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From total despair His voice gently pierced my calloused
           spirit  with  these  words:  “John,  you’ve  been  trying    to
           love  me  your  whole  life.  Have  you  noticed  something,
           you’re  not  really  good  at  it?  From  now  on  let’s  try
           something  different.  I  never  want  you  to  try  and  love
           me,  or  serve  me  or  do  something  you  think  will  make
           Me love you. From now on you are going  to let Me love
           you.  When  your  eyes  open  in  the  morning  you  must
           throw off the covers like they are snakes and jump out
           of bed before you fall victim to your “stinking thinking”.
           You have only a few seconds before the “old man” steals
           the  day  from  you.  Put  on  some  clothes  and  sit  in  my
           presence in silence. Just let Me love you!”
           I don’t have the space to testify  the radical change that
           took place as I listened to the Lord and let Him love me
           every  day.  One  day  I  will  write  a  book  just  about  that.
           But most importantly I learned what Job learned. I had
           heard  of  Him  with  the  hearing  of  these  weak  fleshly
           ears.  But  now  I  see  Him  with  the  eyes  of  faith  He  gave
           me. I am thirsty only for Him and satisfied only with His
           water.  Our  faith  is  a  gift,  that  when  received  like    the
           seed of life that it is, grows into the life of His only Son.
           He now lives in, with and through us.

           As  I  struggled  over  the  past  few  weeks  with
           gastrointestinal  issues  culminating  in  surgery  this
           Thursday, I can truly report that the heavenly warfare of
           Job  is  still  happening  in  my  life  and  I  know  it’s
           happening  in  yours.  Being  hospitalized  for  eleven  days
           over  the  past  two  weeks  has  given  me  ample
           opportunity to finish this book, but I just couldn’t get it
           done.  Having  had  cancer  three  times  in  the  past    and
           now finding three tumors in my stomach and duodenum,
           you  can  imagine  the  onslaught  of  fear  and  accusations
           coming from the enemy. But having been engrossed for
           a month in editing and meditating on the  true meaning
           of  the  Book  of  Job  I  found  myself  living    the  principles
           we are trying to share.
           I had much time  in the midnight hours listening  to His
           “songs  in  the   night”  and  practicing   seeking   Him   for


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