Flying Things!

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Things Flying

 

E. Taylor is a conductor on the sleeping cars on the Southern Pacific Railway in California… He says, While on the train between Mojave and Barstow, on the night of October 4^th, about 11 p.m., the moon shining very brightly and no cloud in sight, and no wind, I was sitting by the car window looking out, when my eye fell on the moon which was as clear as I ever saw it.  

Right across the face of the moon was a large cross, as plain as my hand before me.  I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and saw it as before.  I then raised both windows, put my head out and saw not only the cross but a man on the cross with his arms extended, and the lower part of the cross dripping with fresh blood, very red.  I then called for the porter… and asked him to look at the moon and tell me what he saw. 

 He replied, describing the cross with a man on it and the blood dripping from it and asked, “What are the things flying about with wings?” 

Mr. Taylor looked out again, and the air between him and the moon was filled with moving objects in the distance, like the multitude of butterflies.  The porter inquired, “What does this mean?”  and opened a window for a lady from Chicago, who gazed in astonishment and described the same objects. Then they heard singing surpassing anything they had ever heard on earth, which could be distinctly heard above the rumbling of the train. 

This scene lasted for nearly an hour, these people watching and describing what they saw and heard.  Mr. Taylor says he broke out in a profuse perspiration, until his clothing was wet.  He became so filled with joy that he wanted to shout aloud, but refrained as the car was filled with sleeping passengers. 

In the course of nearly an hour, the scene gradually faded away.  The lower part of the cross was the last of the scene, but the singing continued for some time longer.[1]

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

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[1] Seymour, William Joseph.  The Azusa Street Newsletter.  Published by the Apostolic Faith Mission in Los Angeles, California from 1906-1908.

 

A Visit To Hell

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A Visit to Hell

I had stopped at the Love's Truck Stop to pick-up some fuel in Waller, Texas. In the next fuel island was an old friend, fueling up his truck.  We worked together for a few years, but we both worked for different companies. His name is Sammy, he is an immigrant from El Salvador,  and he has been working for Brenntag for over ten years. 

Sammy started sharing with me a lot of different spiritual experiences he was having throughout his life.  He said it started when he was praying whether or not he should change jobs.  Sammy said that God told him to keep his current job.

After a few different stories about his life, Sammy shared with me about a man in England, named Tandell, that gave his testimony on a radio show.

Mr. Tandell said that twenty years prior, he had raped and murdered a woman from Thailand, in London, England.  He said that he would never be caught, but after twenty years he had a major heart attack and his heart completely stopped!

Mr. Tandell was rushed to the hospital while the paramedics tried to work on him.  This man said that he was looking down on his body from above when the paramedics arrived.  He then started walking away with a very thick, black cloud chasing after him!  He would say later the thick, black cloud was time closing in on him!

Tandell was running from the thick, black cloud, when he came to three tunnels.  He said the tunnels were his three big mistakes in life.  He chose to go down one of the tunnels.  He was running down the tunnel with darkness closing in on him!  He came out of the tunnel, and started walking on a rope bridge.  This rope bridge spanned a lake of boiling blood!

When he got to the other side, demons that resembled frogs standing upright jumped on him and started stabbing him with knives, and kept killing him over and over again, but he could not die!  This went on over and over again until he woke up in the hospital!  He woke up screaming for help!

The doctors revived his heart by shocking his chest.  That’s what brought this man alive again, and back from the dead!  This man knew immediately when he was revived, that he was being punished for the murder that he had committed twenty years ago!

He asked the doctors and nurses to call the police immediately.  He was a murderer, and he wanted to confess his crimes!  The medical staff was confused, but they called the police anyway. 

Two detectives arrived, and he confessed to the murder, and everything else that he was guilty of.  He confessed to all of his crimes to the police, but especially to the murder of the woman!

The courts pronounced him guilty and gave him a life sentence in prison.  This man spent the remaining years of his life in prison reading the Bible! That’s how he died years later, in his prison cell reading his Bible![1]

William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

 

 

 

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[1] A story shared to me by a friend.

A Great Dark Ball

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A Great Dark Ball

Edna Slingerland, a child of eleven years living in Portland, Oregon has been in communion with Jesus for three years, and her parents write that she has had many visions given her.  

Saturday evening, November 24^th after an hour spent in reading the Bible and talking to Jesus, the Lord gave her this vision.  She saw a great dark ball, black as could be, and as it rolled slowly, a large grey surface came in sight, and the words came to her, “Pacific Ocean.”  As it rolled on, she saw a large bright spot, bright as an electric light, and the words “Los Angeles” came. 

 Then in the brightness of it, Jesus’ face showed and a throng of angels dancing and rejoicing.  Then scattered over the black ball, she saw here and there, a very small bright spot and in each of them, the face of Jesus showed only partly.[1]

 William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

 The Trucking Tango

 

 

 

 

 

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[1] Seymour, William Joseph.  The Azusa Street Newsletter.  Published by the Apostolic Faith Mission in Los Angeles, California from 1906-1908.

 

Rules For Young Men

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Here is a quote from William Temple, a great Christian who lived from 1628-1699, on the rules for the development of young men.  I hope that it will be a blessing to you.

"The best rules to form a young man are:

to talk little,

to hear much,

to reflect alone upon what has passed in company,

to distrust one's own opinions,

and to value others that deserve it."

William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

My Father is back!

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My Father is back!

I had a new trainee today. He is a short little Hispanic man. His name is Juan Alegria. Alegria is the Spanish word for "happy." Then he was true to his name. He was happy all the time!  But after asking if I believed in ghosts, and saying that he did indeed,  he told me his ghost story. 

His father had passed away about a month before, Juan flew back to his father’s house in Mexico City for the funeral.  That’s when his father appeared to him!

Juan said he was standing over the commode urinating when he noticed something at the corner of his eyes!  He looked to the left and saw his father standing there!  His father was just standing there looking at him! He was shocked and afraid because his father’s been dead and buried for a month!

He finished his business and then walked away for a few minutes to collect his thoughts.  A short time later, he walked back into the bathroom and his father was still there!  His father didn’t say anything, he just stood there and looked at him!

Juan was scared and didn’t know what to think about the situation.  So he decided to leave the house.  It was a very beautiful and large house in Mexico City.  His father was middle-class and was very proud of the home that he had built.

We discussed afterwards that perhaps his father’s spirit was stuck in the house, because his emotions were so attached to it.  His father also owned two shoe stores and a bakery, and was very proud of his success.  Whether or not that it could be a  true phenomenon  is unknown.  But it does kind of make a little sense.[1] 

 William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

 

 

 

 

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[1] A story that was shared with me.

A Vision of Heaven

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A Vision of Heaven 

Our little girl Myrtle was recently taken with a severe cold and sore throat and had every symptom of scarlet fever.  During a season of prayer on Tuesday evening, December 18^th, 1906, all the family, papa, mama, Herman, and four-year-old Ruth laid our hands on her head and each one prayed for her healing. 

A wonderful spirit of song came upon us.  The Spirit sang the songs of Zion through our lips.  During this season of song, my little girl sat on a chair with her eyes closed; and when the song stopped, she said, “O papa, I have seen Jesus.”  And then she told the following vision: 

I came to a city with many streets.  There seemed to be a division in the city, there was a narrow street that separated.  On the side streets were clean and paved and the buildings were of marble and strong, and there was a car there with the words on the front, TO ZION.  On the side of the car was TO THE BEAUTIFUL CITY OF GOD.  On the dirty street was a dirty car, and on the front was TO HELL.  On the side was GOING DOWN.  

After I got on the clean car, I went to the conductor and asked him if I could go over to the unclean car, and the car was stopped and I went across with others, and we took five apiece off from Satan’s car.  And when they came across the line from the unclean street to the clean, their garments and faces became clean.  And when we came to the white car, the car expanded itself to make room for all that came. 

I saw the car the devil was on, go down into a dark abyss.  Then our car stopped, and we all went over to where this car had disappeared.  Jesus spoke and a great grate of iron came and then a great stone, and stopped up the mouth of the abyss so that Satan could come out no more. 

As the car went on, I saw that everything was beautiful.  The mist rolled away.  Beautiful flowers appeared. 

When we arrived at the beautiful city of God, there were lovely homes given to us.  And after we were there long enough to get adjusted, we went to visit the Palace of the King.  I saw Jesus on a throne made of diamonds and pearls.  He was dressed in shining raiment, sparkling in every color. 

A beautiful Christmas feast was spread on tables.  The cloth on the tables and the food was beautiful.  The walls of the room and the carpet on the floor shone with beautiful colors.  I looked in the mirror and saw I was clad like an angels.  I saw my father and mother and brother and sister coming in, and their clothes were transformed like the rest. 

The molding around the room was decorated with holly,  most beautiful to behold.  Jesus called attention to me and said, “Do you see that little girl down there?”  Their eyes seemed to look clear through me.  Then He said, “This girl was very sick and had faith and I healed her.”  And all the hosts sang a most beautiful song of praise.  Then Jesus took us and showed us all around.  When we came out, He had a beautiful chariot ready to take us all back to earth.”[1]

 William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

 

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[1] Seymour, William Joseph.  The Azusa Street Newsletter.  Published by the Apostolic Faith Mission in Los Angeles, California from 1906-1908.

 

The "Rat" in the attic

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The “Rat” in the attic 

I have been a hospice volunteer for a few years now.  Off and on I have heard a reference from the nurses about a rat in the attic. That was always the reason why they would never go up there.  If they needed anything to be put up there or taken down, they would call the maintenance manager. The maintenance manager was a little Vietnamese man of the age of about seventy. 

That particular evening, one of the nurses mentioned about putting something in the attic.  I was not very busy, so I informed them that I could take it up there.  They quickly told me that the maintenance manager would do it tomorrow. Again I overheard them referring to the rat in the attic. 

I got a little curious, plus a little stupid, and I have never been up there before, so I decided to walk up there just to have a look around.  After a little while, when the nurses got busy and were not looking for me, I sneaked up the stairway. 

I got up the stairs, opened the door, and slipped inside.  Just as soon as the door closed behind me I felt troubled.  I had the flashlight on my cell phone on and it illuminated the attic fairly well.  But it was a large attic and the back of it was still dark. 

I looked around with the flashlight.  The attic was mostly empty, with just some things along the walls close to the door.  As I was slowly feeling more nervous, I think that the maintenance man was smarter than I thought. 

I slowly started to leave the door area and started to walk towards the middle.  Then the more I walked the worse I felt.  I have a feeling of cold dread!  The further that I left the door, the more intense the feeling of dread that I felt! 

I quickly concluded that there was not a rat up here but an evil presence of some kind!  That’s when I got really frightened! But I decided to sally forth into the evil void!  My stupidity is sometimes shocking. 

After a little pause to build up my nerve, I started walking again towards the middle of the attic again.  I walked slow and steady repeating out loud, “In the Name of Jesus!”  That helped out a little, but not much.  

When I got to the middle, I was surrounded by the light of my little flashlight. The feeling of evil dread was now overwhelming!  I could now sense that the evil presence was located at the far end of the attic in the left corner.  I don’t know how I could sense this, but I could.  Maybe it’s a spiritual gift. 

The feeling of dread was now so intense that I couldn’t walk any further.  I was standing in the middle of the attic frozen like a statue.  I couldn’t move!  The evil presence was there, and it seemed like it was staring at me!  I could sense that it didn’t want me up there.  It didn’t want anyone up there! 

I then heard a voice in my head saying, “What are you doing up here?” and  “You shouldn’t be up here!”  This was the voice of God speaking to me.  Certainly words of wisdom! 

I slowly started to back up.  I didn’t want to turn my back on that evil presence, that demon.  I slowly walked backwards.  I eventually got to the door to the stairway.  When I got to about five feet away I made a run for it.  Opened the door and ran down to the second floor.  I now felt safe! 

I spent a few minutes leaning against the wall, sweating, and trying to learn this important life lesson.  The nurses knew all about this evil demon in the attic.  They referred to it as a “rat’ so that the hospice patients and family members would not overhear and become frightened.  

I had learned some of the wisdom of our hospice nurses and how they communicated things.  I was learning some of those lessons the hard way.[1]    

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

 

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[1] My own personal experience.

Visions of Jesus

 Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

This was first published in 1906 in the paper, Household of God, by Thomas Junk.  It was reprinted on the same year by the Apostolic Faith Mission Newsletter.

While Brother G.W. Evans was with us in Oakland, California, exhorting the people to come to Christ, we observe he was speaking i verse with great earnestness, in which the great blessing of salvation and happiness and eternal life were held out to all who would come to Christ and obey Him.  

After speaking in this manner for probably five minutes he fell backward to the floor, and remained in an unconscious state for probably ten minutes; and then arose.  After meeting a woman in the congregation went to him and requested a copy of the poetry he had spoken, and found he was oblivious to the fact that he had repeated a number of verses.

Later I talked to him about this experience, and he stated that he had never committed any such verses to memory and knew nothing of having repeated them in the meeting.

He then told me that while he was speaking the whole rear end of the Hall became filled with faces of angelic beings from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall.  A literal bank of beautiful faces, with Jesus in the center, and all faces turned towards Him.  He says he recognized Peter and James and John, also John Wesley.

During his gaze at this Heavenly host he spoke unconsciously the invitations and exhortations to all to come and receive the rich blessings offered.  He knew nothing of his fall, but returned to consciousness to find himself on the floor.  The same thing occurred again, about ten days later in the meeting, with this difference he did not recognize any of the faces, except Jesus, standing in the center.

At both times, he says, there were waves of spiritual power and glory coming from Jesus all over him.  I believe everyone in the house felt the Divine power present, and the altar was instantly crowded with penitents.

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

Down The Hallway

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Down the hallway 

By this time in my young life, the late teenage years, after several years of supernatural experiences, I developed a sense of the presence of spirits.  What does this mean you might ask?  This means that I could “feel” a spirit that was in the building, but not in the same room that I was currently in! 

I will give you an example.  I was awakened late at night, from myself, or by “something” I cannot tell you.  But I was startled awake, and laid in bed for a few minutes.  I then “felt” something moving just outside my bedroom in the hallway. This “feeling” that I  felt was something in the spiritual dimension.  It was not emotional or physical, but a spiritual “feeling.”

While lying in bed I could feel something in the hallway, on the other side of a wall and a closed door. This was a spirit, but not just a spirit, it was an evil spirit. I knew that it was an evil spirit because I could feel a cold evil “feeling” coming from it.  I understand that is an inadequate way to explain it, but that’s the best I can do. 

I sensed that it was walking from one end of the hallway down to the other end.  I could, in a spiritual way, know its exact location and its movements.  Whether this understanding came from me or “something” else, I did not know. This evil entity then turned around and walked back, paused at my closed door, then  walked through the closed door, and into my room! 

It just stood there, in front of my bedroom door and stared at me. This demon then threw a net of fear on top of me! Yes, I saw it as a spiritual net. It seemed like an eternity! I lay there paralyzed with fear!  I was unable to move or even speak! 

After a few minutes (it seemed like hours), this spirit turned away and walked back through the closed door and continued to walk through the outer wall of the house.  It was gone! Then the net of fear left me.  I lay there in bed covered in sweat!  I wasn’t hot, but I was sweating with fear! 

I laid there trying to figure what had just happened to me. At first I thought that it was a ghost. Then, when it had thrown a “net” of fear, I decided that  could have only been a demon.  So my best guess was that it was a demonic entity.[1]

William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

 

 

 

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[1] My own personal experience.

Sanctification and Power

 Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

This was first published in 1906 in the paper, Household of God, by Thomas Junk.  It was reprinted on the same year by the Apostolic Faith Mission Newsletter.

Have you accepted Jesus?

Will you accept Him?

Have you accepted Him as your sanctifier?

In John 17:15-17, Jesus prayed, "I pray not thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that thou shouldest keep them from the evil.  They are not of the world, even as I am not of the world.  Sanctify them through thy faith, thy word is truth.... And for their sakes I sanctify myself, that they might also be sanctified through the truth."

Also in 1 Thess. 1:4, "This is the will of God even your sanctification."

Bless His dear name.  He says, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock.  If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in unto him and sup with him and He with us."  Praises to our God. Hosanna to His omnipotent name!

If we are sanctified and have clean hearts, living pure, holy lives and having perfect love for our souls, O, let us receive the Baptism with the Holy Ghost, the promise of the Father, that we may be able to be His witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea, and Samaria, and unto the uttermost parts of the earth.  For Jesus gave this great commission in His resurrection power,  after He rose from the dead.  

"Go, ye, into all the world and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you, and lo, I am with you always even unto the end of the world."

O, dear loved ones, we must preach and teach and practice all that Jesus has commissioned us.  If we have not received all of the fullness of our blessed Christ, let us continue till we shall be filled with all the fullness of God.  Let us press forward to the mark of the prize of the high calling in Christ Jesus.  O dear loved ones, this means the baptism with the Holy Ghost and fire upon our souls.

It is heaven in our souls here.  O, let us get down before God and humble ourselves until we can hear Him speak.  He desires to speak with His people today as He did in the early morning of the church.  The Holy Ghost wants to speak to the people.

We praise God for the instruments He has raised up to bring to us light, but far above all, we admire the great Teacher of teachers that never makes a mistake, that loved us even to the throbs of death when He hung on Calvary from the sixth until the ninth hour and there was darkness over the face of the earth, proving to a lost and benighted world that He was the Son of God.

Infidels were compelled to confess that this was the Son of God, for they heard His words on the cross, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."  His great desire on the cross was for the salvation of souls.

Dear ones, have we got that burning passion for souls of the lost?  When we are persecuted and tried for the word of God, can we say in our hearts, Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they do?  This is what it means to have the faith that was once delivered unto the saints, faith such as Stephen had when he was being stoned to death.  He could look up into heaven and see Jesus at the right hand of God.  It seems that he could not feel the stoning he was so wrapped up in Jesus.  There was a smile on his face like an angel when he fell asleep in Jesus.

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

Lake of Molten Lead

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Lake of Molten Lead

 

This same man, who had never seen a vision before, was retiring for the night in a hotel.  After having prayed, he was sitting on his bed when he saw the floor open at his feet, revealing a lake like molten lead, with living creatures plunging and moving in it, and men continually falling in.  

Above his head, seemingly up in the air, there seemed to be something like a very large bird cage, full of people, and as he gazed he occasionally saw a person descending from the earth and joining the company in the lake of molten lead![1]

William James Roop, M.A.B.S.

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

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[1] Seymour, William Joseph.  The Azusa Street Newsletter.  Published by the Apostolic Faith Mission in Los Angeles, California from 1906-1908.

 

Spirit Walking In The Room

 Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

Walking in the room 

This was my first known experience with a demonic entity.  I was lying in bed late at night. I had been sleeping just fine until I woke up suddenly.  I was laying there quietly and just thinking.  Then I just had this weird, cold feeling starting to come over me. I could not understand what was going on. 

I then felt some cold, evil entity come through my bedroom wall, the one by the closet and facing the bed. I could not see anything in front of me, the room was completely empty.  But there was “something there!”  I could not see it, but it was there!  I became very terrified!  

The fear made the seconds pass into hours. I started to sweat profusely! I could “feel” this invisible entity walk around my bed, and stand next to me, just staring down at me! How did I know this without seeing anything?  I felt it spiritually, with spiritual eyes.  I didn’t understand it at the time, I just knew it. 

There we were just staring at each other. I was lying in bed shaking and sweating. The demon is standing next to the bed staring down at me.  Then I spiritually felt a net of fear being thrown on top of me by this demon.  Then I understood what fear really was!  

This evil, spiritual net caused me to become so fearful that I was physically paralyzed!  I had been sweating before, but now I was quickly becoming drenched in sweat!  This was a whole new level of fear!  As I was lying there trembling, this evil thing started to laugh at me.  It turned away and walked out through the closed door to my right. 

When the demon left the house then the cloak of fear had left me as well.  I lay there sweating and trying to recover.  After about an hour later, I dozed back off to sleep.  I slept out of physical exhaustion due to the trauma of the event.  The demonic event took a lot out of me and made me physically and emotionally exhausted! 

Unfortunately, this was the beginning of several demonic or ghostly events that would happen to me in this bedroom as a teenager.  These kind of event happen mostly at night because everything is quiet and there are no other distractions.  Spirits can be noticed more if we don’t have the distractions of life filling our senses.  [1]

William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

 

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[1] My own personal experience.