My Walk with the Lord

True stories about God's miracles and how He has blessed my life through trials and troubles. It touches on a range of topics from angels to single parenting, death, nursing homes. You will laugh, you will cry, you will be amazed to see how much God really loves you.

Monday, May 22, 2006

A False Soldier

Matthew 7 verses 22, 23 "Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity".

When I was in the Army, I was fortunate enough to be assigned to the 25th Infantry division (Tropic Lightning), Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. I had fell in love with the Aloha state when as a young boy, I saw the movie, "Blue Hawaii". I thought that was the most beautiful place and even back then, I longed to go to that "paradise". Twenty two years later, my dream came true. My years (1982-1985) in Hawaii were richly rewarding.

I had to volunteer for the assignment to Hawaii. I was placed on a waiting list, and two long years later was reassigned from Alabama to Hawaii (the Lord was teaching me the value of patience even back then). After I received my orders, I was excited (and my family was, too!) about my new mission with the 25th.

The Tropic Lightning Division had a storied history and was well known for the many heroes who had "Done the Division Proud". I want to state here, that throughout my Army career, I was blessed to be assigned with some of the best men and women who wore the uniform. The 25th was no different-it was well stocked with outstanding soldiers.

Part of my responsibilities as Chief, Personnel Actions Branch, 25th Adjutant General Company, was to process retirement applications. One day, my dedicated senior non-commissioned officer, Sergeant First Class Alex Silva, brought me a retirement application for a well known Sergeant (SGT). I'll call him SGT Doe.

This soldier was reportedly the most decorated (for heroism) enlisted man we had assigned to the 25th at that time. High ranking officers had often pointed out his deeds as an example for others to emulate. SGT Doe was prior service (Korea and other places), had reached the rank of Master Sergeant, and was honorably discharged before reaching retirement eligibility. He had reenlisted to gain the 20 years active duty service required to retire. His military personnel records jacket (DA 201 file as we called it) reflected all his service data pretty accurately. Although his 201 file looked genuine and SGT Doe had been performing his duties in an outstanding manner, something contained within the 201 struck me as a little unusual. I had learned over my years of military personnel work, that these little suspicions proved out to be right. I've seen some soldiers fake educational qualifications, awards, promotions, test results, and various other items. My earlier training as a Personnel Records Specialist helped me to quickly detect inconsistencies within a 201 file.

As I thoroughly searched SGT Doe's 201, several small items raised red flags. This man supposedly had been awarded a Silver Star (SS) and many other medals too numerous to list. This SS medal did not look right to me...the documentation was suspicious.

I forwarded SGT Doe's retirement request to the Department of the Army Military Personnel Center located in Alexandria, Virginia. I knew the grizzled up old Chief Warrant Officer Four who was in charge of the Army Awards Department. I called him, told him SGT Doe's application was coming to him, and I asked him to carefully look at the Silver Star award.

About three weeks later, Chief Smith (I'll call him), called me and said that he had found out something very interesting about SGT Doe - he had received a Dishonorable Discharge from the Army in the early 1950's. This man was not a part of the Army...all his personnel records had been almost expertly falsified! SGT Doe was an imposter and had been found out by an expert! This "highly decorated" imposter was a slap in the face to the true soldiers who valiantly served with the 25th Infantry Division. I was glad the truth came out, and he was exposed as a false soldier.

Several years after this incident, I heard a story about a veteran who lived in a small town in the Midwest. This veteran was supposedly the most highly decorated man that city had ever produced. He was "top dog" and took the limelight at every ceremony honoring veterans. Well, some old wise World War II veterans (I have the utmost respect and gratitude for this group of veterans-I thank and salute them for the sacrifices they made to defeat the evil of that time) became suspicious and started to do some checking on this man. He too, was impersonating a true hero. He had never been in any type of military service!

A few years ago, the Lord had me to start witnessing to a church choir director. As I would say to her words the Lord would have me say, I was puzzled. After all, this woman was not only a choir director but she was also a pastor's wife. She thought she was saved because she was doing good deeds, had joined the church and was baptized. She had never been born again ((John 3 verse 5). Several months later, at a tent revival, she was truly saved as she was born again. She was now a true member of the Army of the Lord.

Through the above examples, I've learned many spiritual lessons. Outward appearances can be deceiving. One can look like a Christian soldier, act the part, have the badges of honor of a good church goer but be lost and dying and going to hell. God looks at what is within the heart.

I am so glad that one day, Jesus made me a part of His Army. He knows his sheep and calleth them by name. Unless a man be born again, he cannot enter the gates of Heaven. Examine yourself...have you truly had your name written in the Lamb's Book of Life? Are you real or fake?

Matthew 13 verse 49 "So shall it be at the end of the world: the angels shall come forth, and sever the wicked from among the just".

Irvin L. Rozier, aka walkin2e

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Radio Interview

At 5 Today I will do a radio interview with shane Finch, Ocala florida..here is part of it:

This is a pretty special story since it has to do with mother's day. Let's do this one again. I had to get a drink of water after reading all about your mother. She was obviously a very special lady. Wow! I'll call you at 5pm and thanks.

Iwcroga@aol.com wrote:
The Mother's Day Miracle
by Irvin Rozier


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The Mother's Day Miracle, story number two (out of 50) from my book, My Walk with the Lord, www.selahbooks.com, barnes and noble, amazon

II Samuel 12. 22, 23: "And he said, while the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me."

One Mother's day, after church, I was laying down taking a rest when the phone rang. A Christian friend of mine said, "There is trouble at the cemetery, would you go see about it?" I felt the presence of the Holy Ghost and immediately drove to the cemetery. I got out of my car, looked around and there was not a soul in sight. I began to pray and seek the Lord for the purpose of my being there. After I prayed, the Lord spoke to me and said, "See that little baby's grave. I want you to go over to it and stand by."

As I stood by the baby's grave, I sensed the presence of the Lord. Five minutes passed by, ten minutes, 20 minutes, and the Lord said, "Have patience." After 30 minutes of waiting, I heard the sound of a car approaching. I looked up and saw a woman that I was acquainted with in earlier years. She came right to the spot where I was standing. That baby was hers and she was missing the child on Mother's day.

I began to talk to her and I told her that she couldn't bring her baby back but she could join her child in Heaven. She began to tell me all her troubles, her disappointments in life, her family problems, and her financial problems. As she began to unload, I felt the compassion of the Lord beginning to well up in me. Her family was feuding, her brother was sick, and she couldn't afford to call him.

I asked her if I could pray for her and she said okay. As I began to pray, the presence of the Lord came in a powerful way. I asked the Lord to reveal his love to her, and there at her baby's grave, she was born again.

The Lord told me to help her by giving her a little money. She tried to refuse to take it, but I insisted it was from the Lord. She said, "I will repay you some way."

Three weeks later, this 42 year old woman was brutally murdered. I spoke at her funeral and relayed what had taken place three weeks prior at the cemetery. This was the repayment to me and a great comfort for her family.

About a month later, one of her sisters called me and asked me to go to their house and have a service for the family. Her brother and sisters, mother and father, and most of the grandchildren were present. I preached Jesus to them and the Lord graciously blessed.

Since that time, her brother, her Daddy, and one of her nieces(21 years old) have gone on to be with the Lord. Surely, the Lord is good!

Matthew 4.19 "And he said unto them, Follow me and I will make you fishers of men."

Irvin L. Rozier, Captain(Retired) US Army...still serving as a soldier in God's Army

Irvin at iwcroga@aol.com

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Beautiful Feet

Exodus 3 v 14 "And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shall thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you."

Romans 10 v 15 "And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, HOW BEAUTIFUL ARE THE FEET OF THEM THAT PREACH THE GOSPEL OF PEACE, AND BRING GLAD TIDINGS OF GOOD THINGS!"

Sunday morning, May 7, 2006, I went to the nursing home in Waycross, Georgia to preach. I have been going there for about 19 years. As my friend Nancy and I arrived, we were warmly greeted by Brother "Hoppy", and the few others who had gathered for worship; only about five residents were there. I put on a gospel song, "The Family Bible", and we begin to sing along, "There's a family Bible on the table...I can hear my mother softly singing, Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages, hide thou me". We sang other songs, and more residents came, some rolling in on their own in their wheel chairs, some slowly walking in, and some assisted by the staff. Most all were joining in the singing and the Lord's presence was precious and sweet.

While Nancy was preparing to sing, I had them all join in in singing this chorus, "God is so good, God is so good, God is so good, He is so good to me. God answers prayers, God answers prayers, God answers prayers, He is so good to me. O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord". The singing was sweet as birds singing on an early spring morning.

Nancy sang a couple of songs, one was "It's Shouting Time in Heaven", about another sinner being saved. She also shared some scripture. Sister Smith was not with us, she has also been going to the nursing home for almost 19 years. Her health is not so good, and she recently had a stroke, but overcome that and is usually with us on Sunday morning. Today, she had pain in her knees, and had to stay home. She lives about five miles from the nursing home and drives herself. She is 82.

After the singing, all was quiet as I opened the scriptures. The Lord had given me a message from Exodus Chapter 3. Everyone was very attentive, despite their physical afflictions. When Moses turned aside to see the burning bush, the Lord saw that he had turned aside, and then begin to talk to Moses. We all need to take time to turn aside and hear God. He then told Moses, to put off his shoes from his feet because he was standing on holy ground. I just imagine the Lord saw Moses feet, and thought they were beautiful. After all, them feet was going to carry Moses and the children of Israel out of bondage and into the promise land. Those sent by the Lord have beautiful feet!

I then preached on the Exodus, and how God was with Moses, how enemies were in the land, and how Moses had help. I then relayed how God sees our afflictions and sends deliverance in His time. I also talked about hope, and the expectation of what lies before us. I used an example from my own life. As a teenager, I used to help a local farmer. He grew tobacco, and we had to harvest it. We each had a row to pick, and the work was dirty, hot and backbreaking. At the end of the row, we would get to rest, and get to drink some cool refreshing water. We knew what was at the end of the row.

On my row, I sometimes encountered rattlesnakes, spiders, and other enemies. I had to be alert to see these dangers. Sometimes, I lagged behind the other workers, and they would help me catch up. Sometimes, I was ahead, and I would help them. Our Christian walk is like harvesting a row of tobacco. We sometimes get tired, encounter enemies, but others help us along (and we help others). It requires a team effort. But at the end of our row, lies the reward...heaven and eternal spiritual water and rest.

I preached some on Psalm 42 v 5 "Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance". I relayed how the children of Israel had hope in the Lord while in bondage for over 400 years, and God heard their cries and sent deliverance. I told the congregation that God would hear their prayers and send help to them. I talked about King Hezekiah, how the prophet came and told him to get his affairs in order because he was going to die. Hezekiah prayed unto God, God heard his prayers and saw his tears, and gave him 15 more years to live. I then quoted Hebrews 11 v 1.

This great service and worship of the Lord came to a close, we sang "Til we meet, til we meet, God be with you to we meet again."

Nancy and I then went to a homecoming service at Martha Memorial United Methodist church, about 24 miles away from the nursing home. The nearby Baptist pastor brought the message, and we then had a great homecoming dinner. I saw some old friends (I had preached there as an associate for four years), and it was good to see all of them.

The Lord calls and sends preachers...they have beautiful feet.

Irvin L. Rozier, aka walkin2e

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

A Standing Jesus

Stand Up Jesus!

1Ki 22:19 And he said, Hear thou therefore the word of the LORD: I saw the LORD sitting on his throne, and all the host of heaven standing by him on his right hand and on his left

Mat 26:64 Jesus saith unto him, Thou hast said: nevertheless I say unto you, Hereafter shall ye see the Son of man sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven.

The Bible speaks of the Lord sitting on His throne, but one time Jesus stood up. Stephen had preached a powerful sermon, and those who heard him were "cut to the heart" and angry at him.

Acts, chapter seven records this powerful sermon and in verse 55, the scripture says, "But he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God." Stephen then told the crowd in verse 56 "And said, Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God."

By standing, I believe Jesus was particularly interested in what Stephen was doing...He was closely observing this scene being played out. Instead of sitting, he was standing and I believe he was going to help out Stephen in his time of great danger. After they stoned him, Stephen said his last prayer, and it was "Lord, lay not this sin to their charge". When Stephen prayed this prayer, I believe the Lord sat back down on His throne, and was pleased with his servant, Stephen.

He stands up for us, can we stand up for Him?

Irvin L. Rozier aka walkin2e

Monday, May 01, 2006

I Harvest an Abundance of Potatoes

I Harvest an Abundance of Potatoes

Ecclesiastes 3 v 2 "A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;"

I live in south Georgia, and I always plant a garden every year. One of the vegetables I plant is red Irish potatoes. In late January, I prepare the soil by plowing it with my tractor. After the seedbed is finished, I go down to Dan Bennett's, our Blackshear garden seed center, and buy my potato seed. I take this 50 pound burlap sack of seed, cut the eyes from the potatoes, and let them dry for a couple of days. Meanwhile, I prepare the rows for planting. Mind you, all this preparation is hard but fun work, and I do get my hands dirty. The fresh plowed dirt is a scent that I always remember...a blessing from the Lord.

I then plant the potatoes in the open row. I lay them gently in the row, placing each seed about 18 inches apart. After I do this, I fertilize them, and then cover them up with dirt. I did my part, and then I wait on the Lord to give the increase. After three or four weeks of patiently waiting, I see some green shoots poking up through the soil and look on with wonder. It is always a wonder to me to see things grow, to know I had a part in it, and to meditate on the amazing providence of God. He sent the sun to warm the earth, the rain to water it, and man to till it.

I carefully watch my plants that sprung forth from the seed I planted because I know that the potato plant has an enemy...it is called a potato bug. This little critter has alternate black and yellow stripes and if you see one there are more. Sure enough, after my potato plants were about six inches high, I spotted one, then another. I hooked up my sprayer, mixed together some insecticide, and then thoroughly sprayed my tender plants. In a couple of days, I inspected my potato plants, and the enemy was gone. The Lord sent some more rain and sunshine, and one day I fertilized the potatoes once more, and plowed them for the last time. I then had to patiently wait for the harvest.

Saturday, April 29, 2006 was the big day...the harvest day I had been anticipating since that long ago (it seemed to me) January day when I had planted those potato seeds. I decided to plow the potatoes up with my Farmall Super A instead of my Ford 3000 tractor. I hooked up the plow, and as Nancy, a friend of mine looked on, plowed up that first row. Low and behold, there were fresh red Irish potatoes everywhere! Nancy and I picked them up and took them to the barn, washed them off, and put them in five and 10 pound mesh bags. I estimated that I had a harvest of 250 pounds from the 50 pound sack of seed I had planted. It was worth the wait to see this blessing from the Lord. Small red potatoes cooked up in some green beans is sure a tasty treat.

After the potatoes were harvested, I raked up the now useless plants, and throwed them in my burn pile. I then took my Ford tractor and plowed up the ground where they grew. I will plant something else (maybe okra and Indian corn) where those plants lived and died. Over the past 19 years of planting, cultivating and harvesting a garden, the cycle of life of a plant reminds me of what King Solomon said in Ecclesiastes..."there is a time and a purpose for everything under heaven".

Everytime I plant seed I am reminded of the parable of the seed in Luke chapter eight verses five through 15. I particularly like verse 11: "Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God." Over my many years of being a "seed-sower" for the Lord, I have planted many spiritual seeds. I have seen the enemy destroy some of these seeds, I have seen some fruit from these seeds, and I am still waiting for the harvest from other seeds. I know that my labor (yes seed sowing is hard work) for the Lord has not been in vain, and I will reap what I have sown.

Galatians 6 v 9: "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."

Irvin L. Rozier, aka walkin2e