Jesus Christ restored life to those who had died and started the process of returning to the earth. (Gen 3:19; John 11:25-27; John 11:32-34) He thus demonstrated how he would restore all he chose to life by means of a resurrection, calling them forth from the dirt they had returned to. (Job 14:14-15; Acts 24:15-16; John 11:21-276; John 11:38-44) This work of mine is not, of course, that kind of miracle. But... I do consider it the most important and valuable accomplishment of my life; and, a miracle. So, while the creation of my website is not a miracle in the sense Jesus raising the dead was, helping people to become survivors of Armageddon actually is... Please consider then: What is important about life?
Importance of youth: During my early years I worked for General Motors in Delco Remy's Process Engineering department as a special machine builder. My work seemed important and I worked on some fascinating projects. One was a car starting battery assembly machine. I spent most of a year of my life working on it. It was most of half a city block long with many stations all tied and timed together. The operators just started it up and kept it fed battery cases, plates, insulators and other battery components. The thing whirred and banged and spit out completed batteries at the end. It was, I believe, the first design of such a machine. GM poured untold dollars into it's design and construction. While it was very impressive when it did work, it never worked reliably in production. So, it was an impressive time consuming project by many people joined in that effort; but, not one that had or brought real and lasting value. [Trying to be certain my memory is accurate, I tracked down and spoke with an old friend I actually worked with on that project. Leonard told me the machine actually did work out, and was sent to a Delco battery plant in Georgia. Even so, it would have become obsolete after only a few years.]
Around those same years, I decided to build myself a dune buggy. I bought a custom tube frame, a pretty blue metal-flake fiberglass dune buggy body and accessories, and an old Chevy Corvair. I cannibalized the engine and suspension from he Corvair and bolted them to the frame and then the frame to the body. After a few months of work in my spare time, the parts carried into my garage rolled out as my shiny new dune buggy. I did have fun driving it around for a few years, but in the end, it just wasn't very practical. Once again, a somewhat impressive [to me] and certainly time consuming project, but not one that brought real lasting value.
The largest project of my life by far, during and overlapping both those efforts and for all the 70 years before and since, has been my search for God. I tried to get to know him in my youth. Then, after a stint in the military including a year in combat in Vietnam, knowing God as my friend (James 2:23; John 15:14-15) took on greater importance and urgency. [Visit: VietnamJC.com]
After many disappointing and exasperating years of searching for God in the churches, my lifetime project finally took a turn upward 20 some odd years ago; simply by realizing my need to break away from the churches I had been looking to for help. The primary thing the churches helped me realize is they were really Satan's tools. They helped me realize by each one, one after the other, throwing me out... That is something you should know: The churches dissuade and then abandon all sincere students of the Bible. And so, you are reading my miracle! It is the truth about religion. My experiences with the churches did produce some little benefit, but only in the sense that during all those years in their midst, I was trying to learn what the Bible teaches. So, my time in association with them did gain me "some little" Bible understanding. It was also frustrating and exasperating beyond expression, however, because I discovered their doctrines actually worked to hide truth and in opposition to the Bible. All the churches I was disfavored to have contact with weren't really following the Bible at all. Worse, they had no interest in doing so. They each one had a doctrine of faith defining group membership and approval; a set of rules or a new law "they" had constructed for themselves. (Mat 15:8-9; Gal 3:10-14) With one religious group after another, I would join with enthusiasms as I tried to believe they really were Christians. But then, with each one, I reached a point where I had to say I didn't really believe part of our group doctrine and teaching was scriptural. I did so hoping and even believing they would appreciate truth. But, one after another, they explained as kindly as I guess they could, that their doctrine is what they believe and if I didn't agree, I would probably be better served somewhere else. Each group decided I was not acceptable to them. So, I have been dis-welcomed in every church I have had association with... Think about that; really! Each sect