Dear family of our Lord Jesus Christ,
It is such a blessing to be with you all! We love you and yours!
Today we wish Bob and Wanell Pate “Happy Anniversary” We love them so and are so thankful for their love! Wanell serves on the FGGAM Board of Directors. pictured here at an FGGAM event at Christ Full Deliverance Ministries in Rio Rancho from left to right, Rick Stambaugh, Bob and Wanell Pate, Jo and Paul Holt and myself. I need a picture of Wanell and Bob!
Here is a TRUE LOVE NOTE Bob posted on Facebook:
Thirty three years ago (in 1981) April 17th was Good Friday. Well for me that was Great Friday!!!!! The day Wanell & I took our Wedding Vows! It was my lucky day. She was “the catch of the day!” and I’m not throwing her back. After 33 years, she’s still a keeper. Love You Wanell. Happy Anniversary, Bob
It is AWESOME when a husband shows his Public love for his wife to all! Amen! Way too go Bob!
I also want to add that Sharon and I treasure our relationship with Bob and Wanell and all those that support FGGAM and our mission that the Lord has given us! It’s all about HIM!
Thank you Wanell and Bob for always being there for us!
We here at FGGAM wish two of our favorite servants of GOD, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” First of all to Barbara Gould of Emmanuel Ministries International based in Albuquerque/Rio Rancho and Hall-of-Fame Broadcaster Frank Haley of KKIM radio in Albuquerque. They both are a bit younger this week! Amen! Happy Birthday Dear friends! Barbara serves on the FGGAM Board of Directors and I was blessed to be the manager of KKIM when Frank was inducted into the New Mexico Broadcasters Hall-of-Fame. These two servants of God have touched my life, and thousands of others, in so many ways for God’s Glory Alone! They are two people I can call on anytime for prayer and Godly advice 
. Barbara just returned from a mission trip to Jamaica, and we will have a future post on her VICTORY TRIP! Frank and his lovely wife are about to head out to Ireland. What a birthday gift! Pictured here: myself and Frank at his induction into the New Mexico Broadcasters Hall-of-Fame and Barbara Gould
We love you both! May God Bless you and yours forever and ever!
By the way friends, would you pray with me that the New Mexico Broadcasters Association will induct the late Pastor Ray Franks of KAZQ CH. 32 into the Hall-of-Fame? Pastor Ray really accomplished a lot for our Lord in all his years in radio and TV. Ray started his broadcast career at KKIM radio in the early 70′s. The late Blackie Gonzales, founder of Son Broadcasting and Frank Haley of KKIM are the only two Christian Broadcasters that have been inducted to the New Mexico Broadcasters Hall-of-Fame.
I know that those Christian Broadcasters that have passed on, are already in “God’s Hall-of-Fame”, which is Heaven! But for those here on earth we hold these Christian Broadcasters up as an example to others, to follow in their footsteps. It is not an easy walk, having been doing it for years myself, we need to “grow up” other broadcasters for the Kingdom!
Seeing the works of Blackie, Ray and Frank should give others hope!
Yesterday we posted this music video at FGGAM.ORG www.fggam.org and WOW! Many hit’s!!!! Thanks again to Darlene Quiring for sending this video to us…..
AWESOME! Music Video: Easter Version Of “Hallelujah”
AND THIS!
God Raised Jesus to Life
As we prepare for Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday, Darlene Quiring sent this story to us, it’s so AWESOME IN OUR LORD! AMEN!
DAD’ S STORY
On July 22nd I was en route to Washington, DC, for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead locker, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.
I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.
When I got off the plane, a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, “Mr.Glenn, there is an emergency at your home I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.”
My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere.. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage..
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.
Finally at two o’clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.. He said, “Daddy hold me” and he reached for me with his little arms.
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, when we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In the days that followed, there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family.. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
The story is not over (smile)!
Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, “Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you.” At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
“Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you but you couldn’t hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the ‘ birdies ‘ came.”
“The birdies?” my wife asked puzzled.
Yes,” he replied. “The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.”
“They did?”
“Yes,” he said. “One of the birdies came and got you. to tell you “I got stuck under the door.” A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as “birdies” because they were up in the air like birds that fly. “What did the birdies look like?” she asked.
Brian answered, “They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Yes,” he answered. “They told me the baby would be all right.”
“The baby?” my wife asked confused.
Brian answered. “The baby laying on the garage floor.” He went on, “You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.”
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian’s body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, “Don’t leave us Brian, please stay if you can.” As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that his spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form. “Then what happened?” she asked.
“We went on a trip,” he said, “far, far away.” He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn’t seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
“We flew so fast up in the air. They’re so pretty Mommy,” he added. “And there are lots and lots of birdies.” My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known.. Brian went on to tell her that the “birdies” had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the “birdies.” He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour.
He taught us that “birdies” are always with us, but we don’t see them because we look with our eyes and we don’t hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, “I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.”
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.
Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the “birdies.” Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people become friends and stay a while…leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts .. and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present! Live and savour every moment…this is not a dress rehearsal!
I passed this on, not because it says to, but because I hope everyone I send it to, will be as blessed by reading it, as I was.
Life is too short… Cherish Every Moment
Friends are Angels without Wings
Thank you Darlene for sending this into us! We love you and yours!
From Billy Graham…as we continue to prepare our hearts, minds and souls for Good Friday and Easter……
Read 1 Cor. 15: 35-43
As we approach the celebration of Good
Friday, I’m reminded of the seven sayings
of Jesus from the cross and the glory and the
power in each saying.
Jesus was alone. He had come to His own, and
His own did not receive Him. When He was
being arrested in the garden of Gethsemane,
we are told that “all the disciples deserted him
and fled” (Matthew 26:56). The crowds who
had so recently shouted, “Hosanna!” would
soon shout, “Crucify him! … Crucify him!”
(Matthew 21:9; 27:22–23). Now even His loyal
Twelve had left. And at last we hear Him cry
out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken
me?” (Mark 15:34). Not only had He been
forsaken by His human companions, but
now in that desperate and lonely hour, He—
because He was bearing our sins in His own
body on the cross—had been forsaken by
God. Jesus was enduring the suffering and
judgment of Hell for you and for me.
How can you show your gratitude to God
for allowing His Son to endure the shame
and suffering of the cross?
Amen!
I pray we are here with you on Good Friday! If not you know we got busy and could not be with you!
Please keep praying for us here at FGGAM. We love you all!
May you have a very blessed Resurrection Sunday! Amen!
For God’s Glory Alone In The Love of Our Lord Jesus Christ, Dewey, Sharon, family and FGGAM Team!
Let us keep praying for each other and our families!
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“Men of Israel, listen to this: Jesus of Nazareth was a man accredited by God to you by miracles, wonders and signs, which God did among you through him, as you yourselves know. This man was handed over to you by God’s set purpose and foreknowledge; and you, with the help of wicked men, put him to death by nailing him to the cross. But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him. — Acts 2:22-24
