Lead them carefully to the Harvest!

 Bloggers, someone once said that Christian Preachers should always be preaching desperately in times of desperation. But for many years now, I have noticed that many American Preachers and Ministers have become so comfortable in what seemed to be times of American prosperity in last 20 years or so. Especially many Christian Churches where Preachers have come into the Pulpit looking like Pimps and like Hippies. Some of these Pastors even sit in lazy boy sofas instead of standing behind the pulpit, and they are either dress like Howard Hughes sitting in front of a fire place in winter, or like some Beach Boy with shorts and sandals at a California beach, as they sit with their legs crossed with Bible in their hands, reading to the Church people. Some of these Preachers, female and male, and all color of skin, have become professional con artist and have milked the Church for tons of money and therefore, become rich. And..., in the name of God almighty, they demand more from dying widows. To me they sound more like Politicians who want to please everybody and promise us everything under the great Blue sky if only we vote for them. I know that I haven't always been Right with God entirely myself, but I had more self respect than to stoop that low, and or to disrespect God that bad in public. I didn't even think like that nor did I think like a Devil worshipper. I just could not do those kind of evil acts knowingly or intentionally. I was no good, but that kind of behavior never crossed my mind. Those kind of things are extremely low ways for a God fearing person to behave in regardless that the people who raised me were Catholics. My people had more class than that. And that is why I never wanted to be chosen to serve in Church. Heck, I dread That Calling! I may have been a crook, but even some crooks have moral guidelines and we dare not cross those Lines that sentence a person to hell quicker than need be. I never went to The Cross Roads intentionally at midnight to meet with Satan or other demonic beings to exchange my soul for fame, fortune, or Power. I am not that desperate or stupid that way. Nevertheless, I just couldn't understand why though, knowing that people were undergoing hard times everywhere and everyday in America and the World, wouldn't these Preachers preach with desperation themselves and try to help them. And if people in need come to you for help, why milk them more of the little they have and grow rich off of their misfortune. I got sick of watching these T.V. preachers and I started to make my way out of Church back then. I even wrote big Ministers in big Ministries, and complaint to them because they spend more time in raising money on T.V. than preaching. I even told my wife because we would give money to Ministries and Churches on T.V., that I wanted her to stop sending our money to them. But she didn.t stop and kept giving to prophets coming to her Church from Old Mexico, Central America, and South America. Then to the T.V. preachers as well. She was desperate because she was beginning to die. She was very sick for 9 years before she died in 2013. And I knew that my lifestyle away from a good Church was taking a serious toll on me and her. But I was bitter at these Church Leaders, especially many of the American White ones because it was them who poisoned the churches down below with their casual liberal approach to Christianity. And it is here that I am in mental and spiritual anguish about our whole ordeal personally and collectively as a people. I want to go back to Church, but Church is just as Pagan as I have become. And during this time I know that God is totally displeased with the Christian Church, and with the American White Christians, and Whites in general, and with me personally. I am not lying, even though I wasn't as well versed as I am today about The Coming End of this Age that is written in the Bible, I was seeing dreams that showed me terrible events were coming to all this World and the Christian Church. And I had the presence of mind to write all my dreams down quickly the following days after the dreams because I knew how people are; and rightly so, they demand tangible evidence. Even my wife, even though she never believed my dreams, became a believer two years before she died. Because she came home one day from her Church and she said to me on that day excitedly, "Dad!, I was listening to a Christian radio talk show in the car just now, and there was a man speaking about all those terrible things that you tell me about..., and he was serious Dad." She also said, "Dad, hardly no preachers or Bible teachers talk like that." Well, even up to just three years ago, hardly no preachers talk like that. Why? Because they want to tickle peoples ears for fear of losing their audience and source of financial stability for them. And of course, American people don't want to hear anything about gloom and doom, they want to feel good and play in the sun all day, and howl at the moon all night under the influence of some fine silky tasting whiskies and brandy. Hey, I don't see nothing wrong with that if you are not a Christian. In this life we are free! But, I am not Free! And I don't want that life style for me. I cannot approach my God in any which way, or casually, when I feel like it. He is God and I am not. He dictates the Rules and I am obligated to obey them. He is King of kings and I am just a worm. Bob Dylan said it right, "We will serve Somebody!" Hence, we were never meant to be our own masters. We are servants. And our Leadership are servants too, and it was, and is, their responsibility to remind us of that truth daily. These are desperate times, and it calls for desperate preaching and teachings, but not from a Pimp, Hippie, Hipster, or Politician. So I will close for now and again say, things are changing faster now. And so, we need to stay alert because the Bible is True. One minute we can be free, the next we can be captives or worst. Many people worry about World War Three, yet others worry about another American Civil War. But in either case, it will be bad for everyone. And as is my custom, let me leave you with a short dream for circa April 9th, 2010. This was a strange dream for me because I have said all along since I became a Christian in 1982, that I never wanted to be a Minister of any kind, especially a Pastor. I don't like being in large social group settings. And here in this dream you will see why I was bothered by it. So, here is the dream. As I see myself walking in a vast desert place all by myself during daytime, I see myself just picking my feet with effort because they get buried deep into the hot sand. I see that I am looking straight ahead and there is nothing on my mind at all. There is no noise or sound anywhere as I walk. Then I begin to hear a man's voice from the sky singing beautifully over me, and but I never stop walking nor looking forward. Then the man sang this refrain to me, "Lead them carefully to The Harvest!" This ended the dream. Man!, can you picture me... a Warrior leading meekly and passive people from all walks of life, who have no understanding of God's Ways into His Harvest? That is scary because that is a big responsibility. I am not Moses, much less Joshua! I don't have those qualifications. So let us sleep on that, and I still don't want to be a Preacher, that is not my style. Besides and furthermore, God has not ever called me to the Ministry. All He has directly told me as a Directive is this, "Ruben, it is not your time to die. Get up..., Leave..., and keep doing what you were doing!" That is my directive from my God to me. I love Him, and always will because there is no Greater than Him. And moreover, He is The Only True God of War!!!!! Nobody can beat Him. Nobody! Amen. We will see soon enough. Alemania, Israel, Egypt, Peace in The Middle East. Thanks again,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Respectfully,                                                                                                                                             Ruben N. Gutierrez