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029 March 1999

Cover design: Bethy

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Zine peoplecome and Zinepeople go, butwe�ve neverhad one quitelike Spiro � Oh!But I�m gettingahead ofmyself. To mehas beenattributed theless-than-sparkly task oftelling you, ournoble readers,that the very

same Spiro who has labored long and hard to-gether with us for the last two years has recentlypassed through the looking glass into that lifebeyond the Zine (with the greater Family on the

field).Yeah, so that

pretty much leavesus with tears in oureyes and frowns onour faces. Actually

Featuring: All in a Month�s Travel�The DCBand Rocks on South

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The Orb of the Prophets

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Umm, girls, I need a little help. Couldyou please find me the photo file X@#

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Back row: Vas, Mike, Justin.Middle row: Joni, Feli, Godfrey, Spring.

Bottom row: Meeky.DC BAND

� that was last week. This week we�re much too busytrying to get the next Zine out to you! Though it isjust us three chick(en)s at the helm for the present,we are certain that the Lord will lay the burden onsomeone�s heart to come and help us with layout!Could it be you? If so, don�t delay! Reply today to thatad in the Grapevine. If it�s not you, you can still help bypraying with us that the Lord will nudge the rightperson in our direction! Meanwhile, we�ll be crankingout the Zines to the best of our ability! And whoknows � maybe Spiro himself will even be backsomeday! (We�ll keep you all posted �)

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FROM THE EUROPEAN

AUDIO STUDIO TEAMGreetings

from the EAST!We�d like to sharewith you the storyof a real soulwinning explosionof God�s spirit thattook place thissummer inBudapest, on thePepsi-island (aweek-long rockfestival), where260,000 youngpeople gatheredtogether from allover Europe.

The Lord tookcare of everything,down to the small-est detail. Among alot of other thingsHe supplied 232daily tickets (an equivalent of

$2,000), whichmeant thatevery singleday of theweek we couldhave 30people outwitnessing allday. TYL!

The orga-nizers let ususe an areaon the busiestpart of theisland, wherewe could havenon-stopprogramsgoing on.Every dayhundreds ofyoung peoplesat aroundour stage,listening tothe live musicand inspira-tion andreading our

literature.The Lord

had told us: �Iwill make you asa city set on ahill, which can-not be hid, butcan be seenfrom afar off.You are My lightand people willcome to see Meand to see Mylight.� The tech-nical organizerof the festivaltold us at theend: �When Iwanted to hearreal music, Iknew where togo .... Everynight, whenever Ican, I spend afew minutes atyour place.�Somebody elsefound us on theInternet andcame to theIsland just tomeet us. Hebought a Hun-garian Trea-sures book andstarted intentlyreading it on thespot. Anotherperson who hadmet us last yearsaid: �To comehere and meetyou is whatgives me thestrength for

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the rest of the year.Next year I will comeagain just to meetwith you, becausebeing with you helpsme to put things inthe right perspectiveand I become morekind and loving withothers.�

This Festival wasan excellent oppor-tunity for the CM andFM Family to worktogether. ElevenHomes participated,which resulted in1,550 souls won,30,000 pieces of litdistributed, and thou-sands of people whosaw us, heard ourmusic and talked withus.

We would like tothank all those whostayed by the stuffand made it possiblefor us to participatein this great event.Thank you for yourprayers!

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A magicalprayerFROM SARA (13), NEPAL

I have afriend (not in theFamily) that writesme a lot. In re-cent lettersshe�s soundedpretty depressed,so I decided towrite and tellher about Jesus.When I prayedabout it, the Lordsaid He was happythat I could

witness to herand that Hewould give methe words tosay. (I was superglad about the�give me thewords to say�part, since I�mreally not thebest at writing!)

Well, every-thing was fineuntil I came tothe salvationprayer, and mymind just wentblank! I prayed,

but stillcouldn�t think ofanything to say. Irealized that thiswas the mostimportant part ofthe whole letter,and it must bethe Devil tryingto stop me fromgetting hersaved.

So then Iprayed again andgot the idea tolook at �ThePrince and theMagical Power�tract. The wordsin there were

perfect. When theletter was fin-ished and Ithought of howI�d have beenresponsible as towhether that girlwould orwouldn�t have hada chance in thislife to receiveJesus, I was sothankful I hadmade the rightchoice and of-fered her achance to getsaved!

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From Sharon andEva, USA

We�ve beenhaving monthlyfellowships in ourarea.�The Lord toldus to start thesemeetings for ouryoung, energized,rechargeable juniorteens and JETTs!The SGAs, YAs andteens at Art andBecky�s Home aswell as our DJ,Chris White fromthe Lamb Home, tookup the challengeand devoted theirfree time and energyto plan thesemonthly meetings orexcursions together.

Since thenwe�ve had skits oncurrent topics fromthe New Wine, sunsign birthday par-ties, trips to thebeach, dance nights,Endtime classes,etc. The Lord hasbeen faithful tosupply hotel confer-ence rooms, memoryprizes, food, and allthe materials we�ve

needed for this. TYJ! These timestogether are a whole lot of fun. Weare here for the Lord and the Family,and we want our younger brothersand sisters to have the same fun andfellowship and dedication that makesliving for the Lord so exciting!

Here are some photos of artworkfor Endtime classes, birthday partystreamers, games, dances, skits andall the rest.

Our key quote from our firstmemory project was: �Your skill inthe Spirit, your knowledge of prayer,your understanding of the Heavenlyrealm, and your yieldedness to Mywhispers will qualify you to BEENTRUSTED with the powerful giftsof My spirit. You are a highlytrained unit and capable of operat-ing My HIGH TECH WEAPONS,WHICH SHALL BE PLACED IN YOURHANDS AT THE TIME APPOINTED.�

Come on, guys! Let�s hurry upand use these gifts; I want thebigger ones too, don�t you? Whenyou�re young you feel like it takesso long for us as the Family to getanywhere, and it is true the Lordhad to give us a time of peace topractice the weapons. But we aregoing somewhere! Let�s move evenfaster; if we can help each othermove a little faster in His direc-tion He can move faster into theexciting times!

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Left to Right: Esther (Mexican, Dancer), Reuben (USA,Dancer), Gabe (Costa Rican, Dancer), Mike (USA/German,

Drummer), Vas (USA, Lead Guitar/Vocals), Claire (Japanese,Dancer), Spring (USA/Spanish, Backup Vocals/Dancer), Paula

(USA, Dancer), Justin (USA, Rhythm Guitar), Joni (USA, Vocals/Dancer), Feli (USA, Backup Vocals/Dancer), Godfrey (USA, Bass/Vo-

cals), Jason CRO (USA, Singer/MC), Meeky VS (USA, Singer/Dancer),Georgia (USA, Dancer) and Miguel (Mexican, Dancer).

(Ahlai:) Well, we are inMehico (as they pronounceit!) and it is such a THRILL tobe here! Time and spacewould fail us to tell of all theincredible things the Lordhas done. We knew wewould fall in love with thisplace all over again, and in-deed every day it�s more andmore so. There is no com-parison to the vacuum, theneed and the thrill of mis-sionary life here! Every wordin �Mexico: A Needy MissionField!� is so true!

We are winning soulsleft and right. Even those ofus who don�t speak muchSpanish memorized the sal-vation prayer and a few linesto get out tapes, and every-one is thrilled at people�s re-ceptivity. These sweet,humble, wonderful peopleare flipping out over the DCBanda who have gone a laMexicano!

The Lord had the previ-

sion, the provision and definitely the program! Way back in August, while in a teamwork prayer meetingin DC, praying about several completely different subjects, the Lord gave a very unusual and unrelatedprophecy. He said that we were about to stumble upon a ministry that was going to far surpass anythingwe had ever done thus far in Washington! Wow, stumble upon � to us that meant utterly and com-pletely done by the Lord, so we started getting excited, wondering and looking in every direction to seewhere the Lord was going to come from next!

Then in September the monthly Prayer Day theme was to get ahold of the Lord as a Home and askHim what He wanted us to do to be the most effective this Christmas. Again, the Lord indicated that Hehad big plans for us. So a few weeks later, when Dust passed on the invitation from Jason and Cedar, tobring the entire band and show (almost the entire Home, ha!) down to Mexico�the Lord confirmed inthe mouth of many witnesses both on their end and ours.�And we have been hardly able to think ofanything else since!

Messages began flying daily between us and Jason and Cedar, Ben and Maria, Mexico�s Media Team,and Seek, Servant and their team, which included eight terrific dancers from all corners of the world!They are amazing, including Mexican Miguel (Miggy) who defies dance history in choreography, our owndear Reuben (formerly from DC), Big Gabe from Costa Rica, and Mexican little Sammy (now 16). And thegorgeous and lovely four girls: the very contemporary Japanese Claire (who they say didn�t know shecould dance, she was just �having get-out� in her room every day when someone said, �Hey girl, youshould dance!�); beautiful and humble blonde Georgia; lovely and energetic tall Paula from Nepal (ofJosiah and Jewel); and definitely the salsa of the group, Mexican Esther (Miggy�s sister�their wholefamily dances!). And one very special addition on percussion is Stevie�who looks like Stevie Wonderhimself�now 16, tall and handsome in his dark glasses, and of course bilingual Jason emcees in a tux.Wow, what a group!

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The Lord put us to-gether from afar, and thatwas how we practiced,too�uniting from afar!We sent tapes of some ofthe latest DC Band songsfrom their new album�Eagle Bleeds,� and theywere a big hit with the Fam-ily there, along with ourrock versions of traditionalSpanish Christmas songs.Vas also sings �DrummerBoy� in Spanish! We do lotsof Spanish songs, Christ-mas songs and a variety ofother Family and typicalMexican music. Our guys�Vas, Godfrey, Mike and Jus-tin�were practicing daily(in and around tons of stu-dio work and everythingelse). Their backup singers/dancers (and wives!) Joni,Meeky, Spring and Feli alsoworked daily on some ter-rific backup moves,grooves and harmonies.We have never seen a bandcome together for publicperformance so tight sofast! We knew the Lord was

in it and had somethingvery special ahead! And theMorelia dancers amaz-ingly�on very short notice,working long hours everyday�put these incredibledances together in acouple of weeks. All outfitson both ends were provi-sioned too, so we didn�tspend a peso or a dime onthat, as we didn�t have it,ha!

God bless our skeletoncrews in the two DCHomes, holding the fort,covering all our duties inabout eight different min-istries; even though theyget the same reward, wesure wish we could havebrought them all! And alsoto all the US Homes whohelped us along the way�Simon and the AtlantaHome, Paul and Ruth inNew Orleans and Richardand Julia, Nathan and fam-ily in Corpus Christi whoaccommodated all 23 ofus en route to Mexico! Andloving thanks also to Amor

and Cancion, who housed our teams on theway back home from Mexico.

The teams in Mexico City and Moreliahandled not only the bookings and prepa-rations for the principal projects of theChristmas dinners for thousands, but themultitudinous details of fliers and posters,banners, advertising, radio spots, etc., etc.,etc. Also getting ready to receive us and putup 23 people for over a month! When wegot to Morelia, the city was plastered withcolor posters, all provisioned, banners acrossthe main streets and the DC Band regularlybeing announced on radio. We could nevershow enough appreciation for all the blood,sweat and tears that all the PROVISIONERS,PR folks, and everyone from CROs to CChelpers have done to make this happen.

I almost forgot to tell you about our visitto find Selena�s family in Corpus Cristi, Texas!Many times the Lord had laid it on our heartsthat if we ever made it to Texas we must goand see Selena�s family and encourage themin the Lord. So we prayed for some extratime in Corpus Christi to do this, and ourmessage to Selena�s dad was going to be tocome and help Mexico with us! Here�s aprophecy received by Holly, 11:

(Selena speaking:) Please help him! Youare the only ones who have had the faith toreach him. He has been grieving my going

for so long. Please! I love my family, butreach my father and he will reach others.He is a hard man, so approach gently.Please, I beg you, do not look on the out-side, look on the inside. He needs to knowthat I see him and that I know his pain, butit�s not that I am far. I have been trying toreach through to him, but he cannot hearme and so you must be my spokesperson,my translator. Let him know I love him.Please! (End of message.)

Moved by these pleas and concern forher family, Josh and I took a team of tenpeople (ages JETT to three!) for an outingto track down Mr. and Mrs. Quintanilla! Bymiracles we found not only friends and co-workers but went to Selena�s studio, foundher uncle and other family members, andgot a grand tour of her museum and placeswhere she lived and worked. We were ableto witness to all of them and tell them ofthe adventure upon which we were em-barking, showing them the photo album ofour work in Mexico, in DC and worldwide.We wrote Selena�s father, Abraham, a let-ter with our prayers and invitation to worktogether with us, and they said for sure theywould get it to him! On the way back to DCwe want to go through there again and fol-low up on this important mission fromSelena herself. Who knows what the Lordhas up His sleeve!

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enough to handle ourweren�t strong PA system, so a half-hour with amps half-working,we prayedbefore the show,

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The trip was going very well, but we knew tobe prepared for a battle crossing the border. Wemoved towards Brownsville, and the Enemy reallyfought, starting the first day at the border cross-ing. SO MUCH EQUIPMENT�people thought wewere nuts to try to get across with all that bandand show equipment; not to mention ALL THOSEPEOPLE! Of course, we were hoping they wouldjust wave us across (ha, right) so when the guardsat customs said get out of the vehicles (Little Joshdriving us in his RV, and Dust driving our van andtrailer), our guys started disembarking and oh my,the people just kept on coming and coming! (Anddear Miguel filming everything that moved!) Whata scene and what an attraction! I wondered if weshould just set up and start playing then andthere�we�ve done it on many an occasion,haven�t we? But the Lord had told us He was go-ing to do it!

It took two hot and sweaty days and lots ofprayer and prophecy provisioning every meal andplaces to stay and hanging around the bordertowns trying to get across�but we made it! Aftergoing here and there and getting this paper andthat fax, this stamp, that insurance, this letter andthat photo we got across, and totally for free, hal-lelujah! It was then that we really appreciated thefight we had had some time earlier to get an audi-ence with and a recommendation letter from theMexican Ambassador to the US back in Washing-ton. It took a miracle but after meeting him hehad presented us with a letter commending us forour work in DC that was honored by Congress, and

the marvelous work year after year being done bythe brethren in Mexico, about which he was veryimpressed. Meeky and I got a picture with him, too,and we didn�t realize what a blessing it would be,but pulling out that letter really saved the day sev-eral times, whew!

Well, once across the border we were off andrunning! Speaking Spanish again (or trying to, ha!)provisioning, witnessing, soul winning, avoiding thepotholes in the road and generally having a totalblast! The kids were so good on the trip and they

didn�t want to go home!It looked impossible, but as

the Lord said when we wereback in DC: �I will open a doorthat no man can close, andgreat will be the company ofthose that publish the glad tid-ings. I will raise up those that Ihave set in place for such a timeas this�they are even nowwaiting for you to call uponthem, and they are set in placefor such a time as this. This willbe the Christmas they have al-ways dreamed of, a Christmaswith Me and with meaning.They will help magnify MyWords and multiply your ef-forts, as you guide them andmake them a part. Open wideyour hearts and they will opentheirs, for I long to bless themthat bless you and use themthat long to be used for Myglory.�

And now fromMeeky (SGA)

It took six long days oftravel from Washington, DC toMorelia, Mexico�but we madeit! As the Lord had said in proph-

ecy, there were indeed manymiracles on the way, and as theold saying goes, �It takes animpossible situation for God todo a miracle.� Miracle NumberOne: We still love each other (infact, more than before!) afterspending six days in extremelyclose quarters. Miracle NumberTwo: No breakdowns (we�re re-ferring to vehicles here). And

We didn�t intend it in a mean way, it would actually have been a favor.

We didn�t intend it in a mean way. �It would actually

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last, but certainly not least, is MiracleNumber Three: Making it over theborder with 23 people and a trailerfull of sound equipment. Time andspace would fail to tell of the amaz-ing ways the Lord worked to get usover the Mexican border. Not only didHe get us and all of our equipmentacross, but we didn�t even have topay the normally very large fee forbringing so much musical soundequipment into the country. Fulfilledprophecy once again!

Our whole story seems to havefollowed this sequence of events:Problem, Prophecy, Miracle, FulfilledProphecy! Our first show was inMorelia where we teamed up with theamazing dance crew there. With onlya short amount of time, they man-aged to put together some eye-catching and mind-boggling dancemoves to our not-so-easy-to-dance-to band music. A day before theshow, Vas and I came down with se-vere sore throats and we weren�teven sure if we would be able tosing. The situation got desperatewhen one hour before the show Vascould barely croak out a clause, muchless sing a song. With disconsolatenessin our minds and hearts, we camebefore the Lord and pleaded for a su-pernatural occurrence. He spoke inprophecy saying that He would notfail and that Vas would be given hisvoice to sing for the show. Proceed-

have done as well patiently waitingas our congress friends did. Theywere ecstatic! On a stage so small wecould barely dance, we shared thesongs and watched the crowds cry�encore.� Amazing! We knew it hadto be the Lord.

The power lines weren�t strongenough to handle our PA system, soa half-hour before the show, withamps half-working, we prayed,�Lord, make them all temporarilydeaf!� We didn�t intend it in a meanway.�It would actually have been afavor. Ha! Anyway, the Lord musthave done something, as the stand-ing crowd was still pleading for moreafter an hour-and-a-half show.Much to our surprise, the kind con-gressman who had taken us on thistour to Tlaxcala decorated us withponchos! (The ponchos became ournew costume for �Viva Mexico!�, thenew song which the Lord gave Vasespecially for the Mexico Tour!)

By now our stomachs were a bitupset from all the hot and strangefoods we�d been stuffing in there, allprovided by the congressman whosponsored our tour. But miraculouslynone of us came down with a seriouscase of �Montezuma�s Revenge� (atype of dysentery�a pretty sad sick-ness�that hits many a gringo).

morelia, mexico

ing with faith, Vas hopped on stage and amazingly both he and I wereable to sing!

After Morelia, we were off to Mexico City, the capital of this festivecountry where our first performance was for the Congress. For thoseof you who have not had the opportunity to drive through Mexico Cityduring rush hour (which lasts until 9 PM), just try to imagine what ananthill looks like after it�s been stepped on. Even the driving veterans ofLos Angeles and Washington DC had to give credit to those who bravethe streets of this city daily.

On the day of our show, half of the performers arrived 45 min-utes after the show was scheduled to start, due to the scenario de-scribed above. Tension was high as the crowd gathered and half ofthe performers weren�t even there yet! Well, yes, you�re right. The showmust go on. So the band got up on the stage and did their best to puton a full show for the anxious crowd. Thankfully, halfway through the2nd song, the long-lost team arrived and we continued the show alltogether. After the show we had lots of time to talk with the manycongressmen and women who were there. We were then privilegedto receive a guided tour through congress and see where the big-shots of this country make it happen.

By now you�re probably wondering: �How is that poor �87 MotorHome holding out through all of this trekking through dusty moun-tains and valleys?� Good ol� Betsy, she�s done well, but we�re givingher a break as she lays to rest in the yard (temporarily, though).

But, hey, we didn�t mind so much as the bus provided by ourcongresswoman friend was quite a pleasure. It was a good thing, as�Tlaxcala� (that�s the name of the next town we went to) wouldn�t

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soulsinOur travels brought us to many interesting situations, from sing-

ing for a formal lunch at the Mexico City Rotary Club, to performingon the dirt floor of a little town in the outskirts of the city at 11 PMthe same day. We were rather enthusiastic in our dances that evening,for more reasons than one. In Mexico the sun shines hot, but whenthe sun goes down, so does the temperature. We had to struggleto keep warm in our little outfits. The people were so appreciativeof our show and set off flares in honor of �The DC Band� or�DeeCeeBond,� as we are generally called here. We were showeredwith hugs of thankfulness after the show. Though many of us weretired and cold that evening, the sweet response from the crowdmade us forget ourselves and remember what we had come all thisway for.

While we were jumping around in Mexico City, the Homes inMorelia were busy provisioning and preparing for their annual �Feastof the Poor,� which was to take place on the 21st of December. Wewere invited to perform for some 3,000 of Morelia�s poor who cameto eat a delicious meal, all provided by the Family! For many of us,this was one of the most touching shows we participated in. As theaudience walked out of the auditorium with arms full of food andtoys, many of them couldn�t stop saying, �God bless you! Thank youfor helping us!� It was special for us to have a part in this greatwork. God bless all the Morelia brethren for all the love and hardwork they poured into this beautiful event!

Now it�s Christmas Day and we�re at the heart of MexicoCity, the area known as the �Zocalo.� It�s a huge plaza where at this

very minute 7,000 are being fed a delicious Christmas dinner.Some poor people haven�t eaten a wholesome meal

for days, and are moved to tears to haveso much love shown to them.

Our Family membersfrom the

surrounding cities have come for this project. Some ofthem stayed up all night cooking huge pots of rice,beans, tortillas and other food, and are still smiling asthey serve a generous helping to these poor, brokenpeople. One man who didn�t have hands asked if some-one could feed him. When Robin (SGA VS) was feedinghim spoonfuls of rice and beans, she asked him how hesurvives every day. He begs in the plaza and tries to finda kind soul who will bring the spoon to his mouth sothat he can eat. That little story is only a taste of what isgoing on all around us at this moment. All the top news-paper and TV reporters are here to spread the news ofthis remarkable feast! If you were to look to the rightyou would see a huge crowd with plates in their handsall gathered to watch the �DC Band� perform their finalshow in Mexico.

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So here weare on a sunny,warm ChristmasDay, with a tacoin one hand andtracts in theother, witnessingto thousands ofprecious soulswho have cometo the Zocalo toget their bodiesand souls fed.This trip has beenmore than wedreamed itwould be.


FIVE ANGELS AND A DOME OF WATERfrom miracle and angelina (16), croatia

Croatia Weekly, August 27,1998, reports: �The fires that raged throughout Croatia�s coastal counties from

August 4 to 11 destroyed approximately 2,700 hectares of forest and dense underbrush. About 2,000

firefighters were engaged in putting them out. Firefighting aircraft flew 1,500 missions and dropped

7,500 tons of water. In addition to Croatian pilots, the fires were fought by teams flown in from Austria,

France, Italy and Russia. SFOR contributed special units to these efforts as well.�(Angelina:) Here in Dubrovnik, brush fires are an every-year appearance, and not something most people

freak out over. That�s why we didn�t worry when we saw the orange glow behind some ofthe rolling hills in our area.�This time of year, it always happens. We had provisioned acinema showing of �Man in the Iron Mask,� so five of us (Chesco, Gabe [visitor from Swe-den], Crys, Vix and I) went off in the van to town, 15 km. away. On our way to the main roadwe noticed some men getting fire hoses ready. Crys half-jokingly asked me if I had my fleebagpacked. I had just organized my suitcase that afternoon, so was content.

In the middle of the movie, a guy working in the cinema called oneof us off to the phone. My mom (now at a nearby hotel, having already leftthe house with the two small visiting kids) had been told that the roadswere blocked to anyone except police and firefighters, and that no one was beingallowed through, so she asked me to call my dad on themobile phone (the regular phone lines were

down) to tell him what valuables I wanted saved in case the house would burn! When I called my dad, hetold us to come right home as the vehicle was needed to evacuate. So with our heartspounding we rushed to the van.

Driving slowly was difficult in these drastic circumstances, but thank the Lord we made it safely�at leastas far as the roadblock, where they told us to forget

passing through till the next morning. We could see the fire had now reached the top ofthe hill and was headed for our little residential area. We returned to the van and askedthe Lord what to do. I phoned my parents again, and they said to desperately pray thatthe direction of the wind would change, as it was blowing very, very strongly.We had to find a place to stay for the night, and the Lord reminded us of some friends

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who lived nearby. When they heard what had happened they right away said we could stay the

night, without our even asking. GBT! We phoned my parents once more, and they told us that the

wind had miraculously changed direction and had begun to blow the other way, and that our house

was most likely now out of danger! So with that we went to sleep.To backtrack a bit, right after we had left for the movie, my dad had gone on a

walk with the two younger boys. A few hundred meters up the road the smoke and ashwere blowing so strongly that they had to turn around. They didn�t worry, though, as thelocals didn�t seem to be reacting much and were quite calm. (Note from Andrew: This wasone of my lessons: to pray and hear from the Lord, and not go by appearances!) Arrivingback at the house, they saw our landlord and his father, who live in the upstairs part of thehouse, out with a chainsaw cutting the overhanging tree limbs, so if the fire got as close asthe other side of the driveway, it wouldn�t be able to make the leap across to the house.They were also using the garden hose to wet down all the trees and underbrush. My dadstayed to pitch in with the work.

The sun had set and now itwas dark. Several neighborshad also come to help out.They all had to wear wetcloths over their nose andmouth, as the smoke andblowing ash were too much to breathe.

main road. My mom had also phoned one of the Homes in ourarea to ask them to pray for us.We were all down on our prayer bones, as you can imagine, andthat�s when the wind changed directions.�An absolute miracleand answer to prayer!! Finally at 3:00 AM my parents went to sleepon the porch, in case the wind changed again or the fire that wasstill burning in places flared up. Finally, by 8:00 AM, the fire was to-tally out! Our landlords, along with the 2,000 fire fighters who wereworking all over our area, had stayed up all night. God bless them!After our good night�s sleep, our precious hosts served us break-

fast. The roadblock was gone, so we drove easily home. Several placesalong the road was telltale blackened ground with smoldering bushesand whatnot.One lesson that we learned was that we should have taken the situa-tion more seriously, bringing it to the Lord instead of judging it by howthe locals were reacting. The Lord would have shown us to take action

earlier.

My dad got in prayer that we would see very clearly the next morning thecircle of the Lord�s protection�where the angels had stood�and that�s

exactly how it was! We could see the black line of where the fire stopped. Nohouses in our area were touched, whereas a fire in another area 50 km. awayconsumed 25 houses.(Miracle:) It got serious very suddenly. Just a half an hour after the young people left, the winds weregetting very strong and blowing the fire right to our house. We called the Family to pray for us, as we felt quite helpless, not even havingour vehicle to flee with! We tried to collect some valuables together when our landlord offered to take us (two moms andtwo young children) in his small car to the nearby hotel by the sea (GBH!), but in that situation it�s difficult to even think! Thefire was closing in on the house like a big wave.From the front of the hotel we could see the red, glowing mountains, and the smoke was very strong even there. People

were standing there watching�some refugees, like us, and some hotel guests. We decided to send some strong smokesignals to Heaven to get all our Heavenly spirit helpers to come and help us and

all the poor people who were fighting for their lives and houses. We prayed and read Psalm 91, claiming every single verse for us. We got

that there were five big angels protecting our house and a dome of water covering it. After our prayer we felt a spirit of calm fall on us,

and the Lord said that everything would be all right. From our vantage point, partially blocked by a hill, we could not see our house or

what was happening, so it truly was a time of needing great faith in the power of prayer.�And it was at that moment that the wind

changed direction and our small village was saved! It surely manifested the importance of being constantly in prayer.�Pray before

going to movies, before doing anything! It really drew us also close to the Lord and helped the children to see the power of God!

The wind was blowing the firestraight towards our house aftercoming down the mountain and crossing the

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CREEDPaul (16, of Simon and Naarah) met the band Creed.

The guys were real nice and gave their autograph. Paulwrote them and they’ve been corresponding for sometime now. They are receptive to our message.

FromJesse

Youngblood,USA

(FZ: Thistook place a

long time ago—sorry, no

specific dategiven.) One day,

during MardiGras in New

Orleans, I was ata congestedintersection

passing out MOLetters to thepassengers of

each car. A longblack limousinewith dark tinted

windowsapproached, and

I saw the

window of the backpassenger area

begin to go down.As I poked my head

into the openedwindow and thrustmy tract-filled armtoward the passen-gers, I was startled

to see a remarkablyfamiliar face.I said, “Are

you…?” And myvoice trailed off.Taking the letter

that I offered, thevoice behind the

recognizable facereplied, “Yes, I’mPaul McCartney.”

Next to him was hiswife, Linda. Paul

looked down at theLetter I had given

him and said,“This is Moses

David, isn’t it?” Imanaged an

answer from mysomewhat

dumbfoundedstate, “Yes, yes it

is.” He said,“Yes, I’ve seen

these before.Very interesting.

I’ll read it.” Thenhe handed me a

$20 bill. As I wasrecovering fromthe shock of theevent, I missed

the next few cars.I wonder if

maybe John,George or Ringo

may have been inone of them!

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GEORGE BUSHFrom Pedro and Maria Fisher, USAOne night we asked the Lord about our outreach plans, as we

were going to a rural area in Eastern North Carolina searching out amigrant workers camp. The Lord told us that He was preparing the way.We stopped at a burger place for lunch, and while eating, Maria said, “Ithink George Bush just went into the bathroom.” I walked over and sawfour Secret Service men standing around.

Sure enough, George Bush then walked out of the bathroom. Weintroduced ourselves and started talking about how he had met theFamily after Hurricane Andrew in Florida, which he remembered. Weshared with him about our vision for returning to Peru, and he spoke toMaria in Spanish. We left him with a poster, a TA video for his grand-children and a recent FAR highlighting the Family in DC. We also had achance to talk with his agents.

POPE JOHN PAUL IIWe received this great photo. From it I deduce that a brother named

Nehemiah sent us this photo of him speaking with the Pope. It’s a great pic sowe wanted to print it for you all. Nehemiah, if you’re out there—do you have

any story to add that we must have missed? –Jaz

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FAM

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From Windy (ofBarry), Japan

These are frommy witnessing daysin Monaco manyyears ago, whereI lived with Joanof Arc and hermate Tracy,

Oftentimes when he was in town, he�dsend for Joan, Jeshana and I to comeattend his dinner parties, so Joan and Icould sing, and so the three of us couldhelp entertain his guests. His favoritesongs were �The Room� and �The Search,�and also �Walkin� Through My Life.� Wewitnessed to him a lot, and were incontact with him for 1½ years. He neverprayed with us, but definitely liked usand our message. He gave very generouslyto our work, and was always very sweetand kind to us.

I�ve often wondered where he is andwhat he�s up to. But I know if we everwe met him again, and said, �Rememberthe two American folk singers�Windy andJoan�from Monaco who talked about God?�and he heard �The Room� and �The Search,�he�d remember us right away.

On a separate occasion, I met andwitnessed to one of Adnan�s sons. Iprayed with him to get saved. His son(sorry, I can�t remember his name) gotsuper turned on to Dad�s Letters aboutthe plight of the Palestinians, andwrote a letter to Dad telling him howmuch he liked them, and sent Dad adonation. I also witnessed to one ofAdnan�s daughters (sorry, I can�t re-member her name either now!), who wasalso very receptive.

ELDEST SON OF THESHAH

(That is, the eldest son of the former ShahMuhammad Reza Pahlavi of Iran, who died in exile in1980, in Cairo.) He prayed with me to receive Jesus,and he got a copy of the booklet “Sex Works.”—But I didn’tknow who he really was until weeks later, and by then hewas long gone. Ha! The story?

Well, if my memory serves me correctly, Jeshanahad arranged for Joan and I to sing at a dinner party on ayacht in the harbor. After singing informally on the deck whilethe guests mingled around, we gathered around the longdinner table below for dinner. Some of the guests were fromthe Mideast (not divulging, though, exactly where from—that’s Monaco, full of secrets!), France and the U.S. I no-ticed that a group of men, though, were speaking Farsi, andnot Arabic, so I said, “Oh, you’re speaking Farsi, are youfrom Iran?” They seemed to be a little embarrassed andnervous, and said no, they were from Afganistan, and that itwasn’t Farsi exactly, but something else.

I could tell they were sort of covering for them-selves, but I thought if they wanted to be all hush-hush,okay, I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. I’d beenin Monaco long enough to know that if people want tokeep something private, that it’s best not to push it. Also,we noticed a few American men in the room were eatingapart from the main group, at other tables. It seemed alittle odd, but maybe they were having private conversa-tions, away from the main group.

After dinner we went back up to the deck to singand socialize and witness. Jeshana informed us that wehad received our donation for coming to entertain at theparty, and it seemed that the evening was soon drawingto a close. Then one of the organizers called me aside,and after a little small talk, asked me if I would spendsome time with a certain young man among the guests.I can’t remember the young man’s name, but he wasabout 18, from what I recall. (I was 27.) He had been oneof the guys I “caught” speaking Farsi.

rant contactswhere Joan and Iregularly sang.He didn�t give usor our songs thetime of day, andignored our col-lection basket.We weren�t sur-prised, though,since Dad didn�treally have allthat much good tosay about him�notto speak of thesong he made fa-mous, �I Did ItMy Way.� Well,guess he knowsthe scoop now,since he went tothe Other Siderecently. Lordhelp him to havefound Jesus�theWay!

PRINCESSCAROLINEOFMONACO

By contrast,when singing onenight at the sameItalian restau-rant, PrincessCaroline was veryreceptive to ourmusic and mes-sage, and enjoyedmeeting us. Godbless her!

come to the clubwith a guitar (defi-nitely not the norm),we were asked tosing a few songs. Iended up singing�The Room� and �TheSearch� for Ringoand his friends.They�re prettyheavy-hitting songs,as you know, but hey,it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportu-nity! We witnessedto him, and althoughhe didn�t pray withus, and left shortlyafterwards, he wasobviously moved bythe songs and thewitness.

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From Thaddeus and Sara, Iceland,What do you give the President�s wife, when you hear she is dying of

The youngman turned out tobe very sweet, veryeasy to talk to. Ishared my testi-mony with him,shared some Biblewith him, and by theend of the evening,he prayed with meto receive Jesusinto his heart. TYJ!The only piece of litI had on me to givehim was the book-let “Sex Works.”

S e v e r a lweeks later, I saw ina magazine a storyabout the Shah andhis family. Seeing apicture of all theShah’s children, afunny feeling startedin my tummy whenI looked at his eldestson, and it grew andgrew. Could it havebeen?…He reallylooked kind of fam-iliar…Uh oh!…Washe the young guy I’dbeen with??? WhenJeshana and I gothome, we were toldby other Homemembers that theyhad talked that daywith the owner of theyacht where we’dhad the dinner partyseveral weeks ear-lier, and he toldthem that one of thepeople we had en-tertained thatevening was theson of the Shah!

I never sawor heard anythingabout him everagain. Then somemonths after Barryand I arrived herein Japan, I saw aninterview with himon an English-speaking docu-mentary. He’s gota family, and livesin the Northeast ofthe U.S. some-where. Under-standably, for hissecurity, it didn’tsay exactly where.

ICELANDIC PRESIDENT AND WIFEICELANDIC PRESIDENT AND WIFE

Jeshana (nolonger in theFamily), and(towards theend) French Tirza(I think her nameis Ruby now;she�s the motherof Timo, who�smated to Sunny).

RINGOSTARR

One evening inMonaco, Jeshana andI went to a club wherewe regularly wit-nessed. While sittingat a table with friends,we were invited overto a table where RingoStarr was sitting withfriends. (Note: Every-where I went in Mo-naco, day and night, Icarried my guitar withme [in its case!], asunexpected opportu-nities arose all thetime where I�d need itto sing and witness.)Noticing that we�d

ADNANKHaSHOGGI

I don�t knowif I�ve got thespelling of hisname right, butat least I thinkit�s close. Thisguy�s a famousarms dealer, al-though to mostpeople�s eyeshe�s an interna-tional business-man. He never ac-tually let thetruth be known tous about all thathe does. He�s ah i g h - c l a s swheeler-dealer,and hangs outwith the world�supper crust, andrich �n� famous.I lost contactwith him once weleft Monaco.

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14 T h e F r e e Z i n e | march 1999 orb of the prophets

Someone�s gonna meet Brad soon �From A.S., Somewhere on Earth

Not long ago I had a very clear dreamabout Brad Pitt. It impressed me quitea bit, and so a day or so later I askedthe Lord about it, if there was any sig-nificance to the dream or any messageHe was trying to get through to mewith. Here�s what the Lord said:

STEP BY STEP, DAY BY DAY. HEAR FROM GOD,

LEARN TO PRAY. SEE WHAT WONDERScome from this. What�s revealed, promised

bliss.

orb of the prophetsorb of the

knew you were special and different kids. My Father(God) would talk and commune with Me often. He toldMe things I should and should not do and be. That�swhy the Sanhedrin, the scribes and Pharisees, and evenMy earthly mother and father (Mary and Joseph) weresurprised at the realization of My scriptural knowledge.

My father Joseph was a very Godly and honorableman, and he gave Me a lot of My practical training. Allof these physical things I had to get used to, becausein My Father�s House are many mansions, and life asKing up Here is much different. I had to go throughMy boot camp training and learn all the things youhave to learn here on Earth.�All those frustrations,hard knocks, and then again also those times of re-freshing and sweet relief that My Heavenly Father sendsfrom Above to us. Us�yes, My children, you and Me. Idid go through the feelings you are feeling now.

Once, while young, walking with a group of Myfriends, we came to a path that led us down a road.My Father�s creation always made Me feel over-whelmed with happiness, and I gained a refreshingspirit in the woods. Well, walking down the path led usboys towards the deep forest and wildlife, and we hadan encounter with a big lioness that threw us all into afrightening shock with her growl.

Now, My Father had given Me power over all livingthings, but at that time (8 years old) I was still learningand experimenting with it. I didn�t completely grasp ituntil I had gone through the course of experiences MyFather had for Me. I was destined for this world and Ihad a fate; now through My choice or decision I couldhave changed it, but I knew I shouldn�t and I wouldn�t.

We plunged to the ground as the lioness leapedacross us boys, and Ramie let out a scream. This inten-sified the fright in all of us boys, and we were motion-less. On the other hand, I felt that the situation wasMine to control. I had a gut feeling to get up and takecare of that lion. So I got up, staring the lioness in theeye. She looked as if she was getting ready to rip theskin off of each one of us and leave our bodies to wastefor the vultures when she�d had her fill.

I heard My Father�s voice telling Me what to do,and as I followed His instructions I learned to com-

Jesus and the lionFrom Lea (SGA), Russia:

I was talking with the Lord one day and He gave me some-thing real interesting. I had a lot of questions I was asking theLord, and He told me a story about when He was a boy. Hewas trying to impress on me a lesson, and this story drovethe point home in my mind.

(Jesus speaking:) When I was a boy, things were so simple in My mind. Lifeseemed clearer, clearer than most boys�.(Question: Did You know You were the Son of God?) I knew it, just like you

J(Jesus speaking:) Yes, this dream was a message from Me. I wishedto implant in your heart a thought about this one. I would like youto add him to your personal prayer list, for he is in a time of greatdistress right now, and he seeks earnestly for answers. It may even

be that I shall do great works through him, if you will only bring him before Mythrone. There is a great salvation awaiting him, and a greattestimony, if he will be willing to humble himself before Myname.

I also want you to send this in to the Zine, for there will be opportunity forsome of My children to be in a position to contact him and even to speak withhim face to face. But for these ones it is important that they be keeping theireyes on Me and Me alone, and not be distracted by the lure of the flesh andthe distraction of vain conceit, but that they give him My pure Words and themessage of salvation. Be bold, for he is well able to receive it! Bare your heartto him, and though you will see little results instantly, by and by�and soonerthan you would think�you will see a great and powerful testimony emerge.

But all of this is contingent on many factors: Upon the will of this one him-self; upon the will of My children who will be in a position to approach him, as faras how they will comport themselves and what message they will give, if theywill be faithful to give My meaty Word and not compromise for fear of his opin-ions; and also upon all of My children around the world, if they will pray for hissoul earnestly and not let up until they see the victory. This one is notmore NEEDY than any of the other lost, but as I have said,there is a time in his life when he is impressionable, malleableand in great need of Me, and that time is now. So seek My face for his soul, andyou shall in no wise lose your reward. (end of message)


STORIES

more screams in the night

no more screams in the night

spooky stories

WHILE ON A ROAD TRIP WE WITNESSED

TO THE MANAGER OF A BUS STATION. HE TOLD

US ABOUT A STRANGE EXPERIENCE THEY WERE

HAVING. THEY HAVE AN APARTMENT WHERE ALL

THE DRIVERS SLEEP FOR THE NIGHT, AND FOR

SOME TIME THEY HAD BEEN HEARING THE

SOUNDS OF A WOMAN�S SCREAM IN THE NIGHT.

No more screams in the nightno more screams in the night no more screams in the nightno more screams in the night

no more screams in the night

No more screams in the night

SpookyStories

NO MORE SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT

no more screams in the night no more screams inthe nightno more screams in the night

no more screams in the night no

SPOOKY[ sp��k¶]

[st½r�¶s] FROM MAGDALENA (OFPEDRO), MEXICO

THE MANAGER TOOK US TO THE APARTMENT AND

TOLD US THAT A WOMAN HAD HUNG HERSELF IN THE

APARTMENT ABOUT TWO YEARS BEFORE AND NOW HER

GHOST WAS HANGING AROUND THERE. WHILE HE WAS

TELLING ME ABOUT THIS WOMAN�S SPIRIT I SENSED INTHE SPIRIT THE PLACE WHERE SHE HAD KILLED HERSELF,

SO I ASKED THE MAN IF THAT�S WHERE IT HAD HAP-PENED. HE TOLD ME, �YES, THAT�S RIGHT. THAT�S

WHERE SHE HUNG HERSELF.� MY PARTNER AND I THEN

DID A JERICHO MARCH AROUND THE APARTMENT, PRAYING

THAT THE LORD WOULD FREE THIS WOMAN�S SPIRIT AND

BRING PEACE TO THE PLACE.

THE NEXT TIME IN TOWN I WENT TO VISIT THE BUS STATION MANAGER AGAIN.HE WAS SO HAPPY TO TELL ME THAT SINCE WE HAD PRAYED FOR THE RELEASE OF THIS

WOMAN�S SPIRIT � THE APARTMENT HAS BEEN QUIET!

behold, I give

unto you power

to tread on

serpents and

scorpions, and

over all the

power of the

enemy, and

nothing shall

by any means

hurt you.

mand this demon-possessed animal in My way, which knowledge I usedin My future ministry�as you have read in many places in the Bible whereI cast out demons. Everything takes training and learning, and I Myselfhad to learn each lesson and each principle in order to perform thewonders I did.

So is it with you, My children. If I, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, hadto learn these things for My ministry, don�t be surprised if you have tolearn things and go through rough experiences as well. The importantthing is listening. Remember how I had to listen to the instructions ofMy Father. It�s just the same for you: You must listen to Me. You thinkit�s difficult to hear from Me or the spirit world sometimes. Do youthink it was a whole lot different for Me or My prophets that went onbefore, and after Me? No, you just need to practice and tune all yourenergy and force into hearing from Me. It�s that simple, yet the En-emy makes it sound difficult in your minds. So don�t let him tell youthat, okay?

I love you, My sweethearts! I�ll tell you more if you ask Me. YourFriend, Jesus

CourageSon! Now I want you

to rebuke thatlioness.


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Bowy and daughterCamrin Jurnee

En routeto give aconcert inthe Alps.

No kidding,

Morzineis the ac-tual name

of thetown!

Reina and Bowy, USA

Gabe (18) �Zinified�

Shellena Black (21),

USA

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king for a

good guy with a nice

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029 March 1999This poem is a possible scenario that could happen to anyone. I don t know who originally wrote it, but I revised it to make so me things a bit more applicable and funny