World Deliverance International Contributes Three 40 ft Containers of Food for Jamaica

We received word that today is the day the food for Jamaica will leave the port and is ready for immediate delivery. World Deliverance International(WDI), a Jamaican NGO humanitarian organization, has cleared the three 40 ft containers of canned chicken from customs to be distributed to the needy, hungry, children and families in Jamaica. Each of these 40 ft containers has on it 53,760 12.5oz cans of precooked chicken. This brings the grand total, for the three containers, to 161,280 cans.

Love-a-child, a humanitarian organization based in Haiti, helped WDI put this project together. WDI is donating one container of chicken to Food For The Poor, an organization that has been helping the people in Jamaica for many years. The other two containers will be distributed through WDI’s organization. This food will be distributed through some of the schools and churches throughout the island. The New Testament Church of God will be one of the organizations that will be coordinating with WDI in this project.

The United Nations has determined that 1 in 6 persons in Jamaica, lives in poverty. WDI is in harmony with the United Nations’ Global Agenda to eradicate world-wide hunger, illiteracy, health problems and disease. Jim Whittington, President of WDI, says this is just the beginning of many projects planned for the future.

An Invitation to the United Nations

On Friday, November 18th, 2011, Jim Whittington attended meetings with several representatives at the United Nations (UN) in New York City. He had been invited by representatives of the UN. In these meetings, Jim Whittington and the representatives discussed how relations between World Deliverance International (WDI) and the UN could be enhanced in helping with their Global Agenda. World Deliverance International is a Jamaican NGO corporation and its agenda is in harmony with the United Nations’ Global Agenda to eradicate world-wide hunger, illiteracy, health problems and disease. This humanitarian organization has representatives, not only from Jamaica, but from other countries of the world. The senior vice president, Petra Schmidt is from Germany,  Bishop John Hardy, and retired police officer, Derron Pusey are from the Island of Jamaica and other officers of the corporation are from the United States. This organization is not only reaching out to Jamaica, but to other countries and islands as well. Currently, WDI has three, forty foot containers of food waiting to be released from customs in Kingston, Jamaica. This food has been donated to help alleviate the food shortage and help feed the children and hungry people in Jamaica. Each container has over 53,000 12 oz cans of chicken that will be a tremendous help. The United Nations has determined that 1 in 6 persons in Jamaica, lives in poverty. Jim Whittington stated in one of the meetings at the UN, that this is only one of the world-changing projects that WDI is undertaking. There are even greater plans for the future.

The Brooklyn, NY Jim Whittington Crusade

The Jim Whittington crusade in Brooklyn, NY has just been completed,  so many were blessed, saved, healed and delivered. Some of the people in Brooklyn said this was one of the greatest crusades to come to the area in many years. When Rev. Jim Whittington flew into LaGuardia airport for this crusade,  he was returning from Kingston, Jamaica, where he had been working to get three, forty foot containers of food out of customs, that had been donated to Jamaica.

Each container has over 53,000 12 oz cans of chicken that will be a tremendous help. The United Nations has determined that 1 in 6 persons in Jamaica, lives in poverty. The United Nations Global Agenda is to eradicate world-wide hunger, illiteracy, and health problems and World Deliverance is doing its part to help with this campaign. Rev. Jim Whittington’s next United States crusade will be in December in Detroit, MI.

The Come Apart And Rest A While Break Is Over

After taking a few days off for rest and relaxation, Jim Whittington is back in full swing. He arrived last night on American Airlines from his 106th mission trip to Jamaica. The crusade Sunday was said to be one of the greatest crusades ever held at the Wyndham Hotel in Kingston!

Special guest pastors joined the services and dance hall singer Bounty Killer once again attended the crusade. He joined Rev. Whittington for the Jericho march around the auditorium, proclaiming victory for Jamaica. The march is based on the Biblical victory march of the Israelites around the walls of the city of Jericho, a formidable opponent of Gods people. It symbolizes the falling down of the “walls” of crime, illiteracy, poverty, hunger and sickness.

Prime Minister Bruce Golding announced this weekend that he was not seeking reelection. We are praying for God to direct the election of a new leader to lead Jamaica during this time of worldwide restoration and financial crisis.

While in Jamaica, Rev. Whittington and his wife, Susan, attended a reception in the honor of the 21st anniversary of the Day of German Unity at the Jamaica Pegasus Hotel in New Kingston. The event was hosted by German Ambassador Josef Beck and his wife, Gudrun Beck.

New York Crusade

The Great New York Crusade begins Sunday, August 14 at 7:30 PM in Brooklyn, New York. This great crusade will be held at the Messengers For Christ World Healing Center, 1215 Fulton St(Between Bedford Ave & Nostrand Ave)Brooklyn, NY 11216. In this miracle crusade, Rev. Jim Whittington will minister to those that need a miracle from the Lord, spiritually, physically, or financially. This crusade will last for 6 days. The last service will be Friday, August 19, at 7:30 PM. All seats are free, for all people, of all faiths!

World Deliverance and Jim Whittington are joining the efforts of the United Nations to eliminate hunger, illiteracy, and health problems around the world

I want to update you on some of the latest World Deliverance Crusade projects. Currently, we are working to fill our first container of food to be sent to the Island of Jamaica. Many of you may remember that last year we donated to Love-A-Child — a Christian humanitarian organization – a truck that was used to deliver more than 15 million meals to starving families. We hope to launch the same effort in Jamaica!

At the World Food Day opening ceremony at the United Nations, or UN, we became more aware of the desperate needs around the world. We would like to help the UN fulfill its mission and global agenda to help eradicate hunger, illiteracy, and health problems worldwide and particularly in Jamaica, where we have already established partnerships with many leaders, churches and humanitarian organizations. According to the UN, more than one in six Jamaicans — overwhelmingly rural dwellers and women – live in poverty.

Recently I spoke at the Rotary International luncheon in Kingston, Jamaica, and the warm reception for our organization and our mission was overwhelming. Support for our efforts was pledged by many members, including Mrs. Lorna Golding, the wife of the Honorable Bruce Golding, the prime minister of Jamaica. Mrs. Golding will partner with us to provide mobile units that will travel to inner-city and rural schools to administer hearing and vision testing for students who would not otherwise be able to afford basic medical services. Already, we have been in touch with a company that will provide estimates for the construction of the mobile units.

We believe that with your generous support, we will launch this program in the very near future.

I’m Being Patient, Lord, But Please Hurry!

By Risa Richardson

My baby girl has no patience. She wants everything right now and exactly her way or she has a fit. If I tell her to wait, in her little mind it’s the same as saying “no.” She got that from her momma.

I hate to wait for things. I hate to wait for people. Waiting is no fun at all. Perhaps it has to do with me being a bit of a control freak.

But lately, God has been testing my patience. He’s been dangling blessings right before my eyes, taunting me and teasing me, making me beg, making me pray. Like a little kid, I cry, I pout, I stomp my feet and cross my arms and declare that I don’t even care anymore, but really I do. To me, a blessing delayed may as well be a blessing denied.

I always say God has a great sense of humor. And I can just imagine him, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at my dramatics, the way I do when Michaela gets impatient.

“You’re gonna get it, child,” I say. “Just wait a minute. You pouting and acting out isn’t gonna get it to you any sooner.”

I’m a fine one to talk, I know. They say good things come to those who wait, but I say impatient, controlling people get the good things a little sooner.

But that’s not always true.

When we rush things, or don’t follow God’s plan and timeline, it never turns out right. We’re as happy as a kid on Christmas, but in the end, we realize that time would have made all the difference. It’s like the rude guy in the sports car who speeds around you on the highway, only to discover that traffic has slowed because there’s a cop up ahead.

God rewards patience. The Bible tells me so:

In Ecclesiates 7:8—Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof: and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit.

In Lamentations 3:26—It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.

And Psalms 37:7—Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him.

But it’s tough. Especially when you know the blessing is coming, but you don’t know when.

Modern technology has ruined our patience with God. DVR allows us to fast forward through commercials and now we think we can fast forward through life, skipping the parts we don’t like. The microwave allows us to cook a meal in minutes, so we forget that the best things are simmered and slowly seasoned. Facebook and Twitter allows instant messaging, so we don’t understand why God doesn’t always reply to prayers in the blink of an eye.

And so, here I am, still waiting. My faith is strong, so I know God has things under control. But my patience is short, so I want it NOW. I want to know the outcome. I want to know everything will work out in my favor.

And so, I pray:

Dear Lord, I am being patient. I have no choice. You are in control. But please, please, please hurry!

Amen.

When God (Truly) Orders Your Steps

By Risa Richardson

One of my favorite things to do is order things. Food, clothes, shoes, household supplies, gifts. You name it. I love ordering it.

Of course, as the mother of a toddler, I love the convenience of it. I can sit at the computer — in my pajamas and with Michaela in my lap, no less — and order her summer clothes in a tenth of the time it would take me to get across town to the mall, fighting traffic and my urge to get a million other things I don’t really need and dragging a 3-year-old.

Beyond that, I love the excitement of waiting on a package and opening a package of goodies from hundreds of miles away.

Sometimes, I’m disappointed. The color or the size isn’t quite right, the discount wasn’t applied or something is missing. But most companies have a decent return policy and I can fix the issues with a quick call to customer service.

This week, my good friend and my hubby’s spiritual mentor, the Rev. Jim Whittington, made me think about ordering in a whole new, spiritual way. During his sermon at a special service in downtown Atlanta, he talked about a scripture that I’ve heard many times but never really thought much about.

Psalms 133: 119: Order my steps in your word.

In this verse, David is asking God to guide him as he walks though life, dodging deadly pitfalls and learning to trust in God. He invites God to steer him in the right direction, to lay a clear path before him.

But it’s interesting how he puts it: ORDER my steps, he says.

That means: “Lord, I don’t know what’s on the menu for me. In fact, I don’t care. I just want you to place an order on my behalf and help me to accept it and move on.”

Powerful, right?

I’ve heard of people who let their dates or spouses order for them. Sometimes, Michael might order my drink for me if I have to run to the restroom or if I’m busy getting Michaela settled, but usually he orders water when I want lemonade or lemonade when I want water.

Rarely would I ever let someone order something significant on my behalf. Heck, sometimes I even walk around the restaurant to see if I see someone with the dish I want to order to make sure it looks good. Or I might even call a customer service line to make sure I know the exact dimensions of a product.

But I am learning that when it comes to my life, I have to trust God enough to let him do the ordering. I have to place my life in his hands. I can tell him what I want, but I still have to leave it up to him.

It’s not easy, but it should be. When I look forward, my path seems so crooked, so overgrown with doubt and challenges. There are forks in the road, and I have no clue which way to go. There are people on either side of the path giving me advice about what to do, but often their advice is confusing or flat-out wrong. I wonder how in the world I will make it through the test and trails and pitfalls along the way, and I wonder what challenges are just beyond the bend. It’s like traveling in the desert with no map, no campus, no GPS.

But when I look back, I realize that the path is straight, at least at the times in my life when I let God lead me. Somehow, the crooked places are straight, the overgrowth is cleared, the dark places are filled with sunshine, the muddy places are dry and the potholes are filled.

A good example is when I got laid off from an awesome job at the Lexington Herald-Leader. I was devastated. I was angry. I questioned God. I was bitter. I though that journalism was my career path, that I would always have a good job and make decent money. But that wasn’t what God ordered. He ordered a different path, one that included me being a stay-at-home mom, going back to school and doing some totally different with my talent. Every day, the path is clearer, but he still keeps the map out of my reach. He wants me to trust him.

Life is like a puzzle with no picture to use as a guide. There are all these pieces and you have no clue where to put them. But when we let God order our steps, it all comes together.

Breaking News: The Crusade Service in Atlanta was Heaven on Earth

They came from five different states to attend the Restoration Healing and Blessing Service Sunday in Atlanta, GA. They came from Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, North and South Carolina. Everyone that attended, left with a testimony of a Blessing or Miracle, that they had received. We can’t wait for the next Restoration Healing and Blessing Service in Atlanta, on August 7, 2011 at 2:30 pm. The conference room at the Holiday Inn at 450 Capitol Ave, is a perfect setting for the miracles and blessings. Make your plans now to be apart of these services with Rev. Jim Whittington and receive your next Blessing and Miracle. This weekend, Friday June 10 through Sunday June 12, Rev. Jim Whittington will be ministering in Wilmington, NC at the Upper Room Praise & Worship Center at 406 Central Blvd at 7:00 pm, where pastors Tim Houska, Benjamin & Ashley Beeman welcome everyone. It is a special treat just to be in attendance at one of these services with these pastors. We’re expecting a special visitation from the Holy Spirit in these services. Hope you can be there!

The Truth About Lying

What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
And what a sad day it was when my baby girl lied to me for the first time last week.
I could almost see the devil, dressed in red and leaning on a pitchfork on her right shoulder, telling her to do it. It only took her a few seconds to decide to ignore the angel on the right shoulder.
It was the first time I saw her struggle with whether to lie or tell the truth.
It was a sad day.
Here’s how it all happened:
Michaela loves books. She has a bookcase full of them and sometimes she will come running to me in the middle of the day with a stack of them for me to read.
I love it.
But what I don’t love is when I go into her room and she’s got a pile of books in the middle of the floor. So I’ve been trying to teach her to take down one book at a time.
“Take one down, then put one back,” I always say.
One day last week, I went into my bedroom and she had a stack of books on the bed. I told her to go put all of them back on the shelf and pick one that she wanted to read. I walked away.
A short time later, I walked back into my room and discovered she had one book still on the bed and another one stuffed under her shirt, trying to hide it from me.
“Did you put the other books away?” I asked, wondering what she’d say.
She looked at me, squirmed, then looked away and said, slowly, “yes, mommy.”
It nearly broke my heart. Here was my little baby, who had always told mommy the truth. But the Devil convinced her in those few short seconds that:
1.) her will to keep two books at a time was stronger than her will to please her mommy;
2.) that her mommy couldn’t possible know that she had a book stuffed under her shirt; and
3.) that she actually had the option of telling a lie.
Wrong on all counts.
“I can’t believe you let the Devil make you lie to mommy,” I said. “You are not smarter than mommy. You will have to live a long time to be smarter than mommy and by that time, I will be way smarter than I am now. You can’t lie to me and get away with it.”
Then I caught myself. How could this be? I was –gulp!– turning into my mother. She used to say that exact same thing to me so many years ago.
And I remember thinking exactly what Michaela was thinking:
1.) that my will to do what I wanted to do was stronger than my will to please my mother;
2.) that there was no way she could know I was up to no good; and
3.) that telling the truth in some cases was, if nothing else, simply detrimental to my backside.
It took me years to realized that my mother was right. In my defense, she wasn’t always right, but she was more right than wrong. In fact, I’d be a millionaire if I had a dollar for every time I gambled my mother was wrong and found out she was right.
But back then,I thought I knew better. I was young and invincible, and I was definitely smarter than my mother.
Too bad I didn’t realize that my momma could see right through my lying and scheming, just like I could see a huge book protruding from Michaela’s t-shirt. And too bad I didn’t realize how many mistakes and tragedies I could avoid if I just listened to my wise mother.
What’s even crazier is that I still do that with God. Here’s this great, big, powerful, all-knowing God, who knows everything about me and yet I think I can fool him. He has the master plan for my life, and he knows the mistakes I will make before we even make them. Yet I think I can convince him that I’m doing all I can, that I’m living as best I can, that I’m the best Christian I can be, when he knows better.
The Bible tells us that God knows even the number of hairs on our heads (Luke 12:7), that he knows the secrets of our hearts (Psalms 44:21) and that sees everything we do (Proverbs 15:3).
We can hide our flaws and pain from our closest friends. We can pretend to be more than we are to our families. We can lie to our spouses. We can cheat on our taxes. We can even fool our parents sometimes.
But we can’t fool God.
And I’ll tell Michaela like my mom used to tell me: If you can’t fool God, you sure can’t fool your mommy. Why? Because your mommy talks to God every day and he tells her things.
Wink, wink.