Welcome to our Website!
Until He Returns Prophetic Bible Ministries is an independent, non-profit organization and is not affiliated with any church or denomination. Our purpose is to provide programs that will assist participants in gaining knowledge of Bible prophecy, and to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Classes are normally held on the 1st and 3rd Monday of every month from 6:30-8:30 pm at Liberty Bible Church, 1408 Church Rd. in Eureka, on the 1st and 3rd Monday of every month from 6:30-8:30 pm at Grace Church, 1311 W. Hovey Street in Normal, and on the 2nd and 4th Monday of every month from 6:30-8:30 pm at Northwest Baptist Church, located at 5430 N. Big Hollow Road in Peoria. There is no fee for taking these classes; however, free-will offerings are accepted. Refreshments and coffee are provided.
Balcony of Hayes-Adams Hotel with White House and Washington Monument in Background
PROPHECY CHAT – GOD ENCOUNTERS IN AN UBER CAR – NOV. 10, 2018
Dear Friends in Christ,
The Lord recently gave me a refresher course in witnessing. I welcomed it as the midterm elections occupied much of my attention and prayer life in autumn. I have become as absorbed in the aftermath, watching with prayer and interest as the administration uses their newly-secured leverage in the Senate to advance the conservative agenda. It was truly refreshing to be “schooled” by the Lord to not forsake witnessing and shining the light of Christ on the lost—even in the midst of civil chaos.
Let me tell you a story—a true one: A two-night excursion to Washington D.C. with friends turned into a lesson on what happens when five Christian women hit the capital bathed in pre-prayer and prayer support. In our little microcosm of affect, we had the privilege of seeing God’s light penetrate in small spheres the darkness around us. Our destination paved the way. A shroud of darkness hangs over D.C., but it has been pierced by a floodlight called The Museum of the Bible. Announcing the reason for our girl-group, dubbed The Golden Girls + one by a Starbucks server at O’Hare, set the stage for us. We stuck out as Christian conservatives and we owned it.
In the light-filled, high-tech facility of the Museum of the Bible, the Word of God is alive and well and LIVING in Washington. Hundreds of tourists and bus-loads of school kids descend on the capital to see the monuments and tour the museums, but the Museum of the Bible is not a secular priority. At least not yet. Make no mistake; it is a must-see for believers.
Because we hit D.C. “prayed up,” we had interesting encounters of-the-God-kind with those in whom we came in contact, like Uber drivers and the captive audience of seat-mates on the plane. We met men from Pakistan, Afghanistan, Dubai and a Mormon missionary born in Cuba. All of these men were interested in our destination and the oddity that five of us flew from Central Illinois to visit it. But the most interesting encounter was with Elvis from Jamaica. The reggae music blasting from his radio, his dreadlocks and his accent tipped me off as to his origination. I was in the front seat as the elder member of our group; this gave me the floor, so to speak.
We would break the ice with our Uber drivers by asking where they came from, how long they had been in the U.S. and how they liked it. By the way, they all loved the U.S. in itself. Like Christ in His witnessing encounters, He would find common ground before approaching theological issues—except with Nicodemus. In the case of Nicodemus, this man came with a spiritual question; Christ launched immediately into the meat of his issue. [John 3]
With Elvis, he also took the lead and we followed. When Elvis heard we were Christians, he began to vent on the darkness and evil of D.C. “Everyone in D.C. is going to hell! They do not read the Bible; they do not read the Revelation! They are going to hell!” When we could get a word in, we assured him we read the Bible AND Revelation… “I was called by God—in an audible voice,” he said, “—to be a pastor. God gave me the ability to heal by laying-on-of hands and I healed many people. God told me to go to America…but I had no money. I could not go to America. I went from Jamaica to Ghana and there a person sent me to America and I had NO MONEY. Now I am in America. But my head is messed up. I married a woman and she was unfaithful. So I divorced her and now I cannot be a pastor—but God called me to be a pastor!”
I told him if God called him to be a pastor, he should be a pastor.
“But my head is all messed up!”
We did not know if he thought divorcing his wife prevented him from preaching, but one short trip in an Uber did not give us the time to delve any deeper. We promised we would pray for him, which we did immediately after we exited the car. A friend told him she felt he was a kind of John the Baptist to the city and encouraged him. If we did no more than assure him and ourselves that “there are yet [7,000] who have not bowed the knee to Baal,” it served the purpose of bringing God glory. [1 Kings 19:18]
I pondered the encounter as we rode the elevator to our floor. The Holy Spirit-nature of the encounter caused me to try something I do not normally recommend. I opened the Gideon Bible in our room to a random passage and looked down at Luke 9:1-3: “Then He called His twelve disciples together and gave them power and authority over all demons, and to cure diseases. He sent them to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick. And He said to them, ‘Take nothing for the journey, neither staffs nor bag nor bread nor money; and do not have two tunics apiece.’” I was struck by the similarity to how God called Elvis, the Jamaican, to preach. He gave him the gift of healing. He brought him to America to preach with no money. Elvis is a voice crying in the wilderness of D.C.–from the pulpit of an Uber car. But the Lord sent him five ladies from Peoria to encourage him to follow his calling.
Another friend in our party had an interesting encounter on the plane with a Mormon missionary born in Cuba. She speaks fluent Spanish and had recently returned from a mission trip to Cuba. They had the opportunity to speak of many common interests, Christian to Mormon. I had the opportunity to meet a young businessman from Dubai who was traveling to the Mayo Clinic “for a second opinion.” He was open to discussing faith as an element of future goals—especially as I was an older woman with years of experience–but he had no hope and was in bondage to working for material comforts only. I was grateful for my white hair; he respected my age, he said.
He was open to discussing setting goals for a better perspective. With that crack in the door, I shared how I wrote down ten-year goals, which Harvard studies revealed would likely be met in half the time, just by identifying and writing them down. This intrigued him. I could then share how that method enabled me to devote my time to my passions in retirement because of accomplished goals in my working years. I told him I taught, mentored and wrote; but I did not sense he was ready to find out more…
I began talking to my friend on the left as the trip continued. As we all rose to exit the plane, I told him I enjoyed meeting him. He said, “Just what DO you teach?” I told him, “The Bible.” I think he was taken-aback because I did not bombard him with Christianity immediately.
I am not comfortable with confronting someone cold turkey with my faith. But I am recognizing that Christ made Himself very available and established common ground in order to enable the Holy Spirit to work. I pray that the young men, the servers, and the staffers we met on our trip with smiles and courtesy would have seeds planted and that the Holy Spirit will enable them to take root.
In Him We Wait, Work and Watch,
Sharon L. Clemens