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06/11/2026

"Dad Hagin thought a lot of Sister Jeanne Wilkerson, she was an awesome Prophetess! There were times she would come in a service of Dad Hagin's and sit in the back of the room. Dad Hagin would stop in the middle of his message and say, ""Sister Wilkerson, I know your here because I felt you when you can into the room. Come up here and deliver whatever the Lord has placed in your heart."" He was so sensitive to the Spirit of God he knew when that woman of God was there in the service and had a word from the Lord! Wow, we need more people sensitive like that, that they'll know by the Spirit someone in the in service has a Word from the Lord besides them. That's what you call being Spirit led!!
Kenneth Hagin shared a prophecy he once received from this great prophetess 👇
I had a supernatural experience years ago
At a seminar in 1968, Sister Jeanne Wilkerson, an established Bible teacher and prophetess (who has since gone on to be with the Lord), prophesied that in the fall of that year I would have an experience similar to Enoch’s in that I would be caught up to Heaven. Enoch was caught away in the flesh — his physical body departed from this earth (Gen. 5:24; Heb. 11:5). But Sister Wilkerson prophesied that I would be caught away in the Spirit and would receive revelation from God.
I didn’t do anything to try to make that prophecy come to pass. I just continued to serve God. Then in the fall of that year, my only sister, Oleta, died of cancer when she was only fifty-five years of age.
Oleta had been sick once before and had almost died. When I prayed for her, she was healed. She was a spiritual babe in Christ at that time, so I could get her healed on my faith in the Word. But this time when she got sick, she was no longer a spiritual baby, so I couldn’t get her healed on my faith. We won’t be able to carry other people on our faith indefinitely because God expects each of us to grow up in faith.
So my sister died in the fall of that year. In fact, our family was all gathered around my sister’s bed on the evening she drew her last breath. About 1:30 the next morning, I was lying in bed thinking about what it must have been like for my sister as her spirit left her body, and she ascended to Heaven to be with the Lord.
I thought about the time my own heart stopped beating on August 16, 1933, as I lay on the bed of sickness. When my heart stopped, my spirit left my body, and as I looked back down, I could see my body lying there on the bed. I saw my mother holding my hand. Then I thought about my sister again. When she died and left her body, she must have looked down upon all of us gathered around her bed and seen our love and concern.
As I was thinking about this, suddenly a bright, golden beam of light from Heaven about as big as an elevator shaft penetrated right through the ceiling. When that light touched me, my spirit left my body. I went right up through that beam of light as if I were going up an elevator, until I reached Heaven.
In Heaven, I saw my sister talking to Jesus. When I walked up to them, Jesus stopped talking to her and looked at me. When Jesus looked at me, my sister turned around to see who Jesus was looking at and saw me.
The first thing my sister said to me was, “Ken, don’t feel so badly that you couldn’t pray the prayer of faith for me. There was a reason why you couldn’t.” (She didn’t tell me what the reason was.)
Sometimes God doesn’t reveal to us the reason why some people don’t receive their healing. Deuteronomy 29:29 says, “The secret things belong unto the Lord our God. . . .”
My sister told me she had already seen Granny and Grandpa, my mother’s parents. She also said she had seen her grandson, Jason, who had died when he was three years old. Then she said, “Kenneth, I saw Ann.” Ann was her daughter who had died as a result of an automobile accident when she was only twenty- five years old, leaving behind two small children.
My sister continued, “The first thing Ann said to me was, ‘How are kenneth and children?’ (Bill was Ann’s husband.) I didn’t tell Ann that Bill had remarried.”
Then my sister said something that came as a real revelation to me. She told me, “You see, people up here are not interested in the natural side of life of those living on the earth. They are not concerned about whether or not you buy a new dress or a new suit, or how much money you have in the bank.
“They are concerned about spiritual things. They don’t know what happens in your life in the natural realm, but they know everything you do spiritually. They know when you make a decision for Christ.”
My sister was talking about the cloud of witnesses in Heaven watching us as we run our spiritual race. That was the revelation Sister Wilkerson had prophesied I would receive during this experience. Before this experience of being caught up to Heaven, I’d only had a hint or glimpse of that revelation.
Incidentally, when Sister Wilkerson prophesied that I would be caught up to Heaven like Enoch and receive revelation, she also said that another person would be involved in a similar supernatural experience. My older brother, Dub, was that person. The same night I was caught up to Heaven, Dub had a similar experience. Dub was also caught up to Heaven and had a conversation with our sister, just as I had a short time earlier.
At the time this happened to Dub, no one could have accused him of being spiritual! Dub didn’t understand much about spiritual things, and his experience in Heaven unnerved him. He called me the next day to tell me about it. He had no idea I’d had a similar experience the same night."

06/11/2026

"DAVID WILKERSON'S TRIBUTE TO KATHRYN KHULMAN.
For nearly a quarter of a century, she has been a vessel of God that allowed healing and restoration to flow into the lives of thousands.
She is loved and admired by millions and maligned only by those who are down on divine healing or who have made no effort at all to understand her or what she stands for. But I have seen her behind the stage, before she stood in front of a multitude to express her unlimited faith in God, and watched her carefully. Over and over again she cried:
Dear God, unless you anoint me and touch me I am nothing. I am worthless when the flesh gets in the way. You get all the glory or I cannot go out there and minister. I won’t move without you.
And suddenly she bursts on the scene, It’s explosive and almost unbelievable. It’s not so much what she says —because that’s always as clear and simple as the preaching style used by Christ himself. I don’t understand it, nor does she, but when the Spirit begins to move upon her—and she feels suddenly compelled to challenge Satan’s power in Jesus’ name—miracles begin to happen. People everywhere—even the most staid and dignified— fall prostrate on the floor. Catholics and Protestants raise hands and worship God together—all decently and in order. Holy Spirit power rolls over the audience like waves of the ocean. Those in the television media soon learned she was not a phony or a fanatic. People they had known, had been helped by her ministry. They were no match for her wit and godly wisdom. She is not wealthy, nor is she “hung up” on materialism. I know! She personally raised and gave to Teen Challenge the money to build a place on our farm to reach and rehabilitate hopeless addicts. Her prayers have brought in the money to build churches in underdeveloped countries around the world. She has sponsored the educating of underprivileged children and other talented youth who were recipients of her love and concern. She has walked with me into the ghettos of New York and laid loving hands on filthy addicts. She never winced or withdrew—her concern was genuine. And why this tribute from me?
Because the Holy Spirit bade me do it! She owes me nothing, and I ask nothing more of her than that same love and respect she has shown me over the years. But all too often we pay our tributes only to the dead. Now then, to a great woman of God who has so deeply affected my life and the lives of millions more—we love you in Christ’s name! History will say of Kathryn Kuhlman:
Her living and her dying brought glory to God.
- David Wilkerson, Author of The Cross and the Switchblade"

06/11/2026

"For nearly five years, he lived the life of a true woodsman. The cabin had no luxury amenities, and the isolation was absolute. Instead of memorizing scripts, he spent his days chopping wood, learning the meticulous craft of carpentry, and building furniture by hand.
What could possibly convince a rising British star with the world at his feet to drop everything and vanish into the wilderness?
In 1989, Colin Firth was on the verge of becoming a household name. He was young, talented, and deeply embedded in the prestigious London theater scene.
Then, he looked into the eyes of Canadian actress Meg Tilly on the set of the movie Valmont, and his entire universe shifted. It was an instant, overwhelming attraction that defied all logic. Within months, the future Oscar winner did the unthinkable.
He walked away from the flashing cameras, left the historic stages of England behind, and packed his bags for a remote log cabin hidden deep in the dense forests of British Columbia.
He swapped the roar of theater applause for the silence of the Canadian wilderness. When later asked about this radical shift from the spotlight to total obscurity, Firth shared a glimpse into his mindset by stating,
""I just wanted to be with her and didn't care about anything else.""
The quiet cabin soon turned into a home filled with new life. In 1990, the couple welcomed their son, William Joseph Firth. Becoming a father in the middle of nowhere grounded the actor even further.
He spent his days watching his son take his first steps surrounded by towering trees and clean mountain air, completely untouched by the frantic pace of the entertainment industry.
During this time, Firth also took on the role of stepfather to Meg's two children from a previous marriage, embracing the chaotic joy of a ready-made family far away from the gossip columns.
However, the very wilderness that fueled their early romance eventually began to weigh on the actor. By 1994, the extreme isolation started to feel less like a sanctuary and more like a barrier to his true calling.
The creative itch to act, to step back onto a stage, and to engage with the world could no longer be ignored. The dream in the woods had run its course, and the couple made the painful decision to part ways.
Yet, the end of their romance was far from the end of their story. The deep bond they forged in that secluded cabin survived the breakup entirely.
Even after returning to England and skyrocketing to global fame as Mr. Darcy, Firth never turned his back on the family he cultivated in the Canadian wild.
He remained an active, dedicated presence in the lives of all three children, proving that his commitment to them was never just about a location.
Today, William has followed his father's footsteps into the acting world, bridging the past and the present.
Meg and Colin share a rare, unbreakable friendship that has lasted for decades.
They look back at their years in the woods not with regret, but with immense gratitude. It is a beautiful reminder that true love doesn't always have to last forever to leave a permanent, heartwarming mark on your soul."

06/11/2026

"One day, without warning him, she withdrew their two children from school in Los Angeles and secretly moved with them to Sacramento. He went to pick them up from school and could not find them; it took him two weeks to track them down.
This is not a scene from a Hollywood thriller. It is the real-life heartbreak that Tom Hanks experienced long before he became America’s favorite movie star. Behind the famous smile and the Academy Awards lies a chaotic past that few people know about.
It is a story of young love, sudden fame, and a quiet custody battle that left deep scars..
Tom Hanks and his first wife, Samantha Lewes, met when they were just college students in Sacramento. They were young, broke, and full of big dreams about acting. Samantha was a talented actress herself, but life moved too fast for them.
They welcomed their first child, Colin, in 1977 when Tom was only twenty-one years old. They married a year later and had a daughter named Elizabeth in 1982.
The early years were a constant struggle to pay the rent. Tom was just a regular guy trying to find work. Everything changed in 1980 when he landed a role in a television comedy.
The family packed their bags and moved to Los Angeles. Suddenly, the money started coming in, but the marriage began to fracture under the pressure of Hollywood.
Tom was working constantly, and Samantha was left at home with two young kids.
By 1985, the emotional distance between them had become a wall. They separated, and that is when the real panic began for the young father.
Samantha took the children and vanished to Sacramento without a single word. Tom arrived at the school gates, expecting to see his son and daughter, but the playground was empty. The school staff told him they were gone.
For fourteen agonizing days, he had no idea where his children were or if they were safe.
“I was too young, impulsive, and deeply insecure,” Tom later admitted when talking about those chaotic years. He had grown up as a child of divorce himself, moving from house to house.
He desperately wanted a stable family for his own children, but instead, he felt he was repeating the exact same mistakes his parents had made.
The pain of that two-week disappearance changed his relationship with Samantha forever.
The divorce became official in 1987, and the children stayed with their mother in Sacramento for several years. However, life behind closed doors was difficult. Samantha struggled with mental health issues that grew worse over time.
The big house with the swimming pool looked perfect from the outside, but inside, the situation was decaying. Elizabeth later recalled that her mother suffered from severe paranoia and would stay in bed for days.
When Elizabeth was fourteen, things reached a breaking point. After a difficult confrontation at home, she reached out to her father for help. Tom did not hesitate.
He went straight to court to change the custody agreement so the children could live with him and his new wife, Rita Wilson, in Los Angeles. He wanted to give them the safe environment they had missed.
Even though their marriage ended in bitterness and secrecy, Tom never completely turned his back on Samantha. In 2001, she received a devastating diagnosis of terminal bone cancer. When Tom heard the news, he immediately stepped in to help.
He paid for her medical bills, hired top doctors, and ensured she had the best care possible during her final months. Samantha passed away in 2002 at the age of forty-nine.
This story reminds us that fame cannot shield anyone from the raw struggles of life. It takes immense maturity to transform past bitterness into final acts of grace and kindness. "

06/11/2026

"David Boreanaz has shared a heartfelt tribute to fellow actor Anthony Head, reflecting on their friendship and the impact Head had on his life.
Posting a nostalgic message alongside a photo, Boreanaz remembered Head for his warmth, humor and generosity.
“This is how I met Anthony, in laughter and smile always. And this is how I will remember him always. All kindness and a soul that was inspiring to me. Thank you brother,” Boreanaz wrote.
The tribute quickly resonated with fans, many of whom fondly remember the actors from their time in the beloved supernatural drama Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Boreanaz’s message highlighted the deep respect and friendship shared between the two actors, offering a touching glimpse into their off-screen bond. "

06/11/2026

"Remembering Rik Mayall, who passed away on this day in 2014. Mayall is famously remembered as Rick, the self-proclaimed anarchist poet and pretentious, tantrum-throwing sociology student in the ground-breaking sitcom The Young Ones. As Rick, he perfectly captured the manic energy of an over-excited, deeply unlikable youth who desperately wanted to be seen as a revolutionary. His character provided the perfect foil to his equally unhinged, violent housemate Vyvyan, played by his long-time comedy partner Adrian Edmondson.
Their explosive, cartoonish slapstick chemistry became the definitive heartbeat of 1980s alternative comedy. Rick was known for his extreme political theatricality and his iconic, dramatic declaration: ""No, no, no - not 'Bank Manager'. Tell it like it is. Put 'Fascist Bully-Boy'!""
Before finding sitcom immortality, Mayall studied drama at the University of Manchester, where he met Edmondson and forged a legendary creative partnership. This experience launched him onto the stage of London's comedy circuit, giving his subsequent television roles a raw, theatrical edge. His career was incredibly varied. He dominated screens for years as the monstrously corrupt MP Alan B'Stard in The New Statesman, the swinging, high-octane Lord Flashheart in Blackadder, and the revoltingly desperate Richie Rich in Bottom. He was also a gifted physical performer on the big screen, memorably starring as the chaotic, imaginary childhood friend in the cult film Drop Dead Fred (1991).
Off-screen, Mayall was a deeply dedicated family man who survived a near-fatal quad bike accident in 1998. The crash left him in a temporary coma, but he returned to the stage with his trademark defiance, frequently joking that he had ""beaten Jesus"" by rising from the dead after five days. He was a fearless professional who lived for the thrill of a live crowd, famously observing:
""Insanity is a very high art form. If everyone was insane, I wouldn't be here!""
His life came to an end on 9 June 2014 after he suffered a sudden, fatal heart attack at his home in Barnes, London, following a morning jog. He had been happy, healthy, and working right up until his sudden collapse, leaving the entertainment world shocked by the loss of his ""fireball creativity"" at the age of just 56.
Rik Mayall remains a legend of British comedy, remembered for his brilliant timing, boundless energy, and unmatched anarchy. "

06/10/2026

"Few relationships in the spotlight have stood the test of time quite like Billy Connolly and Pamela Stephenson’s. Nearly five decades after they first met, their bond remains as strong as ever. ❤️
Their story began in 1979 when Billy made an appearance on the BBC sketch programme Not The Nine O’Clock News, where Pamela was a cast member. Although their paths crossed then, it was a chance meeting backstage after one of Billy’s performances the following year that sparked the beginning of their relationship.
After spending around ten years together, the couple tied the knot on 20 December 1989 in a relaxed ceremony on Toberua Island in Fiji, with comedian Barry Humphries “giving her away”.
Over the years, they have built a loving family together and are proud parents to three daughters: Daisy, Amy and Scarlett.
Pamela, who was born in New Zealand, enjoyed a successful career as an actress and comedian before later becoming a clinical psychologist, author and biographer. She has remained a constant source of support throughout Billy’s life and career.
Billy has often spoken about the important role Pamela has played during both the good times and the more challenging moments. Together, they have spent many years living in the United States, most recently in Key West, Florida.
Almost 50 years after their first meeting, Billy and Pamela’s relationship continues to be a wonderful example of love, loyalty and partnership enduring through life’s many chapters. "

06/10/2026

"The phone rings in the middle of the night, and in just three seconds, a parent's entire world shatters into a million pieces. For Tommy Lee Jones, that terrifying nightmare became a reality, turning a normal, quiet life into a permanent hole of deep grief and unanswered questions.
The whole world watched in silence as a father’s heart broke right in front of the cameras, reminding us all how quickly everything we love can be taken away.
Victoria Jones was a bright young woman with her whole life ahead of her. She was not just a tragic statistic or a random name in a cold police report. She was a loving daughter, a loyal friend, and the brightest light in her father’s world.
While the public searched for dramatic details, her father was simply looking for a way to breathe again.
Those close to the family always described the bond between Victoria and her father as incredibly tight. He was not just a provider; he was her biggest supporter through every high and low.
When the tragic news of her passing was finally confirmed, he did not hide behind high-priced lawyers or polished public relations statements. Instead, he spoke straight from the soul.
He told reporters through heavy tears, ""She was my everything, the reason I got up every morning. Now, the house is just quiet, and I don’t know how to live in that silence.""
This raw cry for help resonated with parents all over the globe. It stripped away the clinical nature of nightly news reporting and showed the real, human cost of losing a child. As the facts of the case began to emerge, the local community rallied tightly around the family.
The official investigation eventually reached a somber conclusion, ruling that Victoria’s death on New Year’s Day was an accident caused by the toxic effects of co***ne.
While the legal details often get tangled in messy paperwork, the core fact remained that a young life was cut short far too soon after a private struggle with substance abuse.
Tommy Lee Jones quickly became the face of a grieving community. He did not want revenge as much as he wanted the absolute truth.
He often said, ""I just want to understand what happened to my girl so no other father has to stand where I am standing today.""
His bravery in the face of such a massive loss was nothing short of heroic. He chose to speak out to keep her memory alive, ensuring that Victoria would not be forgotten as just another folder on a detective’s dusty desk.
Throughout the difficult weeks following her death, the investigation moved slowly. For a grieving parent, every single hour feels like a whole year, but Victoria’s father remained a constant presence, pushing for updates and keeping the public’s eye on the case.
He understood deeply that silence is the ultimate enemy of justice.
By sharing stories of Victoria, like how she loved to laugh, her big dreams for the future, and the small kindnesses she showed to strangers, he made sure she remained a real person. In one of his most moving tributes, he wrote,
""She had a laugh that could clear the heaviest room.
She didn't just walk through the world; she felt it. She saw the people others looked past, and she gave them her time. That was her gift, making you feel seen. I will spend the rest of my life making sure the world sees her, too.""
He did not try to make her sound perfect; he made her sound beautifully human. In the end, no amount of justice can bring a child back, and a father is left with memories, photos, and a legacy to uphold.
Victoria’s life was short, but through her father’s incredible strength, her voice is still being heard.
He has turned his deepest pain into a beautiful mission to honor her, showing the world that a father’s love never ends when a life does. It simply finds a new, powerful way to exist, shining a light for others in the dark."

06/10/2026

"A N**i commander loaded his pistol, pressed the cold metal barrel directly against the forehead of an American soldier, and gave a chilling ultimatum: ""Order the Jewish soldiers to step forward, or I will shoot you right now.""
What happened next in that frozen prisoner-of-war camp changed history forever, yet the man who stared down death kept it a secret for the rest of his life.
It was January 1945, and the bitter winter of World War II was at its peak. Inside Stalag IX-A, a notorious German prison camp near Ziegenhain, thousands of American soldiers were trapped behind barbed wire. Among them was Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds, a twenty-five-year-old from Knoxville, Tennessee. As the highest-ranking non-commissioned officer in his section, Edmonds was responsible for the lives of 1,275 men.
One day, the camp commander, a fanatical N**i major named Siegmann, issued a terrifying directive.
He ordered that the following morning, all American prisoners of Jewish faith must step out of the ranks during roll call. Everyone knew what this meant. Separating the Jewish soldiers was the first step toward sending them to extermination camps.
Inside the dark, freezing barracks, the prisoners panicked. Some of the Jewish soldiers considered stepping forward willingly to protect their Christian brothers from N**i wrath. But Edmonds refused to let that happen. He looked at his men and gave a clear, definitive order: ""Tomorrow, everyone steps forward. Everyone.""
The next morning, the ground was thick with snow. Major Siegmann walked out onto the parade ground, expecting to see a small, isolated group of Jewish soldiers standing apart from the rest. Instead, he stopped dead in his tracks. All 1,275 American soldiers had stepped forward together in perfect unison.
The commander turned red with anger and stormed over to Edmonds. ""They cannot all be Jews!"" Siegmann screamed.
Edmonds stood completely still, looked the N**i straight in the eyes, and replied: ""We are all Jews here.""
Enraged, Siegmann drew his Luger pistol and pressed it against Edmonds' forehead. The tension was suffocating. Hundreds of men held their breath, waiting for the gunshot. But Edmonds did not blink.
""According to the Geneva Convention, we only have to give our name, rank, and serial number,"" Edmonds said, his voice steady and calm. ""If you shoot me, you will have to shoot all of us. And when the war ends, you will be tried for war crimes.""
Edmonds knew the German army was collapsing and the Allies were advancing. Siegmann knew it too. The N**i commander looked at the wall of unified men, realized he could not break their spirit, and slowly lowered his gun. He turned around and walked away without saying another word.
Because of that moment of defiance, two hundred Jewish-American soldiers survived the Holocaust. When the war ended, Edmonds returned to Tennessee, married his sweetheart, and raised a family. He never bragged about his actions, never looked for medals, and never even told his own children what he had done. To him, protecting his men was simply his duty.
Decades after his death in 1985, his son uncovered the truth by talking to the survivors. In 2015, Edmonds was officially recognized as Righteous Among the Nations, the highest honor Israel bestows upon non-Jews who risked their lives to save Jews during the Holocaust. He remains the only American soldier to ever receive this recognition.
True heroism does not look for applause, and love will always be louder than hatred.
By standing together in the snow, those soldiers proved that when we refuse to abandon each other, ordinary human beings can become absolutely invincible."

06/10/2026

Irena Sendler knew exactly what happened to children who stayed behind. That was why she kept going back. Warsaw, Poland. World War II. Behind the walls of the Warsaw Ghetto, hundreds of thousands of Jews were trapped. Disease spread. Food disappeared. Families lived under constant fear. And children faced the worst future of all. Most people saw the walls and felt helpless. Irena Sendler saw children who still had a chance. She was a social worker. Not a soldier. Not a politician. Not someone with power. But she had something else. Courage. Using her position, Irena entered the ghetto again and again. Each visit carried enormous risk. If discovered, she could be executed. She went anyway. Again. And again. And again. She helped smuggle children out through any method available. Ambulances. Toolboxes. Sacks. Hidden compartments. Secret routes. Anything that could get a child past the guards. Parents faced impossible choices. Many knew they might never see their sons or daughters again. Yet they handed them over. Because staying meant almost certain d*ath. Irena promised something few others could. Hope. As children were rescued, she carefully recorded their real names and family information. Then she placed the records inside glass jars. Those jars were buried underground. She believed that one day families might be reunited. Then the N**is discovered her activities. She was arrested. Interrogated. Tortured. Her captors demanded names. Addresses. Locations. Anything that would expose the children. She gave them nothing. Not one name. Not one child. Not one family. Despite severe torture, the network survived. The children survived. The names stayed hidden. By the end of the war, approximately 2,500 children had escaped because of her efforts. Many grew up. Had families. Built lives. Raised children of their own. Today, entire generations exist because one woman refused to betray them. Irena Sendler did not carry a weapon. She carried names. Protected them with her silence. And saved thousands of futures. Story based on historical records. This post is for educational purposes.

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