I Wanted to Take the Advanced Class

I had wanted to take the Advanced Class for many years, but my financial responsibilities disqualified me from doing so—until 2018. God worked in my life to make it possible to clear my financial indebtedness so that I could take the Advanced Class in June 2018! He guided me on the path to victory, beginning approximately eighteen months before the class.

Early in 2017 I made the decision to retire from my government job by the end of the year. I worked with my financial resources to assess and prepare for a life where I would no longer be getting a hefty monthly income. I put it all up to God and confessed that He is my sufficiency and has always taken care of me. Why should He change when I retired? After all, I’d had God’s abundance in my life every step of the way up to that point, and He always met my needs. So I took the believing step and retired on December 31, 2017.

The huge financial hurdle to taking the Advanced Class was to pay off my mortgage. Although I considered several options, when I put it up to God, He told me that I had enough to pay it off right then in full. Truly trusting God, I paid off my mortgage and remaining credit card debt. What a tremendous feeling of release and freedom from bondage this believing action gave me. I was then able to meet the class requirement of being debt-free.

God also worked on clearing the path for me to take refresher Foundational and Intermediate Classes, arrange for care of my dog for the two weeks of being at The Way International Headquarters, and arrange for travel and lodging needs for the class. Every detail was perfectly executed, and everyone involved was blessed.

Taking the class was a huge blessing, and my desire was abundantly fulfilled. This believing journey started eighteen months in advance when I first made my desires known to God with great trust and thanksgiving. God truly hears our prayers and works with us to bring to pass the desires of our hearts if we faint not. This experience has energized and deepened my trust in our loving Father. I am fully persuaded that He cares for me.

Recognizing Revelation

More than a Feeling

Proverbs 3:5,6:
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

Before I had a knowledge of God’s Word, when I leaned towards my own understanding, there was an incident in my life that never made sense. One evening driving home around midnight, I was approaching an intersection, and the light was green. I had what I described at that time as a “funny feeling” to stop. Well, who stops at a green light? It didn’t make any sense to me, but the funny feeling wouldn’t go away, and against my better judgment, I placed my foot on the brake to begin to stop. As I slowed down, almost to a complete stop, a tractor trailer ran the red light and missed hitting my car by just a few feet. I never could explain why I stopped, but I knew that if I had not stopped, I would have been hit by the truck.

Four years later and after taking the foundational class on The Way of Abundance and Power, one afternoon I was on my way home from work. Traffic was light and traveling at sixty miles per hour. In front of me in the lane to my right was a tractor trailer. As I was approaching this truck, getting ready to pass it, I didn’t have a funny feeling. No, this time I recognized what it was and understood it—God told me to stop. Well there I was again, knowing to stop on a highway with no traffic, driving at a safe speed. You just don’t do that. This time I had the understanding of God’s Word in my heart. God let me know that I had to stop. I was now able to trust God, not my understanding of the situation. Well, on a four-lane highway, I put my foot on the brake and stopped. As I stopped this time, the truck that was in the lane to my right all of a sudden veered to the right and then to the left, and before I knew it, the truck had all of the lanes blocked and came to a sudden stop. Once again I had come to a complete stop in a safe place.

This second incident showed me the truth about the first incident—God has been watching over me for a long time. When we trust God with all of our hearts, we have the ability to listen to Him and act accordingly. When we do, we enjoy the safety that our loving heavenly Father provides us every moment of every day of our lives.

What Is True versus What Is False

Because of the Word of God I have learned in The Way Ministry, I have been able to tell when I am really receiving revelation from God and when I am not, meaning that the accuracy of God’s Word in my life that I have learned in The Way Ministry has enabled me to differentiate between what is true and genuinely from God versus what is false and falls short of what God wants me to know and do.

Nothing Is Lost to God

I went to my first Way Ministry fellowship around December of 1985, took my first Foundational Class in the summer of 1986, and took the Advanced Class in the summer of 1988. My life has been abundantly packed with God’s grace and blessings throughout all these years as a result of the how-to teachings of God’s Word by The Way Ministry. Yet, through all these many amazing blessings, there has been one theme that shines through when I consider my personal relationship with God. And that is in the category of finding something important that has been lost.

I believe the precedent for this aspect of my relationship with God was set in 1988 when I went out as a Word Over the World (WOW) Ambassador. I worked for a car dealership, detailing cars. I was twenty years old. Perhaps my most prized possession at this time in my life was a gold and sapphire high school class ring my mother had bought for me when I was in tenth grade. She knew I’d loved the class ring design since I was a small boy, and it was a big financial challenge at that time for her to buy this for me. When she gave it to me, she asked me to promise that I would wear it and that I would not give it to “some girl” to wear or put on a necklace. I promised this to her and kept that promise. I wore that ring every day for years until it didn’t fit anymore.

So, one morning I went to work. As usual, I changed into my work clothes on arriving. I had been advised not to wear the ring at work because some of the chemicals could damage the gold. I removed the ring and put it in the left front pocket of my street pants and hung them on a hook where we changed clothes, and I went to work. When the work day ended, I headed home, excited to see what the rest of the day would hold.

I arrived to find my fellow WOW Ambassadors not at home, and shortly after I came in, I realized I wasn’t wearing my ring. My mind often works with pictures. I immediately pictured putting the ring in my pocket. I’d not changed out of my work clothes before leaving work that day, so I went to my bedroom and got the other pants. But when I reached into the pocket, the ring was gone. I felt a familiar lump in my throat. I can’t recall if I prayed the first time then or after I went to my car, but I went out and searched my car for the ring. I crawled down on the floorboards, looked under the seats, searched front and back and in the cracks of the seats. No ring.

I went back inside, trying to calm myself, speaking in tongues, and focusing on believing to find that ring. As I considered this, the experience of another believer came to my mind. My brother had recently gotten married. He and his wife married on the East Coast and promptly moved to California. His wife had a set of china. She really loved it, but it was missing one of its eight bowls. She planned to try to find a replacement. As they prepared to move, she packed up the china and mailed it to her mother in the Midwest, who would then mail it on to California when the time was right. Meanwhile, my sister-in-law began to look for a replacement bowl. She checked stores, suppliers, and even the manufacturer. She learned that the pattern was no longer being sold. Deciding she’d done all she knew to do, she prayed to God and told Him she’d done all she knew and gave it to Him, confident He would provide her a solution.

When the china arrived at her mother’s house, her mother decided to unpack it and make sure nothing was broken. When she did, do you know how many bowls were in that box? Eight! That’s right, eight.

This memory of her experience came to my mind. I’d been very amazed by it at first. But the more I’d thought about it, the more it didn’t strike me as unexpected. After all, our God is the Creator of the heavens and the earth. He made our bodies from dust. He loves us and wants to care for us. How hard is it for God to make a bowl? Did God know where my ring was? Of course He did. He knew exactly where it was. Was God capable of taking my ring from wherever it was and putting it in a new place? Easily.

So, I prayed. I said, “God, thank You for bringing my ring back to me. I want You to take that ring from wherever it is and put it on the hump on the floor in my car.” I drove a 1981 AMC Eagle station wagon. Like other rear-wheel drive cars back then, there was a big hump on the floor between the floorboards of the two front seats. This is where I told God I’d like Him to put my ring. I picked that location for two reasons: first, because it was a very prominent and easy-to-see place, and second, because I knew it was impossible that I could have overlooked the ring if it had been there before, and that if I found the ring there, no one and nothing would ever talk me out of knowing that God had answered my prayer and that a miracle had occurred.

After praying, I went out to my car again—the car I’d searched with a fine-tooth comb just a few minutes before. When I opened the door, my eyes went right to the hump near the front seats, and there was my gold and sapphire class ring, just sitting there on the carpet! I was electrified!

I often think about Romans 12:2: “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” That day I had proved to myself what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God, and nothing could ever talk me out of what happened that day. I was not only convinced that God knows where every single thing in the world is, but I was also fully persuaded that if one of those things was important to me and I lost it, God would make sure I got it back. This experience set a theme that repeated many times in my life.

A number of years later, my wife and I were expecting our fourth daughter. While my wife was on an errand, I started to put the crib together. My helper was our youngest daughter, who was five at the time, though today she is an Advanced Class graduate. The crib had two steel rods that ran up and down, holding the side on. Without these two rods, it was impossible to put the crib together at all. As I worked, I realized I couldn’t find either of those rods. I called my wife and asked if she knew where they were. She did not.

So, I was praying and searching, with my five-year-old following me as I did. At one point she said, “Think about where you saw it last.” I chuckled to myself at that. It’s what I taught her, what I said to her any time she lost something. It was the first thing I always did when searching for something. I’d actually already done that but had discounted it because it provided no help. So I continued to search, circling back to places I’d already looked at least once before. Now my daughter said, “If you believe, you will find it. If you don’t, you won’t.”

That made me stop. She was exactly right. Believing is action. What action could I take that I’d not already done? I thought of her first admonition. I could clearly picture where these rods were the last time I remembered seeing them. But the reason I’d discounted this information originally is that we’d moved about a year earlier, and the place I could picture them was in the basement of our old house, just through the door to the unfinished portion of the basement, sitting on a two-by-four that formed part of the wall, and leaning against a wall stud.

But this was the last place I remembered seeing it. Some might have thought it far-fetched, but I took my daughter and buckled her in her car seat, and we went for a drive over to our old house. I knocked on the door and proceeded to explain the strange reason for us being there and asked the young man if he minded if I checked the basement for the lost item. He invited us in. We went down the stairs, and as he was searching in the dark for the light switch, I could see the door to the unfinished portion of the basement. I just opened the door and reached into the dark beyond and wrapped my fingers around those two metal rods sitting exactly where I remembered them sitting. My daughter and I drove home talking about how great God was!

God physically moved something lost and gave it back to me. God also worked in the household, even in a small child, to bring me to lost things. And this last example is when God communicated by revelation to show me where a lost thing was.

A friend had been visiting, and he told me he’d lost his keys. He thought they were in our family room. I went and searched quickly but didn’t see them in any obvious place. Then I prayed. Before I even finished my prayer, I heard a faint electronic beep. I opened my eyes and turned in the direction of the sound. I heard it again. My eyes went to a pair of boots. I walked over to the boots and stuck my hand down into one of them and grabbed the keys. I pulled them out and immediately noticed that there was nothing on that key ring that was electronic, nothing capable of making any kind of sound.

I just smiled to myself, realizing that God had produced a sound for me that I associated with a car to show me where the keys were. How amazing is our God? God’s faithfulness to me over the years in this small category has greatly built my believing in all sorts of other areas. If God is willing to care for me in such a simple area, what else would He do for me? This is a question I’ve often asked myself over the years. Seeing that question answered over and over again has been a great personal joy and a big part of my growing personal relationship with my loving heavenly Father.

Trusting in God for Deliverance

God’s Power Prevails over a Hailstorm

Springtime in my city brings all forms of precipitation. One spring day, a hailstorm was in the forecast. My husband and I lived in a house without a garage. We usually parked our car in front of the house. This day was no exception.

As the storm approached there was nothing we could do but trust God to protect our car from hail damage. We prayed and thanked God to protect our vehicle. Shortly thereafter, the storm arrived. As we watched the hailstones rain down on our car, we continued to speak in tongues and believe that our car would not be scratched, dented, or broken in any way. Finally the storm stopped. We went outside, expecting the best outcome. Our car was in the same condition it was in before the hailstorm: there was no damage to it whatsoever.

That evening on the news, reporters were showing extensive car damage at local car dealerships, damage which was being called “an act of God.” One of our neighbors had just bought a new car, which was also severely damaged in the storm. However, our Almighty God, the one true God, protected our car from this hailstorm. Matthew 18:19 was realized in our lives that day. We were able to take God at His Word, believe, and see this miracle take place before our very eyes.

Thankful for God’s Protection

Early one Sunday morning, I was taking a walk in a local park in my area before fellowship. I was enjoying some nice quiet time with the Father, speaking in tongues as I walked along enjoying the scenery. When it was getting time for me to leave, I started heading back to where I was parked and noticed a woman who was walking towards me on the trail. All of a sudden, she made a quick 180-degree turn. I thought that was rather odd. She then turned around and looked right at me with wide eyes. I stopped to ask her what was wrong, and she pointed at me and just said, “SNAKE!” I started scanning the ground in front of me thinking, “I don’t see anything,” until I finally looked straight down to discover there was a rather large snake right at my feet. If I had taken one more step, I would have stepped right on it! I carefully maneuvered away from the snake, took a picture as evidence, thanked the woman, and quickly headed to my fellowship coordinator’s house, excited to share my story. I was excited because I knew my fellowship coordinator had some expertise in identifying things in nature, and I had just finished reading chapter 5 of Joy and Peace in Believing, entitled “Claiming God’s Protection: Trusting in the Lord,” which I had been preparing to teach on in an upcoming fellowship. Now I had a great incident for my teaching!

I got to fellowship and showed the picture to my fellowship coordinator. He informed me that it was a copperhead that I had almost stepped on—a very poisonous and sometimes deadly snake. Needless to say, I was very thankful it didn’t bite me, but I was even more thankful for the Word I had just recently learned about God’s protection. I was thrilled to see that as I believed and applied the Word I had been taught, the results were clear.  Because of that, I could give God the glory and share my story of deliverance with others.

Letting the Peace of God Rule in My Decisions

I was a young married man getting ready to end my service in the United States Marine Corps, and I had many possibilities ahead of me. I was looking to make big decisions in my life such as where to move, where to go to college, what to go to college for, where to work, and how to continue coordinating a household fellowship. These were some of the decisions that I was facing. I wanted to keep God first and make the best decisions for myself and my family. But I did not have one clear, logical choice to choose. Many of the choices were good or great; however, I wanted the best. I knew that God knew which one was the best. I needed to go to the Word and give time for prayer.

The Way Ministry has taught me the Word and the godly principles that I needed to be successful in this situation. I was taught in this ministry that we do not want to make a decision based solely on money or fear. These are not aspects of a situation that should be the focus when making godly decisions. During this time, I was offered a substantial signing bonus with the military to stay in for four more years, the housing market had just crashed that year in the United States, and there was a high unemployment rate across the country. I had concerns about money and fear nudging me. The scripture that I held on to while making this decision was taught to me at a Way Ministry fellowship.

Colossians 3:15:
And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.

The peace of God is what is to rule, judge or umpire, decisions that I make in my heart. I did not know the future, but I knew God did, and I needed to let the peace of God in me rule in this decision. I prayed and took believing action by researching my top options for many days regarding this decision. I set a date for when I needed to know what my decision would be. A few days before my “need to know” date, my wife and I went for a run to the top of a prominent hill in the city that we lived in. As we stood on the hill and looked out, I knew by the peace that I had in my heart that what was spiritually best for my life and my family’s future was to stay there.

By applying the Word that I learned in The Way Ministry regarding decision making, I reaped God’s abundance. We loved it there. We both received a great education, had jobs that we enjoyed, continued to coordinate a household fellowship, and we grew and matured in the Word a lot.

Five years later, my wife and I had another big decision to make: when to go into The Way Corps training. We applied Colossians 3:15 again, prayed, and took believing action. I set a time for me to make this decision by about what year we would enter the training, and by my “need to know” date, I knew. The very next year, we were going to be leaving the place that we loved to go into The Way Corps training to fulfill the calling that God had put on our hearts. The peace of God ruled, and we knew we were supposed to go. I have no regrets regarding this decision, for my life has only abounded in spiritual, physical, and mental blessings since making that decision.

Because of the Word and godly principles that have been taught to me in this ministry, my family and I are living our best lives today, and our future is as bright as the promises of God.

A Worthwhile Life!

It all began for me in a house full of strangers and a house full of love.

I remember (like it was yesterday) the night I cried out to God, asking Him to show me that life was worth living. I was beginning to think, What is the point of living? I wasn’t quite sure I was even praying correctly, but I must’ve believed, because God answered my prayer.

I never would have guessed how much my heart would find comfort in a house full of strangers and in a house full of love. It was in a home fellowship that I experienced for the first time the power of the spoken Word and the love of God in manifestation. In that home fellowship, I heard a scripture that my heart found so easy to believe and that made my life worthwhile!

II Timothy 1:7:
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

This verse changed my life! Power, love, and a sound mind—these three great realities combat life’s one crippling negative—fear. It’s no wonder the foundational class, called Power for Abundant Living, had my attention instantly. It was becoming obvious to me that God was answering my prayer to live a life that is worthwhile! I signed up for the class and began the journey of how to have power for abundant living.

What has God’s Word done for me? It gave me my life’s dream—to live a worthwhile life! I found it in serving God and His people and in moving His Word. I cannot imagine my life without God. His Word is my touchstone for truth—it melts all my fears away. It’s the basis of my believing and action, and its solidity gives me stability in life. I simply know no other way to live.

It goes to show just how important those invitations to our home fellowships are. Those fellowships, where God’s Word and God’s love live, can change lives! I’m thankful every day for the life-changing invitation I received to a house where God’s Word and God’s love lived. It led me to our Biblical research, teaching, and fellowship ministry where I have learned the keys to understanding God’s Word and heart for my life.

God is what I waited my whole life for, yet from before the foundation of the world, God waited for me to be a part of His family. When I sit down and take it all in, it’s the most humbling reality of my life—I was called of God, and it was always His plan to have me be His child, living a life that’s worthwhile by living His Word.

Now I Understand and View Life through God’s Word

Simply put, I have come to truly understand that I, personally, am nothing without the Word of God in my life. I have come from a very frustrated and angry place with God. I have questioned many ministries, church groups, and church leaders, and most ended up giving me only their opinion.

Then one day I was blessed to meet members of The Way. I asked many questions, and they were all answered with scriptures. They were answered with what God says, not opinion or what they thought God says. I became “obsessed” with finding more answers and understanding God’s Word.

Now I understand and view life through God’s Word, and I am experiencing His power for myself and helping others to live an abundant life.

God Has Done Great Things in My Life

I would like to share my testimony and experience on how God has called me and how He is with me and protects me every day.

I was raised in a Roman Catholic family, and I always attended the Catholic Church up until certain events happened in my life. After the separation from my husband, condemnation began setting in, and because of wrong teaching I began feeling that I was not “good enough” and neither just nor acceptable before God.

I had the wonderful opportunity to know about The Way Ministry through a friend at work who at times I confided in and opened my heart to. While we were speaking about a friend of mine with a health issue, the believer invited me to a home fellowship. This was not the first time that this person invited me, but I always made up excuses, saying, “I already go to a church.” This time I accepted. I needed to help myself and my friend, and I knew that I didn’t have the answers or the knowledge I needed to win in this competition.

At the fellowship I met the Branch and household fellowship coordinator; I remember this first fellowship with great emotion. It was an unforgettable experience. The believers greeted me with a simple “God bless you,” through which I had the feeling that God was speaking directly to me and greeting me into His family. Tears of joy flowed. With their greetings and warm embraces, I felt the love of God towards me, as if He were saying, “It has been awhile. I have been waiting for you.”

From that Sunday on, I haven’t missed a fellowship or the special events throughout the year that are organized in my country. Today I also coordinate a fellowship in my home.

Yes, God has done great things in my life. And regardless of my separation from my husband and some financial difficulties, I have been able to put my two daughters through college. One daughter already has her degree and has recently married. My other daughter is still studying. I thank God for His help and assistance in these important matters.

The friend who had a “health issue,” due also to her enslavement to alcohol, is being cared for by our believing with her and by her response to come with her husband to our fellowships, thereby gaining an accurate knowledge of God’s liberating Word. My sister, with whom in the past my relationship was “weakened,” has now been reinforced by my stand and by her willingness to also come to fellowship. By the way, today she is also my assistant fellowship coordinator. My mom, who is eighty-four years of age, has brilliantly overcome a health issue and actively participates in our home fellowships as we strengthen ourselves in God’s Word, praying with believing.

In being thankful for God’s immense love, I have been able to abolish in my mind any sense of inferiority, fear, or insecurity which has in the past obstructed me from receiving the many blessings that God had in store for me. God doesn’t want us to accept any less than what He has promised to give us. Today I am righteous before Him, ready to claim His promises and the liberation available from whatever mental, physical, or spiritual bondage I may face.

God’s Gift to Me

The thing that I am most thankful for in my life is my gift of holy spirit from Father. I know it is there every time I speak in tongues. I have a personal connection to the Father Who is always willing and able to communicate with me when needed because He created my gift especially for me. God in Christ in me is incorruptible seed and can’t be taken or given away, and that makes me God’s son. I am thankful to have such a loving Father and to be a part of His family. I am thankful for the life of Dr. Victor Paul Wierwille and for the ministry he started and for how those who followed have continued to build on the foundation he started. My life would be worthless to me without God’s gift to me and the ministry that taught me what it means to have that gift.

Free from the Prison of Religious Bondage

One evening I was standing in my college dorm room, having made the decision not to attend the church service of the denomination I’d been raised in; yet, I was still nervous and afraid. I’d been taught for many years that not going to church was a sin and that should I die before confessing my sin, I could end up spending eternity in a place I had no desire to be. I was taking a huge risk, but I had begun attending a fellowship where I was learning about the Bible and that the Word of God is the will of God. This was the truth I’d been longing to know.

I was the kid in religion class who always raised my hand to ask questions about God and about life. The answer I heard most often was, “You’ll just have to take it on faith.” When I left home, I was faithful to attend church—not because I found answers there, but because I feared what would happen if I didn’t. That evening in that room, I was not sure what would happen to me. Perhaps I would be struck by lightning or end up with some malady as a result of not attending church. Talk about religious bondage! I was in it—deep. But the time came when I should have been in church, and I was OK. I did not die or become ill. In fact, I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my life.

Since that night that took place several decades ago, I have never stopped fellowshipping with The Way Ministry because it teaches truth. Because of the Word of God I have learned in The Way Ministry, I am free from the prison of religious bondage, I am free to live with joy and peace, I am free to claim the promises of God, and I am free to walk in the accomplishments of my lord and savior, Jesus Christ.