Years ago while I was a pastor in Grand Prairie, Texas, I had a unusual ministry experience that I have often thought about since that day. A lady, coming to the Church, was the mother of five children. Her life was very hard because she was married to a drunk. She was constantly coming to my office for counseling, to unload all the troubles she was having with her husband. Each time I would sit and listen to her talk about how he would go out and get drunk then come home to beat her. She would cry and wipe tears from her eyes asking me to please tell her what to do.
She was a very large lady [not fat, but just a big woman who was tall and strong in body]. I looked at her and wondered what does her husband look like? So finally I agreed to go see her husband and try to witness to him about being saved. She told me where he worked [he worked in a service station pumping gas in the nearby Dallas]. I drove over to the station and parked the car and walked into the station. There he was a scrawny puny little man. Why? He was so lightweight, I thought: Why is she letting this man beat her up? (The last time I talked with her, she was sporting a large black eye.)
Looking at him, I told him who I was and that I had come to talk with him about Jesus Christ and wanted to know if he had ever been saved? He turned to me and began to curse very loudly, then he told me in no uncertain words: Get out of my face and out of my life, I have heard about you and I certainly do not want to talk with you about this subject. I tried to talk, telling him I knew his wife and she was concerned about his salvation. This really made him mad. He demanded I leave immediately and to stop talking with his wife. It is our business, he said, and you are poking your nose into our lives, so get out of my face!
A few days later she sat again in my office with another black eye, worse than the other one I mentioned. He had beat her to the inch of her life. She begged me to tell her what to do. I set there searching what to tell her, when the words just began to flow out of my mouth: Don’t let him beat you up ever again! Look at your size, do you not see you are more than twice his size? You must do the following: Go home and take all his clothes out of the closet and drawers and pack them in boxes. Take his belongings and pack them too. Then THROW OUT ALL HIS THINGS INTO THE YARD. Then call a carpenter and have him come to your house and change the locks on the door. When he comes home drunk later that day, he will see the things piled in the yard, and will begin to curse and try to get you. When he does, STEP OUTSIDE AND HIT HIM IN THE MOUTH WITH YOUR FIST. Don’t stop there but beat him up bad. Do not kill him, only return what he has been doing to you.
I sat there stunned. I could not believe I had said that. She sat and looked at me stunned as well, then said: Preacher do you really mean it? Suddenly I heard me speak: YES! DO ALL EXACTLY AS I HAVE TOLD YOU.
I then prayed with her and told her that I fully believed that this was what God was telling her to do and that God would be with her to the end. If he ended up leaving for good, then it would most likely be for the best, but we must pray for the man to be convicted and eventually saved.
Two weeks later I still had not heard from the Lady when the phone rang. It was her and she was so happy and began to tell me all about what had happened. She said, I did exactly what you told me to do…. I BEAT HIM UP AND THREW OUT ALL HIS BELONGINGS. HE COULD NOT GET IN AND BOY WAS HE MAD. I STEPPED OUT AND HIT HIM AND KNOCKED HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND. He looked up at me and then tried to get me. I beat him up bad. I left him crying in the yard with his tossed out belongings, locked the door and went to bed. He begged all night to let him come in. I refused, over and over. Finally two days later he begged so hard and made promises to me saying he would go to church with me. I finally said, OK, but you must prove your words or else you cannot come back. Later that week they went to church together and he walked the isle and gave his heart to Jesus Christ. She was so happy and told me how wonderful a husband he had been to her since that time.
BUT. She went on to say: I AM SORRY PREACHER, I HAD TO GO TO ANOTHER CHURCH, BECAUSE HE REFUSED TO COME OVER THERE. He said to me: That Preacher over there is a bad preacher and I do not want to hear him or see him again!
Well I told her THAT IS TOTALLY OK SISTER. You must know that I am glad he got saved and has gotten straight with you. So just go on to that other Church with him [it was a good church and I knew the pastor to be a good pastor].
Folks that is the way it happened and is still happening today. I TELL THE PEOPLE WHAT TO DO AND THEN THEY GO AWAY. I watch them come in all beat up and tell them the truth, then they walk away to serve the Lord some other place.
It seems hard to me as a preacher to see so many WALK AWAY, but I am just glad that they heard the message and that they received it. The most important thing is that they heard the word. Many end up not really liking me, but at least they are SAVED or HELPED. OR…
They heard the Word and rejected it and me….
BUT…. I did what God told me to do.
~ Desert Prophet Ken Dewey
The light will shine in His glory… In the desert.
Evangelist/ Prophet/ Pastor Ken Dewey is the founder of “OUT OF THE DESERT MINISTRIES“ in Belen, New Mexico, USA.
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