military police at Camp Wallace, TX. During WWll, he guarded German Prisoners of War.

Reverend Fred married his Sweetheart, Betty Jo Billingsley on August 8, 1951. He was an ordained minister with the United Pentecostal Church International living in the New Orleans, LA area for over 60 years. He retired from The Spirit of Freedom Ministries in 2006 and moved to Edmond, OK in Dec. of 2007. His life was changed when he received the infilling of the “Holy Ghost” and was baptized in Jesus Name on Sept. 19, 1958 just a half block off of Canal Street @ 122 North Dorgenois St. in New Orleans, LA. There he taught the Junior Boys Sunday School Class. In 1960, he and his wife moved to Slidell, LA where he started a church and pastored until 1970. From 1970-1978, he served as a missionary in Indonesia, Thailand, the Philippines, Hong Kong and other areas of Asia where he was known as the “Singing Missionary”. He also served as a Missionary Evangelist all over Asia, Australia and the South Pacific. He returned to the United States and on August 28, 1978, at the age of 56 he founded the Spirit of Freedom Ministries with a tape of his testimony, his guitar and the Lord Jesus Christ.

He is preceded in death by his parents; brothers, Jack, William Earl “One Punch Billy Hyde”, Jimmy, Lewis “Tuffy”, Truman, and Harry Hyde. Sisters Kitty Bell Yates, Viola Flemming, and Mildred Harper. He is survived by his wife, Betty Jo Hyde; son, Michael Lynn Hyde; daughter-in-law, Tina Marie Hyde; sister, Miona Sullivan; brother, Skipper Goins. Viewing will be on Wednesday, Dec 30th from 2-4pm at Southern Oaks United Pentecostal Church 6501 S. Walker Ave.; OKC, Ok 405/634-2991. Services for Reverend Fred will be at 4:00 pm, Wednesday, Dec. 30th at Southern Oaks United Pentecostal Church. Burial will be 10:00 am, Thursday, December 31, 2009 at Mt. Olivet cemetery in Hugo, Oklahoma.

Source: Apostolic News

Arrangements for Brother Hyde:
Visitation:  Wednesday December 30, 2009     2:00 PM – 4:00 PM
Memorial Service:   Wednesday December 30, 2009     4:00 PM
Southern Oaks United Pentecostal Church
6501 S. Walker Avenue
Oklahoma City, OK 73139
Interment:  Thursday December 31, 2009    10:00 AM
Mt. Olive Cemetery
Hugo, OKBroth

Arrangements for Sister Freeman:
Viewing/Visitation: Monday January 4, 2010   5:00 PM – 8:00 PM
Memorial Service: Tuesday January 5, 2010  4:00 PM
Emmanuel Pentecostal Church
1200 Poplar Drive
Mesquite, TX 75149
Interment: Wesnesday January 6, 2010
Roseneath Funeral Home
211 Murrell Street
Minden, LA 71055
318-377-3412
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As I Lie Dying

Because of daily word of her tenuous grip on life, and the hearing of warm remarks from around the world concerning our dear Nona Freeman, I have spent a fair amount of time in the last few days considering my own death bed. I have deliberated long, and such reflection has given me a tighter grip on reality. Oh, not the reality of this steel and mortar which surrounds me, nor the dirt on which I stand, nor the constant scroll of  sky which shields my troubled head. No, I muse these long moments on authentic reality–that of the soul, of eternity–incomprehensible eternity–, and of God..of whom I live in awe, and before whom I stand in abysmal unworthiness when I even utter His name, or acknowledge His existence.

So, as I lie dying, I hope those who huddle about my bed will speak of God, and that I loved Him, and that I loved people, and that as pitiful and inconsequential were my efforts, I did expend my life in loving God and in sharing the Word of His Being. As I lie dying, I hope someone mutters that once I thrust a crumb of bread into her waiting hand, that one evening I mouthed a heartening word, that one hot afternoon I placed my hand on a weary shoulder and that one dark day I pressed a coin into an empty pocket. As I lie dying, I hope those who shiver by my bed will be secure when thinking of my destination, and that the Almighty Presence of God fills the room; that Scripture is spoken, and that hymns of the church are sung.

As I lie dying may there be little joy in those few trinkets I will leave behind; rather triumphant rapture at the thought of the Joy that I will soon, then, apprehend.

(Please. This post is not intended to gather positive comments concerning me. Rather I hope it will serve as a touchstone, urging each of us to examine our true reality. And I do want to hear from you in this vein, any thoughts you are willing to share.)

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Beloved Nona Freeman Under Hospice Care

This message from our beloved Nona Freeman was posted today  by “Kneemail” in the comment section of one of my other pieces. (There is a video of Sister Freeman in that piece.) I’m taking the liberty of making it a separate post so that these beautiful words may be read by more persons. Sometimes we wait until after persons have gone to tell them how special they are, and how much they have blessed our lives. Let’s not let that happen with Sister Freeman. After you read her letter, if she has ministered to you, please tell of it in the comment section. I will let her family know of this column.

Through the years, Sister Freeman has been a tremendous source of inspiration to me. Now in her waning days, I want her to know that I love and respect her, and that her books, stories, sacrifices and messages have surely enriched our entire Apostolic movement. It won’t be long now, Sister Freeman, until together we will bow before that majestic throne of Jesus, our Saviour, the one who has saved us, and has made us brothers and sisters in Him. Happy day! What a happy day! Come, Lord Jesus.

Dear Friends and Fans of Nona Freeman; December 8, 2009

Greetings in the name of Jesus. This is just to update everyone about my condition. The Lord has blessed me to live 93 wonderful years and as the lyrics record truly, ‘I Don’t Regret A Mile I’ve Traveled For The Lord.’ God has been my constant love and keeper. I marked my 70th year in the ministry April 12, 2009. My life has been one amazing blessing and miracle after another. I had a loving childhood; married a man that I still love to this day and God blessed me with five amazing children.

We were called to Africa but long before we got to go there our hearts were there; then 41 years later we returned to the United States. After the death of my beloved husband ‘E.L. ‘Bug’ Freeman in 1999 my wonderful daughter Sandra Freeman has devoted her life to seeing I have been able to continue my ministry that God called me to when I was but a child. I am blessed to still enjoy the benefits of my new computer my supporters blessed me with for my 70th ministerial anniversary that I am sending this message to you on.

I am sorry but I am no longer able to continue my schedule due to my health from sickness I suffered in January 2009. God has blessed me not only with a wonderful daughter to see I can carry on my ministry but wonderful aides that devote their time to see the work of Nona Freeman; my ministry, my books and messages can still go out.
I am sorry I am not nor have been able to take personal calls as I desire and have done so in the past; my energy just does not allow it now.

For a few weeks now I have been under the care of hospice that comes to my home. Please bear in mind; I am in no pain but I am ready for God to take me. I am getting weaker. I have fought a good fight; I have kept the faith and I have traveled the world in obedience to Gods call on my life to answer the call God placed on mine and Bugs heart to carry this Jesus name gospel. Our ministry has been our life. I have the greatest family a person could ever have but I am ready to see my Jesus, my mother and my daughter Marla now gone to be with the Lord; many other loved ones, prophets and apostles of old. But next to Jesus my heart is so longing to see my ‘Bug’. I miss him more every day.

I am honored for every prayer that has been prayed for me and ask your continual prayers in the days ahead. May all of my precious supporters have the best holiday and my prayer is not only for 2010 but the rest of your lives be filled with the blessings of Jesus. Please remember me and the name of Jesus I have and will always uphold. Until we meet again, Sister Nona Freeman

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“…a dream, or a gift of God?”

“Is it a dream, or a gift of God?” the mother asked.

The absolute silence was broken as the judge announced the lab results of the DNA study. She listened intently, hardly able to breathe…then Yes! fifty-eight year Fatima Mohammed Salih knew for sure it was her son who stood before them. Her son. Twenty-one year old Ali Pour, the only remaining one of her seven children; the others, along with her husband, having died on that horrific long-ago day. A lethal chemical attack by Saddam Hussein’s regime had wiped out the family…except for the mother and her infant son.

She recalled the day Halabja was attacked. The family was at home. There was utter panic. They first ran into the streets and then went back inside.

“We didn’t know where to go,” she said. “Zimnaku, the 4-month-old, was on my lap and suddenly my older son screamed saying, “Mother, I feel like I’m burning.’ I tried to help him and my other sons, too. But it was in vain. I saw them dying in front of me. I collapsed and the next thing I remember is lying in a hospital bed in Tehran.”

The reunion Friday in Iraq’s northern Kurdish region was the rarest of artifacts from Halabja: a moment of joy from the day the city became an open cemetery for an estimated 5,600 people killed when lethal gas was dropped by Saddam’s military.

It was part of Saddam’s brutal 1987-88 campaign to crush a Kurdish rebellion. Nearly 200,000 people died in Baghdad’s scorched-earth offensive.

Source: AP Fox News

And now for the first time in more than two decades, the two people embraced, 21-year-old Ali Pour comforting his weeping mother. And then she repeated her son’s birth name: Zimnaku Mohammed Saleh.

Later, through translators, Ali told what he knew of his story, and the bits and pieces were fitted together for a final picture. The infant Ali had somehow survived the initial attack, and was found three days later by Iranian military who took him to a hospital from where he was adopted. When he was six years old his wonderful adoptive mother told Ali his history, making him aware that he had been born in the Kurdish part of the country, and suggesting that once he was grown, he might want to find his relatives. Four months later, she was killed in an automobile accident.

As an adult, Pour contacted Iranian officials, and through painstaking study, perusals of records, and finally of a DNA examination, Ali was reunited with his mother.

From across the world, from a unique perspective, from another mother’s heart, and with truth, I believe I can answer this precious mother who stammered the question: “Is it a dream, or a gift of God?”

It is a gift of God, dear friend, dear mother. It is a gift of God.

And what a season for us to know your story, the beautiful, poignant account of a mother whose family, in a heinous evil act, was snatched from her, but who, through the persistence of a loving son, and through the grace and mercy of a loving God, has allowed this remarkable reunion…

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Veterans Day and Fort Hood

From my heart today–this Veterans Day 2009–I speak my appreciation and gratitude for every person who has served our country by involvement in the military division of the United States of America. At times unsung, unappreciated, misunderstood, forgotten–you have yet stood your post, and kept your charge. You have guarded my babies and me. You have kept us safe. Thank you.

Many of you have made the supreme sacrifice, shedding your blood on both foreign soil, and recently and sadly, on our own earth–the earth of America. Thank you.

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Many of you are now elderly, shaking and unsteady.

And some…were mere babies. Thank you…and to the families, my thoughts and prayers.victims_300x90

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Memorial Day Tribute

In my childhood we called it Decoration Day and it was an important celebration that we marked in the streets with parades and in the parks with rousing speeches, recalling the heroes who, on one field or another, had given their lives for our country. Today it is called Memorial Day. May we never forget those who lie beneath the white markers, from the youngest–the one little known–to the one highly acclaimed and honored. To their families today, I say a sincere thank you, for that one you have offered up so that my children and my grandchildren and I may yet reach into uncommon opportunities and glory in our rare and costly freedoms.

Mary McHugh mourns her slain fiance Sgt. James Regan at the Arlington National Cemetery May 27, 2007, Memorial Day weekend. Regan, a U.S. Army Ranger from Long Island, was killed by a roadside bomb in Iraq in February, and this was the first time McHugh had visited the grave since the funeral. When he died, Regan was on his fourth combat deployment – twice in Afghanistan and twice in Iraq.

Source: Getty Images John Moore

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Edit Monday 9:30  Thanks to Dale White who on my Facebook account sent the image of the markers and the children I posted just above here, and the following information:

The National Moment of Remembrance, established by Congress, asks Americans wherever they are at 3 p.m., local time, on Memorial Day to pause in an act of national unity (duration: one minute).The time 3 p.m. was chosen because it is the time when most Americans are enjoying their freedoms on the national holiday. The Moment does not replace traditional Memorial Day events; rather it is an act of national unity in which all Americans, alone or with family and friends, honor those who died for our freedom. It will help to reclaim Memorial Day as the sacred and noble holiday it was meant to be. In this shared remembrance, we connect as Americans.


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Safely Through The Valley

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…so George is home, having passed perilously through the shadow of death.

…and Dustin has been determined well enough to be moved from the ICU.

We’re thankful.

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Memorial Service for Daniel Edward Halliday

Though incredibly sad, the memorial service this morning for Daniel Edward Halliday was permeated with peace and a distinct feeling of God’s comfort and His nearness. The service was held at Calvary Baptist church with between 300 and 350 persons dsc_00022attending. Each of the three main speakers–Pastor Chad, Pastor Buxton and Mike Buxton–did a wonderful job. The music was beautifully presented, and during the song, I Can Only Imagine, Misty rose to her feet, and lifted high both her hands. It was most touching.

It was thought that Dustin would be released from the hospital in time to attend this service, but he has suffered a little set-back: He has developed a slight case of pneumonia, and a wound on one of his legs has become infected. Please continue to pray for him, and for George, who is doing well, and will probably be able to come home in a few days.

From eulogy presented by Pastor Buxton

Once when Dustin was commended for training his children in the house of God, he plainly spoke. “I want Daniel to be up there, someday. I want him on the platform wearing a suit and a tie, taking part in the services.”


Well, sadly, that is not to be, and while we have more questions than answers, we can look to God’s Word for direction. We can ask Job, can we not? We can emulate Job, can we not? For when all his children were taken from him, his houses and possessions were destroyed, his friends had turned against him, he was stricken with boils from head to foot, and his wife looked on him with contempt—Job, faithful Job, righteous and perfect Job, said, “Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”


Dustin and Misty, while because of the unfathomable and inscrutable intelligence of God, the life of our Daniel was allowed to prematurely end, I submit to you that he may yet have a profound ministry. Perhaps the lesson of his life and the lessons of his death may guide one—or two—who otherwise would not have followed Jesus, into the paths of righteousness. Could it be that the shadow of Daniel’s death will fall on one who will lift his head in sorrow, turn about and make his toward Calvary and toward the glory of the resurrection? Let us pray and believe it to be so.


And you, Dustin and Misty, your children, your families and friends can join with King David, who after the loss of a beloved child, said this: “While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live?


But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.”


Little Daniel will not be back; he has gone to live with Jesus. But we have the opportunity for another happy day with Daniel…one victorious day, when having ourselves purified by the Holy Ghost, we will stand together in the rare and holy presence of God…and in the presence of Daniel.

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Arrested! Second Degree Murder Charges for Killing Our Daniel

It has now been confirmed. Tina Means has been arrested here in Lake Havasu, charged with second-degree murder and two counts of aggravated assault. doc49c866062e296746391490

A Lake Havasu City woman was arrested Monday on charges of second-degree murder and two counts of aggravated assault in relation to the fatal head-on collision March 17 that critically injured two local men and claimed the life of a 9-year-old boy.

 

Lake Havasu City police arrested Tina M. Means, 37, at her home in the 3700 block of Sloop Drive at approximately 11:30 a.m. after blood tests revealed her blood alcohol concentration to be .26 percent at the time of the accident that allegedly caused the death of Daniel Halliday, of Lake Havasu City.

“The arrest was very simple, like she expected it was coming,” said Lake Havasu City Police Sgt. Troy Stirling.

Means’ arrest came two days after Mohave County Sheriff’s Office arrested her Friday on felony charges of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, endangerment and multiple DUI charges related to an incident on State Route 95 March 3, according to a Mohave County Sheriff’s Office press release issued Monday.

Last week, Daniel Halliday was riding in a Ford Bronco driven by his father, Dustin Halliday, 31, and front-seat passenger George Hope, 47, when the Bronco was involved in a crash in the 2900 block of Daytona Avenue at approximately 3:45 p.m. March 17, according to earlier reports in the Today’s News-Herald.

Means was reportedly driving a Toyota pickup truck traveling eastbound on Daytona Avenue in excess of 50 mph in a 35 mph zone when she swerved across the centerline and into the path of the westbound Ford. The two vehicles collided head on causing the Ford Bronco to roll onto its side and catch fire, reports said.

Daniel Halliday was pronounced dead at the scene.

Dustin Halliday and passenger Hope were air-evacuated to the University Medical Center Burn Unit in Las Vegas, according to earlier reports.

The driver of the Ford Bronco and the passenger, for whom Means was charged with two counts of aggravated assault, remain in critical but stable condition at the burn unit in Las Vegas, Stirling said Monday.

Means was transported by ambulance to Havasu Regional Medical Center from the accident scene, where she was treated and released, police said.

Means was booked into Lake Havasu City Police Department holding facility to await her bond hearing.

The March 3 incident involved MCSO deputies dispatched to the area of Cattail Cove where a Good Samaritan was with a vehicle that was allegedly traveling northbound in the southbound lane on SR95, MSCO authorities said.

When county deputies arrived, they contacted the female driver, later identified as Means, who was reportedly in an unresponsive state and was emitting an odor of alcohol, according to the MSCO.

“We thought we were dealing with a medical issue,” said Trish Carter, MCSO public information officer.

River Medical ambulance service transported Means to Havasu Regional Medical Center where routine blood samples were collected from Means for further analysis in the Arizona Crime Lab.

The Good Samaritan, a witness, told MCSO he was traveling southbound on SR95 approaching the upward left turn at milepost 167 when he saw a vehicle heading toward him in the southbound lane. The Samaritan said he avoided a head-on collision with the oncoming vehicle by turning into the shoulder.

The witness further reported he turned his vehicle around and watched the suspect’s vehicle drive back across the highway and onto the shoulder where the vehicle came to a stop. The witness turned the suspect’s vehicle off and it was later towed from the scene, according to MCSO.

MCSO deputies arrested Means for her alleged involvement in the March 3 incident at approximately 2:30 p.m. last Friday at her residence on the 3700 block of Sloop Drive where she was taken into custody without incident.

The Arizona Crime Lab revealed Means blood alcohol concentration was .32 at the time of the March 3 incident on SR95, the press release said.

Means was transported and booked into the Mohave County District 3 Substation jail, according to the press release.

Means was released Saturday at 1:30 p.m. from the Mohave County District 3 Substation jail when she satisfied a $1,000 cash bail, Carter said.

Means has previously been convicted on DUI; alcohol, drugs, toxic vapor or combination, DUI with blood alcohol concentration of more than .08 percent, and extreme DUI blood alcohol concentration of more than .15 percent in Lake Havasu Municipal Court in August 2002, according to Arizona Supreme Court records.

From Lake Havasu Herald