Psalm 118:15-17: Shouts of joy and victory resound in the tents of the righteous; YHVH's right hand has done mighty things! YHVH's right hand is lifted high; YHVH's right hand has done mighty things! I will not die, but live, and will proclaim what YHVH has done!"
In our Yom Kippur service John felt led to read Psalm 118 to the people, and he read it with such vigor and joy! He proclaimed the victory that Yehovah's right hand has given us. In Hebraic understanding, the "right hand of YHVH" is Yeshua (Jesus). He saves, delivers and heals. Little did we know He would be doing this literally and miraculously in the tents of the righteous as we gathered for the Feast of Tabernacles in the Nevada desert wilderness.
We drove 1000 miles to get to the camp at Rye Patch Reservoir. It was a secluded place nestled among the trees along the Humboldt River, surrounded on all sides by miles and miles of desert sand and sagebrush. Beyond the river was a mountain, and it looked to all of us like Israel. We had no water or electrical hookups for our tents and the temperature got very cold at night, but we never wavered in our worship through even the darkest hours of the evening.
A replica of the wilderness tabernacle had been erected for us in this place. Dazzingly beautiful in its colors, and holy in its furnishings (complete with brazen altar, incense altar, laver, beautiful golden 7-light menorah, and holy of holies behind the curtain) we entered it as led by the Spirit during this week in the desert, and Yehovah met with us there. On Wednesday night after the corporate worship had ended, John and I entered the holy of holies together and waited upon the LORD. After about 30 minutes I heard His still, small voice say to me, "Serve your husband and take good care of him." I was surprised. "I do take care of him, Lord," I answered. He repeated, "Serve your husband and take good care of him." The next morning we gathered back at the tabernacle to begin singing and worshiping the Lord, but John did not come down. I wondered what had happened to him, but decided he may have taken a walk along the river to hear the Lord. Instead, unbeknownst to any of us, he was sitting at the picnic table next to our tent having a heart attack!
He managed to summon someone in the campground walking by, and the next thing I knew, I was beside him as two brothers from our group drove us to the nearest rural hospital, about 22 miles away. He was in intense pain in his chest and arms, barely able to walk or speak. We got there in time for them to give him something to alleviate the pain and break apart the clot forming in an artery of the heart, and then they put him in a flight-for-life helicopter, and my beloved was whisked off to St. Mary's Hospital in Reno to the trauma unit.
The two brothers who had driven us put me back in the car and drove me to Reno. We still do not know how it could possibly have happened that our two hour drive in the car turned out to get us there just at the moment that the 30-minute helicopter flight came in! We pulled into the parking lot just as the helicopter landed on the hospital roof, and we realized that we had received some kind of supernatural transport over the highway!
The cardiologist took all the necessary EKGs and tests and told John they would prep him immediately for an angiogram and surgical placement of a stent. She said they were readying a room for him since he'd be staying in the hospital several days. With nurses and attendants bustling all around us like a swarm of bees, I came near my beloved husband and quietly said, "Do you want to do this?" He said, "No, I don't need it. I trust my God to heal me." The cardiologist heard him and then began her routine speech about how John would be dead in two days without this stent and what a terrible, unwise decision he was making. John looked her in the eye and repeated, "I TRUST MY GOD TO HEAL ME." It was in that moment that I knew the miracle had taken place. Color returned to his face and body, and a great vigor seemed to rise up in him. "Sir," the doctor chastised him, "I am telling you that if you walk out of here, you have a high chance of dying in the next forty-eight hours!" I will not die, but live, and proclaim the mighty things that Yehovah has done! Bring me my pants and boots!
I brought John his clothes and we walked out of the hospital! He returned to the camp for a good night's sleep and the next morning he was dancing in the worship! He is filled with energy and we are keenly aware that our God has indeed given him a miraculous healing. I fell in love with John because of his huge faith; but it is God's faithfulness that has me rejoicing, dancing, and proclaiming, "You are my God and I will give You thanks; you are my God and I will exalt you. Give thanks to YHVH for He is good; His love endures forever!" (Psalm 118:28-29)
John drove us home from Nevada and we are safely tucked back into our Colorado house. We plan to spend tomorrow in a day of quiet worship and prayer, listening for the Voice that will direct us to the next place of ministry. Together with six other faithful ministers of the Gospel and the Torah, we seem to have formed a team that feels called to continue working together to travel across the country and teach congregations and communities how to function in unity as the Body of Messiah. We want to help prepare the Bride to be ready for the coming of her Bridegroom - and we want to seek and find the "lost sheep of Israel," who do not know their inheritance in the Covenant. If you are interested in having this wonderful team come to offer a week(or a weekend) of anointed worship and life-changing teaching, please contact us. We want to go wherever the wind of the Holy Spirit blows us.
Also, if you have been blessed by this ministry over the past years - whether through my music or teaching or these little blogs, would you consider at this time helping us to afford to stay on the road and continue bringing others to the Truth? I am excited to say that we are finally approved as a 501C3 ministry, and your donations will be tax-deductible. The medical costs we just incurred will probably be huge; but we know our God is much bigger, and we know HE has plans to keep us alive and proclaiming His glory, as His Kingdom is at hand! If you are led to help, you can go to www.doorkeeperministries.com and donate on the website. Or you can send a check to DoorKeeper Ministries and mail to P.O. Box 233, Eaton, CO 80615.
He is good, my friends, and His mercy endures forever!
Shouts of joy and victory resound in the tents of the righteous; YHVH's right hand has done mighty things! YHVH's right hand is lifted high; YHVH's right hand has done mighty things! I will not die, but live, and will proclaim what YHVH has done!"
