Ps 23:2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside still waters.

Timothy's Ministry Brother Timothy Where to begin, where to begin...... It all started when I was taught in my youth that there was a God, Supreme, and that I owed Him all. Then I watched, all my life, as people hid behind various practices and lived lives that were not honest with themselves or God, the Father, all the while claiming to be more spiritual than "thou". I have always had it in me to be honest with God. In doing so it is nearly impossible to be dishonest with self. I have yet to meet my moral inferior. As I have striven to be a good steward with what is God's, it has always been impressed upon me that such things as interest, insurance, extravagance, luxury and living for self were counterproductive. This thinking seemed to run contrary to how people I knew and respected were living all around me. Parents, mentors, and the only "church" that I knew at that time were all teaching that I was to do exactly and everything that I was told to do, by anyone who might, in the least and most far-fetched degree, have any trace of the appearance of authority over me. For the bulk of my youth ('til age 16 or so) this wasn't to hard to respect with a clear conscience. Then I began my own search, so to speak. Looking back, I've always sought to follow all the Truth that Father entrusted me with. This, to, was easy for the longest time. Then, one beautiful early fall evening, I was contemplating the physical wealth and success that I had realized through the demolition and excavating business. Father had allowed me something that none in my ancestry had seen; success, and a name. Yet I saw a void. I asked Father if this was all there was. Do I just attend "church", be a good guy, and make lots of money ? I pledged to Him, that night, as I had before in my youth, all that I had amassed, to be used for His Kingdom, and His service... two things which I knew next to nothing about, at the time, looking back.... Three months later the Beast showed up and gave my cage a rattling that I never could possibly have imagined in my life as a good citizen. Statutory breaches, lawsuits, loss of business, home, even family... It was a perfect wake-up call. Through the ensuing several years, I was led here and there, allowed to examine this, contemplate that, try something else, witness how other "christians" have handled and are handling their respective dealings with the beast. Through it all, the Kingdom was knocking, preparing me to enter therein, as Father was, I believe, preparing to take me up on my offer. During my darkest hour, the Spirit came as I was running on the gravel road near my house. It was 1 or 2:00 in the morning. I felt all hope was lost, and was completely submerged in anguish. I believe that night is when my physical life ended and I was born into the Spirit. The still small voice in my heart that night told me, as I stood there in the dark, panting from the long run, totally broken, "I will put you through many trials, but no harm will come." From that day forward, I was slowly led away from the many facets of the legal system, and it was impressed upon me that the battle could not be won by fighting them on their terms, as a man. My only hope was to physically manifest the concept of becoming a slave to Jesus, whom I had long ago, on the faith of a child, chosen to be my King. Somewhere in all this, I came across Bro. Gregory on the Internet. No one man on this earth has been more instrumental in guiding me towards the Truth of the Kingdom of God. Many months of emailing back and forth progressed, and slowly but surely, MOST of the anguish of spirit and the confusion of the flesh left. It was replaced by a resolve that I believe only a firm knowledge of the Truth can bring. Ever more clearly I saw the errors of those who have tried to fight in their own strength. I saw the fallacy of claiming to serve God, the Father, while paying fearful homage to the gods of the beast. I realized that faith must have action, ministry must involve sweat. In my youth, before the days of trucks and heavy equipment, I made my living and my start in "life" with a good chain saw. I sold wood, trimmed and removed trees, even built my house, with a chain saw. Father impressed upon me that there was a tremendous ministry to be undertaken with a chain saw. He placed in my heart a desire to serve the community by removing brush from the roadways, and give away the largest portion of the wood to those who struggle under the heavy and endless burden of the beast that they have created. After a year or so of doing this, I began, with no lack of renewed wonder, to understand the international law ramifications of the Church maintaining the roads.... We have been engaged in this activity for three years now, as well as growing food that is free of chemical additives and poisons. We are on call for neighbors, near and far, to help them become more independent and able to serve others. Our ministry is based on a fifteen acre plot of hill and river country in the midwestern portion of Illinois, 50 miles west of Peoria. We are set up on a small scale to take in those who are victims of the beast or just desiring to serve the Kingdom, but don't have the means or the know-how. There is work aplenty, shelter and food we raise and maintain ourselves.... also plenty. We wait only on Father's timing. As for our direction, now that we eat at and serve Father's table in DEED as well as INTENT, it is impressed upon me to seek the Spartan lifestyles. I am encouraged to utilize technologies that we can sustain without the beast. We teach our children to live first with the earth, with nothing but what the forest provides. Once that is accomplished, then there is a base from which to educate and build using the "technologies of the day". The road is not easy, here in the Kingdom, but, the light at the end of the tunnel never goes out. It burns brighter every day. May you soon know the peace of pulling the LORD's yoke. Timothy Timothy's Ministry Salvaging the earth Composting Bones