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February was calmer than last month. As I wrote in my last newsletter, I read John Gray's book Children Are From Heaven and found much in it that was helpful. I didn't think that the time–outs were going to work, though, because Connor refused to comply when I told him to take one. This month, however, I managed to push him into the laundry room when he misbehaved, as he was standing just a few yards from the door when this happened, and he did not put up much of a struggle. I told him that he had to stay in there for eleven minutes.
He called through the door, saying that he had stepped on a nail. At first, I wondered if he'd had any tetanus shots and if I should rush him to the hospital, but then my experience with Connor calmed me down. There were no nails sticking up anywhere in the laundry room, and I had not seen any on the floor, but if he did step on one, it wasn't likely to be any more harmful to him than stepping on a pebble. I recognized his dramatics as a gambit to gain my sympathy, so that I would unlock the door to examine his claims, and then he was likely to push his way back in.
Jake fretted about Connor, taking his complaints about having stepped on a nail seriously, in spite of the fact that it was because he had mistreated his little brother that he had been given the time–out. I told Jake that I was sure that Connor really was not hurt, but if he had stepped on a nail, he was greatly exaggerating the extent of his injuries. I enjoyed a peaceful eleven minutes playing around with pictures on my computer
When the time was up, I told Jake to let Connor back in. He sauntered in casually and said with a tone of amusement that I was sure was hard–hearted. He showed me the little nail he had stepped on, to prove that there really was a nail. I told him to put some hydrogen peroxide on his foot, but made no move to assist him, as his tone when he re–entered the room confirmed that he really had not hurt himself, and it betrayed that he was impressed that I had not fallen for his ploy. I didn't even ask to see the scratch, if there was one. He fetched down my first aid kit, and went through the motions of putting a band–aid on his foot, but I heard no more about his injury after that. If it had been for real, he would have continued to make a big deal about it.
After that incident, I have had some success getting him to take time–outs. I think Connor recognizes that they are a humane way of dealing with misbehaviour. He recognizes that I have changed my style of dealing with him, likes it better, and has been more cooperative. Mind, I don't ask much of him. My place is so small that there isn't much to do in the way of chores. Our issues mainly involve him ceasing and desisting from pestering his little brother. He is very, very good to Jake in many ways; rather an awesome brother, in fact, but he would be annoyed if I were to tell people about sweet things that he does for Jake. He does, however, sometimes exercise what he considers the privileges of an elder brother.
Jake is different than his brother in regards to chores. He is really into doing housework at the moment. He has to be told to NOT clean up his brother's room, as it is Connor's responsibility; he is really keen to tidy it up for him. And I was vastly amused on his birthday (he turned five), as we were walking to his other Grandma's house, when he asked me if the next time he came to visit me, I would let him clean my place up all by himself and make it all shiny. I replied, "Sure! I'll just sit and read books while you do that. Would you like me to let it get messy for you, so that you will have more to clean up the next time you come over?" He said that he would like that.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. The next time Jake visited, I reminded him that he said he was going to clean my place up and make it shiny. He said that he had to do some paintings on my computer first. Well, I understand that artistic talent yearns for expression, so I just smiled and let him go to it. It seemed that for the entire two days, Jake needed to paint pictures, play with toys, and practice writing out letters and words. He is making a lot of headway in that regard, sounding out the words on his own. I could never get him to memorize the alphabet song, but he learned a different song from a computer program that teaches phonics and he sings it all the time, accompanying it with the actions. When his mother came to pick him up, far from having cleaned my house for me, it looked like a bomb had hit it. A Jacob Bomb. So much for good intentions.
He really is a tidy kind of kid, though, in spite of what happened on that visit. Earlier in the month, he announced that my place needed to be cleaned up, and then he picked up all his toys and vacuumed for me. He loves to vacuum. Heather was thinking of getting him a little toy vacuum cleaner for his birthday, but I told her not to, as he can use mine and do some cleaning for real. I like that he moves the vacuum cleaner slow, which is how people are supposed to do it, so that it gets more of a chance to suck up the junk. I am usually too impatient to vacuum slow.
It sure is sweet when little kids hanker to do chores. I can remember begging my grandmother when I was four–years–old to let me do the dishes. Connor used to be like that, too. When he was a year old, he liked to scrub the kitchen floor alongside of Heather. I bought him his own little scrub brush to encourage him, but he got over the urge to do chores rather soon. He really only likes to cook, but if I get a new cleaning gadget, then he likes to try it out.
Connor is a rather hilarious kid. He sure made Heather and me and laugh over something he said about chores when he was seven–years–old. Heather was pretty firm about making him do chores, and he was actually pretty good at doing them, but under protest. Heather had to expend a lot of energy to see that he got them done. I suppose she figured that she would make an early start on grooming Jake to be more cooperative than Connor in this regard. Jake was sitting there watching Connor, and she said to him cheerfully, "Just think, Jake. When you're a big boy like Connor, you will get to do chores, too." Jake smiled at her. He always smiled when Heather talked to him. Connor's eyes bugged out and he ran over to Jake and said urgently, "No, Jake! Don't smile! You don't know what you are getting yourself into! Your mother is evil!" I laughed my head off when Heather told me about this and Heather said, "I don't know where he gets that stuff from." Yeah, when it comes to making a joke, Connor is pretty quick on the draw.
Hmmm. Maybe Jake's attitude towards chores isn't entirely due to having an orderly, methodical temperament. Maybe there really was something to Heather putting the idea into Jake's head that doing chores is fun. I remember that when Jake was only a year old, he would watch Connor intently when he was sweeping the kitchen floor, looking from Connor to the broom, and back again at Connor. He seemed to be assessing whether Connor enjoyed it or not, which he was not, but, regardless, there was envy all over Jake's face.
Jake's father is a macho kind of guy who is a bit concerned about the keen interest Jake has in doing housework. I really don't have any hopes that his interest will last, but it is good for boys to know how to do household chores, to do them well, and not mind doing them. It hopefully will insulate them against feeling that they need to get married, so that they can acquire an unpaid housekeeper, which, regardless of the campaign to help men recognize women as equals, a lot of guys still seem to have in mind when they marry or shack up with someone. Even if the woman turns out to be an excellent housekeeper, she might have serious character flaws in other respects. Anyway, if they really dislike doing their own housework, it would probably be cheaper to hire a maid than to marry one. The woman could end up with half their property in a divorce, and possibly cost a lot in emotional stress besides. I'd rather my grandsons married for love than for convenience, and they might have to wait a long time for someone special enough to come along.
I was pretty amazed last July 4th when I went with some friends down across the line to spend the day with Jeff Mayr, the evangelist who leads the meetings we attended. Jeff's house was spotless and tidy. I have never seen such a well–kept home where a man does all the housework. I think that it is how Yehoshua would keep a house in order. I remarked on Jeff's housekeeping to him and he said that his mother made him learn how to do all that stuff. Then he added, somewhat bitterly, that his older brother didn't know how to do any housework because he had always been into sports. I laughed and said," Get over it," just to tease him. Jeff really isn't an unforgiving type of person. I wonder if a distaste of housework is what fueled his brother's interest in sports to such an extent that he was hardly ever home.
The problem with Connor pestering his little brother seems pretty much resolved. The last weekend the boys were here together, there was a squabble about who would get to sleep in the bed. Either Connor or I take the floor when he is over. I like to cuddle up with little Jake, and the mattress on the floor is too narrow for both of us, so I normally sleep on the bed when Jake is over. Connor is usually pretty good at taking turns with me, but this time, he was determined to sleep in the bed. He started wheedling Jake, asking, "Who do you want to sleep with Jake? Gramma or me? Who do you love more? Gramma or me?" I thought, "Ha! Two can play that game!" I started to ask if he didn't love me more.
Poor little Jake put his head down and started to cry. He said, "I love Connor more." My heart melted and I said, "That's okay, Jake. It's okay for you to love Connor more." I cuddled him until he was reassured that I was not angry and did not love him less. Connor was deeply touched by Jake's admission that he loved him more. Of course, it is only natural that his feelings for his brother are stronger, seeing as he has spent much more time with his big brother than he has with me. I should never have been so insensitive as to put him in the position, in the first place, where he had to choose between us. It was an immature thing for me to do. Connor won that round and got to sleep in the bed.
It is a good thing that my recent studies on Jacob in the Bible drove home the point to me that Jacob's sons should have accepted that he loved Joseph and Benjamin more than he loved them, even if it was wrong of him to not love his children equally. It was not their place to judge him for his frailty as a human, and each of them could have turned to God at any time for the father love they needed. I told Jake the next day that I really admired him for having the honesty and the courage to admit to me that he loved Connor more than he loves me. His little face glowed with joy in response.
The weekend was really quite restful. The next time Connor misbehaved towards Jake, I said, "How can you treat your little brother like that, when he loves you so much? He loves you even more than he loves me, and I know that he loves me a lot." Connor's heart melted and he grabbed Jake in his arms, cuddling him and telling him he was sorry.
I have been more than repaid for being considerate of Jake's feelings. The following weekend when Connor came to visit on his own, he ranted at me about the influence that I have on Jake. I limit the kids from bringing anything into my house that I disapprove of. I don't like their TV toys because products that relate to children's shows reinforce the ungodly programming that comes through those shows, and I hate death images, so I tell them to not wear clothes that have skulls on them to my house, and though I used to love pirate stories when I was a kid, I finally woke up to the reality that pirates were not nice people. They were (are) thieves and they murder people. I don't think it is healthy for children to fantasize about being in those roles.
So, Connor was really ticked off at how Jake is behaving lately. He griped, "He always insists now on saying grace before he eats, and he gets mad at me for not saying grace, and he doesn't like Spiderman anymore, and he doesn't like skulls, and he doesn't like wrestling anymore!" I laughed and I said, "What do you mean, he doesn't like wrestling? He doesn't like to watch it on TV? I don't blame him for that. Those shows are really crude." He said, "No. He won't wrestle with me . He says it's violent." Ha ha ha! Praise the Lord. I am so glad that the little guy is discerning between good and evil.
Not that I object to him wrestling with his brother, but it could be also that, because of the six years between them, Jake has figured out that he is at too much of a disadvantage. Give him another ten years, and then we will see how much Connor wants to wrestle with him. I have warned Connor, "You better be nice to your little brother. He won't always be smaller than you are." Jake is built like his Dad, who is a big, husky guy, and ever since Jake was a baby, I have been calling him "Big Jake", using a deep voice when I do so. I will be very surprised if he doesn't turn out to be a hulk.
Anyway, Connor is not happy with the effect that I have had on Jake. He said that when Jake made his announcements to him and Heather, his Mom asked, "Now, do you really not like those things anymore, or are you saying it because Gramma doesn't like those things?" He replied, "Because Gramma doesn't like those things. Gramma is right about everything." Ha ha ha! I don't know how Heather feels about that statement, but it sure tickles me, even though it can't possibly be true. Take heart, grandparents. We really can influence our grandchildren for good. Being loving, and gentle, and fair to children opens their hearts to the good things we want to teach them.
Besides looking after the grandkids, I have been listening a lot to Andrew Wommack's teaching by downloading his videos onto my laptop, as I don't have an Internet connection anymore. I listened to the same videos over and over. Then I decided to download all the videos that he offers on his website and keep track of them on an Excel spreadsheet, so that I know which ones I have listened to and which one to listen to next. In this way, it is sort of like going to Bible school for me. Andrew has at least ten years of his TV programs on his website. Some of the sermons are probably re–runs, but it is all worth listening to several times.
It isn't just Andrew's excellent teaching that cranks me up. I think that he is probably an INTJ, as I identify so much with his thought processes, his attitudes, and the way he talks. He is methodical and logical. Well, most of the time he is logical. I don't agree with everything that he believes, but the stuff I disagree with is rather minor. He believes that Adam and Eve were in some way responsible for Lucifer's fall, but he hasn't thought that out very well. There are some things about Moses, too, that I think he is wrong about, and somewhat uninformed about. What he teaches about grace and the privileges of New Testament believers, though, is awesome. I feel more hope of seeing God's promises to me coming to pass, after listening to his teaching, than I ever have before in my almost 39 years of being a Christian.
Yes, I know that hope isn't faith, but the Bible says that hope does not make ashamed. Hope is a stepping stone to faith, and God highly recommends having hope. I am listening a lot to Andrew's teaching, so that I can move in greater levels of faith. I was really startled yesterday when I listened to a 2011 video where Andrew talked about Yehoshua's reply to the man whose son the disciples could not deliver from a demon. The man said that he believed, but he asked Yehoshua to help his unbelief. For 39 years, I prayed that prayer, too, feeling that something had to happen, if I had the humility to admit that I struggled with unbelief, though unbelief in Yehoshua goes against spiritual logic. Andrew said, however, that Yehoshua did not let that man put the burden for his believing onto Him. He tossed it right back at the man, and told him that he had to believe.
Yehoshua would not tell us that we have to believe, if we did not have it in us to believe. When He told the man that this kind does not come out, except with prayer and fasting, He was not referring to the demon that was possessing his child. Demons have been stripped of their power; all they have left is lies, with which they manipulate people into letting them take them over. Yehoshua meant that this kind of unbelief does not come out, except with prayer and fasting. Then Andrew launched into explaining the benefits of fasting, and I did not like what he said, but he is right. I think I was listening to Week 7 of his 2011 videos when he was talking about unbelief and fasting.
I can handle how Andrew just says things straight out, rather than beating around the bush trying not to offend anyone. Not only is that an INTJ trait, but how can I take offense when he talks about people being spiritual retards because of hardness of heart, when before I started listening to his teaching, I confessed to some of my friends that I feel like I'm a spiritual retard? I have felt for years like I was banging my head against a brick wall in some of the things that I have been believing for, but seeing no results. Hey, I am so desperate for an antidote to this condition, I think I could take it if the man said right to my face that I am a spiritual retard. It is just a diagnosis of why I have not been receiving or operating in miracles as much as I want to, and the man points me to the medicine.
God is using Andrew's teaching to help break up my fallow ground. Oooh, it hurts. The flesh does not die easily, and I can't say that I have made a lot of headway in the areas that God is convicting me about, but it starts with at least listening to what He wants to say to me about it. Therefore, I keep on listening to Andrew with the goal of his teaching wearing down my resistance to what I know I ought to do. If anybody feels like praying for me that I will be quicker about doing what God wants me to do, then please, oh please, give in to that impression.
As much as I love to have my grandkids over, it is good to have the solitude to listen to Andrew Wommack's teaching. I have had both of them over a lot because Heather is packing to move, and it helps her to not have them in the way when she is doing that. Jake spends some weekends with his Dad, if he isn't scheduled to work; he's a security guard and doesn't have regular hours.
Recently when Heather brought Connor over, she stayed a while to cook us a yummy dinner of roasted pork loin and potatoes that she brought with her. While she did that, I read a Norah McClintock book to Connor, and then I spent the rest of the evening after dinner continuing to read the story to him. It was a very pleasant evening.
Hurray! I am glad that Heather found what she thinks what will be a good place. The one she is in now is over–run with mice, and the guy she sublets it from has not been very diligent about getting rid of them. There are other problems with him, too, so it's, "Adios, amigo."
She was annoyed about an incident with one of the mousetraps, though she acknowledged that accidents happen. Connor didn't notice the mouse trap in his closet when he tossed his dirty clothes in there. He didn't notice when he took his clothes out to launder them that the mouse trap was stuck to them. He didn't notice the mouse trap stuck to his clothes when he took them out of the washing machine and tossed them in the dryer. Heather worked for hours to get that mouse trap unstuck from the dryer, and her hands got chapped from having to wash them over and over to get the goo off of them afterwards.
She sighed and said that she sure wished Connor was more like Jake. I said, "Now, Heather, don't you do that to Connor. That isn't fair to him. Every temperament has its strengths, as well as its weaknesses." She said, "I know, but it sure would make my job easier if he was more like Jake." Connor was really annoyed by this comment and went off to sulk. I started to remind her of some of Connor's other messes that we had laughed over later, like the time when he was three, where he scattered cereal and flour and all sorts of other food all over the house one morning when she was still asleep. It was always a big risk to sleep when Connor was on the loose.
Heather had to take all his toys out of his room to clean it, and then she made him stay there and play with his Speak and Spell. As long as she could hear him playing with it, she knew he wasn't getting into mischief. When he was doing that, however, he was also contemplating something in the house that he was curious about. Heather suddenly realized that she had not heard his Speak and Spell for a couple of minutes and went to see what he was up to. She found him crawling out of the fireplace and she had another mess to clean up.
Heather got into the spirit of the thing and was soon recalling other incidences of huge messes that Connor made when he was little, as well as the time he sneaked past everybody like a little commando, made his way to the sliding door, and then ventured off down the street to explore. I'm so glad that I didn't know about that before. I was worried enough back then that something like that would happen. We laughed at each incident that we recalled and Connor soon emerged to join our company, enjoying the stories of how curious and adventurous and feisty he has always been. Yes, he has been a bit of a handful, but he sure is interesting and fun.
I am glad to have the grandkids visit me frequently. After what I was put through with my kids when their father took off with them and kept me from seeing them for five years, I feel like Connor and Jacob are to me like what Obed was to Naomi, after her bitter experiences in Moab.
Jacob was so sweet when he was here recently. I was sitting in my armchair trying to take a nap while he played on the floor nearby. He was very quiet, as he always is when I take a nap, but this time, he kept climbing all over me, planting little kisses on my face. I thought, "I am not getting much of a nap, but this sure is worth it."
It was really heartening because I like to kiss my grandsons a lot, and Jake seems to think that I kiss him too much. I have had to resort to trickery, such as saying, "Kiss me quickly; nobody is looking right now," as other people looking in our direction had been his excuse before to deter my kisses. Since it was his idea that I should not try to get a kiss from him when other people are looking, this subterfuge has been working pretty good. It's nice to know that sometimes Jake wants to kiss me, without me having to ask for kisses.
Yes, I look forward to my weekends with those little guys. I read a lot to Connor to get through all the library books that I take out for him. Fortunately, Jake seems to enjoy listening to the stories, too, though his preference is for me to read Diary of a Wimpy Kid to him. Jake and I call it Diarrhea of a Wimpy Kid. It's a hilarious series.
Connor gave me a fridge magnet from the first book in the series; he got three of the books for Christmas. The magnet says "I'm sorry, women." It is from a segment in the book where Gregory's mother catches him looking at a woman in a bathing suit on the cover of a magazine. She goes into a big lecture about how unwholesome it is to view women as sex objects, asking if it made him a better person to look at that picture, and then she sternly asked him if he had anything to say to women. His reply is on the magnet that Connor put on my fridge.
We often notice the magnet and laugh over that incident in the book. Of course, it strikes both of us as lame and insincere, which makes it so funny. We like to say it in a monotone, to emulate how we think that Gregory said it. It sure is fun to share a joke with Connor, and Jake shows promise of a budding sense of humour like his brother's, too.
I identify with Gregory's mother. She sounds a lot like how I talk to the grandkids and that character writes a parenting column for her local newspaper. We laughed about her comments on how Gregory was starting to go into puberty, saying that he was now embarking on that "joyous adventure". Connor and I commiserated together for Gregory, who said that his mother pointed out that she did not actually say his name in her column, but he was annoyed anyway because, when she referred to her "second oldest child", everybody knew who she was talking about.
Connor knows that I write about him on my website, but he doesn't know precisely what I say. He has access to the Internet, but he never bothers to look up my website. What could one's grandmother write about that would be interesting to read? He also knows that I am going to do my thing, no matter how he feels about it, so there is not point in protesting. Hopefully, though, I will never go into detail about "icky" stuff (from his pre–teen point of view) like puberty or describe it in such hokey terms as "a joyous adventure". Looking back on my teen years, I wouldn't describe them that way. I have always referred to them as Hell because I was so depressed at that time in my life. Thank God Yehoshua came into my life back then and started turning it around. I probably would not have made it to twenty otherwise.
My big readfest cleared up all the books that I had borrowed from the library for Connor, so we were at a bit of a loose end at what to read to him. He suggested this and that, but the only book he suggested that I felt like reading to him was Black Beauty. I was so happy he wanted me to read that to him because it teaches kids a bit about horses and to be considerate of animals. He lost interest after a couple of chapters, though, which was disappointing. He was already familiar with the story; he said he had read it before. I supposed that he saw it as a movie, but then again, I have never seen any movie about Black Beauty that follows the original story, which he was indeed familiar with.
It is comforting to know that sometimes he reads children's stories that are true classics. I have been campaigning a little to get him to let me read Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson to him. Besides it being an interesting and educational story, I love doing the Scots accent when I read it aloud. So, far, he has let me read only the first chapter to him and he doesn't remember what I read. There were too many other distractions around at the time.
It is interesting what boys will read, that one would not normally expect them to. I looked up some things on the Internet about an acquaintance and his wife, both of whom have interesting backgrounds, to find out more about them, as I didn't get to spend much time with him and his wife. I found a blog written by this gentleman's sister and had to laugh at what she revealed about her brothers. They used to read her Harlequin romances when they were in their early teens, until they figured out from hanging around their friends that boys don't usually read their little sister's books. This man is such a brain, particularly for math, besides being very tall and muscular. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who would read books written for women. He also has a high position in a government company. I wonder what his co–workers would think, if they knew he used to read Harlequin romances. They would probably have a chuckle over that.
I can see why he read those books. He's an INTJ; this personality type is curious about many different things. Just as I wonder what goes on in male minds, he probably wondered how women think and figured that reading those books was a good way to find out. It is, because they are geared towards appealing to women. At least, the books his little sister had probably were a relatively harmless way to find out. Their father was a pastor, so she probably had the older issues from the 1960's that do not go into lascivious details.
When Connor resisted my attempts to keep on reading Black Beauty, I started looking through my shelves for another book to interest him. I noticed that I had a copy of Hiroshima that I had picked up at a thrift shop. I hadn't read that story since high school. Connor immediately got enthusiastic about it because he had been reading it at school. What? In Grade 6? He wanted me to read it to him, so I read him a couple of chapters before he said he'd had enough for now.
I continued to read the book, though. I am sure it was appointed by the Lord for me to read it again at this time. We live in a wicked world where so many tragic things happen. Who knows what we will see before our lives are over? Reading that book about those people's terrible suffering made me more determined to listen to Andrew Wommack's sermons until I get those truths into my heart and operate in miracles, because there are a lot of people in this world who needs God's intervention to heal and deliver and provide for them.
God is raising up a glorious Church, without spot or wrinkle. He wants to move through His people that way and He will move that way more and more through His people in these end times. If we are going to be a part of that, then we have to swim against the current of apathy and compromise and unbelief to enter into His rest.
It is ridiculous for Christians to think that miracles were only for the Early Church, to give it a jump start, or that we don't need miracles any more because we have modern medicine. We need miracles more than ever because we are dealing with greater temptations than the Early Church. Oh, sure, Christians aren't being tossed to the lions - in North America, but they are suffering terrible persecution in other parts of the world, and it is only a matter of time before it comes here, too.
In the meantime, we are inundated with antichrist messages through various media that the early Christians never had to deal with. They didn't see pictures of naked people advertising soap every time they picked up a magazine, as they didn't have magazines at that time. They didn't see pictures of women in underwear on posters in bus stops. Such things not only stir up lust in men, but they also contribute towards women lowering their standards of modesty. While waiting for buses, I have been accosted with the sight of a stocky, hairy man on a poster, and he was wearing women's underwear. Gag! In those days, if someone was waiting by the side of the road for a friend to come by with their cart to give them a ride, they could have a restful interlude of fresh air and birdsong without their mind being assaulted by any kind of media.
Yes, Christians who lived in pagan cities back then probably saw some really uncouth things, but it was not a steady diet of it going into their minds, such is afforded through television. They did not hear antibiblical songs every time they walked into a store. They could think better because their food and air and water was not contaminated with industrial chemicals that contributed towards undermining their health. If they drank wine that was fermented in casks lined with lead, then they had a problem, but there are more additives in our food nowadays than what there was back then. Plus, they did not have the threat of nuclear war and biological and chemical weapons looming over them.
As for modern medicine, I thank God for it, but it has some drawbacks, such as side effects from medicines, and greedy manufacturers who induce doctors to overprescribe medicines to the detriment of their patients, and the drug companies make inordinate profits on useful medicines that cost very little for them to manufacture. It would be good to circumvent their greed by receiving healing from Yehoshua, even if we can afford the medicine. Why pay so much for medicine when that money could be given to missions?
No, more than ever, we need God's miracle power. It doesn't make sense that God would give it only to the Early Church, and withhold it from His End Time Church, who needs it even more. Christians who think that we can get by without it haven't been paying attention to what is going on, and they have become smugly comfortable with their unbelief, but the writer of Hebrews referred to that condition as "an evil heart of unbelief." Did you get that? The Bible says that unbelief in God's goodness and power is evil.
I highly recommend Andrew Wommack's website as a rich source of excellent teaching. Of course, not everything he teaches is exactly right, but that's where our responsibility to know the Word really well comes in. We must examine everything we hear and read by the Bible, no matter who the teacher is that we are listening to. It is a good thing to examine our own personal beliefs by the Bible, too, and not examine the Bible through our personal beliefs. In that way, we can find out if our personal beliefs are correct. Frequently, we misread the Bible and don't hear what it is really saying because we have had strongholds set up in our mind through other people's misconceptions about God.
In regards to Andrew's teaching, I have not yet heard him say anything that I disagree with that I consider all that important, and he preaches a purer Gospel than any other that I have ever heard taught. He also provides a balanced view about many of the things that go on in the charismatic world regarding strange manifestations of "the anointing", unwholesome addiction to spiritual experiences, and methods of intercession that are so complex that they wear people out and waste a lot of time besides. Here is the link to ANDREW WOMMACK'S WEBSITE. God bless you all in Yehoshua's Name.
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