The Search Is Over!: Let Glory Begin!

By Ron Fraser

Does God's Word have a hidden agenda? Are we at risk of being infiltrated today? Is there a fresh message, hope, and restoration in the pages of the Bible? Is God as mysterious as some make him out to be? Do we deserve the crown he has offered us in the kingdom of heaven? Does God have a desire to see you at his side in the last days? Find out in this inspired word that through God's grace, love, and mercy have made this author truly a messenger of God, our Father who is in heaven. Wander through these epistles and share in the glory of God's love that he has hoped for us!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098086268

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A Short Word about My Life

I didn’t know if I wanted to share my testimony in this book because of so much that has happened to me in the past and what I put others through that destroyed so many lives. But it has to be done…

I have only known Jesus as my Lord and Savior for eight years now. Before that, I lived a life of drug addiction, cocaine, crack, alcoholism, self-destruction, sexual iniquity, and anything else that included an excessive and compulsive lifestyle. At one point or another, I had warrants out in four states at the same time. I was a professional at it.

This is what I also preach, and I want people to know what I came out of. I was truly a log snatched out of the fire. My life was a terminal mess.

I was prone to disease as my immune system had been compromised due to all of the excessive vices in my life. For thirty-five years, I was like this. All during this time, I was a professional chef.

Then I got really sick. I mean really, really sick. My blood had turned to mush, and I had gotten an infection. My white blood cells were like nonexistent. I can’t recall all of the medical terms that were happening to my body all at once. That was ten years ago.

It took me almost a full year to recover from sepsis, which was an immensely powerful infection in the body that had a life expectancy of around 20 percent at the time. Also, I had lost about 40 percent of my body weight.

As my health finally started to return, I had for the most part stopped smoking crack and drinking heavily. And during my recovery, I was getting help from a local Methodist church, helping with groceries and basic needs like transportation. I started to attend their church.

As my body was restoring itself, I started to attend meetings for AA and other groups that assisted people with my condition. It was slightly therapeutic at best.

I found myself for the most part rolling my eyes at everyone in these group therapies. It wasn’t helping me to watch everyone else cry and moan about not being able to quit drinking or doing drugs. I’m not saying it doesn’t work for them; it just wasn’t working for me.

Then one day as I was looking around my house, I had everything I needed physically, but I didn’t know I was empty spiritually, even after attending this church and these meetings.

I started to break down and weep like I hadn’t wept in a very long time, a time so long I couldn’t recall the last time I had tears running down my face like a waterfall.

That afternoon, I called the pastor of this particular church. I asked him with an urgency in my voice from my heart if he could take the time to come and pray with me. He said he was in the middle of fixing dinner for his partner. I knew where this was going, and I learned about his conviction.

So I requested that he come the next day and pray with me, and he agreed. And when he showed up, we started to talk. I asked him to pray with me. He asked me if I had family to pray with me.

Of course, I have family, but that’s not the request I was making.

Then his next question blew my mind! He asked me if I had a therapist! I responded with a no! And at that point, I wanted to punch him in the face and kick him out of my house with my dogs chasing after his behind!

But grace got the better of me, and we prayed an empty prayer, and he left. It took me a few days to recover from that conversation. Now I need to move on with this.

During my convalescence, I always walked my dogs past a particular church that was right next door to my house. It was literally a stone’s throw away. I always seemed to turn my head towards it as I passed by it. Well, it wasn’t me that was turning my head; it was the Holy Spirit. But I wasn’t going to go easily trust a church. There was a Sunday though, a Sunday where I got down on my knees and prayed to God that, Lord, if you are going to show me something, show it to me today, or I will blame you for all of this mess and never trust in anything again.

On that day, I decided to pick up the Bible that my parents had sent me at my request because I didn’t have anything left in me. I went to the church. I got to the d oor. The deacon opened up the door before I could get to the doorknob. How could he know?

There were no windows, only a big solid red door! As he opened up the door, he greeted me and said, Welcome. I went to respond, and the words that came out of my mouth were not mine. These words were this, "I have no hope." And I was weeping! Why would I say such a thing? Why would I cry in front of a man I never knew? How did God know I needed to speak these words? Why did he put them in my mouth? I then realized I was a broken lost man…

Then the Deacon said, You’ll find hope here.

And I went in and felt a peace and power I had never felt before. I was about to have an encounter with my Father in heaven! Now this is when the strange stuff started to happen. When I sat down, I realized I didn’t have the Bible in my hand. That was weird. I thought I had carried it with me. I could a see a brightness in the room. I felt a type of awareness I never felt before like my eyes were opened for the first time.

The room was filled with all kinds of different people; it seemed like every race was represented there. Everyone was praying or worshiping a God I’d never seen.

The pastor was a tall black man, his wife was white, and they had two beautiful children. The music was a type of gospel I had never heard before like a rockish-type gospel that just seemed filled with the Holy Spirit. Songs about submitting, the King is here, bowing down, God’s glory, and everyone was on their knees if they could be. I could feel the wind of the Holy Spirit moving in that place.

Then after a while of worshipping and praising, the pastor came out to the pulpit and started to preach. He looked at the usher and told him to get a Bible for me. He said he wants me to know what he was going to speak about and to follow along.

Then his message: a message of hope, love, and understanding what God wants from us, and I was in. I went all in. I stood and gave my life to Jesus that day. And when I let him in, he came in full force. All of me was filled up, not a part of me, all of me.

I went up the pulpit and told them who I was and that I needed Jesus. And they all prayed over me! There was so much love and understanding, and I realized a lot of these people had testimonies more powerful that I would never understand without Jesus!

And it was on. That Sunday after service, I went to the elders and asked the men if I could give a full confession to them on Wednesday after the Bible study. I wanted to get all that weight of years of iniquity and sin off my shoulders and put it all on the cross, the final altar.

I did this because I didn’t need to tell everyone everything. It would be too difficult for the masses to handle. Now I am at peace. I had confessed all.

I went to a lot of people and asked for forgiveness, even my daughters, and now it was up to the people of my past to forgive and forget or continue to live in the memories of my sin. I lost a lot of friends and family that day.

My life completely changed, and I started to write. It seemed every other day it was a new subject, and you will read these epistles in this book. I prayed and worshiped and praised all day long and every day, waiting on the Lord for new revelations!

And the dreams and visons came, the Word was revealed, and I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote, and I continue to write and share even today.

Now eight years after coming to know Jesus as my Lord and Savior, he has given me charge over a ministry, which he told me to call Inherit the Kingdom. I now reside in Kenya, Africa, where we spread the gospel of hope in Jesus of Nazareth all over Eastern Africa.

He has given me a family with a beautiful wife, Jane, two daughters, Barbera and Melody, and four wonderful grandbabies. I don’t know how much more content I could be. He has restored my life!

This is all God! None of this was by my own two hands! I could never have these imaginations about what was going to happen in my life since I gave myself away to Jesus. His blood has truly restored and made me a new creation! I praise him for that!

Well, I thank you for reading this far, and I pray if you have a powerful testimony do not keep it to yourself. It may bring someone hope and a hunger to search out the word of God.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. Enjoy the read!

God bless.

A Short Word about How I Got into the Mission Field

If this were easy for anyone to understand, then it probably would not have happened to me. As you see in the previous chapter, I was called to Kenya. I didn’t decide to do it on my own. One day, while praying and writing, I heard the voice of the Lord loud and clear, "Go to Kenya. I will give you their people." My response was easy. If more people responded to God with a yes and without excuses, this world would be a better place.

Okay, let me get a grip on this story. God said, "Go to Kenya! When you know his voice, then you must respond. I responded with an Okay!" Many folks don’t go where God has called them to be, and they will never receive the blessings that are allotted them. I wanted to see why the Lord told me to go to Kenya. So after a couple of days of prayers and fasting, I decided to call up my folks in Florida to see if they could put me up while I finished writing my book and preparing to go to a country I had never been to before.

They agreed, and I prepared my things, letting the landlord know I was moving out of the house I resided in and having a garage sale. Here is where it gets all God. I realized that while some of my things were worth good money, including my antiques and furniture, most of it, I was giving away because I lived in a poor neighborhood, and most of my friends were on some kind of supplemental income. I wasn’t going to charge them anything if they wanted to take a bedstand or a lamp out of my house.

So I told the Lord, If you are going to send me to Africa, send me to Africa. A couple of days later, I got a call from a Christian retreat in Minnesota from a place I’ve never heard of and a lady on the phone whose voice I didn’t recognize. She, at that point, told me she was referred to me by a friend of my fathers, someone I hadn’t heard from in twenty years that I might be interested at the retreat as their executive chef for the summer. Now this guy, whom I hadn’t talked to for such a long time, that last time I talked to him, I was quite high. Like I said, God puts it in the hearts of other to get us where we need to be.

Now to finish the story, I told the secretary at the Strawberry Lakes Christian Retreat I would have to crunch the numbers before I accepted the offer. So I added it all up, and it would be more than enough to sustain me for a full year in Eastern Africa! And that’s how I made to Kenya Africa.

The funny thing is that from the year before, I got the call from God. It seemed that the Lord was connecting me to people in a certain area that God wanted me to be, and that was in Western Kenya along the Ugandan border. It’s amazing also that God set before me a God-fearing woman who loved the Lord so much and trusted in him that she became my wife only two months after my arrival five years ago. I was able to stay in Kenya fourteen months on my first trip, which was virtually unheard of, to establish different things, build our marriage, and become part of the community.

I have been saved since 2012. Now it has been eight wonderful years. If Abraham hadn’t gone where God called him, where would he have been in his later years? It’s God who calls us, and I’m glad he called me.

Isaiah 55:5–13 is my verses of the day. This is what he showed me when he called me to the mission field.

B ehold, thou shalt call a nation that thou knowest not, and nations that knew not thee shall run unto thee because of the Lord thy God, and for the Holy One of Israel; for he hath glorified thee. Seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near: let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. For ye shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.

Another Short Testimony Before We Get Started

By My Wife Jane Wegesa Fraser

She has a love of Christ and is a child of God!

A wife, a mother, and a jjaja! (Grandma)

The one who believes in the Son of God who adheres to, trusts in, and relies confidently on Him as Savior] has the testimony within himself [because he can speak authoritatively about Christ from his own personal experience]. The one who does not believe God [in this way] has made Him out to be a liar, because he has not believed in the evidence that God has given regarding His Son.

—1 John 5:10

Yes, it is an exciting time as I write this testimony! I received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior on January 17, 2010, and was baptized in the Holy Spirit and water immersion on June 26, 2010. That was when my walk with Christ had begun. Before that, I had been through a lot of challenges, escapades of pain and joyful moments, but his grace has been with me through it all!

When I gave my life to Christ, I was in a toxic relationship that was not a marriage. It was cohabiting, a let’s-stay-together-and-see-what-happens kind of thing. There was no God involved, and I did not even go to church. I was an empty shell, and as soon as I gave my life to Christ, my eyes opened, and I saw my filth. This is when I asked the Lord to guide my step out of the filth and secure me for his glory. He did.

He set me apart for five years, washing me and cleansing me and training me up in all matters. But I did not know that he was preparing me for a godly mission and union. Then it really had begun.

In 2013, I had just finished a conference and was seeing this pastor off to her car.

Then she said jokingly, Sister Jane, there is a white guy who is coming to marry you!

I had to laugh at her with a deep conviction! I didn’t blame Sarah as somethings just seem hilarious!

Hmm, you are laughing instead of saying amen? she asked.

At that time, I was in the wilderness. Life was so unbearable and messy.

Ahh! Ahh! Really? How? I want God to establish me before giving me a man. How can I love someone while living a stressful life? What kind of man wants to walk into a messed up life anyways? I just shook my head and walked away. It was not long before Ron showed up in my chats! Then boom, here we are!

God works in a miraculous way is not a saying; it is a fact! I have seen a great miracle in my life living with my husband.

Now we work together as a couple to bring the gospel of Jesus Christ to all places in Kenya and Uganda. We have been deep in villages where we have experienced a lot of joy. The joy of being among them and living like them, no vehicles or electricity, walking on small footpaths, crossing on fallen trees to cross rivers, sleeping on cow dung and clay-smeared floors in mud houses, squatting toilets and baths, and sipping on hot coffee or tea cooked on an open fire while rejoicing in the Lord for such an opportunity to share his love with his people!

We have been in places where we saw so much hopelessness in the eyes of people, and all we want to do is cry for them. But we know we have to bring them hope and share our love for the Lord.

And the Lord has brought smiles and laughs and