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.

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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.

 

In Jail For Jesus' Sake

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Here is a story written by Henry McLain for the Azusa Street newspaper in Los Angeles, California in 1906. It's his personal testimony when arrested for street preaching.

When I first went down to Whittier from Los Angeles, as soon as I got on the streetcar to go down, it seemed the power of God came on me, and all the time I was there and during the trial in the courtroom I felt the power of God.  I could hardly sit on my chair in the courtroom.  I knew it was all in the order of the Lord for me to be arrested and put in jail.  The Lord wonderfully used me.  I never had such power of God on me as when I was in that jail.

As soon as we we would come in after supper, after working on the chain gang during the day shoveling dirt, I would get my Bible and call the men into the big room and the Lord gave me their tongue, the Spanish language.  I did not have that tongue, until I went into the jail. 

 As I would talk with them, the tears would run down their faces.  There was not one of them but was weeping bitterly.  Then when I went into my little cell, after I got done preaching, two or three of them would come in and talk with me a long while.  Most of the men were from Mexico. Two or three could talk English and they could interpret English for the others.  I did not know what I was saying in tongues, except as they interpreted for me. 

 When I was preaching to them in tongues, I read the 55th chapter of Isaiah to them in the Spanish language, with my Bible in my hand, but I did not know the chapter, nor that I had read it until they told me.  I never had the Lord use me so much before as in jail.  It seemed wave after wave of power would run over me.  There was hardly a night I would sleep more than an hour or two.  The Lord was giving me messages to give them.. Bless His holy name.

William James Roop

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The Escape From The Mob!

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I was up in Wisconsin visiting my mother's side of the family. My aunt and uncle currently live on the old family dairy farm. They are Nancy and Jerry Mankowski. Both are in their early eighties, but both doing well.  You can read related posts called, "The booze runners" and "FBI crackdown," "The Pistol."

While I was there, my uncle Jerry started telling stories about the Al Capone days in Chicago. One of the stories was about Frank Mankowski, and him changing his name. He did this to hide from the mob!  This is what happened.

Frank Mankowski was a booze runner with his brother Ed. But Frank was more than a booze runner, he also was an enforcer for the Capone crime family!  Their sister Ann was a waitress for a very expensive Supper Club.  One of Al Capones men wanted to date Ann, but Ann didn't like him, so she to refuse his advances. 

Just after the famous St. Valentine's massacre, and the mayor calling in the FBI, Ann was beaten up very badly by the Al Capone man that she rejected! She was beaten up so much that Ann was a the hospital for a month! When Ann woke up, she was terrified of the man who attacked her!

But Frank apparently knew the man, and why he had attacked her. Frank calmly informed Ann not to worry about them. Frank said that he had "taken care of him!". Now remember, Frank was an enforcer for the Al Capone crime family, so that only meant one thing!

When Frank finally got Ann out of the hospital, just as the Feds were cracking down, they fled to California!  When Ann got settled down there, Frank took a slow boat around through the Panama Canal and up to New York City. That is when Frank Mankowski changed his name to Langowski. That was his mother's maiden name.

His mother was pregnant with Frank by another man before her marriage, so Frank was never really a Mankowski anyway. So, Frank changed his name and laid low in New York City for about five years! Frank would never reveal what he did in New York City during those years, that went with him to the grave!

After the five years, Frank bought a farm in central Wisconsin near his brother Ed. There they both lived as farmers, and a much quieter life!  He kept the name Langowski for the rest of his life.

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

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FBI Crackdown

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I flew up to Wautoma, Wisconsin, to visit my aunt and uncle. They are Jerry and Nancy Mankowski. While I was there, Jerry told me many stories, here's one. Also other related posts are, "The escape from the mob," and "The booze runner,"  "The Pistol."

My grandfather, Ed Mankowski, and his brother Frank, both work for the Al Capone crime family, in Chicago, Illinois, in the nineteen-thirties. Ed was a booze runner, and Frank was also a booze runner, but also an enforcer. They also had a sister who worked as a dance hall girl.

Running booze for the crime family was one thing, but being also an enforcer for the Capone's was another thing altogether! Frank did a lot of the dirty work for the Capone's.

Just after the St. Valentine's Day Massacre in Chicago, the Mayor called in the FBI to clean things up, due to the bad press. Everyone knew that they would soon have to lay low for awhile. 

After the massacre and before the FBI got settled in, a lot of score settling took place between the gangs of the city.  Frank got mixed up with that, and fled to California with his sister. Ed left in nineteen-forty-two to a farm in Wisconsin.

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

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Fire Falling At Hermon

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This is a story about a Bible study and a small village of Herman California which is now part of the greater Los Angeles area. It was told by William j Seymour in his book called, "The Azusa Street Papers," in 1906.

Hermon is a small Free Methodist settlement in the hills near Los Angeles.   At cottage prayer meetings being held there, The Holy Ghost has manifested His presence in a marvelous way.  The church people stand aloof to a great extent, but God is overthrowing all opposition. 

At a meeting recently held in a cottage near the church, One sister was baptized with the Holy Ghost on the front porch.  She lay under the power of God for something like 2 hours, praising God and speaking in an unknown language.

Two nights afterward, add another cottage prayer meeting, The house was filled to overflowing with people.  The meeting lasted until one o'clock in the morning.  Five were baptized with the Holy Ghost and three were sanctified.  Two sisters lay under the power of God until after one o'clock, speaking and singing in an unknown tongues.  Was singing could be heard over the hills.  This is stirring the people, And God is going to work wonders in this place.  He recognizes no man-made creeds, doctrines, your classes of people, but "the willing and obedient shall eat the good of the land."

William James Roop, MABS

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