THE APOSTOLIC VOICE
Sept,
2006
"The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord"
Subject: God's Name is
Dead?
I saw a Spanish channel showing
something about the Micheal Jackson first Child Molestation arrest
and scenario. I mainly saw the pictures because it was in Spanish,
but they look like the ones on the English channel. Surprisingly,
they translated and transliterated everything except his name,
because Michael is who he is. And rightly so, I’m not talking
about who he is, but rather that names should be transliterated
and not translated. Even further, the English Michael has a
Spanish translation of Miguel; but would the viewers recognize him
if they wrote Miguel Jackson or something? No! So why do we treat
God’s name this way, as it sounds no where near the original
pronunciation. Could it be purposely done? Could it be a trick?
What are the implications? God's name is not dead and unlike any
other name, you need to know it and know of it's unlimited
potency.
I found a story on a website that was
most fitting for this subject. The website was thenameparable.com
but I also saw it on yashua.org or jesusplay.org. It said it was
by person called Scott Nelson. It reads,
=====> START
There once was a missionary by the name
of Barbara Mayhew. Everyone who knew her called her
Barb.
After
spending a number of years bringing the Gospel to the people of
the Philippines, Barb moved back home to a small town in Minnesota
to live near her friends and relatives. Ten years
passed. Then one day, Barb received an unexpected phone
call.
"Hello! Is this Barb Mayhew?" asked the
man on the other end.
"Yes it is." Barb replied. "What can
I do for you?"
"Hi Barb. My name is Dan Seavers. I'm
the new director of on-going missionary activities in the
Philippines. I believe you worked for our organization a number of
years ago... am I right?"
"Why, yes." She replied.
"What can I do for you Dan?"
"Well Barb, it's
like this. We've been receiving some very interesting reports from
the area where you used to work. It appears that shortly after you
left, several of your Filipino friends became missionaries in
their own right. They took the gospel you had shared with them
into the remote areas of the mountain provinces to a couple of
small villages. One village in particular has been turned
upside-down by the gospel. From what I've been told, it sounds
like just about everyone in the village has become a believer! The
interesting thing is Barb, your friends also told these people a
lot about you and you have become a kind of beloved apostle to
them. They talk about you all the time, recounting stories they've
heard about you from your friends. And Barb, get this! They built
a small church and dedicated it to you... the main road that goes
through the village is named after you... and they even sing a
song about you!"
All Barb could say was,
"Wow."
Dan continued. "The reason I am
contacting you Barb is because we believe it would be great if you
could go and spend some time with these dear people... they
would love to meet you. Another thing is, our sources in the area
have heard it rumored that some of them are actually trying to
figure a way to come and see you! That's another reason why we
believe it'd be better if you went to see them. Do you think you
could do it for us... for them, Barb?"
Barb paused
for a moment then said, "This is quite a surprise... and all so
sudden. I don't want to make any quick decisions about something
like this. Can I have a couple days to think about it and get back
to you?"
"Certainly Barb. Take the time you need and
please let me know as soon as you decide. If you do decide
to go, as usual, we will take care of the arrangements to get you
there. I'll wait for your call. It's been nice talking to you
Barb. Bye."
Two days later Barb
called Dan. "Hello,
Dan?"
"Hi Barb." Dan replied. "How are you... and what've you
decided?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I've thought and
prayed about this a lot since you called, and I believe I'd like
to go and spend three months with those dear
people."
"That's wonderful Barb." Dan said with
enthusiasm. "Three months was the same amount of time I had in
mind. This is great. How soon can you leave?"
"It'll
take another three weeks before I'm able to go. I hope that's
O.K."
"Of course Barb. I can't expect you to just
drop everything at a moments notice. I'll start getting everything
ready for you". Dan paused for a moment then said, "Uh...
Barb?"
Dan's tone caused Barb some concern. "Yes."
She replied.
"There's one thing I neglected to
tell you in our first phone conversation ...I hope it isn't a
problem. I don't see why it should be, but... I need to
inform you that you aren't known to the villagers
as Barb. Something was lost somewhere along the line
in trying to communicate your name to the people. We aren't sure
what the problem was, but your new name sounds nothing
like Barb."
"Well... are you sure it's me
they're thinking of?" Barb asked.
"Oh, there is
no question about that." Assured Dan. "It seems that your friends
left several photos of you with the villagers. And Jon McAfee, one
of our associates, has been there and seen the pictures. When Jon
was here at our offices last week we went back through the files
of the missionaries who'd been in that area and we found your file
with your picture. Jon said there's no doubt that it's you they're
in love with."
Barb couldn't help asking, "If they
don't know me as Barb, what do they call
me?"
Dan took a deep breath and said, "Well Barb, I
don't think I could do it justice. I think it'd be best if you
heard it from their lips. Jon says that when they say it, it comes
across with great love. But you should know that we believe it
would be best if you went along with your new name and not try to
correct them. After all, they have a church, a street, and a song
with your new name on it!"
Barb thought for a moment
then said, "Well, I guess I can go along with it. How bad can it
be anyway?"
"That's the spirit Barb", Dan said
cheering her on. "I knew you'd be up to it."
Three weeks
later, Barb drove to the airport and boarded her flight to Manila.
After a long flight and another long bumpy ride into the
countryside, Barb was dropped off at the end of the road several
miles walking distance from her destination. As she began the long
hike through the hills she thought to herself, "I can hardly wait
to meet these dear people and find out what my name is". Barb
cleared a small ridge and saw the little village in the distance
only a few minutes away. Her heart began to beat stronger with the
feeling of anticipation. She didn't know what to expect. As she
walked into the village an old lady glanced her way. Then
suddenly, the old lady's head spun back around. For a moment she
stared wide-eyed straight at Barb. She dropped the bundle of grass
she was carrying... put her hands over her mouth and gasped,
"Zyka!" Then she turned around and ran through the
village shouting, "Zyka Zeejerst, Zyka Zeejerst". Barb stood
there, bewildered... not sure what to think of what had just
happened. She thought to herself, "Is Zyka
Zeejerst some kind of excited exclamation I haven't heard
before? Or... oh no! Could it be the name? Oh, I hope it's not my
name... what a harsh name Zyka Zeejerst would make. It must
be an exclamation of sorts." It wasn't long before all the
villagers were gathered around her. Every one of them was
repeating, almost chanting "Zyka Zeejerst, Zyka Zeejerst" as they
reached out to touch her. When she noticed that many of them had
tears of joy rolling down their cheeks she resigned herself to the
fact that Zyka Zeejerst was indeed her name. The way it
rolled off the people's lips make it obvious. Dan and Jon had been
right. Only the villagers themselves could make such a harsh
sounding name come across with so much love.
Over the
next few days, Barb spent much time visiting with the villagers.
They talked of many things, but most of the time they talked about
the things of the Lord. But everywhere she went, Barb continually
heard and answered to the name Zyka
Zeejerst.
When the first Sunday of her visit came
around, Barb was the guest of honor at the church service. After
singing several praise songs, the leader of the service gestured
for Barb to come to the front. He put his arm around her and
welcomed her on behalf of the entire village and told her that the
church she was standing in had been named in honor of her. Then he
raised his hand to the congregation and started singing. Instantly
everyone joined in and sang;
"Zyka Zeejerst is our
friend,
Zyka Zeejerst is our friend,
it not been for
her,
we not know the Lord,
Zyka Zeejerst is our
friend."
Barb's eyes started to fill with her own
tears of joy as she began to truly sense the people's love for
her.
The next day, while walking down Zeejerst lane,
the main dirt trail through town, Barb noticed a man leading his
cow by a rope just ahead of her. The man stopped suddenly for some
reason but the cow kept on walking and stepped on his foot. As the
pain from the weight of the cow standing on his bare foot set in
he yelled at the top of his voice, "Ah... Zyka Zeejerst!"
Barb was shocked. There was nothing tender or loving in the way
this man spoke her name. Suddenly her new name carried all the
harshness she originally felt it carried. She couldn't help but
wonder if the harsh sound of her new name didn't actually lend
itself to the abuse she had just witnessed. She thought, "I can't
imagine anyone saying 'Ah... Barb Mayhew' in a similar
situation. It just wouldn't work!" Not wanting to make the man
feel bad she slipped into the closest hut she could find without
the man ever knowing she was there. When she turned around to see
who's home she had invaded, a woman greeted her. With a smile on
her face, but a perceptible sadness in her eyes she
said;
"Zyka, I so glad you here. I only wish daughter
Tawani here to see you."
"Where is your
daughter?" Barb asked, fearing she was about to find out the
woman's daughter had died.
"She go to find you in
your home in America! She love you like no other from village. And
she work hard and save for many year to go see you. If only she
know you coming, she not be gone. She be happiest in village to
see you. Maybe she be home before you
go."
The brakes squealed
and the buss came to a stop in Barb's home town. As Tawani stepped
off the buss her heart began to beat with excitement. "This is
Zyka's home. Everyone must know Zyka." She thought to herself.
Tawani walked to the small service station store on the corner.
She walked in, stepped up to the counter, and said to the
clerk,
"Zyka? Zyka Zeejerst?"
The clerk
gave Tawani a puzzled look and shook his head. "Is that a place
you are going to?" He asked.
"No." Said Tawani,
surprised to find that someone didn't know who Zyka was. "Zyka
Zeejerst... she great missionary", She
said.
"No, I've never heard of her", said the
clerk.
Tawani's heart sank as she walked out the
door. She couldn't believe anyone in Zyka's home town didn't know
who Zyka was. Then Tawani saw a sporting goods store across the
street and decided to see if anyone there knew Zyka. She walked in
the door and up to the counter and asked,
"You know
Zyka... Zyka Zeejerst?"
The clerk replied, "No...!"
And he raised one eyebrow as if to say, "Who or what is
that?"
Tawani's heart sank even further. "How can
this be," she thought. Then she remembered and reached into her
pocket and pulled out an old worn picture and placed it on the
counter.
"Here Zyka Zeejerst", she said. "You know
Zyka?"
The clerk looked at the picture for a moment
and shook his head. Then he picked it up and turned to the woman
working with him behind the counter and asked,
"Do
you know this person?"
The woman looked intently at
the picture for a moment. Then she smiled... looked up at a man
standing across the isle and said,
"Hey Dave... isn't
this your sister?"
Tawani regained her excitement as
Dave came over to the counter and looked at the
picture.
"Yup", he said. "That's
Barb!"
Tawani got a puzzled look on her face and
said, "No. This Zyka Zeejerst." as she pointed to the person
in the picture.
Dave chuckled and said, "You can call
her what ya like... but that's my sister Barb. She left for the
Philippines about a week ago. I believe she's plannin'
on being there for three months."
"Zyka gone to
Philippines?" Tawani asked as her heart sank
again.
"Her name really is Barb, and yes, I'm
sorry... but she's gone" Dave replied. He noticed the sadness that
came over the young Filipino girl. Wanting to help, he continued,
"...but our parents live near by and they would love to meet
you. Would you like to meet them?" Tawani nodded and followed Dave
to his truck. As they drove to the Mayhew residence Tawani looked
intently at Dave and with a puzzled look on her face
said, "You say Barb? Zyka is Barb?"
Dave
chuckled again and said, "When we were kids I called her a lot of
things, but I never called her anything like... what is it...
Zykack? Her full-name is Barbara Mayhew. We all call her
Barb, for short."
Dave brought Tawani to his parents
place and introduced Tawani to them. Tawani stayed the remainder
of her trip with Barb's parents... learning all about
Barb.
Some time later, back in the Philippines, Barb
walked home after another Sunday morning worship service were she
figured she must have been called Zyka Zeejerst for
the umpteenth time. Her new name had long since begun to wear on
her. She thought to herself, "That name! Oh that irritating name!
I haven't heard my real name spoken in nearly two months and I'm
really beginning to miss it. Why would it be so hard to tell these
people the truth about my name. My name is so gentle and kind
sounding compared to Zyka Zeejerst. I bet they would enjoy
hearing my real name and they would be happy to know the truth."
But then she realized that the villagers were at least as much in
love with the name Zyka Zeejerst as they were with her.
Zyka Zeejerst had become a part of their soul. "Dan is
probably right", she thought. "It's best if I don't try to
correct them. The shock would be too much for them."
Late
that afternoon, Barb and the villagers were gathered outside
the first church of Zyka Zeejerst when Tawani's mother let
out a squeal and took off running down Zeejerst
lane.
"Tawani, Tawani" she
shouted.
Everyone turned to see Tawani coming into
the village. Then all the villagers ran to greet Tawani who was
already being smothered by her mother's hugs and kisses. They all
kept saying to her; "Zyka Zeejerst is here! Zyka Zeejerst is
here!"
"I know." she said to them.
As Barb
reached the group of excited villagers she walked up to Tawani and
said, "Hello Tawani."
Tawani looked her in the eye,
and after a moment of silence said, "Barb? Barb
Mayhew?"
The villagers gasped in disbelief. "Don't
you know Zyka Zeejerst when you see her?" they asked.
But
Barb couldn't get her arms around Tawani soon
enough. "Yes!" she said. "My name is Barb. Thank
you thank you Tawani... you know who I
am."
=====> ENDS
I
think that might be the expression of God when you find out and
call him by his real name.
To find it out more, see the
book below that tells it all on God’s name, just click or
copy/paste the link (found at amazon.com, use author, title or
ISBN to find it); also available free at threeq.com (just go to
threeq.com and save it to your computer, then open it and read it
or print from your computer or someone else’s computer and read
it, in PDFf format).
WHAT IS HIS
NAME? ISBN: 1419642278
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I HAVE A MESSAGE, DO YOU? ISBN:
1419642243
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DEMONOLOGY
REVEALED ISBN: 1419642235
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STUDENT
MANIFESTO ISBN: 141964226X
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FASTING AND
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THE SEXUALITY
SERIES ISBN: 1419642251
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THE
VOICE ISBN: 1419617303
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UNMITIGATED
PHOTOGRAPHY ISBN: 1419642286
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You can buy the books at your local Borders book store and possible Targets. Just walk in and do a search on their computer catalogue in the isles by author, title, or ISBN. Print the ticket free and bring it to the counter and that's that. Ask an assistant for help if needed. "The Voice..." is available thus far and others. That's it, never thought to write another newsletter since April 7, 2006; if God spares, probably years to come for another, but I left much materials and some graced with strength to give out hundreds of tracks in several states, personally. Somehow I'm alive it must be your prayers, please continue to pray for me, health, wealth, direction, help and as much as the Lord leads you to do. I don't know how I survive without him. To God be the glory, great things he has done.
Grace be unto
you,
Oneil
McQuick
http://www.liberationim.org
P.S.: Erno Rubik
"Every invention has an official birth date. For the Cube this date is 1974 when the first working prototype came into being and a patent application was drafted. The place was Budapest, the capital of Hungary. The inventor's name is now a household word. At the time, Erno Rubik was a lecturer in the Department of Interior Design at the Academy of Applied Arts and Crafts in Budapest" (www.rubiks.com). This reason I cited that source was that even leaving and leaving and leaving and even with the case of the McDonalds, only seen to my blog guest, this creature still persist; acclaiming the unthinkable - trying myself to claim down and apply what psychologist call the "fundamental attribution error or element," whereby you look over pass ill events done to you with laughter or a sense of peace, as if it wasn't blasphemous malicious thiefy worthy of banishment in hades forever - this attempted suckry, that is. So it seems someone left this behind or it be circles, where it is explained what he was doing, the inventor bearing the namesake thereof; though many have ravished my lines. That is, sucking all the pieces from the preacher, like all the colored square on the Rubik's cube, but he cannot put it together; so allow the preacher to redeem the times and then acclaim he is the one that did it, after the preacher is done, seeing he fondly with the colored pieces before the preacher redeemed his own thing; as said in another piece, "thieving all to cover all," but can't put it together. That is, it would be said, he is the first with this or that, so he is the source or real author; plus awaiting other books and things I've plan to do with the same intent, having sucked or seen it before. Sadly, the preacher, having no clue of suckry, would hand his own thing over to this suckerer; and sadly, so is the case with many human beings, hence, so help me God, Suckry must stop!! Given this scenario and many other exposition of truth, evil is always on the prowl to smear my credibility to stop the truth, so be on the look out. And I rebuke such in Yahoshua's (Jesus') name, especially given this technological advance age whereby photos, videos, DNA and other things can be easily fabricated to look real, and I should know, I'm a graphic technologists by profession. So regardless of, we are taught, "No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn." (Isa 54:17)