My Credentials

This is Riga, the beautiful capital of Latvia. More pix and expressions to come. . .

I am here to serve God, the great I AM. So I do not want to focus on me other than as a vessel, a carrier of God’s Word.
I am the clay; He is the potter. I am yielding, being molded into whatever shape God has in mind.
I’ve twisted away, to be sure. But always return to be centered. My spirit knows what makes my world go ‘round. For He is the Creator, I the clay…

I have many notebooks, pads, and pieces of paper full of notes written at church and from my own meditations over the past thirty some years. There are possibly hundreds of cassette tapes in various cubby holes in my house and car - recordings of the teachings of the services I missed, or wanted to listen to again, or wanted someone else to hear. That’s after taking many tapes back to church to be recycled. I’ve been taught by men and women of God for more than thirty years - but not as I have been taught in the past three years.

The man who heads up our church has brought men and women from around the world to our little town in West Virginia. He has been around the world himself, and God has plans for him to teach in 50 more countries.

He is a scholar who is always telling us to read and study the Bible for ourselves. He has many Bibles of various sizes and colors, of different translations. And he reads them; studies them. He reads books of other great men of God - St. Augustine, Lester Summerall, Smith Wigglesworth, John Lake, and many others. His pasttime is reading & studying. His vocation commands him to read and study - and listen.

He didn’t choose his vocation - he was chosen. He hungers and thirsts for God’s word; then he shares it with us, and I’d like to share it with you.

Until next time, when I'll share a powerful message from one of my pastor's recordings. . .
Elizabeth