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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Lost is found in hidden wealth



It all started with a poster. Minding his own business, waiting for his fiancée to come out of the rest room. He hated shopping at Walmart, but she enjoyed it for some reason.



"It keeps me humble." Molly said. "We must never forget who we are, or where we came from." She smiled. A conversation they'd had many times.



"We could shop anywhere." he said. "Can't we go to Dillard's? Soma's? St John's Boutique? Anywhere else? You enjoy those stores too."



"You know I do, but for a few basics I enjoy going back to my roots. Why spend more, when you can spend less?"



"Because you can afford to spend more so that you don't have to go places like this." He could feel the poverty crawling on his skin. The mere thought of using one of these restrooms, he felt like taking a shower.



"You are such a snob Aaron. You need to live a little." With a twirl of her hair, and a look of defiance in her eye, she headed to the restroom.



It was there, in Walmart, standing by the bathrooms, that he saw it. The stories of children gone missing. Most of these kids went missing in their older, teenage years. They probably weren't missing, not in the traditional sense. They were run aways.



For most of human history, these "young" people would have been considered adults, or at least apprentices for a trade by this age. Aaron knew it was callous to say so, but he didn't really feel bad for these.



It was the truly young, those under 13, that he felt for. An orphan himself, adopted by a wealthy family. There was something in their story that often touched him.



Then he saw it.


Adam Standish is shown here, age progressed to 25. He would be 31 this year. He was last seen sleeping in his mother's bed. His mother went to the local store at 12:10 am and when she returned at 12:40 am the child was missing. He has light blond hair. Born May 4th, 1984, missing since December 24th, 1986. 

The image was remarkable. It wasn't exact mind you, but remarkable. It could have been his high school reunion photo. More remarkable, it was his birthday. It was also, one week before the day he was adopted. The similarities were striking.



Molly came out of the restroom. "Aaron, I know you don't like this place. Let's make it-." She came to his side and looked up at him. "What is it babe? What's wrong?"



He said nothing, just kept staring. He could feel the tinge of emotions, wrestling to come to the surface.



She turned to see what he was staring at, and gasped. "That's... that's you!" She said, loudly enough that several people turned in her direction for a moment.






***




"There was so much red tape in an adoption dear." His mother said. "So we went with a private adoption."



Aaron and Molly sat next to her bedside. Mrs. Withering wasn't old, but she was ill, constantly. It was part of the reason she was never able to bear children of her own.



"Did you meet the mother?" Aaron asked.



"She did not want to be known. The adoption agent arranged everything. We filled out the paperwork, and you were delivered to our door."



"Do you still have the adoption agents name and contact information?"



"I suppose so." Mrs. Withering said. He skin flushed, as she waived a fan in her face. "Why all of this fuss now? You've known you were adopted since you were ten child. Why bother an old woman with all of these questions now?"



Aaron glanced at Molly, then back to his mother. Not wanting to upset her, in her weakened condition. "Father is gone. You are getting more ill by the day. It's just come to my mind recently that I may not be able to ask these questions for much longer. So I should ask them now, if ever."



She stared him in the eye for a few moments. Then turning her eyes back to the television, "Well that's fair enough. You'll need to see Charles about the papers, I'm sure the information you need is in there. I wish I could tell you more, but-" She glanced at the wall."Well you see, dear, these types of adoptions... well... as I understand they are better performed with less questions, than more. You see? I'm afraid I just don't know any more than that."



"I understand, Mother." Aaron stood.



"Now before you go, be a good dear. Hand me the remote, and tell Ingrid to bring me more tea."



"As you wish Mother. Be well."



With a kiss on each check, he turned. Molly in tow.






***






"The family papers, as you asked." Charles escorted them into a large conference room. Oak and marble covering nearly every inch. "I'm afraid I don't know much about your adoption Aaron. I did not come on to the firm until you were about 19 years old, shortly before my father retired. I'd like to keep these here at the firm, I don't want them lost. But you are welcome to stay here and go through them. If you want copies of anything, just tell Yvette, she'll get them for you."



Charles left Aaron and Molly to themselves. Five boxes of papers, files, and forms from 1980-1998, were neatly set on the table. Anything the Withering Family Estate felt necessary to keep on record during his formative years.



Chesterton, Markus, & Dunn was more than a law firm. They were an advanced Estate Planning Firm. They kept and recorded generational wealth, dating back to 1756. Some of the archives on record here, were the oldest and best preserved in the world. "The fastest way to debunk a fraud, is original records." As Charles Chesterton I was so fond of saying.



They found the box containing 1984-1987, and sorted through files. Several infertility reports, doctors bills marked paid. Adoption agency rejections, primarily due to the health and age of the would-be parents.



"Hey, look at this." Molly handed a file to Aaron.



The cover letter read: "Adoptable Child Finders Agency. We will find you a private adoption, guaranteed."



Molly pointed at the bottom, "It's signed J. Farnsworth."



They continued looking through all the papers, but they could not find anything more. No clues to his origins. "Wait." Molly was tapping on the box. "There's something else in here. It's seems empty, but it's still a little heavier than it should be."



After some poking and prodding, they found a false bottom, and another thick folder. The file contained newspaper clippings from the Los Angeles Times, mostly from 1986-1987. There were all about a child that had gone missing from his mother's bed.



"Listen to this." Aaron read aloud,


'The mother remains the chief suspect in the murder of the missing two year old Adam Standish; however, with no body and no evidence formal charges are yet to be filed.' 

"Here's another one."


'West Covina mother arrested for Child Endangerment.' 

"It says here that the mother reported her two year old missing after leaving him in the house to go to the local corner store at midnight. She was intoxicated at the time the police arrived. It was determined by the Police that she was intoxicated before leaving the child at home."



"Here's another article, from 1989." Molly said.


'After serving two years of the five year Child Endangerment sentence, April Standish was released on probation. It was widely believed that she had murdered the child, but the body was never found. In the face of murder allegations, Mrs. Standish maintained her innocence throughout the trail. However, she pled guilty to Child Endangerment for a reduced sentence.' 

"This is awful." Molly said, a tear filled her eye.



A mild horror was chasing down Aaron's spine as the realization dawned. "This is the child from the Walmart poster. These clippings are hidden in my parents files. This child is me, or at least... someone in my family or this firm suspected it was me."



After reading through all the clippings, Molly started putting everything back into the folders, but then set them down on the table. "What's this?" she said, reaching into the box again. She pulled out an off-white envelope, with a wax seal in the family crest. Labeled simply, Aaron.



He took the envelope, and opened the seal. The letter was typed, but hand signed.


Aaron, 


You will no doubt reach an age where you will want to know your origins. You parents never wanted to know, but I felt it necessary. This has been stored and preserved for your records. It is everything I have been able to find. 


The adoption agent, as he called himself at the time, never presented any credentials. Your father insisted that I work the papers anyway, and I never could resist your father. He said that your mother was too weak to handle the details, and he had found an agent to secure an adoption.  


For several years I did my research. I was never able to locate the so-called J. Farnsworth again. But I did locate these clippings, the dates and conditions are similar. The child looked so much like you that it could hardly be a coincidence. It is my hopes that I could leave these answers for you, as they are the best I could find, before I gave up and moved on with my life. 


One day, when you are old enough to ask questions, these may bring you some level of peace, or closure.


Charles Chesterton I, July 4th, 1991




***



It took a few public records searches, but Aaron and Molly were able to locate April Standish. She was still living in her original home in West Covina, CA.



Aaron paused just outside the black iron gate. Some kids past them on the sidewalk, on bikes. The thick grass reminded him of green shag carpet. Two weathered garden gnomes kept watch by the front path.



Molly gave him a reassuring nod, the rusted iron made a high pitched whine as he pushed it open. Three short steps to the right, and they were on the landing. A barred screen door protected the inner wooden door. Black iron gates, matching the one around the house, covered each window. Each bar was tipped, top and bottom, with a sharp pointed fleur de lis.



The screen door was locked. Aaron hesitated, so Molly pushed the door bell for him. No sounds.



"We should have called first, before driving all the way down here. We don't even know for sure."



He started to turn for the steps, but Molly held his hand tight. She reached out and pressed the doorbell again.



There was some shuffling inside. Two dead bolts slid open, and the door cracked. A woman in a night gown answered. "Hello? Can I help you two with something?"



The voice. Somehow... he knew that voice. It could just be wishful thinking. Aaron turned to her through the screen. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't mean to bother you... But-"



"Oh my Lord!" she said. The screen flew open. "Adam... is that you? Is that my baby boy?"






***




*The details of this story are fiction, but the story idea came from a real missing child poster in a Walmart. Name and dates have been changed. 


*Related Research:


  • http://www.cnn.com/2015/11/04/us/missing-boy-found-alabama-ohio/ 

  • http://www.wcvb.com/news/police-searching-for-woman-and-two-children-in-suv/37064620

  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endangerment

  • Child endangerment: placing a child in a potentially harmful situation, either through negligence or misconduct.

  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_neglect



  • http://criminal-law.freeadvice.com/criminal-law/violent_crimes/child-endangerment-charges.htm

  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breathalyzer#Origins






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Lost is found in hidden wealth


It all started with a poster. Minding his own business, waiting for his fiancée to come out of the rest room. He hated shopping at Walmart, but she enjoyed it for some reason.

"It keeps me humble." Molly said. "We must never forget who we are, or where we came from." She smiled. A conversation they'd had many times.

"We could shop anywhere." he said. "Can't we go to Dillard's? Soma's? St John's Boutique? Anywhere else? You enjoy those stores too."

"You know I do, but for a few basics I enjoy going back to my roots. Why spend more, when you can spend less?"

"Because you can afford to spend more so that you don't have to go places like this." He could feel the poverty crawling on his skin. The mere thought of using one of these restrooms, he felt like taking a shower.

"You are such a snob Aaron. You need to live a little." With a twirl of her hair, and a look of defiance in her eye, she headed to the restroom.

It was there, in Walmart, standing by the bathrooms, that he saw it. The stories of children gone missing. Most of these kids went missing in their older, teenage years. They probably weren't missing, not in the traditional sense. They were run aways.

For most of human history, these "young" people would have been considered adults, or at least apprentices for a trade by this age. Aaron knew it was callous to say so, but he didn't really feel bad for these.

It was the truly young, those under 13, that he felt for. An orphan himself, adopted by a wealthy family. There was something in their story that often touched him.

Then he saw it.
Adam Standish is shown here, age progressed to 25. He would be 31 this year. He was last seen sleeping in his mother's bed. His mother went to the local store at 12:10 am and when she returned at 12:40 am the child was missing. He has light blond hair. Born May 4th, 1984, missing since December 24th, 1986. 
The image was remarkable. It wasn't exact mind you, but remarkable. It could have been his high school reunion photo. More remarkable, it was his birthday. It was also, one week before the day he was adopted. The similarities were striking.

Molly came out of the restroom. "Aaron, I know you don't like this place. Let's make it-." She came to his side and looked up at him. "What is it babe? What's wrong?"

He said nothing, just kept staring. He could feel the tinge of emotions, wrestling to come to the surface.

She turned to see what he was staring at, and gasped. "That's... that's you!" She said, loudly enough that several people turned in her direction for a moment.


***

"There was so much red tape in an adoption dear." His mother said. "So we went with a private adoption."

Aaron and Molly sat next to her bedside. Mrs. Withering wasn't old, but she was ill, constantly. It was part of the reason she was never able to bear children of her own.

"Did you meet the mother?" Aaron asked.

"She did not want to be known. The adoption agent arranged everything. We filled out the paperwork, and you were delivered to our door."

"Do you still have the adoption agents name and contact information?"

"I suppose so." Mrs. Withering said. He skin flushed, as she waived a fan in her face. "Why all of this fuss now? You've known you were adopted since you were ten child. Why bother an old woman with all of these questions now?"

Aaron glanced at Molly, then back to his mother. Not wanting to upset her, in her weakened condition. "Father is gone. You are getting more ill by the day. It's just come to my mind recently that I may not be able to ask these questions for much longer. So I should ask them now, if ever."

She stared him in the eye for a few moments. Then turning her eyes back to the television, "Well that's fair enough. You'll need to see Charles about the papers, I'm sure the information you need is in there. I wish I could tell you more, but-" She glanced at the wall."Well you see, dear, these types of adoptions... well... as I understand they are better performed with less questions, than more. You see? I'm afraid I just don't know any more than that."

"I understand, Mother." Aaron stood.

"Now before you go, be a good dear. Hand me the remote, and tell Ingrid to bring me more tea."

"As you wish Mother. Be well."

With a kiss on each check, he turned. Molly in tow.


***


"The family papers, as you asked." Charles escorted them into a large conference room. Oak and marble covering nearly every inch. "I'm afraid I don't know much about your adoption Aaron. I did not come on to the firm until you were about 19 years old, shortly before my father retired. I'd like to keep these here at the firm, I don't want them lost. But you are welcome to stay here and go through them. If you want copies of anything, just tell Yvette, she'll get them for you."

Charles left Aaron and Molly to themselves. Five boxes of papers, files, and forms from 1980-1998, were neatly set on the table. Anything the Withering Family Estate felt necessary to keep on record during his formative years.

Chesterton, Markus, & Dunn was more than a law firm. They were an advanced Estate Planning Firm. They kept and recorded generational wealth, dating back to 1756. Some of the archives on record here, were the oldest and best preserved in the world. "The fastest way to debunk a fraud, is original records." As Charles Chesterton I was so fond of saying.

They found the box containing 1984-1987, and sorted through files. Several infertility reports, doctors bills marked paid. Adoption agency rejections, primarily due to the health and age of the would-be parents.

"Hey, look at this." Molly handed a file to Aaron.

The cover letter read: "Adoptable Child Finders Agency. We will find you a private adoption, guaranteed."

Molly pointed at the bottom, "It's signed J. Farnsworth."

They continued looking through all the papers, but they could not find anything more. No clues to his origins. "Wait." Molly was tapping on the box. "There's something else in here. It's seems empty, but it's still a little heavier than it should be."

After some poking and prodding, they found a false bottom, and another thick folder. The file contained newspaper clippings from the Los Angeles Times, mostly from 1986-1987. There were all about a child that had gone missing from his mother's bed.

"Listen to this." Aaron read aloud,
'The mother remains the chief suspect in the murder of the missing two year old Adam Standish; however, with no body and no evidence formal charges are yet to be filed.' 
"Here's another one."
'West Covina mother arrested for Child Endangerment.' 
"It says here that the mother reported her two year old missing after leaving him in the house to go to the local corner store at midnight. She was intoxicated at the time the police arrived. It was determined by the Police that she was intoxicated before leaving the child at home."

"Here's another article, from 1989." Molly said.
'After serving two years of the five year Child Endangerment sentence, April Standish was released on probation. It was widely believed that she had murdered the child, but the body was never found. In the face of murder allegations, Mrs. Standish maintained her innocence throughout the trail. However, she pled guilty to Child Endangerment for a reduced sentence.' 
"This is awful." Molly said, a tear filled her eye.

A mild horror was chasing down Aaron's spine as the realization dawned. "This is the child from the Walmart poster. These clippings are hidden in my parents files. This child is me, or at least... someone in my family or this firm suspected it was me."

After reading through all the clippings, Molly started putting everything back into the folders, but then set them down on the table. "What's this?" she said, reaching into the box again. She pulled out an off-white envelope, with a wax seal in the family crest. Labeled simply, Aaron.

He took the envelope, and opened the seal. The letter was typed, but hand signed.
Aaron, 
You will no doubt reach an age where you will want to know your origins. You parents never wanted to know, but I felt it necessary. This has been stored and preserved for your records. It is everything I have been able to find. 
The adoption agent, as he called himself at the time, never presented any credentials. Your father insisted that I work the papers anyway, and I never could resist your father. He said that your mother was too weak to handle the details, and he had found an agent to secure an adoption.  
For several years I did my research. I was never able to locate the so-called J. Farnsworth again. But I did locate these clippings, the dates and conditions are similar. The child looked so much like you that it could hardly be a coincidence. It is my hopes that I could leave these answers for you, as they are the best I could find, before I gave up and moved on with my life. 
One day, when you are old enough to ask questions, these may bring you some level of peace, or closure.
Charles Chesterton I, July 4th, 1991

***

It took a few public records searches, but Aaron and Molly were able to locate April Standish. She was still living in her original home in West Covina, CA.

Aaron paused just outside the black iron gate. Some kids past them on the sidewalk, on bikes. The thick grass reminded him of green shag carpet. Two weathered garden gnomes kept watch by the front path.

Molly gave him a reassuring nod, the rusted iron made a high pitched whine as he pushed it open. Three short steps to the right, and they were on the landing. A barred screen door protected the inner wooden door. Black iron gates, matching the one around the house, covered each window. Each bar was tipped, top and bottom, with a sharp pointed fleur de lis.

The screen door was locked. Aaron hesitated, so Molly pushed the door bell for him. No sounds.

"We should have called first, before driving all the way down here. We don't even know for sure."

He started to turn for the steps, but Molly held his hand tight. She reached out and pressed the doorbell again.

There was some shuffling inside. Two dead bolts slid open, and the door cracked. A woman in a night gown answered. "Hello? Can I help you two with something?"

The voice. Somehow... he knew that voice. It could just be wishful thinking. Aaron turned to her through the screen. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't mean to bother you... But-"

"Oh my Lord!" she said. The screen flew open. "Adam... is that you? Is that my baby boy?"


***

*The details of this story are fiction, but the story idea came from a real missing child poster in a Walmart. Name and dates have been changed. 
*Related Research:
  • http://www.cnn.com/2015/11/04/us/missing-boy-found-alabama-ohio/ 
  • http://www.wcvb.com/news/police-searching-for-woman-and-two-children-in-suv/37064620
  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endangerment
  • Child endangerment: placing a child in a potentially harmful situation, either through negligence or misconduct.
  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_neglect
  • http://criminal-law.freeadvice.com/criminal-law/violent_crimes/child-endangerment-charges.htm
  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breathalyzer#Origins

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Thursday, January 7, 2016

F1rst Conference @GatewayPeople | My takeaways, insights, and "aha" moments.


*My takeaways, insights, and "aha" moments from the...

F1rst Conference @GatewayPeople


Jack HayfordFounder and Chancellor, The King’s University
Sunday, January 3 | 6:00 pm

Samuel RodriguezSenior Pastor, New Season Christian Worship Center
Monday, January 4 | 7:00 pm

Christine CaineFounder, Equip and Empower Ministries and The A21 Campaign
Tuesday, January 5 | 7:00 pm

Ravi ZachariasPresident, Ravi Zacharias International Ministries
Wednesday, January 6 | 7:00 pm

Gateway Church | NFW | Jack Hayford - 01/03/16 


There is an AND! To properly understand the promise of Romans 8:28, you must read Romans 8:26-27.

Romans 8:26-2826 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. 27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will. 28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

The promise of things working together for my good is contingent upon my being led by The Spirit. My mind (knowledge tree) is too limited to know everything about everything, understand it all in context, and then pray accurately for the right things and outcomes.

The Holy Spirit intercedes for me instead.... if I let Him.

I must:
  1. Acknowledge I am limited
  2. Allow the Holy Spirit to pray through me
  3. Avail myself of the direction he provides
In order to have positive outcomes, I cannot try to control everything, I must instead surrender to his Will, Word, and Ways.

It always comes back to #BeStillBeLed!




Peter said to Him, "Lord, why can I not follow You now?" —John 13:37 

 There are times when you can’t understand why you cannot do what you want to do. When God brings a time of waiting, and appears to be unresponsive, don’t fill it with busyness, just wait. The time of waiting may come to teach you the meaning of sanctification— to be set apart from sin and made holy— or it may come after the process of sanctification has begun to teach you what service means. Never run before God gives you His direction. If you have the slightest doubt, then He is not guiding. Whenever there is doubt— wait. Utmost for his highest,
Oswald Chambers



Gateway Church | NFW | Samuel Rodriguez - 01/04/16 


MAN! Can this guy talk fast. He reminds me of a Spanish Rod Parsley.

Make 2016 a year of worship!

I surrender: My passions, desires, painful memories, pleasant memories, poutings, pride, power, purpose, plans, and pleasures.

This life we live, is a life of surrender.

My primary task each morning is not bible study, devotionals, prayer lists...

My primary purpose and task each day is to spend a few moments re-surrendering, every morning, every night, and as needed in between.

Judges 6: Gideon

"Go with the strength you have."
Not with the strength that is coming, or you are going to have, but with the strength you have. The word of God is all the strength you need to do what he called you to do.

Failure: Afraid To Thrive

Todays' complacency is tomorrows' captivity.

The children of Israel


  • FAILURE
    • Escaped Egypt - The land of FAILURE
  • SURVIVAL
    • Survived the Desert - The land of the miraculous supply, but just enough. 
  • THRIVE
    • The Promise Land - The land of the overflow, too much


Jesus did not come so that you could fail or survive, he came that you might have LIFE and LIFE more abundant (John 10:10), you have not even imagined what he has planed for you! (1 Cor 2:9).

Jesus said "You are Mine!" (Isaiah 43:1), and He is able to keep you from stumbling and present you to His Father without fault and with great joy! (Jude 1:24)

The size of your praise is directly proportional to the hell he took you out of. If you only feel that he's done a little for you, your praise will be small. But if you feel he's done greatly, you praise will be great.

You are defined not by the hell you are going through, but the heaven you are going to!

Test:


  • Surviving: Climbing out of hell, Prayers sound like this: "Bless me, Answer me..."
  • Thriving: Brining down heaven, Prayers sound like this: "Use me to bless others, make me the answer to someone else's blessing..."


Gateway Church | NFW | Christine Caine - 01/05/16 

http://www.christinecaine.com/
Elijah the Tishbite - 1 Kings 17

Are birds by a brook an impossible way of provision? God is the God of the impossible; therefore, birds are more plausible for the God of the impossible, than the possible is.

When the brook dried up, God called him to move on to the next provision.

If your brook has dried, get listening to God for the next move. Wait for the brook to dry up, you may not be happy about where you are, but stay until the brook dries. He may not be done with you there yet.


God is enjoys using:

  • Highly unlikely people, to go to
  • highly unlikely places, with
  • highly unlikely strategies, to produce
  • highly unlikely results. 

What does it mean to be a Christian?

Do you define your Christianity by what you DO NOT DO, or what you do, or what you are?

Ministry calling is birthed in the present opportunities, that you showed up for in the present.

Where do you start? Here
When do you start? Now

You only EVER have here and now. So turn up, show up, and do what you have to do.

God says: "When I command the widow, it's more about my than her."

Is your social media and blog stats a tool to give people access to God, or a tool to get people to lift you up?

Most of the time, YOU are the answer you have been asking for. "God send a revival!", He says: "I did, I sent you!"

Stop waiting for the big guns, super Christians, and just show up. Just be the light where you are.

Jesus did not pray to take us out of the world, but to empower us in it. 1st... give what you little you have (not what you don't have).

The widow woman did not have bread, but she had the ingredients to make a little bread. The ingredients for her miracle were in her hands.

Impossible is where God starts.


Gateway Church | NFW | Ravi Zacharias - 01/06/16 

Raised to Run
Gen 25 - Esau and Jacob

God prophesied that these two young boys would be two nations. The mom jumped the gun and tried to help the younger Jacob fill his promise.

The parents made three big mistakes here:


  • Favoritism - Mom chose Jacob, Dad chose Esau
  • Failure to communicate - The parents were not on the same page with the boys, and they failed to communicate their displeasure in Esau's marriage choices. 
  • Fraud and Deception - the deception the mom taught Jacob to pursue eventually came back on him in a huge harvest (father in law, her relative), which led to delays in his calling.
When God was moving Jacob back onto the right course, he 1st had to stop and course correct. He then had to go through three stages of restoration:
  1. Communion with God - The Latter
  2. Reunion with Brother - with Esau
  3. Transference to the next generation - at Isaac's death bed. 

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