Monday, June 02, 2014

MY AMAZING BAPTISM BY THE HAND OF GOD ON THE EVE OF PENTECOST!


The following story is a glorious one that I was inspired to tell again after seeing the graphic attached to this article posted on Twitter on the morning of this eve of Shavuot, June 2nd, 2014. Although many may balk at the idea, I firmly believe that God Himself baptized me in a mountain stream on May 21st, 1988 - the day after my ex-husband’s birthday, and the day before Shavuot and Pentecost on Sunday, May 22nd that year. Let me tell you how it happened.

It was a sunny and warm, late spring day in British Columbia, and my Canadian husband and I decided to go hiking along Lynn Creek as a way of celebrating his 31st birthday. This is a picturesque stream in the mountains of the North Shore off of Burrard Inlet near the city of Vancouver. I was really looking forward to seeing it, having never been there before.

For a while, we enjoyed the gorgeous scenery as we walked down a paved path under the tall cedar trees flanking us on both sides. But then we reached another path that ran along one side of the creek, which was far below us. We turned left and continued to walk down a wide dirt path that was flanked by ferns and majestic cedars on one side, while a simple railing ran along the other side protecting people from falling down the steep sides of the rocky creek embankment. When we got on this path, we could see a few people behind and ahead of us, and also across from us on the other side of the creek.

As we walked on this shadowed forest path, we both fell into companionable silence - only talking occasionally as we took in the sights and just listened to the loudly gurgling melody of the current running over the rocky creek bed not too far below us, the singing and chattering of birds and squirrels, and the muffled voices of other people in the distance. As I look back on it now, I think this was because there was something very spiritual about this beautiful place that we both could feel. At least I know that I truly felt closer to God there.

View looking down into Lynn Creek, BC
We had walked about a mile when we came to a much wider part of the creek where there was a steep rock embankment leading down to the water on our side. As we stopped to look at one scenic area, I noticed a few brave people that had managed to climb down to stand in the water on the rocks in the creek, and - before I could formulate an opinion about how foolhardy this was - my husband decided he wanted to get a closer look too. Not thinking about how unstable I was when it came to balance - he encouraged me to follow him as he slipped past the guardrail. Leary at first, I swallowed my uneasiness and followed my unusually sure-footed husband, but realized moments later that the embankment was too steep for me to manage safely, and I could not keep up with him.

Then the unthinkable happened. Feeling sudden panic - I began to slip, and even though I reached for my husband’s hand at that moment, he was too far ahead, and I could not grab his hand or get his attention before I completely lost my balance. Time seemed to stand still for me then as I slid down the rock embankment on my butt. Dressed only in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless top, I felt a few moments of terror before hitting the water, automatically knowing to hold my breath as the cold shock of the freezing water overtook me and I sank down into a deep, crystal-clear pool between two enormous boulders on the shore of that part of the creek.

Amazingly, I did not hit any sharp rocks on my way down the steep embankment, which was surprisingly smooth. Nor did I hit any of the big rocks jutting out of the water on either side, which surely could have hurt or maimed me seriously. Instead, I fell between two huge and jutting, smooth-topped rocks with a deep, circular depression between them - which formed a small quiet pool in the midst of this mighty, churning stream of extremely cold, rushing water.  

Meanwhile, because I had momentarily lost my bearings in the water, I paused as I held my breath and took in the scene around me as I looked for the brightest source of light. Finding it above me, I started to swim upward toward it and, after a few strokes, I could see the watery form of a man to the left of me through the water and I swam toward him. At that precise moment, the Sun seemed to be shining around the man’s head like a halo, and I thought, for a moment, that I was seeing another vision of my Savior Yahshua!

Still not knowing who the man was that I could see, my husband dipped his hand into the water toward me, and from my perspective in the water, it looked almost identical to this painted graphic! At the time, even after I realized that it was my husband who had pulled me out of the water, I sensed that Yahshua was there with my husband, and it was Yahshua that had lifted me out of the water without losing His balance, and nimbly guided me safely to the shore.

Even though I had sensed all this as I was pulled out of the water and was led to the shore, I was as angry as a wet cat at my husband on our hike back to the car, and didn’t calm down until I found a warm towel to wrap around me on our ride home. As we headed back home in silence, my anger spent, I had the strongest feeling that God had His hand in all that had happened that day.

Then, on the next day, in a moment of deep prayer, God spoke to me about it. At that time, in a still and quiet voice, God’s Spirit within me told me that this was not an accident or really my husband’s fault, but that He had caused me to fall so that He could baptize me in the water. Over the following weeks, He also showed me that He was going to give me a greater measure of His Spiritual gifts, and He was calling me to speak and write on His behalf.

Through a series of profound visions of Christ before and after that divinely initiated baptism in a cold, clear mountain stream on the eve of Pentecost, God showed me that He wanted me to be one of His witnesses and spokespersons to the Church. Like Paul, I became an apostle of sorts by seeing Yahshua in visions, and knowing Him personally through them. Though I didn’t know it yet, the following passage from the Psalms had come true for me the day before Pentecost that year:

~*~ Psalm 18:16-19 ~*~
“He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
He drew me out of deep waters.
17 He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
18 They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the Lord was my support.
19 He brought me out into a spacious place;
He rescued me because he delighted in me.”

At the time, the above Scripture from Psalm 18 - and the image in the Graphic at the top of this page that is meant to depict Yahshua reaching down into the water to rescue each one of us in His own way on the day of our calamity - literally came true for me that day! Uncannily, although I did not make this graphic or attach that Scripture to it, it is a perfect illustration of what happened to me that day in 1988, one month before my official baptism at the Burnaby Christian Fellowship on June 12th, 1988, when another amazing thing happened that I wrote about in my Spiritual Autobiography linked to below:

“From The Desert To The Promised Land -
One Person’s Journey of Faith”
46-page autobiography by Helena Lehman:

This Spiritual autobiography will tell you about some of the amazing visions that I had before and after my baptism by God, and what God had delivered me from when I moved to Canada, and what He was doing in my life after I became I believer the year before. I hope this will be a big blessing to you as you seek to draw nearer to God also. In the meantime, say Hallelu-Yah with me for our amazing, merciful and loving God Yahweh, His Son Yahshua and His Spirit! Together they form the One True God Yahweh Elohim, the First and the Last, and the Beginning and the End! Halellu-Yah!

Your Sister in Yahshua,
Helena Lehman of the
Pillar of Enoch Ministry
Ministry Web Site: http://pillar-of-enoch.com

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