My Pastor James Timothy Freeman

     I just related the story of Jon taking me to a church in an old motorcycle shop, well, this church was pastored by James Timothy Freeman, he was a younger man than I, but he had such a great love for the word of God. When he spoke he was very thorough with the scriptures. He has a heart for the spiritual wellbeing of the people God has entrusted to him.
     Many times he and his wife Sheila sacrificed their own well being for Gods people. He took jobs like a security guard standing in the cold rain & fog all winter. he did this more than one year. He would be there day or night for anyone in the church that needed counseling. He and his wife would go out of their way for people that treated them so wrong , but the Freeman's wanted their souls saved, and helped them in their time of need. Being a Pastor is nothing like the portrayal you see on television, standing in the doorway smiling saying. see you next sunday ? a Pastor is in the trenches fighting the battle day by day. Once I was very sick at Christmas time working and living on a Christmas tree lot. I stayed in a little trailer to discourage tree theft. Pastor Freeman came by and gave me a lesson on the candlestick in the Holy Place, and it was so interesting and full of types and shadows, and that lifted my spirit and lightened the pain and discomfort of being ill. I know he asked God what to talk with me about because it was the best medicine for me at that time. I hope your pastor is as just and fair as mine. Like a football player, God calls the play and he does his best to carry out his assignment.
     See the Photo of my Pastor below.
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Reunited with an old friend Jon and struck gold

     Many years ago, in the mid-70's, an old friend Jon Sump came to visit me in Redwood City, CA. We had a good visit and talked over old times together, he still lived in our hometown of Stockton and invited me to come down with him so we could hang out and visit. When I got to his house, I noticed right away that things were different in his home. On the dining room table, there was a Bible and note pad by his chair. His television was on, there was a program called The 700 Club on most of the time. Jon told me he no longer drank I thought, What did I get myself into ? Jon's brother Terry came by and we talked a while, then Terry and I took off and went someplace and had drinks, this was the start of a three day party.                                                                                                                                   Then I went back to Redwood City, but I couldn't get over the change in Jon. Everything Bad I learned, Jon was my mentor. I got drunk with Jon first, I smoked pot with Jon first and so on. I was at home the next day flipping channels and came across the show Jon was watching. So I thought, I'll watch this and see what his angle is. A guitar duo came on and sang a song. There name was Lamb and their song was The Sacrifice Lamb, the lyrics  rang so true, and humbled me, then the host of the program Pat Robertson, challenged me to pray a prayer with him, and I thought, what have I  got to lose I'm in a living hell now. Back home with my father, not much future just looking to get high and block the world out. So I prayed, Lord I don't know if You are real, but if you are please let me know.
     Things began to change that very evening. My father was plastered and in his, And another thing mood. my friend Terry stopped by out of nowhere. My father started in on me again, and Terry said Let's go. I stayed at his place, and Jon came by, he saw I had a Bible and asked about it . then he invited me to church, I told him that I prayed for God to show me the right place. He said that's the right way to go. but come to church with me, it's in an old motorcycle shop, the tiles were ripped up so you  had to walk on squiggly dried glue on the floor. I thought that was great and went. And I have not left. Jon and I became close friends again, and this time he helped guide me on the right path.

Then along comes Mary

     I have a very sweet face book friend Mary Triviski, she has been a blessing ever since I first made contact with her, she sends encouraging scriptures, encouraging words everything she writes is encouraging. Sometimes Mary has to write while in extreme pain, but , she does it anyway. She believes in being a workman worthy of her wages (Eternal Life) so she presses onward and upward along the path.
     Mary suffers from Mollaret's Meningitis, called a syndrome rather than a disease, M M is very rare. It is now believed to be carried by HSV2, and the side effects are many and very painful. With the assistance of her close friend Libby Baker Sweiger they have started a new face book page titled, "The Truth About Mollaret's Meningitis" with the purpose of 1. Learning more about this rare condition and 2. How we can help those who have it. It has just started up, so if you know something about this topic, here is a great place to tell what you know.
They are both the kindest, sweetest, pleasant and charming women, in Minnesota. which is somewhere back east where it gets cold and stuff, maybe north of Cold as H E double hockey sticks, population: frozen. It's probably by a big lake like everything else back there. sorry I got lost for a minute.
     My life is richer with a connection with Mary & Libby & also their friends and equals Heather and Meghan. I have been so fortunate to be in contact with them all, and so will you. I'm not a person with money, if I was I probably wouldn't have it long, but I am blessed with very good friend that comfort me, and give value to me.

The family at Vegas for a wedding

I went to Las Vegas, NV with my sister Sandy & Rueben. We drove down in my sisters car, an eight hour drive. We arrived in the early evening and checked in to a time-share at the Grandview on Nov. 6th.  Sandy and Rueben treated me so well, they even put off the show they wanted to see because they new I wanted to go to the Mirage and see the Beatles inspired LOVE by CIRQUE DU SOLEIL. It was a show well worth seeing. Wonderful acrobatics from the floor to the ceiling, no safety nets or harnesses. The sound system was awesome with Beatle music playing like I have never heard it before. We went to a Time-share promotion on Monday, it lasted about 90 min. with breakfast served in the casino buffet prior to  the spiel, which by the way was a very good deal. For listening to the presentation we got $100 tickets to the LOVE show for $25 apiece, we saved $300 on that. Tuesday was my Birthday and I got a year older. The wedding was held at Treasure Island on 11-11-11, there were over 20,000 weddings in Vegas that day, Brides in gowns all over town. My brother Skip and his wife Frieda flew in from Hot Springs, Arkansas, My other sister (the bride's grandmother) Dottie and her husband Jim, drove over from Oceanside,CA the same day we arrived. The bride Brandi looked absolutely marvelous and I am so happy for her. My brother looked really good for his age ( I had to say it, it's a long story) Both of my sisters looked very good. I thank Rueben especially, he went out of his way to make my stay a good one. We left Sunday morning early and arrived in Stockton at 5pm. It is so good to be home that really wore me out.
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