Metal, Angle Grinders, Plasma, and the Belt Grinder

Today has been great so far.

I sound like a broken record, thank God.

I want to be able to park my Kubota with the front end loader raised, and that means I have to be able to brace one of the hydraulic tubes with a specially made steel device. I need a piece of U-shaped tubing that will fit over a hydraulic rod. One end will press against the end of they cylinder, and the other will fit against the hinge the cylinder is attached to. The cylinder won’t be able to retract, and people in the workshop will be less likely to be crushed.

I now have three welders ready to rock, so all I needed was metal. I went to the local supply place. I love that place. It’s a house with a giant Doall band saw and a monstrous jib crane in the backyard. It shows how you can make a good living out of your house doing something completely unexpected, as long as the zoning people are with you.

For $18, they gave me a length of 2.5″ square tubing, a piece of plate to cap the end, and 12″ of angle iron for my anvil project, which I will write about later.

They didn’t have steel channel deep enough to go around a hydraulic rod in a way that gave me confidence, so I had to buy the square tubing instead. That meant I had to cut one side out of it. Time to fire up the plasma cutter.

I was delayed because the presence of God filled the car on the drive home, and I ended up spending some time praying before I got to work.

I made the mistake of searching online to figure out how much air pressure to use to cut 5/8″ steel. I figured all plasma cutters were about the same, so I settled for an Eastwood manual. It said to use 40 psi. I didn’t question it.

I clamped a wooden yardstick to the tubing to use as a guide. I figured there would be one quick swipe of the torch, and the stick wouldn’t burn. I was wrong about that. The torch kept clogging up. I had to replace the little copper orifice inside the tip. I couldn’t cut the tubing to save my life.

I got on the web and looked around, and a source said the kinds of problems I was having were caused by low air pressure. Okay.

The yardstick was largely carbonized by this time, so I grabbed a piece of steel strip and used that instead. Should have done that to begin with.

I turned the compressor up to 90 and let it rip. No problems this time. Unfortunately, I already had one boogered-up cut. Time for the angle grinders.

I decided to put my new Hercules (Harbor Freight) grinder up against my new Bosch, to see if there was a difference. All I could tell for sure was that the Bosch made more noise. I don’t think it worked better, but it was more pleasant to use. The paddle switch wasn’t as hard to get used to.

I used two free cutoff disks I got from the Walter company. They make top-notch flap disks, and they give away samples. I couldn’t tell whether the disks cut any better than the other ones I had, but they were free, and I love the flap disks.

It took a very long time to liberate the unneeded side from the tubing. Then I had to use the grinders to clean up the terrifying burrs. I guess that took 45 minutes.

Using angle grinders on metal is fun. It’s surprising how accurate you can be with such a violent tool. It’s very absorbing. Angle grinders are great because you can turn bubba’d-up messes into great-looking projects with them.

I want to get a 6″ Metabo for cutting metal. They’re incredibly fast. Today’s experience gives me motivation to go ahead and order one.

After the tubing was modified and cleaned up with a knot wheel, I put it on the belt grinder and did some deburring. Very nice. There is nothing like a 2×72.

Now I have a channel ready to be turned into a brace.

The cuts are not identical, but it doesn’t matter. Besides, it would be good practice to make a second brace, now that I know how much air the plasma cutter needs.

Tomorrow or the next day I need to cut an opening in the end cap and weld it onto the tubing. With a mill, it would take 15 minutes, and it would be gorgeous. I’ll probably have to use a hole saw and the plasma cutter. I also have to modify one end of the tubing so it will rest securely on the loader joint. Maybe I can do that with the belt grinder.

I can’t decide how to weld it. The welds don’t have to be strong. The tractor will push the cap toward the tubing, and the welds are only there to hold the cap on the tubing, so the tractor and the welds will be doing the same work. But I want to do a good job. I’m not ready to TIG it, but it would be neat if I could do the job with stick and 7018.

I guess I can practice on the metal I removed from the tubing. That will be helpful.

When I’m done, I’ll get out my can of Kubota orange implement paint. People will think I bought a Kubota brace.

I should take some chances with the project. If I ruin it, it will still be good practice, and it will only cost me maybe $14 to try again.

The weather was surprisingly good today. It got up to 99 in Ocala, but there was a high wind, and it was very dry. Another present from Hurricane Dorian. I’ll take it. Hot weather with very little sweat is better than hot weather with soaked clothing.

As is often the case, it was considerably cooler where I am than in town. My workshop thermometer read 88 today. I can’t explain it.

I don’t have an anvil. I am thinking I might like to try forging, though, and I would need something to beat metal on. I have a piece of 4″ square 1018 steel maybe 15″ long. I’m considering welding angle-iron tabs to it, drilling holes in them, and using them to screw the block to a stump. It would’t be as hard as an anvil, but it would work well enough to give me a chance to see whether I like forging, and it would give me some welding practice.

I don’t know how I’d move the stump and block into the workshop. I guess I need to move the stump indoors first.

The improved workshop is a joy to use, and God willing, it will be much better in a month or two. I really look forward to that.

Dorian Brings Much-Needed Fresh Air to Marion County

The forecast for Hurricane Dorian is looking so good, there is not much point in talking about it. The odds of problems here are dropping off to the point where I should start writing about other things.

Again, never watch the news when hurricanes approach. They will always lie and exaggerate, in order to benefit themselves. Always go to the Internet and look at sources as close to the actual data as possible.

This morning, it occurred to me that Bryan Norcross may be a major reason why TV heads shriek and whimper during hurricane season. Back in ’92, Andrew hit Miami, and afterward, Norcross was the main source of information for many people in the area. He worked as a meteorologist at Miami’s WTVJ. I don’t recall exactly what happened, but I seem to have a dim memory of other channels being knocked off the air.

Before Norcross, WTVJ’s main weather personality was Bob Weaver, a chatty, overweight New Yorker who was more than 20 years older. Norcross was young and thin, and the ladies liked him, so my guess is that Norcross was hired to be a glamour boy. Norcross supposedly didn’t like the ladies back, if you know what I mean. That piece of information popped up long after Andrew.

A lot of weathermen are gay. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s the most flamboyant position in many newsrooms. Weathermen are generally entertainers.

When Andrew hit and people were desperate for news, Norcross took the throne and became South Florida’s premier hurricane guru. He was adored. He was in the kind of situation in which women you have never met mail you their underwear. Media outlets interviewed him. One publication featured a photo of him on the beach in a Speedo.

The stories about his orientation broke a lot of hearts.

After Andrew, his career cooled off a lot, and it never again attained its post-Andrew heights, but for a while, he was big news all over America.

The rise of Bryan Norcross made it clear that hurricanes could make people considerably more famous and, potentially, wealthy. I’m sure other TV personalities noticed. Maybe that partially explains their undignified antics.

To get back to the storm, the projected path is firming up, and it is expected to turn north very soon and head for the general area of South Carolina. The storm is weakening. The top winds have dropped 30 mph, into the Category 4 region. Hurricane-speed winds only extend out 25 miles from the center, so there is a good chance that Florida won’t get them.

The Bahamas really got whacked. It’s astounding. The storm hit Grand Bahama as a 5, and then it just sat there. It’s bad to get hit by a storm at all, but at least they usually move on quickly. I can’t imagine spending an entire day in hurricane winds, especially with the flooding the Bahamas are getting.

The up side is that the Bahamas are sparsely inhabited. The population of Grand Bahama is under 30,000 people.

I have been praying for God to turn the storm north and away from land, and I feel very strong faith for it. I would like to see it move off the Bahamas so the people can get some relief.

I think people forget that hurricanes weaken as they go north. Also, my guess is that the winds generally slow down as storms get wider, due to the conservation of angular momentum. I don’t really know. Maybe Google can tell me.

Wow. Those search results look really boring. Never mind.

Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but the forecast for my area is considerably nicer than it would have been without a hurricane. July and August were very, very unpleasant for outdoor activities, but now we are expected to have strong breezes and considerable cloud cover for a while. I was able to work in my workshop during the last two days without coming back in completely soaked in sweat, and Dorian will extend that benefit and make it easier to wait for the pleasant days of October.

It should be breezy enough to make outdoor work somewhat difficult, but it will probably be very nice inside the workshop with the doors partially opened.

If I were going to stay here, I would get a propane generator and build a new shop. As it is, I’m thrilled to have several days of relatively pleasant weather, with 7 months of cool weather to follow not long after.

I spent over $40 on hurricane supplies. Don’t I feel silly.

Keep That Garbage to Yourself

Man, it’s tough dealing with people when you have faith in God.

Someone I know keeps texting me, telling me Hurricane Dorian is headed for me. This morning, she told me the TV heads said the storm didn’t turn away from Florida the way it was supposed to. This message arrived after I had already checked and confirmed that the storm was, in fact, still expected to turn.

I have no reason to doubt that she was telling the truth, given the historically disgraceful behavior of TV journalists and meteorologists. They do their best to mischaracterize hurricane news every year.

I have had to tell her more than once that I have been through many storms and watches and that I know what I’m doing. It’s strange that she doesn’t have faith in me. When you’re used to sitting in front of a screen searching out the best and most current hurricane information, you don’t need correction from people who listen to the ranting of TV know-nothings who have a long, long history of lying.

She is trying to help me, but it’s not helpful at all. My duty as a Christian is to fight worry, not to absorb and incubate it.

I’m concerned about the way she focuses on external problems and then magnifies them. She lives a very stress-filled life, and she always has. She needs to be set free.

Dorian is still projected to miss Florida and Georgia entirely. That’s what the ECMWF and GFS models say, and the NAM model agrees, as far as it goes. It doesn’t go past Tuesday, so it doesn’t say what will happen when Dorian passes Florida.

My area is now given about a 45% chance of tropical-storm-force winds. You know what that means? It means there’s a 45% chance that at some point, someone near me will measure a breeze of 39 mph or more lasting at least 60 seconds. So if we have 25-mph winds for a hour, and then we have 39-mph winds for a minute, and then we go back to 25-mph winds, the weather people will say we got tropical-storm-force winds.

It’s not a scary forecast.

Aside from the fact that our best science tells us the storm is very unlikely to hit me, there is also the more important fact that I keep hearing the same thing in prayer. Who tells storms where they can and can’t go? Not the NHC.

I got a little testy yesterday and criticized the hurricane-panic media somewhat more harshly than I should have. I didn’t get the facts wrong, but my tone wasn’t that nice. I was angry from years of being goaded and gaslighted during times of considerable stress, and I let that rule me. I should not have done that. I’ll try to avoid it from here on out.

I’m surprised at how hard people here are still working to prepare. I saw numerous generators at Home Depot yesterday, blocking aisles. Buying things like bread is still a hit-or-miss proposition. I saw some people with a rented truck full of new generators, sitting in the parking lot at Lowe’s. They must be here to price-gouge, which is a crime. You can’t make money paying retail for generators and then selling them for the same price.

Cubans are famous for price-gouging in Miami. The whole county turns into a black market after a storm.

Here’s what I wonder: are the people who are still preparing trying to be extra cautious, or are they just duped because they watch broadcast TV? They may think we’re about to get a direct hit for all I know.

You don’t buy a generator the week before a storm. You buy it when they go on sale or you wait for a Craigslist deal.

My own generator runs like a dream now, which is more evidence that we won’t get hit by major winds. The more you prepare, the less happens.

I got my drill press’s VFD wired up and installed yesterday, and I’m going to drill a hole in my generator’s cord cover so I can start it with a drill without removing any parts. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t do this. Starter cords can be exhausting to pull over and over, and they’re hard on joints and spines. You have to be very sure to pull the drill off the nut when the generator starts. You don’t want the generator spinning you around by the wrist.

When this storm passes, I’m going to look into a big Predator generator that puts out more juice. I want to be able to use big tools out of my truck, and I also want to be able to run one water heater if the power goes out. I haven’t checked my water heater, but the web says they put out 4500 watts. My generator tops out at 5500, which doesn’t leave much room for ceiling fans and the fridge. A big Predator will give me another 1750 watts.

I could actually create a separate 250V outlet for the water heater and use two generators. As long as the circuits are separate, it ought to work. A clever person would create a switch that moves the juice from the water heater to my smaller central air unit. I could turn on the water heater before showers, and at night, I could use the generator to keep my bedroom cool.

Predator is Harbor Freight’s brand. Should I be afraid to use a Harbor Freight generator? I don’t think so. All the Chinese “Chonda” generator brands appear to sell the same products. My generator is a Champion, and it is not particularly impressive. Definitely Chinese. It seems like there are really only two brands of portable generator: Honda, and everyone else. You will pay 4 times as much for a Honda, and the electricity will taste exactly the same.

A Predator will take a battery, too, so there would be no need to cut a hole to crank it with a drill.

You can tell Predator products are good, because Harbor Freight’s standard coupons exclude them. They always exclude the good stuff.

I wish more Christians understood that deliberate worry is a sin, not a virtue. It’s bad when other Christians worry on purpose, thinking it makes them better people, but when they try to put that mess on me, they’re compounding the sin. Trying to worry another Christian is a form of temptation. It’s not acceptable.

Really, if you want to help me, and you think worrying me is a good thing, you and I have different religious beliefs, and you will just offend me.

I’m not worried, although I am out of Pop Tarts. I’ll work on that, and then life should be perfect.

This is Why People Move to Tennessee

The Cone of Certain Death is narrowing, and I am sorry to say it’s narrowing around me.

Originally, Dorian was forecast to hit the coast to my east and then move toward me. Then the forecast path took a huge veer to the south, putting the center of the cone over Boca Raton, more or less. This was great news for me, because it gave the storm a long time to poop out over dry land before getting to me. Now they’ve decided it will still travel a long way over dry land, but they insist it will still have 75-mph maximum winds when it’s maybe 30 miles to my east. That’s just barely a hurricane, but it counts.

Wunderground.com is predicting maximum sustained winds of 40 to 60 mph here, for a few hours. I disagree, for reasons I will put forth below.

In prayer, I get very strong faith for no tropical-storm-force winds at either of my residential properties, but just in case, I have pulled out the big guns: Hillshire Farms smoked beef sausage.

I didn’t want to resort to this, but my hand was forced.

I have a lot of propane and butane, and I expect to have refrigeration no matter what happens. That means I’ll be able to grill. The truth is that I grill most hot meals now; I’m very spoiled by the lack of kitchen cleaning. I prefer the grill to the appliances. If I lose power and can’t rely on my electric stove and oven, I’ll go on with life as it is now, blasting everything with propane.

A couple of days ago, there was very little bottled water available around here. I just went to Publix (major grocery chain) and found pallets of purified water, so I got three cases. That brings me up to 5+, and I’m also going to fill a cooler with clean water on Tuesday night, if the forecast doesn’t look cheery.

They had the smoked sausages on sale for half price, so I snapped those up. It was probably a stupid thing to do, since grocery stores will be open next week no matter what, but it made me feel proactive and manly.

I’ve soured on hot dogs. They’re very small, and they don’t taste that great. Smoked sausages and brats are a lot better.

I got myself a wire for the generator, along with a plug and receptacle. The little 30-amp stuff sold out 15 minutes after Dorian was named, but I am a smart guy with a lot of stuff in his garage, so I didn’t need any of that. I can use one of my welder adapters to hook the generator up to a homemade 50-amp cord, and that will allow me to put the generator outside the workshop.

I’m not assembling the cord yet. I don’t think I’m going to need it, and I would like to return the parts to Lowe’s. I’m stuck with the wire, because they don’t accept wire returns. Maybe I’ll use it for something in the workshop. I still need to set up one more 20-amp socket.

I got myself 6 gallons of socialist ethanol gasoline. The station that sells real gas was out, of course, so I couldn’t buy it for my outdoor power tools. I could have gotten 11 gallons of toxic commie gas, but I didn’t want the hassle of trying to put it in my car’s tank after the storm misses us. I figure I can grab some more if things start to look bad.

While I was at Lowe’s, I met the realtor who sold my dad this house. He was buying romex, so I figured he was rigging up a generator. No, he is building a new workshop. His wife took over his existing shop. He talked about how great my property is and how he hadn’t seen anything else like it. He says the value is going up. I hope so.

He isn’t worried at all about the storm. He thinks Irma wiped out most of the loose trees, and like me, he lacks confidence in Dorian’s ability to stay strong after 200 miles of travel over land.

One nice thing about Dorian is that it’s very small. It may look big on satellite photos, but almost all of what you’re seeing is peripheral clouds that don’t amount to squat. The actual hurricane appears to be less than 10 miles wide. That means that if the eye is over 5 miles away, your winds are below 75 mph. Move out to 20 miles, and they’re much lower.

They say the storm will get bigger, but it’s not going to be a large storm. If it doubles in size, it will still only be 20 miles across, so you will have to be within maybe 25 miles of the eye to get whacked. This means most people in the dreaded cone aren’t going to have any problems at all.

If you watch the computer animations, you will see that Dorian isn’t expected to grow. Journalists say it is, but they always get it wrong. It may well be that the pack of weak, irrelevant clouds around it will grow in diameter, but that stuff is all horse manure. There is very little wind in it.

Journalists say the storm will grow. Guess where their information comes from? The same computer models I’m looking at, and those models say it’s going to stay small.

A storm under 20 miles across has to be pretty accurate to hit you with any real power.

Andrew was a murderous storm with winds not far below 200 mph, but it barely covered the lower half of Dade County. It was not big at all. People in Hollywood, a few miles north of the county line, just got a stiff breeze. Dorian is small and also much weaker than Andrew.

The GFS and ECMWF models are predicting something like 25 knots at my house. Even the places where it is expected to be strongest at this latitude are predicted to get 29 and 33 knots, tops.

Things are looking good. I believe God has told me my properties will be fine, and even if I’m wrong, this is a tiny, weak storm which is expected to miss me.

And I have smoked sausages.

If it quits raining, I will probably go out and confirm that my generator is working. That will be my 15 minutes of work for the day.

I see I forgot to write about my generator’s reanimation.

This generator had more than one problem, and that, coupled with my lack of knowledge, made it hard to diagnose. At first, it had a carb clogged by socialist gasoline full of environment-damaging ethanol. It also had gas in the crankcase. This was caused by the design of the machine, or, rather, by my failure to take heed of it. It has a fuel tank situated above the carb, and gravity is always pushing the gas down toward the engine. There is a valve that allows you to shut off the fuel supply, and if you don’t use it, gas can push past the carb’s float needle and into the crankcase.

I am used to modern engines that don’t flood their crankcases with oil, so I didn’t shut off the fuel petcock. Now I know better.

The original carb was also badly cast and machined, so it was hard to seal.

While I was working on the machine, and before I knew there was gas in the oil, I flooded everything by cranking the engine for long periods with a drill. That made the engine less likely to start.

On top of all this, I worked on the engine with the air filter removed. It would be torture to install and remove it 50 times during a repair job. Removing the air filter won’t keep the engine from starting, but I found out it will make it run lean so you can’t operate it with the choke off. If you do this for long periods, the excess fuel can thin the oil so much you get internal damage.

The first carb was a lemon and also full of ethanol crud. The second carb was probably fine until I worked on it. The third carb had no problems, but by the time I understood what was happening, there was gas and fuel in places where they were not supposed to be.

I finally got the engine running last night, and after it died a few times, I learned that I needed to put the air filter on it in order to make it run correctly. As far as I know, it’s fine now.

Using the drill to crank the engine was a stroke of genius. I plan to modify the generator so I can do this without removing the pull cord apparatus. I may just drill a hole in the apparatus cover, large enough to admit a socket and an extension, which would be attached to the drill.

Here is help for people with Honda-clone engines like mine.

1. Do not use ethanol gas.

2. If you use ethanol gas, use Biobor EB to treat it. Sta-bil does not really work.

3. Do not leave any gas in the generator if you’re going to let it sit for more than three weeks. Run it dry, but don’t stop there. Run a little pure Sea Foam through it, or take it apart and clean it with carb cleaner, including inside all the tiny fuel passages, or do whatever else you have to do to keep it clear. Running it dry, all by itself, will not necessarily prevent varnish from forming. I kid you not.

4. If your engine gets clogged, buy a Chinese carb on Ebay and replace it. They’re very cheap, and they’re generally exactly the same as OEM carbs.

5. If you have a gravity-feed generator, put a fuel filter in the fuel line. It’s very simple. It’s amazing that the manufacturers don’t do this.

6. If you have to work on the engine, remove the cover for the pull cord and crank the engine with a drill and socket.

7. If everything looks good, but the engine won’t start, pull the low-oil sensor wire. It’s on the side of the engine near the oil cap. These sensors screw up and give false readings.

8. If you leave your fuel valve open by mistake, check your oil. If it has gas in it, you need to change it before running the engine.

9. Your local car parts store won’t take oil with gas in it, so buy a galvanized bucket and use it to burn the oil outdoors. I didn’t tell you this.

10. Once you get the engine running, install the air filter before evaluating the speed and mixture and so on. The filter affects these things.

You now owe me more than you can ever repay. Good luck.

I’m not Going to be Taken Out by Something With a Name Like “Dorian”

Yesterday was an eventful day. I prepared for the arrival of Hurricane Dorian, and I also finished wiring up two 250V sockets for my power tools.

When you don’t know anything about hurricanes (or you have a bunch of kids), you prepare by buying several weeks’ worth of groceries, enough water for an army, a battery-powered radio, first aid supplies, 100 pounds of ice, 25 gallons of gas in cans, and 50 pounds of batteries. Leftists and libertarians also buy a lot of weed. I’ve been through a bunch of storms: Andrew, Rita, Wilma, Katrina, and Irma. Here is what I just bought: 5 cans of tuna, a box of Pop Tarts, two cases of bottled water, and a box of protein bars. I also got gas.

It’s just not worth it to overprepare. Even after Andrew, it was possible to drive 30 miles and buy whatever I needed.

There are some things you really do need to get in advance. I’m talking about chainsaws, mainly. The day after Irma, every chainsaw in the western hemisphere changed hands, and it was impossible to find one anywhere. Also, if you want a generator, you need to buy it at least one day before the NHC discovers the depression that will become your hurricane. Predicting that is a little tough.

Here is what I would need, if a storm got me: two ceiling fans, a refrigerator, and a stove. That means I would need a generator capable of supplying maybe 20 amps. The stove wouldn’t be part of the equation, because I have a butane stove and a gas grill. I just bought my second new Chinese carb for my generator, which is leaking gas out the front. The first new Chinese carb was somehow messed up, so I bet another $22 on another one. Beats paying someone a hundred bucks to take a month to fix the old one.

I have been using my supernatural tools to get God’s help with the storm. Yesterday my friend Travis felt the Holy Spirit call him to leave a college class and pray with me, so he walked out and called me. That was excellent.

The storm’s projected path was right over me for a while, but now it’s down by Tampa, and it’s also projected to make landfall pretty far south. Moving over land will sap its strength, and the added distance between me and the storm will reduce the effects here. I think this trend will continue.

I haven’t watched a single news program. What a waste of time that would have been. They always say the same thing: “Wherever you are, no matter what the storm track looks like, you will have hurricane-force winds, and you will probably die.” In order to improve ratings, they wave their hands and shriek like girls who think Justin Bieber may be nearby. It’s disgraceful.

You know who gets hurt in hurricanes? People who have absolutely no judgment. It’s really hard to get hurt in a hurricane. Stay in a sturdy shelter, and avoid flood areas. Keep a safe distance from downed wires. Do not be under falling trees. Bang. You’re safe. It’s really that simple. To hear journalists describe it, you would think hurricanes penetrate concrete bunkers to kill people who have spent years preparing. It’s like they’re confusing hurricanes with ninjas or the Terminator.

Here’s a story you will never read: “Bob Smith was killed by Hurricane Hillary last night. He was sleeping in his code-compliant concrete block home which isn’t in a flood plain, and he was nowhere near falling trees or downed power lines.”

Actually, in a really nasty storm, you can be hit by a tornado that breaks a concrete wall, but there is no way to prepare for that, short of sleeping in a parking garage. It has probably never happened, anyway.

My impression, based on prayer, is that I’m in the clear. Of course, I am praying for other people, too.

I found an amazing site that predicts the future. I went to Heavy.com because Google said they had hurricane info, and they had a “live” radar animation for Dorian. I wanted this because the NHC has stopped issuing updates every three hours. For some reason, they’re farther apart. That’s probably good news for me, because it almost certainly means the NHC is having trouble predicting the storm’s path. If that’s true, then the storm may be headed even farther away from me than I thought.

According to the “live” video, Dorian is going to hit Boca Raton and then move up the state like a spinning, highly destructive suppository. When it gets to me, it will be a mere thunderstorm.

What a great site. I wish I could zoom in really close and maybe get a shot of a newspaper on a park bench, with racing results and stock market reports for next week.

It would be great for me if the storm landed between Miami and Ocala, because it would spare my residential real estate in both areas. Not great for the Bocans, however.

Click to see the future.

I ate some of the Pop Tarts already.

I am now substantially less prepared.

It’s irritating to deal with people who constantly goad you not just to prepare, but to be upset and rushed. It’s not happening. Don’t waste your time. Worry and hurry are for the flesh. I am not an animal. I’m the patience and peace of God, according to his word. I slept like a rock last night, and I plan to remain in peace no matter what.

Thinking that worry, and worrying other people, are good things is a serious character flaw. It’s toxic. Unfortunately, people who carry and spread worry are usually self-righteous about it. They think it’s a virtue, and that people should be admired for it. They think worry proves you’re a good person. Actually, worry is faith in Satan. Sorry to tell you that. Faith in God IS righteousness, so what is faith in Satan? Sin. You can’t impress a knowledgeable Christian with your righteousness by worrying, and you definitely can’t shame me for not worrying. It’s like being ashamed of being potty-trained.

Being proud of worrying is like being proud you don’t bathe.

Over and over in the Bible, God commands his children not to worry. Where, exactly, does he tell them to worry?

Enough about the weather. The real news is that I got my electrical sockets installed. I wish I could convey the relief I feel. You would think something like this wouldn’t mean much to a Christian who is supposed to be all holy and focused on the things of God and whatnot, but it’s a very big deal. I feel I’m breathing again, after two years of having a pillow over my face. It’s wonderful.

I rigged up a 50-amp socket and a 20-amp socket. I can use my welders, my table saw, my band saw, my belt grinder, my drill press, and probably something else I’m forgetting. Without these things, I’ve felt helpless. It was like being handcuffed. I might even be able to cut thin stuff with plasma.

If you can’t weld, life is bad. If you can’t grind, life is bad. If you can’t cut wood, life is bad. If you have no compressor, see previous sentence. There are some things you just need to be able to do. Good tools change lives. A series of $50-$1000 jobs performed by other people (or abandoned) becomes a series of free jobs performed by you, at your convenience.

The sockets are in my workshop. Now I need a couple in my garage, so I can get my lathe and mill moved up here. Man, that will be nice. God willing.

My friend Mike was asking about my belt grinder. You need one of these. If you’re not financially endowed, get a 1″x42″ grinder for $40. It won’t be idea, but it will do a lot more than you know, and it will still be useful after you get a big grinder. If you have money to spend, get a 2″x72″ job with at least two horsepower and a variable frequency drive. You’ll be able to do amazing things with any material you can name.

Belt grinders tend to be expensive. If you buy one off the shelf, you can expect to blow maybe $1500. I spent $500, plus about $80 for a fantastic 3HP motor, plus maybe $200 for the VFD. I put a little money into a plywood platform and a VFD enclosure. That was pretty cheap, and my grinder will do exactly what a $3000 Burr King will do, except mine has more power and much more versatility. You don’t have to have variable speed. You can skip that, get a 2HP 125V motor (totally enclosed, for protection from grit and dust), and do just fine. Save yourself hundreds and then wait to upgrade later.

Most people don’t have 3HP motors. I have one because it was easier to find than a 2HP motor. I bought a beautiful 2HP Mitsubishi motor, and the Ebay seller packed it in a flat rate box with no support. The Postal Service broke a foot off the cast iron base, so a claim was filed, and I got my money back. The Postal Service did not want the broken motor, so I had to do something with it. I used stainless MIG wire to weld the foot back on, and it held perfectly, so now I have a nice 2HP motor doing nothing. I ordered the 3HP motor to replace it.

If you’re a good (or mediocre) woodworker, you can literally make a belt grinder out of plywood, and it will work as well as any 2×72 made. It will last for decades. Belt grinders experience virtually no mechanical stress, except for the relatively light pressure you put on the wheel or platen while grinding. You just need a rigid object that will hold two pulleys and a tool arm in place. You could build one from scrap for almost nothing. I guarantee you, someone on Youtube has done it. I’ll look.

Okay, here it is. One of many.

As long as those wooden pulleys have metal bearings, they will last a hundred years. Pulleys take very little abuse. The contact wheel is another story, since you have to apply pressure to it.

You don’t understand how badly you need a belt grinder unless you have used one.

A vertical band saw is also a greatly underrated tool. You should be able to find a good 14″ saw on the web for $400 or less. It won’t be quite as accurate as a table saw, and it will throw more dust, but it will do many things a band saw will do, plus a lot more. It will cut curves. It will allow you to turn logs into boards. It’s also much, much safer than a table saw, and it takes up less room.

Now I need to repair the mobile base on my table saw. The movers broke it, and I had to order parts. The movers failed to come through with the papers for an insurance claim, so I decided to stop fighting with them and move on. They were really bad at their job, and I have serious doubts about their honesty.

It’s hard to believe I had a less-than-sublime experience with a business running out of Hialeah, but there it is.

The Air is Full of the Tantalizing Scent of Future Competence

My John Deere garden tractor put me in a position where I needed to weld. I should have summoned my testosterone and used TIG, but I ended up doing something that brought me more short-term joy. I bought a new MIG welder from Harbor Freight. I have already mentioned it here.

I have a Lincoln PowerMIG 180C, which is a small 240V MIG welder. It’s a fine welder, but you can’t run it from a typical wall outlet. You have to use a 240 outlet or a generator. I have no 240 outlets, and ethanol gas killed my generator, so I can’t use it until my new Chinese carb arrives.

Never fix a carburetor when you can buy a new one for a few dollars on Ebay. The quality is exactly the same, and you can be back in action for as little as $11, depending on the machine.

You have to be an idiot to fix an $11 carburetor. Really.

Of course, I have tried.

I got myself a new Harbor Freight Titanium Unlimited 200 welder.

For reasons known only to Harbor Freight itself, the company decided to launch two new lines of welders at about the same time, to complement their really cheap Chicago Electric machines. The new Titanium brand is much better than Chicago Electric (“Chicago” is how Chinese manufacturers spell “Shenzhen”), but it has the same sad 90-day warranty. The new Vulcan brand is a bit better than the Titanium brand, and the warranty is one year.

People are confused by the new welder lines. It seems like Harbor Freight is trying to compete with itself. Anyway, the new welders are about as good as other serious Chinese manufacturers, and the prices are great.

Harbor Freight is now making a number of tools that compete head-on with major manufacturers. In the past, you accepted the fact that your new Harbor Freight tool was not very good and wouldn’t last long, but now you can choose various levels of quality, and some things they sell are very, very good. They’re not as cheap as the lower-level stuff, but they’re considerably cheaper than DeWalt and Bosch.

The Unlimited 200 does MIG, flux core, DC TIG, and DC stick, all for $640 (with the obligatory coupon). It comes with a TIG torch, a MIG gun, and a stick stinger, so you don’t need much stuff to get it running. The one thing it lacks is a TIG pedal, but you can live without that.

I went back and got a cart for it. Welding carts are a problem. They’re generally cheap junk or severely overpriced industrial items. The cart that came with my Lincoln (a prestige brand) was not very good, and I guarantee you, it came from China. I got rid of it and got a better cart from Eastwood. I ended up with two Eastwood carts because they sent me an extra one. That gave me sufficient cart space for the Lincoln, my AlphaTIG, and a plasma cutter, but the Titanium was on the workshop floor. I had to do something.

Harbor Freight has come out with a spectacular Vulcan cart for $90. It beats the pants off my old Lincoln cart. It holds 350 pounds. That means you can put a heavy welder and a 125 cubic foot bottle on it. It comes with a bunch of sturdy hooks for cords. It even has a little plastic toolbox for welding consumables. It doesn’t take up a lot of room, and it’s very easy to move around. I love it. I stuck the Titanium on it, along with the 80 cubic foot C25 bottle from the Lincoln.

The Eastwood carts hold more stuff than the Vulcan cart, but they’re crude and a bit clumsy. You can put two big bottles on an Eastwood cart, which is something you can’t do with the Vulcan.

I used the Titanium to weld my tractor exhaust, and then I decided to get some rods and learn to stick weld with it. My only previous stick experience was not good. I had to fix my bush hog, and the welds I got looked like someone had blown his nose, and instead of mucus, hot steel had come out.

They say that if you want to be any kind of welder, you start with stick, period. MIG is easier, and for many people, it will do everything they want. It will produce very pretty welds. But because MIG is so easy, it discourages people from learning stick and TIG. Because it’s so easy to learn, MIG can turn out to be a roadblock to your progress.

There are some very good things about stick. When you TIG, you have to have metal which is completely bare. It has to shine. You have to grind it or sand it. It’s a real pain. When you MIG, you have to have the metal fairly clean, although not nearly as clean as TIG. When you stick weld, you can–I am not kidding–weld through paint. Stick is the honey badger of welding. You got rust, grease, and three coats of latex house paint? Stick don’t care. Stick welds right through it.

Another good thing about stick is that it requires no gas bottles. Also, the welders are really cheap, because they’re just power sources. You can get a Lincoln (not Chinese) 155-amp stick welder for under $350. My feeling is that if you’re only going to learn one type of welding, it should be stick.

MIG is great, but it won’t weld through rust and paint.

People seem to look down on stick. I think they think it makes crude, ugly welds. That’s not really true. You can make nice welds with stick, and they’re structurally strong, too.

They say that if you want to be a TIG welder, stick will help prepare you. I am a terrible TIG welder. I want to be better at it. TIG can do things no other common welding process can do. You can make beautiful welds on relatively tiny objects. Try using MIG to put a trigger guard on a rifle. No way! People do it with TIG all the time.

If you’re really good, you can weld two soda cans together with TIG, and they will look great. Welders do this to show prospective employers how good they are.

Yesterday I set the Titanium up for stick, and I got out two kinds of 3/32″ rods: Vulcan (Harbor Freight) 6011 and Lincoln 7018AC. I had heard that 6011 was good for thin metal, so I figured it would be good to learn how to use it. It’s harder to weld thin metal than thick.

Man, what a mess I made. I fired up the welder with the 6011, and I couldn’t strike an arc to save my life. Youtube professors say to act like you’re striking a match, but when I did that, the rod almost always welded itself to the steel. When I finally got it going, it stopped and started no matter what I did. I got wide, hideous, low welds that looked about like the mess I made on the bush hog. The metal got red hot, even half an inch from the welds.

I never did get the 6011 to work. I tried the 7018 rods, and while they were also hard to start, they made fairly normal-looking welds. That was encouraging. There was some hope I could stick weld, if only with the limitation that I could only use 7018 rods.

I went back to 6011. More sticking. I even managed to strike an arc on my welding lamp at one point, because I yanked the rod off the metal and waved it over the table without thinking.

I got very frustrated. I had to fiddle with everything over and over, because the rods kept getting stuck. Sometimes I flipped my mask up. Eventually, I did the unthinkable. In my annoyance, I forgot to flip the mask down. I struck an arc and realized I was only protected by reading classes from Dollar Tree.

This is called “flashing yourself.” Your eyes get a big dose of UV rays, and then, if the exposure is severe enough, you spend a day or two feeling like there is sand in your eyes. It’s very unpleasant. Tears flow all the time. One of the worst things about it is that you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen until several hours after you weld.

I turned everything off, went inside, located some painkillers, and waited. Fortunately, nothing happened.

Of course, I used my supernatural tools. I prayed for healing. I commanded injury to leave me. I commanded my eyes to be healed.

I felt things moving around in me. It was very obvious. Some kind of serious battle was going on.

You can tell when demons are upset, believe me. I wish I could say there are no demons associated with me, but they still show up. With God’s help, I fought them for quite a while.

It’s too bad most Christians–the same people who worship a man who believed in demons–don’t believe in demons. They’re very real, and they are messing up your life right now. You don’t have to be an epileptic or a schizophrenic to have demons. Unfortunately, they’re for everyone.

Today I went out and tried to stick weld again, and things went a lot better. I got some advice, and I was told to increase the amperage. The 7018 rods worked so well, I can now say I can weld with them. The beads are almost as nice as MIG beads. I still can’t deal with 6011. The first rod worked fine, and after that, more flat, hot welds and stuck rods.

I’m wondering if Harbor Freight sold me a box of funny rods. One rod should be just like the next.

I found a good cheap metal supplier here, and being from Ocala, the people there could not be nicer. I should invent a project and go get some metal from them. I need to start doing fillet and lap welds with 7018.

I plan to get some new gas bottles. My argon bottle is 125 cubic feet, which is as big a bottle as I am willing to try to move. I have an 80-foot bottle of C25 on the Titanium. I want to get a 125 for the Lincoln, plus a 20-foot bottle of argon for the TIG. If I have a 20-foot bottle, I won’t be caught flatfooted when the big bottle runs out. I’ll just connect the small bottle and take the big one to be swapped. When the little one conks out, I’ll have it swapped. I’ll have to make two drives instead of one, but that’s not a big deal, and it beats shutting a project down for a day.

I might get a 20-foot C25 bottle for the Titanium. One of the great things about this welder is its weight (under 25 pounds). I can put my generator, the Titanium, and a bottle in my truck if I have to. Maybe that’s a stupid idea, though, because I can always use rods instead of MIG.

I may also keep stainless wire on the Titanium and carbon steel on the Lincoln. That would be convenient. Switching wire spools is not fun at all.

I need to get my 240 outlets installed. Guess I should call about that tomorrow.

It’s nice to be welding again. Next, I need to get the belt grinder working. After that, it’s time to get my machine tools moved up here.

Sooner or later, I’ll be up and running at full speed again. That will feel great.

Your Desires are You

Today I saw a life-changing video on Youtube, so I am here to pass the information on.

The other day, while I was praying, I described modern Christianity as “going to church and sitting while someone talks to us.” I assume this characterization came from the Holy Spirit, because it startled me. It’s a pretty accurate description of the way nearly all churchgoing Christians live. You find someone you think is closer to God than you are, and you sit and listen to him once a week. You don’t go out and heal the sick and raise the dead, as the disciples did. That’s because you’re not really a disciple. You’re just looking for handouts.

I’ve been baptized by a group called The Last Reformation, and they are connected with other individuals who go out and heal people and help them to know God. They don’t have a network of churches yet, thank God. I like to watch them at work. You can find them on Youtube under The Last Reformation, Windsor on Fire, Tom Loud, Cardboard Box Church, Kenneth Boortz, Peter Ahlman, and Pete Cabrera, Jr.

What they do is the same thing the first disciples did. They heal the sick instantly. They get people baptized with water and the Holy Spirit. They teach them to pray in tongues. They cast out demons. Most importantly, they expect the people they help to become like them. The whole purpose of Christianity is reproduction; the earth is like God’s uterus. We are not supposed to elect a pope or become a pastor’s slaves and worship him while he fixes our problems. Every one of us is supposed to be like Jesus. We’re supposed to work miracles and so on.

We’re supposed to deal directly with Yahweh. There are no middlemen in God’s kingdom.

There is another healer I like. His name is John Mellor. He has a bunch of great videos. I’ve noticed a problem with him, however. Actually, he has two problems. First, he has a shrewish wife who criticizes and orders him around in his videos. She has a real problem. Second, he doesn’t teach people to do what he does.

The other healers show others how to heal. For example, Tom Loud may heal someone of back pain, and then he’ll take that person to someone else who has knee pain, and he’ll have the first person heal the second. That’s how the system is supposed to work.

Jesus is basically a Republican. Republicans give more to charity than Democrats, but we believe it’s better to make people strong than to give them handouts that encourage them to remain weak and dependent. Jesus was happy to heal people while he walked the earth, but those healings were one-time handouts, and we don’t know if all the people he healed were saved or became strong in the Holy Spirit. For all we know, many of them are in hell right now. His main goal was to change people so they were like him. Every Christian should be able to heal, work miracles, prophesy, and so on. Every Christian should be free from the compulsion to sin.

It’s nice to heal people, but the main reason for healing is to bring people to salvation. It’s to make them understand that Jesus is real and alive and that he is God, so they can give their lives to him and be changed and saved.

It does a quadriplegic no good at all to regain the ability to walk, if he continues in sin and then goes to hell.

I like the fruitful healers. Not only do they fix people’s bodies and minds; they help people to become like Jesus.

Today I watched a Pete Cabrera video. It was about identity. He pointed out something very important: when you become a Spirit-filled Christian, you don’t wait for God to heal you or other people. You don’t just become a healer. You become healing itself.

Often, Jesus talked about himself this way. For example, he didn’t say he was a guide, an honest person, and a giver of life. He said he was the way, the truth, and the life. He didn’t say he brought the word of God. He said he was the word of God.

We’re waiting for external resources to arrive, when we are supposed to be resources.

There is a lady who says she visited hell briefly. She shot herself in the chest when she was a teenager, and while she was receiving emergency treatment, she entered hell. She says that when she was in hell, she didn’t just experience fear. She was fear. She became fear.

When Jesus visited me, love and peace radiated from him and penetrated and filled me. He didn’t just bring love and peace. He was love and peace.

We are what we think and feel. The word says, “As a man thinks, so is he.”

If you’re a Christian who functions properly, you don’t just have authority; you are authority. You don’t just have faith; you are faith. You don’t just have love; you are love. God is authority, faith, and love, among other things, and we are part of God. We don’t understand what we are, so we let the flesh…a mindless bag of unrefrigerated meat…make us something else. The flesh makes us anger, fear, sexual perversion, greed, gluttony, laziness, and so on.

When you try to get healed of deafness, for example, you don’t have to say, “I don’t have deafness,” or, “I am healed of deafness.” You say, “I am not deafness. I am the healing and wellbeing of Jesus Christ.” When you have an evil urge or feeling, and I will use anger as an example, you don’t have to say, “I am delivered from anger.” You can say, “I am not anger. I am the love and patience of God.”

The Bible says we can become (not “have”) the righteousness of God. Look it up.

The Bible tells us the Holy Spirit has fruit. In some places, “fruit” refers to human beings we reach and help to save, but the fruit of the Spirit are personal attributes. Actually, the word doesn’t divide the fruit up. It says the fruit of the Spirit “is” love and so on. The Spirit has a certain nature, and that nature manifests in the fruit, and that fruit can be described as “love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control” (Galatians 5:22).

Here, Paul is describing a person. God, who is a person, is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and self-control. If you are of God, you can be these things, too. “Peace” doesn’t just mean an emotional state; it includes physical wellbeing and wholeness. It means every kind of prosperity.

We don’t squash the flesh, so we continue to let it rule us, and the flesh loves and obeys Satan. To serve the flesh is to serve Satan. There is no neutral gear in this universe. You’re in forward or reverse, like it or not.

Some people manifest submission to the flesh by seriously thinking Kim Kardashian and Miley Cyrus are really neat. Others manifest it by making Christianity something that requires a lot of hard work, under a God who doesn’t help much.

The carnal Christianity of pride, rules, and hard work isn’t helpful. The Bible says it’s impossible to please God in the flesh. See Romans 8:8. Most denominations teach us to please God in the flesh. Work hard, build churches and orphanages God never told you to build, start TV shows God hates (because God “needs a platform”), obey a list of rules God doesn’t care about, and don’t presume to think you can be like the apostles, because they were superheroes with special powers.

If God didn’t tell you to do a thing, doing that thing doesn’t please him. I don’t care how holy it seems. Jesus said he would condemn certain people who healed the sick, raised the dead, and cast out demons because he never knew them. If you’re not hearing God, you don’t know him, so when you try to do things for him, you’re just guessing.

I have my problems, and I am not where I think I should be, but I can honestly say I know God. He is a personal acquaintance. I met Jesus twice, and I hear the Holy Spirit every day.

When you let the flesh continue to rule, you are unbelief, fear, anger, jealousy, lust, pride, and all the other bad traits the Bible condemns. Homosexuals are perversion. Liars are dishonesty. Sluggards are laziness. Addicts are their addictions.

If I have a physical illness, I am that illness. That’s not how I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be part of Yeshua. What illness could touch him?

When you’re a Christian, you say you’re part of the body of Christ. If you have a tumor caused by spirits, you’re the body of those demons.

A body is a servant. Your body belongs to whomever it serves.

I can see why fasting works. It’s a way of reminding the flesh and Satan who is in charge.

In property law, there is a doctrine called adverse possession. It works like this: a worthless person squats on your land for 7 years, and you know about it and do nothing. When it’s over, they own the land. It may sound incredible, and I don’t know if it’s still the law in every state, but it’s true.

In order to defeat adverse possession, you can enter your property and show that you own it. When I was a student at Columbia University, they told us that Columbia owned the land under Rockefeller Center. The land was leased. They said that every year, Columbia closed Rockefeller Center for one day. That was to prove Columbia owned it and defeat adverse possession.

I don’t know if that particular story is true, but it shows what fasting is all about. Demons try to squat in every single human being. I don’t care how holy you think you are. When you fast, you prove you still hold the title to your flesh. You reinforce the authority God has given you.

You’re going to have to fast occasionally. Just accept it. It’s not something you do only until you become a super-Christian. You’ll probably have to keep doing it for the rest of your life. That’s not pleasant news, but on the other hand, your fasts don’t all have to be miserable or long. God is likely to tell you to fast for short periods, not just long ones. You can get a surprising amount done by mid-afternoon.

The Bible says we are not to give Satan place. It’s the same principle. You’re not supposed to kick Satan out of most of the temple and then say, “I still want to eat three pizzas a day and weigh 400 pounds, because that’s not sin.” You can’t keep using drugs like marijuana and nicotine. You have to stop getting bombed on Saturday nights. If Satan owns any part of you, he has a foothold, and he never stops trying to take new territory. The battle never stops until you leave this earth. Either you’re increasing, or he is.

We’re supposed to be like Jesus. We’re not supposed to spend our lives going to church once a week and sitting while someone talks to us. We’re supposed to heal the sick, cleans lepers, raise the dead, and cast out devils. All of us; not just a few greasy characters on Christian TV.

If we acknowledge who and what we are, then we have the authority to do what we were created to do. We can do greater things than Jesus, as he said we would.

I used to think of Christianity as a way to make life go well while I pursued my goals and tried to find my way. That’s not right. It means giving your life to God and getting him to lead you while you pursue his goals. You can’t have authority unless you’re doing your job. If you want God to back you up with his power, you need to do what he sent you to do.

I am going to have to get together with active Christians again and get to work.

It’s interesting how the Catholics and the Orthodox turned Christianity into a spectator sport. The priests might as well perform their acts in stadiums, wearing helmets and shoulder pads. We could go root for them and wave pennants, secure in the knowledge that we would never be required to get on the field with them. That’s really how Catholicism works. You do whatever you want all week, and then you go see the quarterback, and he talks to God for you and makes you think you’re free to go back out and sin some more.

I know many Catholics do their best to avoid sin, but for most, the system works as I described it. Believe me, I know many Catholics. Fornication is normal. Drunkenness is fine. Listen to whatever music you like. Watch whatever entertainment you like. Just make sure you confess and do penance a couple of times a year.

Now that I think about, it many priests do wear helmets.

Protestants have gone the same way. We don’t say, “Can you teach me how to heal the sick?” We say, “When is Doctor Brother Pastor his Holiness Hinn coming to town so he can heal me?”

Heathens thought Paul and Barnabas were Hermes and Zeus, because they did things human beings couldn’t do. We’re the same way, sometimes with powerful preachers, but more often with preachers who can barely do anything. “I follow Paul Washer.” “I follow the pope.” “I follow Father Corapi.” “I follow Daniel Kolenda.” “I know Tom Loud.” We’re not supposed to fawn on Christian celebrities who have special status. We’re all supposed to be sons and daughters of God, literally.

When you follow someone else, it gives you an excuse to stop developing in your own right.

I really like this video. Maybe this post has gone beyond what Pete Cabrera says in it, but he started me down the path.

Love Turns to Hate in a Hurry

I really miss Israel today.

This morning while eating my usual kibbutz-style breakfast, I watched a video from One for Israel, a Messianic group that works in Israel. It was about reasons for the general distaste Jews feel for Jesus.

I had heard much of the material before, but it was interesting to hear it again and see a Jew openly say, without contradiction, that most Jews strongly dislike Jesus. This is something most Jews keep to themselves, probably because it would encourage anti-Semitism. Even Shmuley Boteach, who is a zealous anti-evangelist, speaks as though he respects Jesus. Yeah, he has me totally fooled. I admit, though, it’s good manners.

If you know Jewish people well, you know how they really feel, because occasionally they will tell you things that make it obvious. For example, a friend of mine dated a gentile, and when she visited his mother’s house, she had to hide her cross necklace because his mother considered a cross to be essentially the same thing as a swastika.

She must have had the cross confused with the Confederate flag or a Trump hat!

The One for Israel speaker told the story of Rabbi Akiva, who is a legendary figure to the Orthodox. He is considered to be about as righteous as possible. He is said to be the only one of 4 rabbis who visited paradise and escaped unharmed.

There have been many false messiahs, and they have attracted a lot of followers. They have caused many problems. For example, the pretender Moses of Crete led his followers to jump off a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean. He said they were going to walk to Israel. Of course, they drowned or fell on rocks and were crushed.

Simon Bar Kochba was one of the most harmful pretenders.

Until today, I didn’t know Bar Kochba got his name from Akiva. I read it on the web. “Bar Kochba” means “son of a star.” It comes from Numbers 24:17: “There shall come a star out of Jacob.” Akiva proclaimed that Bar Kochba was, in fact, the Messiah.

This is a remarkable thing, because people continue to give Akiva’s words tremendous weight today. He was wrong about something which, as the history of rabbinical Judaism shows, is extremely, extremely important to religious Jews, yet many continue to rely on his guidance very strongly.

Every fully human spiritual leader makes mistakes. Moses blew it more than once. But getting the identity of the Messiah wrong is not something Jews have generally been willing to let slide.

You can’t do it today and go unpunished. Not if your chosen Messiah is Jesus, anyway. Not only will you be shunned; you will be told you’re not longer a Jew. No exceptions. No excuses. Your father, mother, sisters, brothers, wife or husband, and children are among those who will probably abandon you and revile you first. You can count on your rabbi cutting you off, possibly after a deprogramming effort.

According to One for Israel, many Messianics supported Bar Kochba at first, but when Akiva proclaimed him the Messiah, they left the movement. They couldn’t be associated with a movement that denied the identity of Jesus. Bar Kochba was killed, and his uprising failed. One for Israel says Akiva took revenge by declaring Messianics enemies of the Jews. They say he saw to it that they were expelled from synagogues and completely shunned. They were considered traitors.

This sounds a lot like what happened in Rome. When Rome burned, a libel arose, claiming Christians were behind it. It’s also like what happened after World War I in Germany. The country fell apart for obvious reasons, yet somehow, Jews were successfully blamed.

Some might say Bar Kochba and Akiva were the real culprits in the rise and fall of the Bar Kochba’s ill-fated kingdom, since they caused the problem, but people evidently listened to, and excused, Akiva.

Anyway, One for Israel says Akiva’s activities are one of the reasons Jesus is hated by religious Jews. Is the story true? Hey, I wasn’t there. Use Google and see what you conclude.

It’s hard to know what to believe when it comes to Jewish legend. The Talmud contains disagreements, which should be impossible, if it’s divinely inspired. God doesn’t disagree with himself. Woody Allen does, but God doesn’t. Also, the stories can be so improbable you would have to be extremely trusting to accept them. For example, legend says Akiva was illiterate and penniless until he was 40, and then a few years later, he was a great rabbi and very rich, with many followers. That never happened. If you’re going to make up a story, you should do better than that.

The Jewish perception of Yeshua is a fascinating phenomenon. You can worship Satan and curse God and still be considered a Jew. You can be an atheist or Muslim and be considered a Jew. You can claim Bar Kochba is the Messiah and still be welcomed and revered. You can even worship Menachem Schneerson, a deceased Lubavitcher Rebbe, and claim he hears your prayers, and be accepted. Yeshua is the only dealbreaker. Somehow he is special.

I saw another One for Israel video the other day. A young Jewish actor accepted Yeshua, and afterward, his friends and family told him he was an idiot and so on. They completely rejected him. This is common and normal. There are many, many similar stories. A rabbi who converted made a video in which he said his elderly grandfather reacted to his decision by grabbing a plate, without hesitation, and throwing it against his grandson’s forehead, leaving him injured. He said a group of rabbis came to him and his wife, performed a home invasion, and spat on them.

To get back to the actor, belief in Yeshua wasn’t his first religious involvement. He had gotten into all sorts of pagan beliefs. No one had a problem with it. You have to remember that Elijah is praised for killing 850 prophets of Baal, who were no different from this man. God was thrilled with him for doing this. Phinehas ran a mixed couple through with a spear, and God was pleased. In the Old Testament, people who worshiped other spirits were not accepted. They were executed. But the actor had no problems with other Jews, who live in an Old Testament universe, until he got involved with Yeshua!

What was he doing that made them so mad? Was he burning crosses in their yards? Was he standing outside their homes telling them they were going to hell? Was he saying humanity need to deal with The Jewish Question? Was he voting Republican and blackballing Jews when they tried to join his country club? Not exactly. He was praying a lot, worshiping Yahweh (the God of the Jews) and not taking drugs any more. This is the lifestyle of the man who infuriated them.

That thing about country clubs comes up a lot, believe it or not. I’ve heard it from multiple sources. It’s hard to believe how many people reject a religion based on their grandparents’ inability to play golf in certain places. But then some have converted in order to play golf.

Another Internet-video convert was placed in a mental hospital for weeks, against his will. His family and doctor did it to him, and somehow, they got away with it. I heard a similar story in my own life. I know a gentile who married a Jewish woman, and when he accepted Yeshua, she took him to a psychiatrist who agreed that his beliefs proved he was mentally ill. A licensed Florida psychiatrist tried to “cure” him of Christianity! He had to put a special book cover on his Bible so his wife wouldn’t know what he was reading. He is not allowed to be a Christian in his own house.

Persecution wasn’t his only problem. He was whipped. I hope he eventually stood up to his wife. It’s shameful when a man lets his wife order him around. There is no excuse for it if you’re not an invalid.

His name is Stu, if you’re wondering. He lives in Broward County. I’m not making him up.

I don’t really think Akiva, who was a mere man, did all this damage by himself. There are spirits out there that do the heavy lifting in this world. But it looks like Akiva was an instrument.

The video is very good. I’ll post it in case you want to watch.

Tractor Pipe Project Nears Completion

I need to go to a car parts store and return a borrowed tool, and it’s raining, so I’m stalling. Yesterday when I picked the tool up, it was raining much harder. I parked 30 feet from the door, and I used a golf umbrella. I still got soaked. I didn’t know it was possible for it to rain that hard, and I’ve been through hurricanes.

I went to a car parts store because I needed a tool to expand an elbow on an exhaust part I bought. I am replacing my John Deere 430’s $256 muffler with some Amazon stuff I cobbled together, and the elbow would not slip onto the tractor’s exhaust pipe. They are both 1.5″ pipe. In order to fit over the exhaust pipe, the elbow has to be expanded. Some online genius suggested using a tailpipe expansion tool.

This tool is made up of a bunch of long steel pieces surrounding a screw. You insert the whole rig into your pipe, and when you turn the screw, the long pieces push outward. I learned something interesting: the Chinese make these from pot metal, not steel. If you buy the Harbor Freight version, you will be lucky if it works even once, because pot metal snaps like graham crackers. You need an American tool, or at least a good Chinese one. Car parts stores will lend tools if you leave a deposit.

The tool did not work for me. It’s supposed to work for pipes as small as 1.5″, but apparently, that number refers to the inner diameter, not the outer diameter. That’s pretty stupid, since pipes are sold by outer diameter. At least mine were! There is no way to get the tool into my Amazon elbow.

I was pretty bummed out when I saw that the tool wouldn’t go in. I would like to visit Tennessee, and I can’t go while my yard is a mess. I guess I could mow the yard with no muffler, but I want to defeat the tractor and make it eat its liver.

People said I should go to a muffler shop, because they expand pipes all the time. I did that. The lady up front said, “of course,” when I asked her about it, but the guy who ran the shop basically said “no” and waited for me to leave. They didn’t have a machine that fit the pipe, and they didn’t know of any shops here that did fabrication. My guess is that he did know, but he was just mad that I came in with a weird job. Or maybe he always looks that unhappy.

You run a muffler shop in a small town for decades, and you don’t know any of the fabrication shops in the area. Yeah. I buy that.

I decided to pray for them when I left, as well as the Haitian lady who was in front of me in line with a bag from a loaf of white bread on her head. Rain, you understand. I could tell right away she was Haitian. A Jamaican would have a nice hat or just let the rain hit her. She wouldn’t put a bread bag on her head.

When I got home, I tried to come up with other answers. I considered heating the pipe and beating it onto a brass bar, but it didn’t sound like it would work.

I needed a short piece of bent pipe made to fit on another 1.5″ pipe, and it had to have an expanded end that would take a clamp. I pondered this as I stood in my shop, near my discarded muffler, which had a short intake pipe that was bent and had an expanded end that would take a clamp.

Eventually, I saw the obvious.

I took one of my 4…or is it 3…angle grinders and cut the intake pipe off John Deere’s $256 can. I ground the burrs off of it. I cleaned it with dishwashing liquid, and then I hit it with my new old buffer, which has an 8″ wire wheel. When I was done, I had what you see in the photo.

Bosch, Bosch, Hercules…I think it’s three.

I made sure I wore a face shield while I used the wire wheel, and after I was done, I realized I had it in the up position, so basically, all it did was mess up my hair. I did squint, however. A popular Youtube tool guy refers to this as “safety squints.”

I combined it with my other parts, and it worked great. Better than the Amazon part would have. Unfortunately, my new Amazon exhaust clamp wouldn’t fit on it.

Here is what the muffler stuff looked like when I tried to put the Amazon pipe on it.

When I first tried to put all this mess together, the clamp seemed way too big. It’s one of those clamps that has a lock nut and a T-bolt. I thought the end of the bolt hung out so far it would make the clamp hard to install, so I cut it off. Now the clamp won’t go around the expanded pipe.

It’s always something.

I felt sort of bad about borrowing the tool from a store where I had no intention of buying anything. I thought their $25 fee was a rental charge, but as I said above, it turned out to be a refundable deposit. Now that I need a clamp, I have a way to reward them. I’ll go in there today and spend, possibly, over three dollars. They will be repaid handsomely for their generosity.

I prayed for the lady at that store, too. I am trying to develop the habit of interceding for random people I meet.

Someone has to do it.

If my new muffler works, I’ll be as happy as a BLM protester watching someone else’s business burn down on Christmas Eve while high on medical marijuana I smoke for stress.

How can it not work? It’s a pipe. It has to be big enough. It’s the same diameter as the 20″ of exhaust pipe that connects to it.

Still can’t believe the price of the new muffler. I can’t believe they still sell it with that design, given that they fall off all the time. It’s like they want to charge me to punish me. I’m trying to think…is there some conceivable incentive to buy anything else, ever, from John Deere? They act like the thought of selling you something is offensive to them. “Okay, we charge four times what the part is worth, plus it will break and knock other parts, also overpriced, off your tractor, so you will have to buy another one later. Cash or credit card?”

If I get a new tractor, ever, I should get a Kubota or an RK tractor. “RK” stands for “Rural King.” They went into the tractor business not long ago, and they undercut everyone else pretty badly. Their tractors are Korean TYM tractors, and they’re no worse than anyone else’s. Supposedly, they lift more than comparably sized tractors from other makers, and that’s a big deal to me, because lifting and moving stuff is a huge part of a tractor’s job. A $20,000 tractor that lifts as much as a $40,000 tractor is a tempting item.

Kubota is about like John Deere, only they can’t charge quite as much for parts. It’s still a cult, but it’s a lesser cult.

I better get on the road. I have to get the tractor running so I can see what will break next.

God is Like a River, not a Lake

If you don’t have a new testimony every day of your life, I have good news for you. What you are experiencing is not normal for a Christian. Something is wrong, and when it’s corrected, God will show you something every day.

I have a great tip for you. If you’re being influenced by a Christian who doesn’t have fresh testimony all the time, you need to stop listening to that person. Anyone who is connected to God will be a spring of fresh testimony.

The last two churches I belonged to had a number of pastors, and none of them had much to testify about while I knew them.

I’ll start with Rich Wilkerson of Trinity Church in Miami. He had kidney stones, a rare blood disease, some sort of stones in his chest, diabetes, and, if I recall correctly, at least one new knee. He had back problems so severe he gave cries of pain that disturbed people. And he wasn’t that old. This was a decade ago, and he’s not 70 yet.

He never got healed of anything while I was a member of his church. If he has been healed since, I am unaware of it.

One of his best friends was a self-styled healer named Ted Shuttlesworth. Ted used to come to Trinity and claim to heal people. Someone I know says he witnessed a healing that didn’t involve a shill, so I suppose some people were healed. Somehow, Ted never healed Rich.

I remember Ted having people walk by him so he could touch them. People were getting “slain in the Spirit,” which means that after he touched them, they fell down as though God had taken their strength. He smacked me in the forehead, and I kept walking. I was totally open to the Holy Spirit, but I knew I didn’t have to fake anything.

It seemed to me that he was looking into my eyes, expecting me to fall over.

I don’t think being slain in the Spirit is a real thing. I have had the Holy Spirit’s presence envelop me to the point where I didn’t want to get up, but I could have gotten up if I wanted.

There was a kid named Alan at Trinity; he put a post on Facebook. It said something like, “Six pastors just pushed me down.” That kind of thing happens when preachers are determined to see people slain in the Spirit. There is a kind of silent coercion.

Alan used to make pizza with me in the church kitchen. He came out of the closet several years ago, and as far as I know, he has never returned to God. It’s hard to get over the sour taste the Wilkersons leave in your mouth. When you see so much fakery, how can you believe anything is real?

Rich never came to us with a vision or a prophecy. As far as I know, God never told him anything, or if he did, Rich didn’t hear it.

God did tell him things, now that I think about it. A number of people told Rich what he was doing wrong, and some also told him off when they left his church. He never listened. He encouraged the shunning of God’s messengers, and he plotted against them behind their backs. He had secret meetings about me when I left. Of course, people told me about it.

Rich’s son, who was called “Richie” by older people at the church, didn’t have a testimony, either. Richie, now known as Kim Kardashian’s pastor, had a gaggle of young preacher friends who were trying to become famous, and they fed each other sermons. He even joked about it. He preached about the difficulty of coming up with sermons, and he said he would call his friends and ask them to send him material. He called these sermons “microwave sermons.” You reheat them and serve them.

Imagine going to a restaurant, ordering from the menu, and having them serve you leftovers from a restaurant down the block. This is what he confessed to, and he didn’t understand that he was criticizing himself.

Anything God tells you is like bread from heaven. In the Bible, bread symbolizes God’s word. That’s why the Bible says we shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God. When manna fell from heaven, it was like receiving bread straight from God. The big problem with manna was that it had to be eaten right away. When people tried to store it and eat it the next day, they found worms in it.

If you’re connected to God, you get fresh manna every day. If all you do is reheat the old stuff, you become corrupted and stuck.

When Rich had problems, he turned to human beings. He formed attachments to money preachers and patterned his ministry after theirs. He worked hard to get close to Steve Munsey, who made up a set of packaged lies intended to persuade people to make excessive donations on Jewish holidays. Rich knows these stories are lies, and he has admitted it privately. When a friend of mine asked him about it, he said he continued to teach the fables because Trinity needed money.

Rich is not a good person to rely on. No one is supplying him with anything good, so he has nothing good to give others. If you follow him, you risk becoming like him.

At New Dawn, the church I attended after Trinity, the pastor (Albert) was much more open to the Holy Spirit than Rich, and I think he heard from him, but he closed his ears to things he didn’t want to hear. His false “house prophet,” Jorge, was allowed to stand on the stage and shout for 20 minutes at a time, because he predicted nice things that never happened. When other people went to Albert with helpful suggestions that could have saved his church, he shunned them and told people not to associate with them. He did that to me. He had a screaming fit and physically assaulted my friend Travis in the parking lot of his church, trying to get information about me. Travis threatened to give him a beating.

Albert had a bad weight and blood sugar problem. His wife, who was very brassy and assertive, had gallbladder disease, and she had had a breast cancer removed surgically. He never got any better. His wife lost her gallbladder, and then her cancer returned and killed her.

Albert was eventually exposed as a child molester. He started abusing a girl when she was 6 or younger, and he continued for years. He didn’t repent until he was exposed. The girl’s mother offered him a chance to handle things privately, as long as he stepped down. He agreed for a short time, and then he went back to preaching, She turned him in, and he’s in prison.

Being sent to prison for preaching the gospel or healing people may be a sign that you’re serving God correctly. Going to prison for child rape is not. It shows that you lost God’s protection because you were off course.

Albert had a strange doctrine. He said only certain people in the church could lay hands on others. He said it was particularly important not to let the wrong person put his hand on people’s heads, because demons could enter. Albert laid his hands on people’s heads, while he was molesting a child regularly.

Albert had very limited testimony, even though he did hear from God. Pride made it hard for blessings and deliverance to reach him. Jorge was a big problem, because he made things up, and people relied on them.

It took me a long time to see through Rich for a couple of reasons. First, I wasn’t praying in tongues a lot when I started attending his church. God tells you things when you pray in tongues, and he eventually told me Rich was a mess. Second, people Rich had hurt were very quiet. We have a funny new doctrine in many churches. You’re not supposed to criticize preachers. People leave churches quietly, and they think they’re pleasing God. The problem with this new doctrine is that it allows predatory preachers to attract new people who haven’t been warned.

If a Christian goes to a restaurant and gets food poisoning twice, he’ll tell his friends to avoid that place. Why aren’t we just as protective when it comes to toxic pastors?

It was harder to see through Albert. He lied a great deal. He and his wife pretended to care more about the Holy Spirit than money, and I thought they were serious. I kept praying in tongues, and God showed eventually showed me their problems. He showed me they were childish, greedy, highly manipulative, completely resistant to correction, vindictive, and very addicted to admiration and obedience. They had never had much, so when people started following their orders, parking their car for them, and sending them on cruises, they became extremely infatuated with themselves.

Paul called bad preachers out by name, and so should we. God isn’t going to hit you with a lightning bolt, believe me. He will probably bless you, as he has blessed me. Just be sure you’re obeying God when you do it.

You can’t sit around and wait for everyone in your area to start praying in tongues and have the Holy Spirit warn them about poisonous pastors. It will never happen. When you know the truth, you have an obligation to share it with others who are not as fortunate.

Here are some very bad preachers you should avoid: T.D. Jakes, Paula White, Joel Osteen, John Gray, Keith Craft, David Crank, Benny Hinn, Kenneth Copeland, Joyce Meyer, the Pope, John Macarthur, Steve Munsey, Rod Parsley, Richard Roberts, Oral Roberts, Richie Wilkerson, Carl Lentz, Judah Smith, Jerry Savelle, Jimmy Swaggart, Keith Craft, Marilyn Hickey, Eddie Long, Creflo Dollar, Fred Price, Robert Tilton, Jentezen Franklin, and Jim Bakker. There are lots of others. I would avoid the Bethel people, too. They have testimony about the supernatural, but it seems to be from the wrong side.

Andrew Wommack has a lot of good teaching, but he pals around with prosperity preachers, so he doesn’t have his eyes completely open, and you can’t trust him too much. Same goes for Perry Stone. Stone has a wonderful gift for teaching about hidden things and the supernatural, but he is not the best when it comes to teaching you how to live as a Christian. His dad, Fred Stone, was better.

I’m digressing, I think. My point is that God is supposed to do very obvious things for you every day. If he’s not, then you need to make some adjustments and question the doctrine you’ve been taught. Also, if your pastor isn’t seeing signs and wonders, make sure you test everything he tells you. He is surely wrong about some important things.

I’m glad to say my testimony has not dried up.

I’ve gotten back to fasting. I refrained for quite a while. I didn’t like fasting, even though I knew it was powerful. Some people say they feel close to God and so on when they fast. Generally, that has not been my experience. Fasting used to make me feel weak and crabby, and it gave me a headache. It made me feel like God was farther away. Now, however, I’ve started to feel close to God during fasts, so I’m grateful for that. I’ve started to feel more authority, and that’s what I was after.

I should point out that I didn’t refuse to fast. I would ask God if he wanted me to do it, and I kept feeling that the answer was “no.”

I need to subdue my body. It still causes problems. Fasting is the best-known way to do it. Recently, I felt that God wanted me to start fasting again, so I did. I was happy about this, because I wanted more authority over demons and my flesh.

Demons work through our bodies. They try to fill us with evil desires and feelings. Our bodies love this, because they are stupid. A person’s body is like a dog. If you don’t keep it on a leash and train it, it will run off and roll in feces every chance it gets. If you don’t control your body, demons will.

I fasted yesterday, and this morning I woke up and started the usual supernatural warfare. I felt a knot in my belly, below the sternum. I can tell you from experience that when a demon is upset, this is one way he may show it. You may feel slight nausea and a pressing sensation, as though someone were pushing a fist against you a few inches above your navel.

I cast out every spirit I could think of. I spoke defeat to them. I asked God to pull them out. Then I went back to sleep for a while. I didn’t feel a lot of deliverance at the time, but I knew that sometimes you have to wait.

I woke up again at around 9:30, which is strange for me. Generally, I can’t sleep late even if I want to. I noticed that I felt better than I usually do. I felt like a balloon that had had all the air let out of it. I feel like I’m better able to be gentle, which is something I’ve been wanting. I don’t want to go through life kicking and biting.

I may start fasting several days a week. I have to get my house in order.

I’ve learned something encouraging about fasting. You don’t necessarily have to go all day. I used to fast for between 48 and 72 hours sometimes, taking nothing at all, or nothing but water. God may not ask you to do that. Believe it or not, fasting until noon has an effect. Cornelius the centurion was fasting when he saw the angel that announced Peter’s impending visit, and the angel appeared at 3 p.m., not midnight or dawn.

Lately, I’ve been fasting until 4 p.m. Before starting, I asked God when he wanted me to stop, and this is what I received. If you can’t fast until 4 p.m., you have a serious character issue. It’s just not that hard.

When you fast longer than God asks you to, you make your walk burdensome, and you risk discouragement. You’re not supposed to try to out-holy God. It doesn’t impress or please him.

I found another neat Youtuber. His name is Kenneth Boork, and he’s in Sweden. He goes around healing people, and he does some teaching. Wonderful stuff. I can’t help wondering how many other good channels there are. Youtube promotes stupid content very hard, but since Google is an evil corporation, I’ll bet it suppresses or slow-walks a lot of good Christian material. Maybe there are dozens or hundreds of channels featuring people who are out there healing and teaching.

Boork’s doctrine seems to be in line with that of The Last Reformation, but I haven’t seen him mention them. People who hear from God are going to sound pretty similar whether they know each other or not.

I like The Last Reformation, but let’s face it: it’s a denomination. They would probably deny it, but they have branches and a website, plus a name. They ask people to “join” and do what they do. I know a denomination when I see it. I will never join one again. I’m going to stay free to walk away when things go bad.

Boork has a playlist of videos in which he says he left the church because of his love for Jesus. I can relate to that. The age of the big church is over. Big churches get corrupt way too fast. When I think about going to church, I think of slavery and kissing up to pastors with inflated heads. It’s off-putting. Psalm 23 says God is our pastor, and there is freedom when you’re under perfect leadership.

Pastors can be real tyrants. I was just watching a video in which Boortz appeared to be about to point that out.

I’ll post one of his videos here.

I hope God helps me to go out and heal people. When I went to a Last Reformation kickstart (they really mean “jump start”) to get baptized, my small group didn’t go out to minister, as we were supposed to. That was okay with me, because I was very focused on laying a good foundation with a new baptism. Also, I didn’t like the idea of chasing strangers around malls, trying to lay hands on them. Now I feel better prepared. We’ll see what God does with me.

I found another channel called “The Normal Christian Life.” More healers. They prayed for a guy who had had no success with healers in the past, and they got such good results for him, he became nearly hysterical.

I don’t have people around me to work on, so right now I’ll work with what I have. My pets and myself. What works for strangers will work for us. Good practice is good practice.

It seems that practice is important. Doug Collins, the healer from Windsor on Fire, says he has to go out and heal at least once a week, or he loses power and has to be built up again.

I don’t see any reason not to command my own body to be healed. After all, I have to ride around in it. I repair my house and my vehicles. What’s the difference? I’ve healed myself many times, but I never thought about working at it systematically, like a bodybuilder using the gym regularly. I was reacting as problems arose. I was not proactive. It looks like we need to be proactive in order to be strong. That makes sense. We are supposed to be the head, not the tail. Proactivity is a time-tested, essential part of successful warfare. Look at Pearl Harbor.

My back bothered me for several weeks, but I have been commanding it to be healed, and I have asked other people to pray. I can barely feel any problems now. Two days ago I had to pull the 300+-pound deck out from under my garden tractor again, and my back actually felt better at the end of the day than when I started. I am going to work on my other nagging issues every day.

I think God allowed me to have this problem so I would think about all the people out there with serious disorders. There are people who have been in wheelchairs for half a century. There are people who have spent decades on pain drugs, unable to do things like carrying a bag of groceries. It would mean the world to them to get healed. I feel imposed upon because I went a few days without being able to use my jackhammer. People with serious problems that have been in place for years must be desperate for restoration.

I hope this material is helpful.

Assisted-Living Facility Responds to Government’s Boot in Rear, not Conscience

I finally found out why the assisted living facility which cheated my dad finally came around and tried to make it right.

Background: I sent my dad to a facility for four days. I paid in advance. I started getting bills. They told me it was a computer error and that I should ignore the bills. Then they turned a collection agency loose on me, and the agency, in addition to making huge errors and lying a fair amount, demanded $900 in additional fees. It turned out the problem arose because the facility lost my check, but they and the collection agency did not see that as good reason to refrain from taking $900 from my late father’s estate.

The other day, the business office coordinator for the facility called me and apologized repeatedly. This is the same lady who refused to return my calls for weeks. She told me they would accept a check for the original cost of the stay, minus two stop fees I had to pay on checks they and the collection people lost. She even sent me an email admitting fault and saying they would accept the original charge minus the stop fees.

That email put an end to their hopes of cheating me. She admitted fault and accepted my terms, in writing. I have a new email in which she admitted receiving my final check, so the contract they have made with me is complete. Only a lunatic would take me to arbitration now.

Today everything became clear to me. I think I know why she called. I just received a letter from the Department of Agriculture. I turned the facility in after they tried to cheat me, and it looks like the department followed up. The letter I received today contained a copy of an email from the business office coordinator to the department, saying she would work with me to fix the problem.

It seems clear from the dates of the email and her call to me that she was responding to pressure from the department.

People amaze me. Before I filed my complaint, this woman wouldn’t even take my calls. After she relented and called me, she didn’t mention the complaint. What are the odds that she decided to contact me simply because it was the right thing to do? Slim.

I had considered the possibility that she was simply an honest person who wanted to right a wrong, but it sure doesn’t look that way now.

How do you live with yourself, if you provide assisted living for old people and disabled people and you try to cheat them? How can anyone even consider going into that kind of work?

I’m trying to come up with a benign explanation for what was done to me, but I can’t. I called this woman repeatedly and gave her over a week to get back in touch with me, and she didn’t make any effort until about the time she was corresponding with the department. I can’t see how a decent person would let a call about a billing dispute go unanswered for days, especially since I left detailed information in voicemails.

Do they treat other people this way? Are there weak old people out there with liens on their homes because the facility routinely cheats customers? I hope not. I want to think there’s an explanation I don’t know about.

When I think about disappointing people, I think about Rich Wilkerson, the pastor of Trinity Church in Miami. In my mind, he has become the face of human crookedness. Seems like every time I talk to former members of his church, they have another startling story about his disgraceful behavior.

I’m not a good person, but there are many bad things I can’t imagine doing. Because I’m not capable of doing the things the Wilkersons do, it’s very hard for me to fully absorb the realization of their utter lack of class. I’m always tempted to think, “They can’t really be that bad.” Then someone comes and tells me a new story.

I’ve started praying for God to destroy their ministry and raise up someone better. Some people can’t be fixed because they refuse.

In other news, I soldered my first pipe today. It was quite an adventure. I had a leaking hose bibb outside my workshop. I had fixed the leak in the past by tightening a nut that apparently squeezes the internal washer tighter to make up for wear, but it wasn’t working any more. No problem! I’m a tool guy, right? I would just replace the washer.

To replace a washer in a hose bibb (corruption of “bibcock,” if you’re wondering), you pull out the bibb stem, remove the washer, screw a new one onto the stem, and put the bibb back together. It should take two minutes (literally).

I loosened the nut around the bibb stem, but the stem refused to come out of the bibb body. There was a plate attached to the body, and it had to come out. I tried to turn the plate, but it was seized.

This is a great example of poor execution nullifying a clever design. If the bibb had been installed by a responsible person, there would have been something between the brass bibb and brass plate to prevent them from galling together and seizing. This is obvious to anyone who knows anything about tools. By putting the parts directly against each other, you create an assembly which might as well be welded.

I decided to remove the bibb. I had never used a torch on plumbing before, but I figured I should be a man and get it done.

I got the bibb off, and I mounted it in a vise. Then I put a wrench on the plate that held the stem in the bibb. It was not coming out. No way. In retrospect, it might have been possible to get an impact wrench on it with some difficulty, but it seemed to make more sense to go get a new bibb.

I made the mistake of buying the $3.99 blister pack of flux and solder instead of the tub of flux and spool of solder I really wanted. I tried to be frugal and responsible. I also made the error of buying lead-free solder, which is hard to work with and totally unnecessary in a hose bibb.

When I started trying to attach the new bibb, I had a problem. Water would not stop dripping from the pipe. The pump was turned off. Other faucets were open. Still, the water kept coming out. You can’t solder wet pipes. At least I don’t think you can. The water draws too much heat out of the metal.

I had to drain my pump’s pressure tank. That finally did it. By the time I got around to this, I had soldered the joint badly once, and I had taken it apart and fluxed it again. I had fiddled with it so much and lost so much flux, I was worried that if I blew it again, I’d be calling a plumber at 5 p.m.

I finally got the bibb installed. The solder looks bad. I cleaned the metal until it gleamed, and I fluxed it heavily, but I didn’t get the nice solder flow the Youtube guys get. I assume that’s because lead-free solder is so awful. I was amazed when the joint held pressure.

Before I installed the bibb, I took it apart and put pipe dope on the threads. Now when the washer fails, I have some chance of changing it successfully. I guess this makes me a genius, because it seems like no one else does it. Where is my Nobel Prize? I certainly deserve one more than Barack Obama, who, before receiving his, had done…let’s see…literally nothing.

Personally, I wonder if the fuss about lead solder in pipes is realistic. Before I really knew anything about lead, I used to chew lead split shots while fishing because I liked the taste. I must have had internal lead levels which would have made history, but I never had any lead poisoning symptoms.

A 1/2″ pipe joint contains how much solder? Half a gram? How much of that is lead? A quarter of a gram? How much is exposed to water? Maybe 5% of that quarter of a gram? Seems to me that a joint would have to be a monstrosity in order to expose more lead than that. Nonetheless, lead solder in plumbing is forbidden now.

A split shot weighs at least a gram, and it’s pure lead. And I chewed on them.

If my other hose bibbs have problems, I’m using lead solder. If you come to my house and you’re a snowflake, do not make patchouli tea with water from the hose.

I can’t believe I had to remove a perfectly good bibb instead of changing a 5-cent washer.

Now you know how my day has gone. I accomplished nearly nothing, due to someone else’s irresponsibility. The best way to redeem the evening is to grill a steak.

Off I go.

My Help Cometh from the Lord, Which Made Heaven and Earth

It looks like my guests for this weekend are postponing. They have some work to do around the house, and they have a guy coming over. I can’t complain. Having overnight guests three weeks in a row throws off my routine.

Sensing that things are slowing down, I spent the morning looking at Tennessee properties on the web.

It looks like buying in Tennessee will be more complicated than buying in Ocala. The population density is lower, so there are fewer properties and sales. That means it’s harder to put a value on a piece of land before you buy it.

I’ve been using real estate websites, obviously. Some of them assign value estimates to properties. It’s alarming when a property I like has a price of x and an estimated value of x/4.

Nobody wants to end up like Mr. Douglas. Remember him? He and his wife bought a farm in Hooterville, which is a town in a state bordering Tennessee. Their realtor, Mr. Haney, assured them they were getting a great deal on what turned out to be the old Haney place. Then they found out they were getting a lot less than they bargained for.

One of my favorite Youtube evangelists, Tom Fischer, made a sudden move from South Florida to Tennessee. One month, he was talking about his arrival in South Florida, and it seemed like he would stay there. I thought he had made a huge mistake. The next month, he was wandering around eastern Tennessee. While he was there, someone gave him a piece of hillside property, and he said he was planning to build on it.

The other day, I saw a new video in which Tom said his lot had turned out to be unsuitable for construction (hence the gift, one surmises). That’s not surprising, but I was startled when he said the property was in Townsend, Tennessee. That’s the area I’m excited about.

Coincidence? Probably not. God is moving Christians to that area.

Sometimes I start to worry that I’ve waited too long to look for a place. Property values are going up in eastern Tennessee. God is on my side, though, and if he told me I’m going to have a nice Tennessee home, then I’ll have it. No one can call him a liar and get away with it around me.

This week I have gained a deeper sense of the importance of knowing God. This is something Christians don’t emphasize enough. Jews and Muslims don’t emphasize it at all. They consider God very distant. I know God isn’t distant. I communicate with the Holy Spirit every day, and Jesus visited me twice. Distance is for limited people. God can treat every Christian like an only child. He isn’t busy.

Christians are taught that God is their father, and we are told to ask him for things, but what kind of child asks his father for things yet doesn’t socialize with him? The purpose of creation was reproduction; God wanted children. If you have children, obviously, you want to spend time with them so you can enjoy each other’s company. If your relationship with your parents consists of obeying rules and asking for support, you have a very sick family. God must want more than that from us.

Many times, I’ve cooked for friends, and more than once, people have left my house right after they finished eating. It’s one of the reasons I got tired of cooking. I was being used. I don’t want to treat God that way. I want to spend time with him without asking for anything. I want to love him for his personality, not just the things he does for me. I believe this is where favor comes from.

If God wants to show his favor by leading me to a nice property in Tennessee, I’m all for it. I hate relying on my own guesswork.

I may visit Tennessee very soon. I have no strings on me. I want to look around before the leaves fall.

High Occupancy even in August

My bed and breakfast continues to attract customers.

This weekend, I played host to friends I got to know at Trinity Church and New Dawn Ministries in Miami. I will call them Fred and Ginger. Fred is half Nicaraguan and half Puerto Rican. I think Ginger is Puerto Rican, but I’m not sure. Their 13-year-old son Rupert came with them.

I have a list of people I pray for. I pray that God will move them out of areas where his people are weak and the spirits against them are strong. I ask him to give them homes in places where his people are strong. I ask him to use those properties for prayer and gatherings. So far, I’m the only one who has received these things. Fred and Ginger are not doing too bad, though. They lived in Little Haiti when I met them, and they had to deal with voodoo parades on their street. Now they have a townhouse in Pompano. A step up from Voodooville, AKA Miami.

Fred and Ginger drove up in June, and we had a long prayer session the day after they got here. We prayed a lot during their visit. Someone I know was baptized with the Holy Spirit, and since then, she has been praying in tongues a great deal, which means her life is going to change tremendously.

Fred got fired from a job he had had for a long time, and he got a similar job which didn’t pay as well. When he came in June, he and Ginger wanted prayer for a new job. Fred was also unhappy because he was mismanaged. He wasn’t trained well, and the company didn’t back up employees. They had very lofty expectations, but they didn’t do the groundwork to support them (much like the churches we attended).

I have been praying for God to rid people I know of things that aren’t pleasing to him, including jobs. This weekend, I realized I might have had a hand in Fred’s firing. I didn’t feel too bad, because he hated the job. He was at peace with what had happened, because the job was so unpleasant.

A week or so before they arrived, I had a dream in which Fred showed up at a table where I was eating. His head was shaved. To me, this always symbolizes a lack of prayer in tongues. I relayed this info to Fred, and as he talked to me, he essentially admitted he hadn’t been praying in tongues enough. That was a relief. If someone comes to me and says he has been praying in tongues for two hours a day and still suffers a lot, I don’t have much to offer him. If he hasn’t been praying, I know what to recommend. You can’t have a really blessed Christian walk without it. You will have problems you should not have.

I don’t know if Fred will jump back into prayer in tongues or not. Sometimes he is slow to take advice.

It was wonderful to have them here. There is nothing like having Spirit-filled Christians to pray with. I have two more coming this weekend.

While they were here, I dreamed about my dad. He generally symbolizes Christian leaders. I dreamed we were walking down a street. He was telling me a story from his days of practicing law. When we got to the end of the street, we came to a wooden dock. I stopped on the dock. My dad walked right off of it and sank to the bottom.

I didn’t jump in. In the dream, he was pretty healthy, and he was capable of swimming. I figured he would pop right up. He didn’t. He was under the water for 5 or 10 long seconds before I saw his head emerge.

I started guiding him toward a ladder about 10 feet away. Two women showed up. One had short hair and extremely large breasts, like soccer balls. She was distressed by my dad’s predicament, and she seemed angry at me. She jumped in the water and pushed him toward the water.

When he reached the ladder and climbed out, it turned out the ladder was nearly on land. He rolled off and onto dry land covered with green grass.

I took the dream to mean that I don’t need to sink to the level of frustrated Christians in order to help them. That would be enabling.

Water represents the water of the world, which is the bad ideas and words of spirits who are against God and of people who don’t know God. When you don’t have authority that comes from time spent with God, you sink below the water and lose. My dad represented anointed Christians who don’t spend enough time with God.

The ladies represented feminine insurgency in the church. Women are not supposed to lead churches, period. Sorry, but that’s how God has set things up. These days, churches are feminized. They don’t talk much about judgment and consequences. They gloss over personal accountability. They teach us we’re supposed to wallow in other people’s problems and coddle them, which is nothing like what Jesus did.

The lady with the big breasts had short hair because she didn’t spend enough time with God. She didn’t hear from him, so she took charge inappropriately instead of submitting and letting me handle things. Abnormally large breasts represent compassion which is out of hand and not balanced by logic.

The ladder represents Jesus. He was Jacob’s ladder (or stairway). The dry ground with grass is where God wants to put us. In Psalm 23, he says he makes us to lie down in green pastures. He doesn’t make us plant green pastures or hoe weeds. We just lie down and eat.

The lady sank into the water with my dad and got herself wet. Her pushing didn’t help my dad at all. He was almost at the ladder when she got full of pride and took over.

I was saved from the striving and fussing. I stood on the dock, dry, and watched a confused person act up and make a fool of herself.

The message is that we don’t have to carry people like babies. We’re supposed to be helpful, but not to the point where other people’s failings eat into our blessings. Example: if your son is a compulsive gambler and tells you someone is going to break his legs for money, you’re not supposed to mortgage your house for him. He needs to repent and go to rehab. It’s not on you if he refuses.

I have a responsibility to warn other people when they’re blowing it, but I don’t have to get involved with their carnal efforts to save themselves. If they’re not doing what God has told us to do, they need to get back to that before bothering me and spreading their problems to me. I am available to pray and guide and so on, but I don’t have to pay off your student loan (although I got roped into doing that for one defeated person).

When people fall off the dock, I’m not supposed to dive in and wrestle them to shore. They’ll just fall off again, unless they change their ways. I’m supposed to stand on the dock or the shore and tell them where the ladder is.

When Peter sank in the Sea of Galilee, Jesus didn’t sink with him. He stood on the water and reached down to him.

I woke up after this dream with a new understanding of favor.

I was my grandfather’s favorite grandchild. My mother was his favorite child. I was my parents’ favorite. I’m the smartest person in the family. Now that my grandparents and parents are gone, God favors me. He doesn’t favor everyone. There are many people he does not favor, and many are Christians. I’m not supposed to feel bad about this. It’s a good thing. It has to be good, because God ordained it. Anyone who demands an explanation needs to demand it from God, not me.

To be favored is to be a favorite. This is what God offers you, if you turn to him. Joseph was a favorite. Jacob and Isaac were favorites. David was a favorite. Daniel was a favorite. It’s okay to be a favorite.

I tend to think of Psalm 91 as a psalm of protection, but it’s more accurate to call it a psalm of favor. It’s about a person who escapes the problems other people have, because he is close to God. Diseases don’t touch him. He is delivered from problems. He watches while thousands of people fall around him. He is set above spirits that reject God. No evil befalls him.

It’s okay. If God makes you one of his 1%, you have nothing to feel guilty about.

If I get to stand on the dock while proud, carnal Christians who don’t pray strive and resent me for refusing to jump into the mosh pit, it’s okay. It’s right.

Remember Mary and Martha? Jesus was at their house with guests, and Martha was working her butt off to serve everyone. Mary sat at Jesus’ feet instead. Martha told Jesus to order her to get up and help her. Not only did Jesus refuse; he told Martha what Mary was doing was better.

It was better–more righteous–for Mary to sit at the feet of Jesus and do nothing than for her to help her sister.

It is believed that John was the only one of the 12 disciples who did not die a violent death. Ancient sources say the emperor Domitian put him in hot oil in a stadium full of people and fried him alive, but he felt no pain and was not injured. His deliverance spurred a lot of conversions. Sure looks like John had favor, and what does the Bible call him? “The disciple whom Jesus loved.”

When Jesus was murdered, he turned his mother over to John, not Peter, to be looked after. That says a lot.

We are not responsible for what happens to other people unless we fail to speak the truth to them. If we warn them, whatever happens later is their fault. Completely. Not one particle of responsibility adheres to us.

If good things happen to people who are close to God, while other people suffer and lack, it’s fine. It’s what’s supposed to happen. The Bible says, “The young lions do lack and suffer hunger, but they that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing.”

People ask why God created the world, knowing spirits and people would end up in hell. The answer is that he’s not responsible for what anyone else does. The fact that he created you doesn’t mean he’s to blame for anything you do.

I’m not responsible for other people’s suffering. I don’t owe anyone a single word of apology or explanation if I do well. It’s unpleasant, to say the least, to watch people fail unnecessarily, but it would be worse, and it would not be God’s will, if I chose to share their misery and abandon his favor.

My beliefs about personal accountability have firmed up a great deal since my dream. When you and I stand before God, he won’t let you tell him what I’ve done wrong, and he won’t let me tell him what you’ve done wrong. We’ll be expected to account for ourselves and no one else. He won’t care if you didn’t get slavery reparations or student loan forgiveness. He’ll want to know why you didn’t spend time with him and give yourself to him.

The entitlement crowd is pathologically deceived. I’m so glad I don’t live near them. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to move back to Miami, or if God sent me to live in Baltimore, Detroit, Los Angeles, Seattle, Chicago, New Orleans, Atlanta, St. Louis, San Francisco, or any of the other envy hotspots. Cain murdered Abel because of envy, and his descendants are no better.

I hope I’ll be dead or raptured before the rot gets to the place where I live!

A Gas-Powered Brush Cutter Beats a Herring Every Time

The joy of the Lord is strength. It will help you get up and get things done. I am learning that firsthand.

Every day, I say something along these lines: “In the name of Jesus Christ, who is God, I speak the Lord’s opposition to every created being who is against the Lord, me, or his children on this property and every other property that belongs to me. I speak victory to the Lord, to his children, and to me, and I speak the glory to Jesus Christ. I am a son of God, and this is how things are supposed to work.”

When I do that, I have strength to get up and do things. When I don’t, I may or may not have strength.

Today I tackled some lingering tasks.

The lady who used to live in this house made some unfortunate landscaping choices. She put some sickly hedges beside the house on one side, and some were beside the driveway. They looked awful. They were diseased. They grew too high for the area. I decided they had to go. The lady who came out from the university’s extension office agreed fully.

I started ripping them out with the tractor this week, but I learned that they were not as easy to remove as other hedges I had destroyed. They had stubborn roots, and they liked to slip out of the rope I used to grab them. I found out there is a device called a grubber that grips shrubs securely so a tractor can remove them, but grubbers are made in China, and they tend to break, so I went outside today and used a sharpened hoe. It was not pleasant, but it worked.

I pulled every visible trace of the shrubs, and then I planted two dwarf podocarpus bushes. These bushes look great, and they’re indestructible. They require no fertilization and no pesticides. They won’t grow higher than three feet. I’m starting to think every shrub should be a podocarpus.

I filled the area in with bagged soil, and then I added melaleuca mulch. Hopefully, I’m done with that particular spot. Now I have 15 more feet to do, beside the house. I may buy that grubber after all.

I found a cable while I was digging the shrubs out. I had been afraid of that. Intelligent people bury cables a couple of feet deep, but not everyone is responsible. I found what appeared to be a phone cable about six inches down, right next to a shrub root. I didn’t cut it with the shovel. Not at that point, anyway. I may have cut it elsewhere, because I was using a sawzall on roots. I don’t care. I don’t use the phone cable. If I ever decide I need it (very unlikely), I can run a new one myself and do it right.

Yesterday, I hosed the old shrubs with 2,4 D, which is a weed killer. I figure any bits I leave in the ground will be less of a problem if they’re already dead. If I don’t kill the shrubs before pulling them, I may leave living roots which will try to come back.

Yesterday was weed-and-feed day, which is why I had 2,4 D on hand. I sprayed the whole yard. It does a dandy job of killing things I don’t like. This is an incredibly weedy region, so heavy applications of chemicals are mandatory unless you want to live in what looks like an abandoned lot.

I had a hard time getting my Fimco motorized sprayer to work. It refused to prime itself. I replaced O rings. I replaced hose. Finally, I realized Fimco just makes bad products. The design of the equipment, not the condition, was the issue. It does not seal very well, no matter what you do. I had to open the system up, pour water into the pump, and then turn it on. Now I have a new project. I’m going to add a T to the system with a hose and valve for priming the pump. I’m not going to let bad engineering force me to take the pump apart every time I want to use it.

Today after I fixed the shrubs, I got the pressure washer out and bleached the hidden side of my workshop. I bleached the house and shop a month or two ago, but I didn’t get around to the side of the shop that faces the woods. It was pretty bad. Today I went through more than half a gallon of high-powered pool bleach, and I still need to bleach the shop one more time.

I like using the pressure washer, because I brought it back from the dead. I installed a new hose. I fixed the carb. I put a new muffler cover on it. I have a cover for the cylinder head, and I’m going to replace that. I even have special paint to fix the rusty frame. I found out where to get cheap replacement pumps, so when the original Chinese pump dies, I’ll be able to keep the pressure washer running. The motor is a nice Honda, so I should be able to keep the pressure washer going for a very long time.

Later on, I grabbed my portable pump-up sprayer and wandered through the woods by the house, hosing everything down with glyphosate and Dawn. Grape vines, Virginia creeper, and poison ivy are taking over, and I’m not having it. I must have blasted a third of an acre by hand today. I also got out the gas brush cutter and cut away a lot of the shrubbery by my water pump.

I have complained that every tree here is a trash oak. Today I noticed that the same principle applies to weeds. Every weed is a grape, Virginia creeper, or poison ivy. It’s not completely true, but it’s true enough. When you look out through my woods, you see grape leaves everywhere. The plant life here has almost no variety.

It reminded me of something I already knew: the woods in Florida are not friendly or particularly useful.

In Appalachia, you can walk through the woods without problems. You can sit down. You could take a football and play catch under the trees if you wanted. There’s a lot of room, because weeds don’t take over. There is also a huge variety of plants, and many are useful. Ginseng, blackberries, teaberries, sassafras, various mints, and huckleberries come to mind.

Florida is not like that. It’s grape, grape, grape, Virginia creeper, grape, grape, poison ivy, all day. And the grapes don’t bear fruit. Almost all of the plants are male. When you find grapes on a female vine, they’re about the size of garbanzo beans. Mostly skin and seeds.

So, to recap, the trees are useless and tend to fall on expensive things, and the plants are worthless and annoying.

I think I need to rig up the sprayer and blast the woods with 2,4 D or glyphosate. Hunting season is coming, and I don’t want to be buried in grape leaves while I punish squirrels for existing.

I love it here, but I can see that when I try to make this a substitute for Appalachia, I am jamming a square peg in a round hole. It’s never going to be Tennessee or North Carolina. I can see why so much of the land here was undeveloped until fairly recently. It’s not like settlers could come here, build log cabins and barns from quality wood, make furniture, grow crops, and gather berries and herbs. The land doesn’t have much to offer unless you’re an animal.

This is a neat place to live, in the age of concrete block houses, air conditioning, and grocery stores. Before technology tamed this place, it was not hospitable.

That’s my impression, anyway.

I’m glad I have the Lord’s joy, because I am working a LOT. I have a lot to do. Because so much of the landscaping is screwed up, I’m doing much more than maintenance, which is a big job all by itself. Things should ramp down once I get the shrubs fixed, a couple of trees planted, and some rocks removed.

Unfortunately, I’m doing these things during the summer.

I hope the place looks better, not worse, when I’m done. If I move, I’ll have to sell. I don’t want buyers to show up and grimace at the landscaping.

All Self-Made Men go to Hell

I have an interesting testimony today.

Recently, I wrote about a dispute with a collection agency. My dad stayed in an assisted living facility for four days, we paid in advance, and then they started sending bills. They told us to ignore the bills because they were computer errors. Then their collection agency started calling me. I found out the facility had not deposited the check, and I had to stop payment. The collection agency wanted me to pay them about $900, plus the original $600 bill, plus an additional $150 for an imaginary fifth day.

I contacted the Secretary of Agriculture and filed a complaint about the facility. That’s what you do in Florida, believe it or not. I contacted the Secretary of State and filed a complaint about the collection agency, which was making insane claims about me, losing documents, and refusing to deposit a new check I sent them as payment for my dad’s stay.

I tried to deal directly with the facility, but their business office coordinator would not take my calls. The receptionist flat-out told me she had accosted the business office coordinator and informed her of my efforts to reach her, but she didn’t respond. I told them I was considering going to the facility and sitting in the lobby across from her office, but when I prayed about it, I felt that God told me not to do that.

This was a stressful business for me. I didn’t want to have to go to court or arbitration. Courts and arbitrators can be very stupid. I didn’t want to end up paying someone else’s lawyer when I was in the right.

Long ago, I received a word from God. I don’t talk about it much, because it’s not the kind of thing other Christians receive gladly. He had me say, “From now on, I will have total victory, because you are for me.” I think about that when I have problems with people who treat me unfairly.

Speaking to Jews who were under the law, Jesus suggested that if they were sued, they should give the plaintiffs more than they sued for. I talked to God about that. I’m not under the law, and I have this word from God. Giving dishonest, irresponsible people nine hundred bucks for making errors and lying doesn’t seem like “total victory” to me. If I paid them, how would God be glorified for keeping his word?

I told God I would pay them what they wanted if it would make him happy, but I felt strongly that he didn’t want me to do it. Eventually, I started asking him if I was permitted to pay them, just to get them off my back. The sum was not very significant to me, and my peace of mind was. Still, I felt that he didn’t want me to pay.

Yesterday, the business office coordinator called me out of the blue. She was contrite. She kept apologizing. She said they would be happy to close the account for the cost of my dad’s stay, minus whatever stop fees I had to pay on the two checks I had already sent. I was shocked.

I was so happy, I didn’t bother to ask her to take the cost of my return-receipt mail off the bill.

I told her I wanted an email so I would have some kind of record of our deal. Here is some text from the email:

I just wanted to follow up from our phone conversation we had yesterday regarding your account.

Thank you for taking the time to help me understand, that most of the outstanding balance is due to a check that was lost here at the community.

As we discussed, the total due is currently showing $915, of which only $570 was actually owed (lost check for $600 minus $30 stop payment fee). Plus at this time, you probably would want to place another stop payment, on the check you sent to collection agency saying “Paid in Full”, which they are not willing to cash.

If you are willing to pay the $540 that you agreed that was owed, I will credit the remaining $375. After your payment and my credit adjustment, this will leave the account at a zero balance, for a paid in full status.

Please mail the check to my address below. I also will let the collection agency know as well, to consider this a closed matter.

I do apologize for all the confusion and thank you for helping me to get this taken care of.

You can’t make things like this up.

I kept feeling that God was telling me they were going to accept what I had offered, and they did better than that. I should have had faith.

I can’t figure out what’s going on at the ALF. Is someone over there an alcoholic? Is somebody in the business office having a mental breakdown? Why would you lose a check? Why would you call a collection agency instead of sending an email or picking up the phone? Why would you refuse to talk to someone and then call him, apologize repeatedly, and do everything he asked you to do?

I hope I haven’t caused unnecessary problems for someone whose life is falling apart.

I made sure I prayed for all of the people who caused this mess, and I used my supernatural tools to reject anger and worry. Something bad must be going on, for them to behave as they have.

The main thing is this: I felt God was telling me a certain thing, and that thing came to pass, improbable as it seemed.

I didn’t always behave as well as I should have during this fight. In my second letter, I told the collection agency to be very sure they didn’t lose my new correspondence. I suggested they pin it to someone’s sweater. Still, God didn’t cut me off for that.

We are supposed to hear directly from God, and this is how we’re supposed to live in the staggering promises he makes in the Bible. If you don’t have the Holy Spirit, you’re flying blind, and you will make disastrous mistakes. God told me certain things, I chose to believe him, and he proved I had really heard from him. Traditionally, Christians have operated through guesswork, and that’s why they land in the soup so often. Life can be much better than it is for most Christians.

You need the baptism with the Holy Spirit. You need to pray in tongues a lot, because it will bring you information. You need to learn to prophesy. You need to start now, while life for Christians is still reasonably good. It will take you time, and you don’t want to start on the day you need to hear from God.

Remember the parable of the wise virgins and the foolish virgins. The foolish virgins didn’t refuse to get oil. They just waited too long. By the time they got started, it was too late, and they missed the arrival of the bridegroom as well as the wedding.

The wedding is the rapture, and the oil is the Holy Spirit in his fullness. Yesterday I heard Perry Stone say the oil can’t be the Holy Spirit because the foolish virgins bought the oil. He says you can’t buy the Holy Spirit, so the oil can’t represent the Holy Spirit. He’s wrong. The Bible describes the kingdom of heaven as a pearl of great price, which a man bought after selling all he had. If you can buy the kingdom of heaven, you can buy the Holy Spirit. You buy the Holy Spirit by trading yourself for him, just as Jesus bought us by trading himself for us.

God isn’t going to send angels down here and have them hold signs and cue cards. He’s not going to speak to us through greasy televangelists who wear $7000 basketball shoes. You have to be able to hear from him personally. You need this for yourself and your family.

This is the way God has chosen to communicate with us. He gave us the word of knowledge, the word of wisdom, discerning of spirits, tongues, interpretation of tongues, and prophecy. Once in a while he speaks in an audible voice, and he has occasionally had angels speak to people, but you shouldn’t expect those things to happen often enough to save you.

I’m not doing as well as I should be, but I’m getting better fast, and most people I know haven’t even gotten started.

Don’t think you can count on people who are in touch with God to help you. They will have a hard enough time looking after themselves and their families. God isn’t going to let them be so burdened with lazy Christians that they can’t receive his victory and deliverance. You can’t climb onto someone else’s shoulders and ruin what God is doing for them. You need to do this for yourself.