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Since mine was attacked by evil spirits...am thinking about going out and getting one on my credit card...
Well...if the devil thinks he is victor he will soon find out!

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I haven't been around in a while, quite frankly, things have been abundantly boring in the last few months. But once in a while, I peruse and never find anything I want to jump in on.

Until now.

Sister Alvear, are you serious????? You're going to use a credit card, run up a bill, pay a usury fee (interest), and somehow in this you're going to get the victory over the devil??? Maybe this is the logic so many people use when they buy thousands of dollars worth of clothing on credit to go to a Conference.

A member of the forum donated a stove.

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Well, good for that person. That doesn't change the issue I raised, that someone would believe the devil is somehow defeated by hustling out and using their Visa. But I'll tell you what, the more I think about it, that poor old devil really took a beating at the last General Conference!!

God Wins
Visa Wins
The Devil Loses.

Makes sense to me. :crazy

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I will never be lost because fancy clothes...and seldom use a credit card...I needed a stove...and in the end did not have to put it on a card... YOU would find me in shorts and a tee shirt before you would see me in all those fancy conference clothes....so doubt if you will ever find me in shorts and a tee shirt and it stands to reason you will not find me in all those conference garbs...lol...

Shout oh shout we´re gaining ground...give the devil one more round...

Do you know OPII?

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Shorts and a tee shirt eh? That's downright funny! How about speedos?

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Speedos....maybe Sherri can send me a pair....lol...

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:heeheehee

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:shocked:

:faint


:heeheehee

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So amid all the comebacks I'm seeing here, would anyone like to address the initial idea, including you, Sister Alvear, that the use of a credit card to buy something is a way in which the devil takes a blow in some way? Or, was that just overly-spiritualized hyperbole?

I'm have spent a number of years as a businessman which was a very successful career in which I learned just how damaging recreational credit can be. So even though you and I share conservative ideals, you've quite shocked me with your credit-card-devil-beating theology. If you REALLY wanted to defeat the devil with this stove thing, then you could have said nothing to anyone and allowed God to drop one in your lap. Now THAT would REALLY have shown the devil!!

The reality of it all is, the devil has no idea your old stove broke or that you got a new one. Stoves, like cars, fans, air conditioners, batteries, etc., wear out. That's not because of the devil, but because they are finite items, subject to displacement. In the REAL WORLD, things wear out, we replace them and the devil never even notices.

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OldPaths II, As much as I hate credit cards, they are not "of the devil". Neither are banks or other loan institutions.

Perhaps we should both have chipped in to buy the missionary a stove??? I can certainly understand that it might be an essential for her!

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Please don´t faint...ha...

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You sure are alot of fun! :highfive

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While I don't know if the devil broke the stove or Tommy Tenney's pulpit, I do believe God can and does use such things for his glory - be they happen stance or otherwise. All things work together for good.

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:spit LOL!!!!!!!

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maybe over here is not the real world...ha... you must not know me...I don´t even have a bank account( over here) and use a credit card seldom...I do not think anyone that knows me would think I use a credit card loosely...

I don´t think there is anything wrong with me sharing that I needed a stove or telling what happened...I was not at home when it happened however you must not deal everyday with devil worship on the same level as we have it here...
You have never seen what I have seen...frogs with their mouths sewed together with my picture in the mouth...found black candles at your door, had witchdoctors come to kill you...seen people wiggle like snake and foam at the mouth...vomit demons...
Seen people swallow glass...drink liquor and not even smell like they drank for according to them it was the demons that drank not them...watched them dance and beat drums and go into trances...speak to me in English...

I WORK AND LIVE WITH A PEOPLE THAT CAME FROM DEEP DEVIL WORSHIP... just found perfume bottles and offerings to the devil just the other day someone put in my yard...would tell you more things but doubt if you believe what I have written...
I believe what I wrote...
My stove was old but not wore out....

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Oops! Freudian slip maybe!?

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I have needed lots of things I never mentioned on a forum or a newsletter...in fact you will see few times in my whole ministry that I have asked for myself...generally it is for others...I FELT LIKE SHARING THE NEED AND GOD SUPPLIED. I AM DEEPLY GRATEFUL. For 2 years I needed a better fridge but mentioned it to no one...out of the clear blue sky someone gave me one...

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Not even in my wildest dreams would I HAVE THOUGHT OF EVEN BUYING AN IPAD....the Lord gave me one...and had not even asked Him for one...however a couple felt led to give me their´s...I am grateful...now am trying to learn how to use it!

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HE giveth and giveth and giveth again...

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Sister Alvear, AKA the Pentecostal Mother Teresa,

Thanks for doing what you do!

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The dark world of spirits remains obscure to most people in our modern society. Our scientific educational system normally rejects any possibility that the spirit beings exist capable of interfering in the lives of humans. We North Americans are taught to treat occults as children’s superstition, and therefore we are quite unprepared to help people who are under demonic influence.

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Not even a foreign language is hard for the devil. The lady was rolling on the ground. She was demon possessed. She spoke to me in perfect English, even though she in herself did not know one word of the English language.
“I hate you!” “Why do you hate me?” I asked. “You have come to set these people free, I hate you, go away, I hate you.” She began tearing at her clothes in desperation.
Oh! How the devil hated the thought that he was defeated forever at Calvary. We commanded the demons to leave her. She calmed down, breathed a sigh, and as suddenly as they had come, they left.

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another story...


She came running to our house all out of breath. When I saw her, I thought something had happened to her mother, as she was a member of our church. The rest of the family is Catholics.
After I had greeted her, I said, “What has brought you in such a hurry to my house?” “It is my neighbor,” she replied. “She is demon possessed. The witch doctor has cast a spell on her, and she has gone wild. She is breaking furniture, and hurting anyone that comes near her, cursing, etc. Please come and pray for her, before she kills someone.”
No wonder she was out of breath. By the time she got to our house. She ran over two miles!
When we arrived at the lady’s house, many of the neighbors had gathered around to see if we were powerful enough to break the witchdoctor’s spell. As I looked over the crowd that had gathered around, I thought how wonderful it was that, that very morning when I was praying, the Lord had spoken to me to fast, and had told him that I would need him in a special way that day.
Brother Alvear and I walked into the room of the demon possessed lady. She was lying on a bed, with her eyes rolled back in her head. She was not uttering any words, just making sounds of terror. We began to cast the devil out of the lady, she began to scream and twist her body. Her arms were black and blue from where the devil had made her hurt herself.
Victory came in Jesus’ Name! The demons were cast out. As she opened her eyes, she began to cry, and to tell us how the demons had tormented her. They had even told her to kill her two babies. With such thanksgiving and praise, she offered up prayers to a living God, because He had set her free from the bonds of Satan. When we left her, she was smiling, and promised to come to our church. Several of the neighbors asked us to come to their homes and pray with them, because they were so impressed with the power of a living God.

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Amen! :thumbsup

I don't believe there is any need for
you to have to explain anything you
do or don't do, dear Sister. :)

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A few questions, ye with the goofy looking beard:

1...Who said credit cards were "of the devil"? You're arguing with a statement that was never made.

2...What does chipping in and buying another person a stove have to do with the issue of defeating the devil by using a Visa card?

3...Why is a stove any more essential to her than it is to any of us?


Now, a couple of statements:

1...There are VERY few benefits of the use of credit cards. A credit card can cause a $500 stove to cost $800. I fail to see the devil-whoopin' there.

2...We're ALL supposed to be missionaries. The location of our mission field may vary.



For whatever reason, Sister Alvear seems to be an "Untouchable" here on American Family Forum, or whatever it is AFF stands for. Is no one besides me willing to raise a red flag and say, "Hang on a minute" when she says she's going to use a credit card and thereby, give that mean ole devil a black eye? Sorry, I'm not buying it. I mean, we're pretending that the devil blew up her stove, then she whipped out the Visa, and then the devil exclaimed, "Gosh-darn-it, I forgot she had a Visa."

Come on.

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Great story.

And this has what, exactly, to do with how the devil is defeated with a credit card? No one wants to touch that, do they? This is why I gave up on Altogether Fantasy Forum, or whatever it is AFF stands for. People want to say things and then not be held accountable for their words.

Oh well, tell us another story.

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Oh, of course not!! Let's just all go grab our Visa's and split the devil's head open with it. Why in the world should she have to explain that? I'll tell you what, whoopin' that old devil is a lot easier than it used to be!

Glory to God!!! I just got inspired to really give that ole devil a beatdown!!! I just bought a Frig off eBay for $799!! And it's only $600 shipping!! If I make monthly minimums, I'll finish paying the $26,242 to Visa in 28 years! That allows me to drag out the devil-beating for nearly THREE DECADES!!!

And best of all, I don't have to explain how it defeats the devil!

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I DEAL WITH A PEOPLE WHOSE lives are dominated by an unending chain of heathen monotony. As I said we were being threatened by Devil worshippers...my stove exploded...there was no gas leak...we felt it was an assault from the enemy...I did not have the money that day...ON THE TYPE CARD I HAVE I CAN HAVE UP TO 3 MONTH WITH NO INTEREST AND NO INCREASE OF PRICE...THE NAME OF MY CARD IS EXTRA...MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY IT...IN the end I did not even have to use it...

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I never said a credit card defeats the devil...that is foolish to even think I MEANT ANYTHING LIKE THAT...Have been on the mission field 43 years and have never run up a credit card...

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Luiz had been a witchdoctor for many years. In fact, his mother was a witchdoctor. That was the only type of religion he had ever known. When his wife's mother was healed of cancer, our religion became a force for him to deal with. He said that all we taught was lies, but he could not deny that through some miracle force, his mother-in-law was completely healed.
It wasn't long until his wife and mother-in-law were coming regularly to our church. I'll kill those missionaries, he thought. One day we went to visit. Unknown to us, he stood behind the door with a big butcher knife in his hand. He had told his wife that when we walked past the door, he would kill us. Innocently, we entered and made our visit, and left. We never knew that our lives were in danger. "I thought you were going to kill them." His wife said after we had come. He had not calculated that God can set at naught, scoffers plans.
Each Friday afternoon, he would put on his white clothes and head for his devil worship séance. He boasted that it would be there, where he would put a curse on the missionaries and the new religion. Each Friday, after she watched him leave all dressed in white with his briefcase in his hand containing the knife he would use in devil worship, she would breathe a prayer, and wait for her mother to arrive, so they could come to church together.
As the months passed her heart became heavier, she wondered when her husband would understand that God was the one to be worshipped, and not the demons, and that he did not have to live in fear of evil spirits and surround himself with religious symbols and idols, of which many are hideous and evil.
The life of a witchdoctor is burdensome because spirits must be attended to at all times. They must have food, money, and sometimes even transportation.
One evening, as Sister Maria was arriving at church, the Holy Ghost spoke to her and said for her to stomp the devil from the entrance to the altar and praise God for saving Luiz. So, without doubting and through obedience to God's word, Sister Maria did just that.
It was an amazing sight to see her coming in stomping and praising, making her way to the altar with tears streaming down her cheeks, saying: "I praise you Lord that he is saved."
That Sunday night, he was at church and he repented of his sins. He received the Holy Ghost before he was baptized. Baptism was a glorious experience for him. He was cleansed and delivered from the guilt and the penalty of sins. He had received the gift of eternal life. Today his lips echo praises to God and he preaches the same Gospel that we preach.

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I jotted down a story I read many years ago, that I would like to relate to you. I have long forgotten he name of the missionary that wrote the story, so my apologies to the author, but it seems appropriate here.
The Indian had let his small, three year old son and his wife, and the other women and children of the village go up the Araguaida River one morning to collect turtle eggs. The women lingered so the husband decided to go and find the cause of the delay. Just as he was anchoring his canoe on the opposite side of the river, he saw a big Xavante Indian, enemy of his tribe, beat his little son’s head against a dead tree where the path came to the river.
His wife stood terrified with upraised arms nearby. Her face distorted with shock and anguish. His eyes transfixed by the bleeding mass of slaughtered human flesh, he went directly to his canoe and rowed furiously toward the other side where his wife and son were. The Xavante had killed more than twenty women and children in a few minutes, and had gone back into the forest.
The man found his wife hugging the still warm body of their little son. She handed the little one to his father as he came from the boat. Then, the husband closed the boys’ eyes, as he could not bear the anguish reflected in them. Later they started back down the river. They met the fathers, husbands and brothers who had come to claim their dead. Through the long, dark hours of the night they rowed down the river.
The ones in the village who had not gone were gathered in a group to await the return of their people. They soon detected the outline of the mother with her baby boy. She held him tightly in her arms as she stepped from the canoe.
She didn’t say a word. There were no more tears. She had shed them all over the body of her little son while coming down the river during the night. It was cold as always in the jungle by a river when the sun goes down. There she bent over the child, now held death, she wrapped him with her long black hair to keep him warm. And there stood the father looking like a bronze statue as the light of a new dawn burst over the river a radiant, sunshiny day.
The father dug a grave and it was there he buried not only his son, but also the heart of the father. There was no hope of them ever seeing the little son again, beyond the newly dug grave. So, back to the jungle they went, empty-handed, with bleeding hearts.
As I think of the story I heard long ago, of this family in their hour of tragedy, I am reminded of the debt I owe, as God’s child, as a mother who has counted on His presence and sustaining grace for every need and danger. I have had the high privilege of knowing Him. I am never without the assurance of His presence.

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One day as we were getting out of the van to make visits, a lady walked up to me and said: " You must be the American everyone talks about that comes to our colony." "Yes, I guess I am." Was my reply. She invited me to go with her to her home. So, I left the ones that were with me, and went with her to her home.
Soon I found out that she and her husband were both lepers, and presidents of the leper society. Soon our conversation turned to spiritual matters. I discovered that they were Spiritist, and very active in their religion. As we talked it seemed that my religion fascinated them. "Is your religion new?" Mrs. Isabel asked me. I replied, "It is the oldest religion on earth." She pondered my words, then as if she could hardly believe what I had told her, she said: "Missionary, I have a story to tell you, and you will understand why we are spiritist. My mother and father both died lepers when I was a young girl. We came from quite a large family so there were quite a few children left for someone to take care of. It was the spiritist religion that took care of the funerals, and they raised us. That is all I have known of religion. Was your religion around back the, Missionary?"
I lowered my eyes and could not meet her gaze, "Yes, it was around," I replied. She shook her head, as if she could hardly believe it. Spiritist because that is all we know were the words that would continue ringing in my ears. In the nineteenth chapter of Acts, Paul was amazed to find those who did not know the Holy Ghost existed. That was twenty-one years after Pentecost. Now, it is almost two thousand years and billions still do not know. That alone is enough to make angels cry!
As time passed Mr. Francisco became convicted of his sins, and he was the second person that we baptized at the leper colony. I rejoice to see him go and bring souls to the Lord. On that day there was joy in heaven, in my heart, and in our Brazilian Church.

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and it seems to bother OP11 that I would ask for a stove...lol...

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In my mind is yet a vivid picture. I still remember the first time that I walked into Emilia's room. Just a small little lady with no legs or fingers. After a few introductory words, she looked me in the eyes and said: "Missionary, are you afraid of us lepers?" Looking at her small helpless frame, suddenly I realized that all fear was gone "No, Emilia, we are not afraid." She said, "Then come sit on my bed and talk to me." For sixty years, she had been a leper! It was yet during her life time that lepers were caught like wild animals and put away in walled cities that were like prisons. No one was even allowed to leave.
Slowly she told the story that soon we would hear from so many, the frightening experience of discovering that you are a leper. The shame, the agony, the pain, the fear that lepers know so much about. We became good friends. Every Thursday, we read the Bible to her, and since light is stronger than darkness, we soon notice her soul's awakening. Plans were being made for our first service at a church at the colony. Sister Sonia, sister Olga and I were so excited. We had cleaned the church building that had been loaned to us. Emilia asked: "Is it true you all are having a baptismal service Sunday?" "Yes," we replied at the same time. With a twinkle in her eyes she asked: "Would you consider baptizing a poor limbless leper like me?"
She had heard the music of His call. Emilia was baptized in the lovely Name of Jesus, and it has made a difference in her life. Even though she has since then gone blind, she still has a smile, because her life has been changed.

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Opii she said she thought about using the credit card to buy a new one... That could be good or bad. They can be used in a right way or a wrong way. I have been hurt by cc debt before. But I have also had 15,000 $$ at zero interest for a year and a half. Not something I would recommend though, and I'm glad she did not have to use it.

She did not actually indicate she would use the credit card to fight the devil, just that the
forces of evil would be surprised that the work of a missionary would not be easily stopped.

How might a stove or refrigerator be more important to her than to me, a middle class citizen of the USA who zips by Starbucks twice a day? I'm not sure that's worthy of an answer.


My beard? Speaking of things fitting in to conversation, how does that one fit in? :)

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Getting a little testy, are you? I like that!

So the name of the card is "Extra"? Very appropriately named, I must admit. Maybe their motto could be, "Use EXTRA, because we'll make you make extra." Has a ring to it, huh?

No interest for three months? I would highly encourage you to read the fine print of those kinds of arrangements. Moral of the story? You lose. Always. It's typical, old-fashioned bait-n-switch buffoonery.

Sister Alvear, you may disagree but I would suggest that you don't face any more lives that are "dominated by an unending chain of heathen monotony" than those of us here in the United States. You were threatened by "devil worshippers." We're all threatened by something. Some of us are threatened by luxury, some by foreclosures, some by apathy, some immorality, some by addictions, some by homelessness, some by loss of jobs, some by divorce, some by depression, some by, well, a whole list of things. The devil also is aware of the location of the United States.

I once heard a man from Ethiopia say that the United States suffers the most damaging persecution in the world today. The persecution? Luxury and the life of ease. Sister Alvear, we all have our obstacles and metaphorically, we all have stoves that blow up for no reason in particular.

Using a credit card doesn't defeat the devil. Sorry.

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I never said using a credit card would defeat the devil...lol...

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http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/...a/SAM_2796.jpg I would gladly do without a stove and cook on a few bricks if I NEED TOO...I have done it before...and not too good to do it again...