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The Rescue
A story of redemption

Lisa Zeitler
With

Deanne Kincaid

Open Door Outreach Publications Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina

The Rescue
Lisa J. Zeitler
with Deanne Kincaid

Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved ISBN: 978-1-4507-9442-8 Published by: Open Door Outreach Publications Post Office Box 1972 Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina 29465
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Dedication
From Lisa: My Most Gracious, Heavenly Father, words cannot describe how full my heart is with genuine gratitude for the gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ my Lord. You saved me from the pit of hell and brought me into Your ultimate forgiveness through the blood of Your Precious Son. You have redeemed me to be Your instrument in these last days to fearlessly bring forth Your Truth through the glorious mystery of the Gospel for which I am an ambassador in chains. May I spend all eternity bringing You glory by worshiping You in the fullness of the Holy Trinity; Father, Son and Holy Spirit. AMEN! I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. (Galatians 2:20) KJV From Deanne: Thank You, Heavenly Father, for the privilege to pour out onto these pages, the power and truth of the painful price You paid to set us free. . . and for the gift you have given the artist in me to paint with words. Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. (Ephesians 3:20-21) KJV

Forward For centuries Jesus has been a stumbling block and a mystery to many people. I honestly believe that heaven is closer to earth than any time in history. For those of you that know and love Jesus, this book will thrill you and you will rejoice as the pages unfold. For those of you that do not know Jesus, this book will be a revelation and an explanation of this wonderful Messiah. I thank the writers for this marvelous work and pray Gods richest blessings upon them. One of them I know personally and love dearly.Lisa Zeitler. I can honestly say that once I started reading this book I could not put it down. As a matter of fact, I read it in just two nights.

Rabbi Warren Frankel The Rock of Israel Ministries

Introduction Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light. (Ephesians 5:14) Do you love someone? I mean, do you really love someone? Would you do anything to save them if they were in danger? Would you die so they could live? The kind of love you feel for your family and friends cannot compare to the love God has for us, for you! Your love is a drop. His love is the ocean. When sin entered the garden, our Creator could not bear to cast us into eternity without Him. We are His heart and before time began He made a way to save us. He had to. Come close. Do you see the star lighting up the night sky with hope? Two thousand years ago God came to earth. Walk toward the manger with me. Can you feel the humility in the air? Closer now. Touch the pure soft skin of your Redeemer. Put your face next to His and look into the eyes of pure innocence and sinless perfection. Let the breath of Gods grace fill your lungs. Oh, but the cost . . . it was beyond earthly measure. The sacrifice for your soul would break Heavens heart. A beautiful Savior was nailed to the cross in thirty-three AD, where every sin of mankind was pounded into His flesh. The blood of the spotless Lamb was poured out to cover you and me. Deliverance came down once and for any who would choose it. That means you. No matter how dark the road you have traveled, He is the Light that extinguishes the darkness. Many of you are not living in the total freedom He died to give you. Looking at the world today, inside and outside the Church,

people are bound by the strongholds of evil. By not only the horrendous sins like murder and child abuse, but the gossip you told your friend at lunch after church, the hate you hide in your heart for someone who hurt you or the unforgiveness you hold onto no matter what. There is no doubt we are in the last days, maybe even the last hours. The hour glass has turned and the final grains of sand are trickling down. Wake up! The most High God wants us ready. Is your lamp full? Are you waiting for the Bridegroom? Are you leading the lost to Him? How can you if you are wrapped up tight in these chains? Time is at hand. Your Redeemer is standing by. Yeshua is alive! As you read on you will experience a journey of deliverance. The captive is set free from darkness to enter into the magnificent light, a freedom that can only be found in Jesus Christ. It was finished then and is still finished today. We hope you sense the anointing of the Holy Spirit as you soak in the truth coming from these pages. Open your heart now, you will never be the same. If our God can deliver David Solomon, He most assuredly can deliver you. Ready? Lets go! This is a true story. Most of the names and places have been changed for privacy. Lisa Zeitler is a living testimony of the saving and transforming power of the Lord Jesus Christ. Being once broken and lost herself, she understands hopelessness in the dark. Here, she not only delivers the message to the one behind bars, she serves it to him, radically changing his life and hers . . . forever. As an evangelist, Lisa ministers to many in need but rarely anyone as shattered and desperate as David; a seemingly impossible situation to all but God. What could she do for a man who was

facing the death penalty? She was in the middle of the darkest storm and the hottest fire and with her was the only life-line that could reach him . . . Jesus Christ. Lisa said yes to this Holy assignment, not denying the call. After all, when you refuse His plans and purpose for your life you deny God Himself. Seeing her obedience, what then did the Savior do? He came into the fire . . . and danced with them. The three emerged in glorious redemption, not smelling of smoke but bathed in the fragrance of true forgiveness. As you travel along, you will see more than her personal story, you will view a tapestry of two lives colliding in a moment of time with a single, unbreakable thread running through it. This thread is the risen Savior. In fact, this is His story.

Chapter One The Assignment But I certify you, brethren, that the gospel which was preached of me is not after man. For I neither received it of man, neither was I taught it, but by the revelation of Jesus Christ. (Galatians 1:11-12) Its a brisk, fall evening, a good night to leave the windows open and let in the fresh air before going to bed early. Its been a long day. The sheers draping the windows are billowing in the breeze as I climb in bed and slip into a deep sleep. A rustling sound startles me and my eyes fly open to see a tall, muscular man climbing into the room. I jump out of bed and head for the stairs, sensing his presence behind me. With my heart pounding, I leap down onto every other step. Before my trembling hand reaches for the door knob, he grabs my shoulder. Fear chokes me as I turn toward him. Unable to move, Im face to face, staring into the dark eyes of danger. The next moment I am fully awake and grabbing my chest in terror. Sitting straight up in bed, trying to catch my breath, I realize its only a dream. The fear closes in like a tomb around me as I leap up and close the windows. I dismiss the feeling, thank the Lord for His protection, and try to go back to sleep. Five- thirty will come soon enough. I wake up with curious anticipation in spite of a restless nights sleep. I am heading down to San Antonio to meet with attorney, Jon Gibson. He contacted me a few weeks ago, seeking my help in counseling his client who is awaiting trial in Pottersville, a small town about twenty miles outside San Antonio. According to Mr. Gibson, his client is in desperate need of spiritual counseling. He

further indicated he feared the man is so lost and out of control in darkness, only the hand of God can pull him from the brink. In our initial phone conversation he shared that his client confessed to the rape and murder of a young woman and was in jail awaiting trial. I could sense the heartfelt burden in his voice as he asked if I could offer any help. Jon is a Christian and believes if this man does not have an encounter with Almighty God, he will spend eternity in hell, as it is most probable he will receive the death penalty if convicted. I pour my coffee, grab a protein shake and head out the door. The kitchen clock says six-thirty. I am meeting Jon in four hours. Dark rain clouds are above and a slight drizzle is in the air. I realize this happens often during the heavy life-storms along our way. Even in the weather, God manifests His Sovereign presence. Heavenly tears are in the rain as His heart breaks for the lost. While I make my way through Austin traffic heading south on interstate thirty- five, I begin to understand this is more than a road trip to a destination a few hours away. Im on a spiritual journey as well. Where is the Lord leading? Why me? How can I be useful in helping him? He must have met with psychiatrists and therapists by now. Were they unsure how to help him? Then I recognize Im thinking on a natural level, not a spiritual one. Could God have a bigger plan than I can imagine? These are the thoughts that consume me on my drive this morning. The remainder of the trip is spent in worship, singing praises to the Lord for His mercies and grace. I thank Him for allowing me the privilege to travel along with Him and for everyone that I will meet today. Use me Father, in any way that would bring honor and glory to You. The anticipation grows stronger as I get on the San Antonio exit and drive closer to Jons office. Peace and assurance comfort me

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and Im confident my God will begin something mighty and powerful today. This is a Divine appointment. I pull into the parking lot. Its ten-fifteen. Ashley, his receptionist, greets me with a warm smile and motions me to take a seat. What a beautiful family, I say, commenting on the adorable photo of her husband and two sons. Thank you, she replies, while picking up the phone to notify Jon of my arrival. Think a minute. I have arrived. Every day, we as Christians should be on the journey of the day. A heavenly plan created before time began. Are you listening to His voice, the voice of the Shepherd? Do you lace up your sandals and follow the Rabbi? Are you covered in the dust from His feet because you are following so close? Tomorrow when you greet a new day and take your next breath for granted, will you strive to reach your destination or His? Miracles are everywhere . . . every day. Pay attention now. Are you close enough to hear your Deliverer say, Lazarus come forth!? Do not miss Him. You may witness a dead man brought back to life. Jon greets me with a smile as he enters the waiting area. Walking into his office, I notice the Christian plaques and inspirational pictures that are in plain view, a good signa very good sign. He is not dressed in typical, attorney attire but has a more casual look, wearing Khaki pants and a polo shirt. I would say hes a man

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in his late thirties, with thick, brown hair and deep, blue eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul and as I peak in, I see a humble man with a quiet demeanor. No haughtiness or pride here. I also sense the burden he is about to share. Its remarkable how comfortable we are in our conversation almost like old friends getting reacquainted. Jon then says the words Im curious to hear, The man you will be meeting with today is David Solomon. My heart races when I begin to reflect back on the news reports of his crimes and capture. Im trying to wrap my mind around what Ive heard and wonder again why God wants me here. Something probably happened in his past that led him to this murder. I can feel it when I am with him and if I can feel it, then it must be something terrible, he says with concern. Why do you say that? Because, he says with a chuckle. I believe I have no spiritual discernment whatsoever. When hes in the room the atmosphere changes and if someone doesnt reach him while theres still time, he will be heading straight to hell. This thought is haunting to me, especially if he gets the death penalty. Ive tried many times to speak to David about the Lord, but each time, he cuts off our conversation, not wanting to listen, particularly, when speaking about Christianity. How inspiring to see Jons concern is more than that of an attorney for his client, but as a true disciple of Christ burdened for the lost. As he continues to share how devastated he feels knowing a man may be executed without the salvation of the Lord, I first must emphasize to him, as true believers, we all possess spiritual knowledge in the Holy Spirit. Not all are called into the same level of discernment, but all who are saved have some spiritual insight. Many leave such a precious gift unopened at times or maybe peak in and experience only a small fraction of the power given to

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us at the cross. Imagine for a moment you are stranded on a country road in the middle of nowhere. You have the directions that will lead you home, but they are locked in the briefcase in the passenger seat. The combination was given to you two thousand years ago. All you need to do is enter the numbers from your life manual also known as the living Word of God, flip the latch and open it. When we are true, born- again Christians, we possess the fullness of Christ. We must open ourselves up to the Holy Spirit for Gods directions. He knows us individually and gives us spiritual discernment for the life-plan he has chosen for us. There is no doubt Jon is meant to be in David Solomons life. Almighty God is putting His team together to reach him. Count me in Lord. Your will be done. I will do everything the Lord enables me to do, Jon. We pray for Gods divine guidance and presence in the upcoming meeting with David. Jon thanks me for my time, gives me a hug, and brings in his private investigator to escort me to Pottersville. Sam is a man of few words. He is matter of fact and straight to the point. A large, burly guy dressed in Dockers and a navy blue, button down shirt, I would say Sam is in his mid-forties. Being a private investigator, he sizes up everyone, including me. As we drive to the jail, Sam fills me in more about Davids life, which is full of tragedy, violence and evil. In a word .. hopeless. He really didnt have much of a childhood and what he did

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have lays buried deep inside him because of the violence, he says adjusting his sunglasses. Im not surprised he ended up in jail. I think to myself. Im not sure how you can help, but I trust Jon with this. Weve worked together for a long time and hes very good at what he does. Im not exactly sure why Im here either, but I know I am supposed to be and I trust the Lords guidance. Well, here we are. Do you have any questions before we go in? Where will the meeting take place? Dont worry youll be in a secure area. You will talk to each other over the phone. Surprisingly, I am not worried . . . just thought Id ask. I realize Sam cannot grasp how I can enter this jail, sit in front of a man accused of murder and have no worries or fear. Please understand, its not me. Only by the power of the Holy Spirit can I take each step. The storms in life, they rage. Although problems arise and conflicts ensue, I have a peace that surpasses all understanding. Jesus is my peace. I may not understand all that goes on in this life, but I know the One who holds my life. He commands me to trust Him in all things and not lean on my own understanding. This is why I dont worryI dont need to. Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. (Proverbs 3: 5, 6) We walk into the jailhouse just before one pm. Im introduced to Sgt. Maxwell, a Good Ole Boy from the country, who is small in stature but big at heart. He greets us with a warm handshake then asks for all the necessary information needed for our visit. While handing him my photo ID and ministry credentials, I realize my

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qualifications are not whats written on a laminated card, but the anointing God pours upon me to go through doors only He can open. We take a seat and wait. A few moments pass and Sgt. Maxwell approaches us, saying, There is a cancellation in the conference room, so you can meet with David in there if you like. As usual, Gods in charge. Sure, thats fine, Sam says with surprise. My heart beats faster when I think of being in the same room with him. God is unwrapping His day just as He planned. The Almighty is the Master Artist sitting before His canvas. He draws in the subject matter loosely with a pencil at first and then one by one he chooses the colors, filling his pallet like a rainbow. The right combination of oil and paint make the paint flow smoothly onto the canvas. The artist is responsible for completing the masterpiece. Too much of one color or not enough of another will affect the final outcome. The initial drawing is His plan for us. The oil is the Holy Spirit. The paint color is His will for us each day. The people we meet, the choices we make, the call on our lives is all created by the Masters hand to flow onto the canvas. As we live for Him and allow the Holy Spirit to flow through our lives, God will paint His possible into our impossible. Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. (Mark 9:23)

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 Sam and I are led into a room which is approximately twelve by fifteen. It has one security window with vertical shades. The walls are concrete and painted a cold, prison gray. In the center sits a marred, stainless steel table and three chairs. The chill is not only from the temperature, but the atmosphere. An overwhelming sense of despair emanates from this room. He's coming, I say to Sam. He looks at me with question in his eyes, How do you know that? I can sense the presence of evil entering the room. A paralyzing fear tries to grip me and I begin to pray silently, Lord please let me see him as You see him. My heart settles in peace. David Solomon comes around the corner with his head down. He is wearing an orange jumpsuit and is heavily shackled. Chains are not quiet. They come into the room with him, clanging against the table and chair as the guard seats him. What you cannot see are the chains around his soul. My heart breaks to see before me a man so bound in sin, I can sense the heavy weight in my spirit. To my surprise, hes no stranger. He is the man from my dream! Thank you Father for your sovereign presence. Once again you prepared the way and I see clearly the direction I must follow. You know the end from the beginning. This is what I call a yellow brick road moment. Surely the Lord GOD will do nothing, but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets. (Amos 3:7) Davids head is still down as he sits across from me. Here we are the three of us.

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Oh, Im not talking about Sam, Myself and David. Im talking about Jesus, Myself and David. He stands here guilty with eyes so dark and evil, ones instinct in the natural would be to turn and run. What does not matter is what I feel. He is loved by the Most High. His Creator sent me on this mission of hope. Why did He choose me? I realize how unworthy I am to be here. This is big. Heaven hears my cry for help and peace flows in like a gentle breeze. As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one. (Romans 3:10) Oh, how precious is His truth when I remember: For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him. (2 Corinthians 5:21) When I reflect for a moment on my own miraculous deliverance, I am reminded nothing is impossible with our God. The privilege to be here is beyond my imagination. Thank you Lord, I whisper to myself. When I look through my Father's eyes I do not notice Davids shattered life. I see the Apostle Paul. I see King David. I see you and me. The truth is Jesus Christ gave His life to set us free. Salvation is for us all. He died for all and he died for one, including David Solomon.

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There is quiet for a moment. David continues looking down while Sam speaks with him, mentioning some housekeeping business pertaining to his case and upcoming trial. David, this is Lisa. Your team would really appreciate it if you would speak with her. I told you I would talk to her, but I dont know what good itll do. Youve had me meet with other therapists and you know what they said. I cant be helped. Why is this any different? I am looking at a man with no hope whatsoever. Thats the feeling on his side of the table. The Son is shining on my side and I am about to open the window of Heaven and let Him flood the room. Our Redeemer is standing by. David, I want to thank you for meeting with me today. You dont know me and this may seem awkward, but I hope I can help you in some way. I realize youve met with many therapists, but I am not a therapist or a psychiatrist. I am a minister. My calling in life is to be used by God to reach the broken and offer them hope. Do you know what Ive done? Yes I do. Then why are you here and why would you even talk to someone like me? Because I believe the Lord sent me. I dont understand the big scheme of things but I do know its important to be here for you. As he is speaking, he lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are dark and hollow and I feel as though I am looking into an endless, black hole. The evil gazing at me is saying, stay away, he belongs to us. The next words out of his mouth break my heart. I am nothing. I am a rotten, maggot-filled animal. The things Ive done in my life are horrendous. I deserve to die. They need to kill me. I need to be in hell. The Lord feels differently, I think quietly. He wants no one to

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perish . . . not even one! The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. (2 Peter 3:9) David is far away from the rest of the flock, tangled in the barbed wire of sin. He is lacking the real nourishment of true love and kindness in his life. Torment and destruction are pumping through his veins and the odor of his gaping, bloody wounds are foul. The snake is wrapping him up tight and squeezing all hope from him. The lies and deception from hell have had free reign for too long. I understand now why Im here. My Holy assignment is sitting before me. I do not see a criminal. This is not about the crimes or escaping the death penalty but about his eternal soul. God is allowing me to look through the spirit eyes of a Father and see a devastated, little boy whose been alone and cold in the dark for too long. David is starving for the Truth. No problem . . . Ive brought enough for everyone. In fact, its the only item on the menu. Now is the time to turn on the light from heaven, reach down with the hand of a Savior, and pull this man from his tomb. I need to introduce him to the One and OnlyJesus Christ. An hour and a half flew by. Toward the end of our visit, I say, I want to tell you how sorry I am for your torment. He snaps his head up and stares into my eyes. Why would you say that? No one has ever said that before. I cant imagine the anguish you suffered during your life and I am truly sorry. I want you to understand God can and will take away the pain if you let Him. He is giving you a gift today by

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allowing me to share His Gospel with you. Above all else, remember this; He poured out His love for you through the cross where Jesus Christ, Gods only Son, gave up His life to set you free. Now you must decide if you will choose to receive Him. The guards arrive letting us know we are out of time. I ask them to give us a moment to pray. Will it be all right if I say a prayer for you? Sure. When I begin to pray, Davids head hangs lower. The shame and guilt are a tremendous weight around his neck. His breathing is heavy and is evidence of his exhaustion in carrying such a burden. After my prayer, I reach out to shake his hand. Thank you David. If you would like me to visit you again, let your attorney know and I will be here. He reaches out reluctantly shaking my hand and says with his head down, Thank you, I would like that. I am silent while we walk to the front desk to pick up our personal items. Sgt. Maxwell sends us on our way with a goodbye. I thank him for his kindness and allowing us to use the conference room. Leaving the prison, I notice the rain lets up but the clouds are still dark. How are you doing? Sam asks as he puts on his jacket. My heart is heavy. He is so lost and in need of Christ. You werent afraid were you? No, not afraid, sad is more like it. My heart hurts for him. Not many people would feel this way, Sam says. I wouldnt either without the power of God by His Holy Spirit, Sam. I know Davids crimes are horrific. There is a price to pay and he should, but how am I any different in regard to my own past sin? Except for the Lord, there go I. All sin separates us from God. His grace cost my Savior everything. He was wrung out for me,

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shedding every drop of His innocent blood. But not just for me. . . Tears begin to well up inside. How can I not share Jesus with this man? I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation. (Psalm 40:10) I weep in silence while I look out the window on the way back to Jons office. When we arrive, Jon asks to speak with me about the meeting. Well, he would like to see me again. Yes, I know, he says with a smile. Sgt. Maxwell called me shortly after you left. You connected with him in some way. Can you come again? Do you think you can help him find freedom in Christ? I am not sure what Gods divine plan is for David, but He has given me this assignment and I will be here. Jon explains he will need to petition the courts to bring me in as Davids Pastoral Counselor. Im skeptical and havent seen this done before, but if God wants this, I trust He will make it happen. We can only try. Jon thanks me again for my time and I am on my way. As I head north, the rain begins to fall again. Do you remember an experience in your life that left you still and quiet, not able to speak or think? I cannot contemplate for even a moment handling this in my own strength. The Lord is picking me up and holding me in His arms for this one . . . all Jesus and no Lisa here. I begin to cry out and pray, What are you calling me to, Lord? Father, do I understand Your heart?

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Deep within my spirit, once again, I hear a familiar voice saying, The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. (2 Peter 3:9) Our heavenly Father created David Solomon. He does not want to lose him forever. Freewill is hard to break through when a heart is so callused with sin and death. But God in His infinite mercy is extending an invitation for David to come to Him in full repentance. He is calling him by name, beckoning him to answer. I imagine David in his cold cell and think of the gentle wind of the Holy Spirit with Him, holding him and beckoning him, Come. Repent and trust in Jesus. Cry out to Him. Come to a Father who wants to set you free. Will he listen? Will David run to the Savior and repent before time runs out? Im putting my trust in the Lord. The rain drops begin to fall harder on the foggy glass as the windshield wipers screech back and forth. Im thirty miles from home . . . I dont have much of an appetite but I need to eat something, so I pull off the interstate and head to Mama Shirleys Caf. Shirley is a dear friend Ive known for many years. In fact, I grew up and went to school near here in a little town called Caden. My friends and I would hang out on the weekends, enjoying the excellent food, along with the grace and wisdom she would offer. Shes been praying for me. I am anxious to tell her about our meeting. I walk through the door to the aroma of good, down home cooking. Julie, the hostess, says hello with her warm smile and seats me in

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my favorite booth. How is your little one? I ask. He is growing like a weed! She says with a proud mommy grin. I slide into the booth and order the most delicious fried chicken and cream cheese smashed potatoes in the county. Shirley sets a glass of ice cold, sweet tea in front of me and says, Hey, how did it go? Well. . . Im beyond words. I can only share the basics as the case remains under a gag order by the court. All I can say is he confessed to the rape and murder of a woman and asked if I can return for another visit. There is silence for a moment. You need to go back. You must do this, Lisa. Youre the one chosen to lead him to Christ. I trust her wisdom. She is a genuine disciple of Christ with true discernment in the spirit. As she speaks, her words run through me like electricity. I am confident this is Gods will. When are you going back? Im not sure. His attorney will call and let me know. Until then, I will seek the Lord in prayer. Thats an understatement child. Youll be engaged in warfare. Shes right. Although a challenge, this is my calling in Christ . . . to share the gospel, heal the sick and broken-hearted and set the captive free. I fully understand my God is able. Please give me strength to do my part, Lord. Shirley, what if I fail? You wont, child. As long as you let the Holy Spirit lead, you wont fail. We finish our conversation with my last bite and say our goodbyes.

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Sitting in the parking lot, the thoughts of the day weigh heavy on my mind. This is huge. This is God. Father God, I need Your wisdom, guidance and truth in every step. Please help me accomplish Your will. Im back on the road a few minutes when my phone rings. Hey hun, Ive been praying all day. How was your meeting? asks Nina, one of my prayer partners. Well, if the judge approves, I will be ministering to a man who will be tried for murder. Do you believe God is sending you? Yeah, I really do. Its indescribable and I know deep in my spirit God is guiding the way. Well, Ive known you long enough to realize if God tells you to minister to someone, thats exactly what youll do. Dont hold back on this one. It could be his only chance. I agree. Please keep praying I hear clear direction from the Lord, following His lead. I will hun. OhIve had this thought all day . . . What? Did you see the movie Dead Man Walking?1 No. Ive never heard of it. Well its an old movie, you need to see it. This could be you. Its about a nun who ministers to a man on death row. Really? Wow . . . ok, I will. Call me later and tell me what you think. Okay. Thanks for your prayers. Ill talk to you soon, take care. My curiosity takes me to the video store, where of course, although an older movie, theres one in stock. Should I be surprised? Nope. Here is Gods possible . . . again. The plot unfolds and the peace I feel in my spirit is telling me I will walk a similar road. Peace and quiet cover me like a blanket while I reflect on the movie. Can I do this? As I reach the end, tears

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flood my eyes. The weeping comes from deep within me and my whole body seems to be affected. Can you remember crying so hard youre gasping for air in between the sobs? Father, if this is what You are calling me to do, I will obey. I will travel this road with You and for Your Glory. I will minister with my whole heart, sharing Your truth with him. Above all, I will introduce him to Your Son. Please help me not to fail, In Jesus name, Amen. The Holy Spirit is seeking Davids heart. Will he be found? possible: pos-si-ble: adjective; being within the limits of ability, capacity, or realization.

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