“Prophet & Prophecy”


“Prophets & Prophecy” – The Ministry Of Prophets In The New Testament Church, is my first published book. It is available on Amazon.com in hardcopy and Kindle version. If you would like a copy, below is the link!

If you purchased the first edition of this book that contained typo’s and had some missing info. A revised edition is available for the cost of shipping which is $3.00. Just send us a check and your mailing address or pay it through our paypal account on our website (www.pdministry.org)and email us your address, and we will ship you a new copy.

For those who may be interested, the companion workbook is almost ready. With this workbook, the PDM Network has created a balanced, well researched college level class on prophets, prophetic ministry in the New Testament Church. For those who successfully complete this workbook, we also offer a final exam and a “Certificate of Mastery”. The workbook and course info will soon be available through our ministry website: http://www.pdministry.org . (Note: The workbook is designed for use with the final revised edition of the Prophets & Prophecy book.)

May God use this course to bring much needed revelation and clarity to prophetic ministry and the office of the prophet in the world today.


Life On The Mountain

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A good friend of mine, Dr. Lance Wallnau, began to teach a great revelation about 20 years ago. This was a compilation of ideas and concepts that began to jell within him after he had talked with those who had gotten specific pieces of the puzzle. Lance was able to pull these unrelated concepts together into a systematic teaching that became known as “The Seven Mountains”. This was initially only being taught within certain circles of the church. However, it was so powerful and applicable, and its impact was so profound, that Lance expanded it into the global market place. A few years ago he was actually given the opportunity to present this to the UN and has been invited to do the same in China and many other nations of the world.

The basic concept of this teaching is quite simple. It identifies the entire world as being broken up into seven mountains of influence, and each of these has a sphere of authority they command. Every person alive interacts with, and is impacted by these mountains of influence in different ways. More importantly, we each have a call to live and work on one of these mountains. Thus, the higher up on our mountain we become established, the more influence and authority we have over that segment of society. The entire idea is very clear and it has far-reaching implications for those who understand the concepts and use them correctly.

These mountains are identified as business and finance, government, media, arts and entertainment, education, the family and religion. The idea is that these seven “mountains” specifically hold the power to mold every mind and shape every culture. Those who find themselves in a place of great authority on any one of these mountains hold a huge amount of power. What they do profoundly impacts the thoughts, the morals, the beliefs and the standards by which that culture operates. These people have a great responsibility to shape the culture and the world in ways that make it better. They also have a frightening place of accountability if they fail to use their influence to benefit the culture and push their own personal, moral, financial or political agenda instead.

The real power of this idea is found in how these mountains of influence interconnect and rule over our culture. The more they interconnect, the greater the influence they have to mold the minds of the people and influence the direction the culture goes. Thus, Hollywood with it’s multi-mountain influence, and inability to set Godly moral standards has been a major influence in the decline of American morality. Government officials, with their interconnected mountains, have too often used that power to rule the people and promote greater government control over every aspect of life. That sent yet another message into our society. Even bankers, who were so greedy for profit that they were willing to jeopardize the entire financial base of the nation, sent another message.

The question that begs to be asked is, what will you do in your mountain of influence? Like it or not, you touch many lives and each goes on to touch others. Our mountains are all interconnected and what we do matters. We might not be a world changer, but we all change someone’s world. Good or bad, our influence is out there and it either helps or hinders those we meet. If we live selfishly, and think that nothing but what we are doing is important, we will leave a trail that negatively impacts all who cross it. However, if we can look beyond our situation and consider how our words and actions impact others, the outcome can be a powerful force for good.

Let me encourage you today to be that force for good. Think before you act and consider the outcome before you speak. Put the welfare of others as a personal priority when you move about on your mountain. I think you will be amazed at how quickly things can change, and how much of a difference you can make. Be the best influencer and mind molder you can be, because there is more than you can imagine that hangs in the balance. Now get out there live life with honor, passion and integrity on your mountain, and go change the world!

Unseen Behavior

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Have you ever walked into a large factory or a work site where construction was going on? The noise can be deafening and people have to nearly scream in order to hear one another. The law requires those in such environments to wear ear protection of some type to avoid permanent hearing loss. Can you imagine taking a nap in such an environment? Yet the men and women who work in these places do it all the time with ease. In the midst of all the pounding, sawing, hammering and machinery they fall asleep on break time and get a few minutes of much needed rest.

I have some experience with the above. In the 1980’s I lived near a Strategic Air Command base in Plattsburgh, NY. Twice a day at 8am and 8pm the base commander ordered every jet on location to fire up their engines. When that happened a deafening blast of thunder vibrated my apartment and rattled every window. Whatever I was doing at that time basically came to a stand still until it was over. I lived there for nearly two years while getting my Masters degree. By the time I moved, I got to the point where I would automatically stop talking the moment I heard the first jet engine fire up. At times I could even sleep through it and never blink an eye. That noise, and the behavior change it instituted, became a normal way of life.

Strangely enough, after I took a job in a small rural high school teaching the upper level Biology students, that behavior persisted. I would be in the middle of a lecture or conversation, and whenever I heard a loud engine fire up in the background I would automatically stop talking. It could be in mid sentence with a fellow teacher, or in a classroom full of students during a lab dissection. I did this without even realizing it, until the day a student asked me about my “petite mal” seizures. No one had said anything to me because they all had concluded I was an epileptic!

Isn’t it strange how we can learn to adjust to almost anything, and may not realize it, but others notice and are impacted. Once we embrace a situation that is harmful, dangerous or even deadly, and decide to stay there, something happens. We can become so accustomed to the abnormal, that we actually learn to relax or “fall asleep” in it and it simply become a way of life. The boss that is abusive, the child that is rebellious and defiant, the angry husband, the obnoxious neighbor can all rule a part of our life for so long that we simply accept it and adapt our own behavior in order to survive.

The thing is, once we are finally out of that situation, our survival mechanism is still silently running the show. It becomes a guiding force in the background of life that unconsciously directs every move. Others who see the behavior will believe one thing, even if the reality of who you are is quite different. Think about it for one moment, my students and fellow teachers saw me as an epileptic with a mild handicap. That assumption was so strong that no one ever questioned my odd behavior. The result was that it never changed. Then one day, a brave student pointed out the obvious and asked me how long I had been dealing with my condition. I am sure the questioning look on my face must have been quite something.

We all need that one brave student in our life. We need people around us who just have to ask those hard, uncomfortable questions. Don’t misunderstand what I just said. I do appreciate those who accept me for who I am. However who I am to them is not necessarily who I really was designed to be. These are not the people who are going to make me grow or change. If I am to be successful in life, and live a life that positively impacts others, it requires me to have people nearby who will challenge my motives and question my actions. For me to fulfill what I was made to do, I have to have those around me who will ask about an apparent handicap and then look right in my face to see my reaction.

Without these people in our lives we all are doomed to accept things as they are, and we will find excuses for why we have never changed. Will you live forever in the shadow of what could have been, simply because you refuse to face what is? Not me! I have had to face some pretty difficult realities about myself, and others, but it has always been worth the pain. Most of all such things have always caused me to grow, and that is the highest order for any life.

Let me encourage you in this Spring season to make a decision to change. Find those who will honestly evaluate you, and then hear what they have to say. You may be shocked at what is dragging along in your life that others see and you don’t. Let those you trust ask the hard questions, the painful questions and then determine to embrace reality. Only from that clear perspective can you begin to discover the real you. When all is said and done, why would you want anything else? Now go have a great day!

A Summer Of Change

11983047443_1caca8a384_sWhen I was10 years old I spent the summer going to work with my father. I was not a happy camper when that decision was made, because my plans were to spend it fishing, building a camp on the river, riding my bike and just hanging out with my friends. However, apparently mom needed a break from my antics so dad decided I would spend that summer at work with him. Thus, the day after school got out, I was “forced” into what I assumed would be a summer of slave labor. I wanted my own way, but it was not going to happen, so I sullenly rode the 18 miles from Bloomingdale, NY to Upper Saint Regis boat landing in dads truck. Then, using 4 wheel drive, we bounced along the 3 ½ mile dirt road and arrived by 8am at the place where my father worked.

Dad was an Adirondack guide and the caretaker of one of the great, old Adirondack camps. It was located on 125 acres of deep woods on the canoe carry between Bear Pond and Upper Saint Regis Lake in upstate New York. The Malenson family, owners of the Malenson Silk Company, built this structure and a larger one on the same property in the early 1800’s. The larger camp had burned to the ground in the early 1900’s but about 1935 their grand daughter, Mrs Patricia Olmstead inherited the remaining structure. She and her husband Henry, named the camp “Forest Lodge” and they hired my father in 1948 to maintain the whole facility.

So, on June 24th, 1964 I angrily went with my father to work, but to my great shock I found it to be a boy’s dream come true. There were miles of forest trails that led to hidden trout streams and bullhead ponds. There was a woodshed and shop where my dad and I ate lunch daily, and found shelter when it rained. Up the hill from dads shop was a three story Swiss Chalet, with two large balconies, all built from huge spruce logs. Over the hill from there, and down by the lake shore were boat docks and a 6 stall boathouse made of Cyprus wood. It contained a large wooden inboard cruiser, Mrs. Olmsteds outboard boat named “Ciracco”, a priceless handmade Willard Hamner guide boat, a handmade red canvas and cedar-strip canoe, a sail boat and 3 smaller aluminum boats that were pushed by 10, 5 and 3 ½ horse Johnson outboard motors.

Behind the boathouse was a pump house. This small building had a large, single cylinder “Bulldog” pump. It puffed and chugged and spit as the attached water-ram lifted lake water up the 500 foot hill into a 2500 gallon tank. From there the water was gravity fed to all the flower gardens and coldflats around the property. My father had designed and built this irrigation system and all the flower beds as well. The gardens were actually on the site of the larger main camp that had burned. This location was sunny and it overlooked the lake. When dad saw it he planned the flowerbeds, and built their enclosed walls and connecting flagstone walkways all from Redford flagstone. Over the years he had carried each stone there on his truck and set all of it in place, piece-by-piece.

My job that summer was pretty easy. I watered the flowers, feed the birds, keep the boats gassed up and brought wood inside for the great fireplace in the main room of the lodge. There were other things to do as well. I walked the trails and removed fallen brush, mowed lawns, swept all the walkways, steps and boat docks. I also got to go fishing when things were slow or use the boats as I wanted. But my favorite thing of all was shooting my Winchester .22 single-shot rifle. Dad bought that little beauty for me at a gun shop in Saranac Lake so I could exterminate red squirrels. Needless to say I carried it with me every daylight hour. It was my constant companion and I used it numerous times throughout the day. There was an infestation of squirrels in the area and they chewed everything in sight. Thus, I was appointed the squirrel assassin, and I proudly did my job.

That summer went by in a flash, and before I knew it September had come and it was time for me to go back to school. That first day of school, as I got ready to run the path to my 5th grade class, I saw dad getting in his 1954 Willies Jeep. I knew he was headed for Forest Lodge and everything in me wanted to go with him. It was at that moment I realized what a precious gift I had been given. Few boys had ever gotten to spend a whole summer with their father, and fewer still had spent it in such a wonderful place. It might have just been another summer of work of my dad, but for me, because I had not gotten my own way, it was an adventure that changed my life.

Why am I telling you this? At times we are forced into things that just don’t make sense. These are decisions that refuse to line up with what we had planned to do. People and circumstances can just become contrary, and that can wreck our best plans in a moment. When this happens it is not uncommon for us to make such a fuss that we are able to force the issue to go our way. In those instances we may very well have gotten a momentary triumph over an uncomfortable situation. However, I have to wonder, what adventures have we sacrifice, and what life changing events have we missed because we selfishly made things go our way?

I am the man I am today because of an unplanned summer in 1964. During that time I learned about my father and his work, and that impacted me deeply. More importantly, during that summer I actually learned about myself, and that change me forever. Are you in the midst of an unplanned change? Perhaps it’s time to let the adventure of it take you over. Stop all the fussing and look around at the new sights and sounds. Learn from what is happening, be changed by the experience and then become better because of it. Who knows, this could be your summer of change!