Personal Hall of Heroes Inductees

Our Sweet Annaleigh makes 5…..

5 United Pentecostal Church International preachers kids to have died tragically in our city over the last 50 years….

Every man of God who has dared challenge the dark spirit of this city has been dealt this horrific blow by Hell, which is intended to neutralize him….

I have personally known every one of these good, Godly, ethical men…..

They sought the Lord and followed the Spirit and dared challenge the darkness…..

Names not be called…..

The gravestones of preacher kids bear sufficient record….

These things I write of today are no secret to our church for I chronicled them to CUPC last Sunday in a message called, “That’s Enough”…..

The battle has been long and bloody…..

The casualties too precious and painful……

Cancer tried to take out my son Trent, but healing came….

24 car wrecks with 3 totaled cars were the method for my Redonia…..

Today both are healthy…..

Healthy and grieving for our sweet baby…..

This cycle began 50 years ago with a drowning….

And the enemy has come full circle with another drowning……

Last week we publically discussed this and declared the cycle stopped and that we had all had enough….

That’s Enough Devil!!!!

Then one day last week as I communed with the Lord, He spoke….

Son, we have broken the spirit of the city.  I did not use a horse, I did not use a chariot, I did not use a trained army.  Rather, I used a sweet little 15 month old baby.  And just as I used a baby to conquer in my day, I use one in yours.  The spirit is broken…..

God knows what he is doing……

I outlined and titled a book last year that is waiting on me to just fill in the gaps entitled…

“But If I Die”

This book is based on the Conroe story of Apostolic dimension and built around the scripture found in John 12:24….

Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.

The entire premise is simply….

Seeds fall into the ground….

Seeds die….

If it doesn’t fall and die it abides alone and never sees spiritual multiplication….

The big IF is….

If it dies…..

And indeed that is the big IF…..

If it dies it multiplies into much…..

Multiplication of seeds that are willing to fall and die again for another harvest….

For every harvest requires a death of the best of the seed…..

When pain and pressure of spiritual planting season comes many seeds do not land in the ground, rather they land in more comfy places…..

However, I humbly believe our sweet Annaleigh is a fallen seed that will indeed multiply into an incredible harvest…..

The book will have to be re-planned in a few months…..

But the purpose of this writing is prompted by one of the hundreds of notes I have received the last few days…..

Bro. Smith,  You don't know me, nor I you, outside of minimal contact, but your tragedy and inspiration as you have dealt with the bittersweet has, I believe, touched a multitude that might never otherwise been touched.  Thank you for your demeanor and spirit.  I along with the multitude of friends and etc., have grieved with you and your family from afar, with many prayers, however, today, April 30, it seems my grief for you is overwhelming.  In the midst of it all I felt a nudge in my spirit to tell you, the lifetime of a seed of corn is 21 days.  In that timeframe it goes through its process of germination, and sprouts its little leaf, bursting through the soil!  As precious and special your little angel, I know words don't even come close, but know that out of all this, there will be an unforgettable seed growth that will come, and is even now in the soil of the spirit, embraced by all that is perfect, awaiting the perfect time to reproduce!  Our prayers continue, and I yet weep with you today!  We are still honking our horn in memory of a sweet angel that you have graciously introduced to us all!  We would otherwise have never known her.  Don't feel pressured to answer…….

I did answer…..

I needed that confirmation of the spirit…..

And to those unsung heroes of the faith who dared challenge the darkness of this community….

To those who left after feeling so neutralized by the tragic death of their most precious children…..

Some of you have passed on so I write to your spirits and memories and sacrifices and…..

And your fallen seeds…..

Your children left buried in the soil of this city…..

Your sacrifice is not unnoticed, nor forgotten…..

Your seed was planted deep in this soil…..

Pain, loneliness and grief were your forte for years……

But your….

Your most precious seeds…..

Your children…..

Were not planted in vain…..

They too contributed to the breaking of that darkness that seemed to wrap and take them from you…..

But their germination is now complete…..

The dark spirit has been broken……

And springing up from your children and my sweet grandbaby Annaleigh….

Is new life….

New hope…..

Mulitiplication and harvest….

Your dreams will come to pass…..

Your nightmares are turning to rejoicing…..

I honor your sacrifice……

Today, I choose to not call your names….

But one day…

The King of the Ages will not be able to…..

To not call them….

Until then….

Well done faithful soldiers…..

You dared to challenge the darkness of Conroe Texas……

You are listed in my personal Hall of Heroes……

For you and I have shared the same pain….

rks