Its my prayer that this will be an access to something wonderful in your life and that of your family. On September 22 of 1979 God extended His Divine Grace to me, and I responded by repenting and being baptized by immersion in “The Apostolic Way”. From the beginning I sensed a ” Divine Calling to Serve The Lord”, but it was until 1985 and after I had some theoretical and practical training that I began reaching out and with the help of God fruits were manifested. At the end of 1989 we arrived in this lovely country and at the beginning of 1990 we joined a fellowship of believers in Scarborough where I became an associate minister.
Providentially we moved to this area of Kitchener-Waterloo and The Lord gave us the privilege to work among the Spanish community for a while until the need was felt to open our fellowship door to anyone. Our services are in English and interpretation is used as needed. in 2006 i was brought through a wilderness experience, a decease developed in my Kidneys (Nephritic Syndrome). After all the tests and a biopsy the Doctor wrote “Chronic Decease” and by October I was hospitalized to drain my left lung which collapsed because it became full of fluids. While I was in the hospital wondering about my future and asking God to reveal to me the reason of this school of suffering or if I was going to be promoted to my heavenly rest, the Divine and Loving Lord made it very clear in my heart that: “I was not going to die…It was an experience for my spiritual good and the good of the people” . By His Grace I am still here and trusting I will be of some help to you and your family. God has blessed me with a very lovely and loyal wife and 5 children (2 daughters and 3 sons). May God richly bless you. Jesus and I Love You!!
Your brother: Jose
My Ordination was on July 18, 2010 and the following was my prayer on that day:
THE PRAYER OF A GOD-CALLED MAN
(Mine is the Same)
Brick #4 in the Stack called “The Pastor”.
Brick #4 in the Stack called “The Pastor”.
O Lord. I have heard Thy voice and was afraid. Thou hast called me to an awesome task in a grave and perilous hour. Thou art about to shake all nations and the earth and also heaven, that the things that cannot be shaken may remain. Oh Lord, my lord, Thou hast stooped to honor me to be Thy servant. No man taketh this honor upon himself save he that is called of God as was Aaron. Thou hast ordained me Thy servant to them that are stubborn of heart and hard of hearing. They have rejected Thee, the Master, and it is not to be expected that they will receive me, the servant.
My God, I shall not waste time deploring my weakness nor my unfittedness for the work. The responsibility is not mine, but Thine. Thou hast said, “I knew thee- I ordained thee- I sanctified thee,” And Thou hast also said, “Thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.” Who am I to argue with Thee, or to call into question Thy sovereign choice? The decision is not mine but Thine. So be it Lord. Thy will, not mine be done.
Well do I know Thou God of the prophets and the apostles, that as long as I honor Thee, Thou wilt honor me. Help me therefore to take this solemn vow to honor Thee in all my future life and labors, whether by gain or by loss, by life or by death, and then to keep that vow unbroken while I live.
It is time, O God, for Thee to work, for the enemy has entered into Thy pastures and the sheep are torn and scattered. And false shepherds abound who deny the danger and laugh at perils which surround Thy flock. The sheep are deceived by these hirelings and follow them with touching loyalty while the wolf closes in to kill and destroy. I beseech Thee, give me sharp eyes to detect the presence of the enemy; give me understanding to see and courage to report what I see faithfully. Make my voice so like Thine own that even the sick sheep will recognize it and follow Thee.
Lord Jesus, I come to Thee for spiritual preparation. Lay Thy hand upon me. Anoint me with the oil the New Testament prophet. Forbid that I should become a religious scribe and thus lose my prophetic calling. Save me from the curse that lies dark across the face of the modern clergy, the curse of compromise, of imitation, of professionalism. Save me from the error of judging a church by its size, its popularity or the amount of its yearly offering. Help me to remember that I am a prophet- not a promoter, not a religious manager, but a prophet.
Let me never become a slave to crowds. Heal my soul of carnal ambitions and deliver me from the itch for publicity. Save me from bondage to things. Let me not waste my days puttering around the house. Lay thy terror upon me, O God, and drive me to the place of prayer where I may wrestle with principalities and powers and rulers of the darkness of this world. Deliver me from overeating and late sleeping. Teach me self-discipline that I may be a soldier of Jesus Christ.
I accept hard work and small rewards in this life. I ask for no easy place. I shall try to be blind to the little ways that could make life easier. If others seek the smoother path I shall try the hard way without judging them too harshly. I shall expect opposition and try to take it quietly when it comes. Or if as sometimes it falleth out to Thy servants, I should have grateful gifts pressed upon me by Thy kindly people, stand by me then and save me from the blight that often follows. Teach me to use whatever I receive in such manner that will not injure my soul nor diminish my spiritual power. And if in Thy permissive providence honour should come to me from Thy church, let me not forget in that hour that I am unworthy of the least of Thy mercies, and that if men knew me as intimately as I know myself, they would withhold their honours or bestow them upon others more worthy to receive them.
And now, O Lord of heaven and earth, I consecrate my remaining days to Thee; let them be many or few, as Thou wilt. Let me stand before the great or minister to the poor and lowly; that choice is not mine, and I would not influence it if I could. I am Thy servant to do Thy will, and that will is sweeter to me than position or riches or fame and I choose it above all things on earth or in heaven.
Though I am chosen of Thee and honoured by a high and holy calling, let me never forget that I am but a man of dust and ashes, a man with all natural faults and passions that plague the race of men. I pray Thee, therefore, my Lord and Redeemer, save me from myself and from all the injuries I may do myself while trying to be a blessing to others. Fill me with Thy power by the Holy Spirit, and I will go in Thy strength and tell of Thy righteousness, even Thine only. I will spread abroad the message of redeeming love, while my normal powers endure,
Then, dear Lord, when I am old and weary and too tired to go on, have a place ready for me above, and make me to be numbered with Thy saints in glory everlasting. Amen. AMEN.