ANOTHER COFFEE BREAK: JEZEBEL & WITCHCRAFT II

Good Morning and Blessings on you!
This is going to be an even more spectacular day than yesterday!  Ready?
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Got my good strong cup of French Roasted Columbian (still haven't
figured out how the French got into this act!) poured, and I'm on my
second cup.  Better grab yours before its too late.
Yesterday, I ran out of time (and space) to complete a story on seeing
firsthand the spirit of Jezebel in operation.  It never occurred to me
at the time that this was what I was seeing, and not for several years
thereafter did I understand the demonic nature of what transpired.  Not
until the Holy Spirit led me into the ministry of deliverance did I
begin to comprehend what had unfolded before me; and then I watched as
the Lord brought both judgment and vindication.
As I wrapped the day up in part one of this discussion yesterday, I said
that as soon as I was gone from Barrow, a fake trial was held before the
church board.  Dwain was found guilty in absentia.  He never had an
opportunity to present evidence that would have cleared him.  Neither
was I ever given an opportunity - as one who had personally worked with
him and been involved in the day-to-day ministry - to present any
evidence or testimony contrary to that of the conspirators.
Dwain was contacted while in California and advised to get back to
Barrow to pack up his personal belongings, and told that he was through
as a pastor in Alaska.  You can imagine his shock.  He flew to Fairbanks
to meet with the District Superintendent (DS) to plead his case and was
brushed off without so much as an ounce of grace.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm about the last person on the face of
this earth to believe in conspiracies and I don't abide conspiracy
theories very well.  Nevertheless, as this situation unfolded, it became
clear that certain preachers in Alaska wanted titles and political power
within the Alaska Missions.  Because of my father's long history of
building and establishing churches and his pioneering ministry, they
figured he was in line to become the top leader within the denomination
and its operations in Alaska.
Dad was about as apolitical as any person you've ever met.  He wasn't
the least bit interested in titles or positions.  He was there because
God called and anointed him to lay foundations, and build and establish
the Kingdom of God throughout the arctic.  He didn't have time for
church politics and adamantly criticized those within the denomination
for getting wrapped up in it.
Nevertheless, he was given a title (as General Presbyter - that's an
overseer and representative of a group of churches) and a certain amount
of authority within the statewide operations of the denomination.  What
Dad knew was that his authority didn't come from the denomination; it
came from the Lord who called him and sent him.  He used his position -
not as a political power base, but as a means to extend his reach in
ministry.
One of the things I've found to be true in a lifetime of ministry is
that those who seek political power and position generally tend to be
afraid of it; and their seeking after that power and position comes from
a place of wanting the esteem of men.  Likewise, those who seek after
power and political titles tend to believe that everyone else also wants
that power.  It becomes a place of competition, manipulation and
control.  Hence, it becomes a platform in their lives for witchcraft to
take hold and function in and through them.
Thus, those who conspired to remove Dwain from the pastorate in Barrow
did so because they felt he was a "vote" for my father to have the
general superintendence of the denomination in Alaska.  Hervel was a
pawn - a willing one, to be sure, but a pawn nevertheless.  His greed
and willingness to subvert the Gospel for the sake of what he viewed as
a powerful political position (he became the pawn of a spirit of
witchcraft) made him an easy target for those who also had subverted the
Gospel.
Dwain didn't waste much time nursing any wounds over the conspiracy and
his removal from Barrow.  He began ministering in a church in southern
California as new doors opened up to him.  The conspiracy hadn't ended,
of course, but the Lord was setting the stage for judgment for the
would-be conspirators.
By now, of course, I was in Nome, working at the bank and receiving my
training to take the management of the Kotzebue branch; and at the same
time helping our family friend and brother in the Lord, Paul Bills, in
his pastorate of the church in Nome where I'd grown up in my early
childhood.  A general unrest began to develop in my spirit in the midst
of my bank management training, and I realized this was not the
direction of the Lord in my life.  The job wasn't paying a whole lot of
money (unless you are in management in banking, you don't make any money
at all), and I was struggling to pay my bills.
Our young daughter, Debbie, was fighting with one sickness after
another, and money was spending like water.  A friend I'd known from my
youth was working for the state of Alaska as a civil engineer.  He knew
of my engineering and math skills and offered me a high-paying job with
the state as a surveyor on a remote highway project.  I decided it was
time to get my bills paid off and actually make a move towards
permanent, full-time pastoral ministry, resigned from the bank and took
the surveyor's job.
In the meantime, I discovered that the denomination was looking for a
missionary to take the church in Nenana, Alaska so I submitted my name
to the missions organization.  As soon as my father heard that I had put
my name in consideration, he contacted the missions leadership and put
in his plug on my behalf.
It never dawned on me - and certainly not on my Dad - that this move
would be regarded in exactly the same way they regarded Dwain's
pastorate of the church in Barrow: namely, another vote for my father,
and a threat to those who sought political power and position.  I
waited, and waited, and waited, and waited some more.  It didn't make
sense that I wasn't receiving any response from the missions leadership.
 The need in Nenana was urgent and I was more than qualified.
Weeks turned into months, and still no response was forthcoming.  I
asked Paul Bills to check on it for me and see if he could rattle some
doors on my behalf.  The look in his eye when I asked should have spoken
volumes, but I was na EFve enough to think that he was fully supportive
of my request.
After some five months had passed and still no answer was forthcoming
from the denomination, a letter arrived in the mail from Audrey Mieir,
the songwriter, arranger and singer whom I had known from my days in
Bible College.  She asked me if I would pray about and consider taking
over the youth ministry in her brother-in-law's church in Duarte,
California: Bethel Union Church.  There was an immediate "YES" in my
spirit.  This was the direction of the Lord, and it was clear.
I still didn't understand why I hadn't heard anything from the
denominational missions leadership, but decided to let it pass.  In the
midst of the transition in moving from Alaska to California, I used my
aunt and uncle's home in Santa Clara, California as a stopover and a
staging place from which to make the final move.  A letter from the
missions board that was sent to my Alaskan address caught up with me in
Santa Clara.  To sum up that letter, it read, "with your life so out of
order and your bills unpaid, how dare you apply for a place of ministry
with us?"
Since I had paid off my bills before leaving Alaska with the high-paying
job as a surveyor, the letter was puzzling to say the least.  None of it
made any sense, and I simply threw the letter in the trash can.
Besides, I already had my direction from the Lord.
Now.  Let's fast forward to the late fall of 1976.  I've been
ministering with Dwain McKenzie (again!) at Long Beach Christian Center
for the past five years.  The events of a decade previous are long gone
from our memories.  The past ten years have produced such change in me
that I'm no longer anything like what I was in 1966.  There has been an
unfolding of a series of miracles and spectacular works of the Holy
Spirit as I could scarcely have imagined.  Now I've accepted Scott
Hessek's offer to take the ministry of CBN and the 700 Club to Alaska.
Arriving in Anchorage and on my way to Saint Paul Island where my folks
are ministering, I spend a few days reacquainting myself with people
I've known throughout much of my life.  On Sunday, prior to my Monday
departure for Saint Paul Island, I decide to visit the denominational
church in Anchorage where many of my past friends or acquaintances would
likely be.
The Sunday morning service gets under way and the pastor makes a point
of publicly acknowledging and recognizing my presence.  At the
conclusion of the service, a hand taps me on the shoulder from behind
and a familiar voice says, "Regner, I'm so glad to see you."  It was
Paul Bills.  I spun around, grabbed him and gave him a big bear hug.
"Brother Bills, I sure am glad to see you!  What are you doing here?"  I
hadn't kept track of him or his movements, and was unaware that he had
been gone from Nome for some time.
Tears came to his eyes, and he began to weep.  "Brother, I need to ask
you for your forgiveness," he said.  You could have pushed me over with
a feather.  "Why on earth do you need my forgiveness," I asked.
"Ten years ago, I did you a terrible wrong.  When you applied for
missionary status with the missions board and requested appointment to
Nenana, I sent accusatory letters against you in order to block your
appointment."  He went on to relate the conspiracy that had taken place
between him, the then-District Superintendent, and others in ministry in
Alaska to block people from being in a position where they could become
supporting votes for my father to have the general superintendency.
I responded, "Brother, you didn't have to do that!  Dad couldn't have
cared less for the title or the position.  He was too focused on
accomplishing what the Lord anointed and appointed him to do.  Becoming
the General Superintendent was the last thing on his mind!"
Paul Bills nodded his head.  "I know that, now, but I was too caught up
in wanting the position myself.  I was wrong, brother, and the Lord has
taken me to task for it.  I am suffering His judgment because of my
actions.  He has instructed me to put my house in order and prepare to
die.  Brother, I have Lou Gehrig's disease, and I have less than two
years to live.  I did you wrong, among others, in the midst of my greed
and manipulation to have political power, and I'm asking you to forgive
me."
I was so overcome with emotion it was hard to speak.  "Brother Bills," I
said brokenly, "Whatever you meant for evil, the Lord has meant for
good.  I wouldn't trade the past ten years of seeing and experiencing
all that the Lord has done in and through me for the whole world!
Consider yourself more than forgiven."
I only saw Paul Bills a couple of times after that.  His health
deteriorated rapidly and in less than two years, he was gone.  Inquiries
into the whereabouts of the previous District Superintendent, as well as
the would-be pastor in Barrow (Hervel) who had aided in the conspiracy
to remove Dwain yielded the following, and I realized that the Lord was
executing judgment.
The previous DS had also been stricken with a nerve disorder that
eventually caused his death.  The church board in Barrow soon realized
after Dwain's dismissal that he was not guilty of the accusations
leveled against him, and that in fact, Hervel had trumped up charges of
criminal activity of which he was personally guilty.  The church asked
for his removal and he was gone shortly thereafter, dismissed from the
denomination, and he moved to Nome where he became its City Manager.  It
didn't take long for Hervel to resume his financial fraud.  An
investigation by federal agents brought about an indictment for
embezzlement.  His wife divorced him, and he wound up in prison.
See what the spirit of Jezebel does to people?  See what happens when
folks become contaminated by the sin of witchcraft?
Remember the quote I shared with you yesterday from Revelation 2, "And I
gave her space to repent of her fornication; and she repented not.
Behold, I will cast her into a bed, and them that commit adultery with
her into great tribulation, except they repent of their deeds.  And I
will kill her children with death; and all the churches shall know that
I am he which searcheth the reins and hearts: and I will give unto every
one of you according to your works."
That's EXACTLY what happened to all those who committed adultery with
the spirit of Jezebel in this case.  In case you haven't seen it yet,
this WAS the spirit of Jezebel hard at work to usurp the power, the
authority, and the anointing of God's anointed and appointed.  Those who
committed adultery with the spirit of Jezebel were "cast into great
tribulation" because they never repented of their deeds - at least not
until it was too late.  Paul Bills publicly repented for his part in the
ongoing conspiracies, and his public repentance exposed sin and
corruption that had plagued the missions organization in Alaska for
years.
Yesterday, I said that I would show you how the Lord vindicated Dwain
after all of the false charges and accusations.
Let's fast forward one more time - this time to 1988.  By this time,
Della and I are in Anchorage.  Dwain calls me on the phone needing a
place to stay for a day or two ON THE WAY BACK TO BARROW!!  That's
right.  Think the Lord doesn't remember the afflictions of the
righteous?  Think the Lord doesn't make good when His anointed and His
appointed are falsely accused and conspired against?  Think the Lord
doesn't have the last word in these affairs?
Think again!  After all the water that had gone under the bridge during
a span of more than 21 years, Dwain was asked to consider taking the
church again in Barrow.  Understand that he hadn't been with the
denomination during most of that span of time.  Nevertheless, there were
people in Barrow who had kept in touch with Dwain, and when the
opportunity presented itself they asked him to consider coming back.
Like me, Dwain had an adopted daughter of Eskimo heritage along with an
adopted son as well, and the ties meant ongoing contact.
It probably isn't necessary to go into all of the details that unfolded
other than to say that Dwain resumed the pastorate of the church in
Barrow, remaining there for 14 more years, and taking the church to new
dimensions spiritually.  That didn't mean he didn't have a battle royal
on his hands when he returned to Barrow.  He did indeed.  Some of those
folks who had participated in the original conspiracy in 1966 thought he
ought not to be back in Barrow, and they once again raised their hands
in judgment against him.
This time, the Lord demonstrated His judgment, and just about every
single person who lifted up their voice or their hand in judgment
against Dwain suffered a similar fate as those who initially led the
conspiracy.  God's tolerance with Christians who submit continually to
witchcraft and the spirit of Jezebel has grown shorter and shorter and
shorter as the age has been drawing to an end.  When people continue to
commit spiritual adultery with those wicked spirits, refusing to repent
of their sins, the judgment of God has a finality about it that displays
little tolerance.
I still want to take you into the eight characteristics I outlined
yesterday that depict the nature and character of this spirit, and
that's where we will go with it tomorrow.
I'm an Extremist!  I'm extreme enough to believe God can do ANYTHING -
for me -- AND for you.
Blessings on you!
Regner A. Capener
R & DC MINISTRIES
Ekklesia House
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Mission, TX 78574-9589
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