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Born in Babylon
Born in Babylon, and shining lights
Disguised the pale and gloom of nights.
Alone I wandered all around,
And peace was no where to be found.
Born in Babylon! there's laughter there,
But the soul's left empty and hollow---bare.
Where is Babylon, where I was born?
Where night is loved, God put to scorn?
It's this old world, with all it's fears,
Its hollow laughter, its wail and tears!
Born in Babylon, it's grandeur thrills!
It's wealth makes drunken, and soon it kills.
But wonder, oh, such wonder ,this!
My soul can know of Heaven's kiss!
Babylon I leave behind! My heart is
Changed to different kind!
Born of Heaven! Now I'm free!
Free at last to worship Thee!
Born by Your Spirit from above!
Born by Your Blood, and born of Love!
And I look back to Babylon
And see it's frightful woes roll on.
And I'm so glad He saw me there
Weak and dying in despair!
Born in Babylon , born to die!
Rebellious sinner, and lost was I.
But great salvation Christ does give!
Born of Him! I'm born to live!
(c) Born in Babylon 1957, 2015
By Rose Sheridan Pappas, aka Christina Walden Ehn
The Town Called Hell--
The Song of Solomon is a Love Story that is an allegory of Christ's Love for His Church------He is the heavenly Bridgroom, the Church is the Heavenly Bride.
So, I took the allegory one step farther, and wrote an allegory of the Song of Solomon, placed in a mythical western town.
This story is called "The Return" and can be read at www.eleanorebooks.org.
n the process of putting this allegorical story together, I wrote this poem.
"The Town Called Hell"is an allegorical fairy-tale.
Jake represents Jesus Christ , Bonnie Christina represents the Church Bride
Jud Represents John the Baptist
Lance represents the devil.
The Town represents this world that shall be judged.
Read the poem on this page.
Then go to www.eleanorebooks.org, and read
"The Return", and see how the poem and the story go together.
And learn that this world is a sinful place, ready for judgement-----
But that we who love Jesus will be rescued and brought to a home of everlasting love.
The Town Called Hell
There is a legend of a town called Hell. I hardly know to tell it well.
Jake Cotter was a peaceful man, A kind and loving Gentle man
And he loved the fair Bonnie Christina
The fair the frail and lovely, The lady named Bonnie Christina
It is important to know in this tale of woe
That fair and frail and lovely was the lady named Bonnie Christina.
And Jake Cotter was a peaceful man A kind and loving Gentle man,
Who loved the fair Bonnie Christina.
Christina lived in a town called Hell That town, it was named exceedingly well--
Hot desert winds they stabbed the eye, And parched the punishing merciless sky
The sun with unrelenting beat Oppressed with all the desert heat
That beats upon the tired brain, And can very well drive man insane.
Lance Bowie lived in the town called Hell.
He was a rich man, truth to tell--With fist and whip and firebrand
He ruled the place with an iron hand. He owned the water in the only well.
That fed the people in the town called Hell.
One morning through the dust and heat Was heard the hoof beats rhythmic beat
Through the waving bending rays That make mirage and mental daze
Almost like a dream he rode Alone and silent against the sky---
Jud Barth caught him with his eye.
Jud was a just and righteous man, With leathered skin and desert tan
He’d lived in Hell for many a year . He hated the paralyzing fear
That filled the hearts of the people near.
He knew that someday a thing would be. Some outsider would come and see
Of Lance Bowie's fabled tyranny And would somehow set the people free.
Around the campfires he’d often tell his impossible dream for the town called Hell.
As the stranger came to clearer sight Jud’s weary eyes they saw a light
He offered the stranger a drink of water The gentle man that was called Jake Cotter
Refreshed, the stranger told his heart, As brother to new-found brother’s heart
“I’ve crossed this desert, dry and wide, To find myself a loving bride”
“There’s one in this town, worthy and fair, Who smiles and loves with gentle flair
She has flowing golden hair . The lady named Bonnie Christina”
Love came swift and love came sure For Christina could scarcely more endure
The cruel hearts that I hate to tell, Were living in the town called Hell
Jud Barth took Christina’s hand “In all this lonely desert land,
You’ll never find a love more true, Than this Jake Cotter offers you”
Jake and Christina, their hearts took flight, as they whispered love’s plans to the summer’s night
But in their love they were left alone, for the townspeople’s hearts had become as stone.
And one looked on with hatefulled sneer, With angry, murderous, lust filled leer,
Lance clenched his teeth and spit on the floor And strode angrily through the tavern door
Who was this stranger, could anyone say, Who walked freely among them night and day?
It was in the square one sweltering day A terrible fight in the public way
For Lance had threatened to stop the well And kill all the people of the town called Hell
The well was in the middle of town, Where weary women let buckets down,
Then, in tribute to tyranny’s way, The men of the town were forced to pay
Jake Cotter was a gentle man He sat on the well and held her hand
And asked what a strange thing this could be That the people did not get their water free.
“Lance owns the land,” her voice a tear He’s owned it for many, many a year
He dug the well with his own hand He dug it out of the desert sand
One by one, as people came, He’d treat them equally the same
My land, my water, my property, You just don’t drink if you won’t pay me
And no one has dared dig another well, Nearby to this, in this town called Hell
So in the square, that sweltering day Came a terrible fight in the public way.
Lance’s whip lashed sharp and deep But Jake had a promise yet to keep.
His loving Blood fell to the sand as Lance’s whip did rip his hand-
With strength of love His hand stained red,
He smote Lance Bowie’s Proud-filled head
The stone cold heart
At last was dead
The earth it shook with a sudden roar
And rolling and turning of the sandy floor.
In every corner of the town
The walls came falling helpless down.
The howling wind blew it all away Desolate to this very day,
No passing stranger could ever tell that this was the place of the town called Hell.
The sun shone bright on a brand new day,
And my heart can gladly say,
Jud, Jake and Christine rode swift away
To a land of bright and endless day
() 1998 2011 "Christina Walden Ehn"
TALE OF TWO POEMS
The Donkey Poem
I was nothing but despised,
Born a creature low.
Born to bear men’s burdens
And bend my back so low.
Could I ever be of use to Man,
Much exhalted more than I---
Could such a lowly life as mine
Ever touch a thing so high?
Then one day I felt a pull
A stranger led me to the street.
I heard the shouts of many men
And I saw palms before my feet.
(c) 2005 2011 "Christina Walden Ehn"
I read Chesterton’s poem in High School. I remembered only the last line.
The last line was haunting and beautiful, and hearing it all alone was seriously frustrating
for many years. So I decided to re-write the poem. I often wondered how my poem
compared with the original, whoever wrote it, whatever it said.
Today I found it. I like my version better.
Here is Chesterton's Original Poem
I was surprised that it was a famous poem by a famous poet.
All I remembered was the last line, and I built on that.
Which poem do you like best?
The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four- footed things.
The tatter'd outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will
Starve, scourge, deride me, I am dumb
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
Born in Babylon
Born in Babylon, and shining lights
Disguised the pale and gloom of nights.
Alone I wandered all around,
And peace was no where to be found.
Born in Babylon! there's laughter there,
But the soul's left empty and hollow---bare.
Where is Babylon, where I was born?
Where night is loved, God put to scorn?
It's this old world, with all it's fears,
Its hollow laughter, its wail and tears!
Born in Babylon, it's grandeur thrills!
It's wealth makes drunken, and soon it kills.
But wonder, oh, such wonder ,this!
My soul can know of Heaven's kiss!
Babylon I leave behind! My heart is
Changed to different kind!
Born of Heaven! Now I'm free!
Free at last to worship Thee!
Born by Your Spirit from above!
Born by Your Blood, and born of Love!
And I look back to Babylon
And see it's frightful woes roll on.
And I'm so glad He saw me there
Weak and dying in despair!
Born in Babylon , born to die!
Rebellious sinner, and lost was I.
But great salvation Christ does give!
Born of Him! I'm born to live!
(c) Born in Babylon 1957, 2015
By Rose Sheridan Pappas, aka Christina Walden Ehn
The Town Called Hell--
The Song of Solomon is a Love Story that is an allegory of Christ's Love for His Church------He is the heavenly Bridgroom, the Church is the Heavenly Bride.
So, I took the allegory one step farther, and wrote an allegory of the Song of Solomon, placed in a mythical western town.
This story is called "The Return" and can be read at www.eleanorebooks.org.
n the process of putting this allegorical story together, I wrote this poem.
"The Town Called Hell"is an allegorical fairy-tale.
Jake represents Jesus Christ , Bonnie Christina represents the Church Bride
Jud Represents John the Baptist
Lance represents the devil.
The Town represents this world that shall be judged.
Read the poem on this page.
Then go to www.eleanorebooks.org, and read
"The Return", and see how the poem and the story go together.
And learn that this world is a sinful place, ready for judgement-----
But that we who love Jesus will be rescued and brought to a home of everlasting love.
The Town Called Hell
There is a legend of a town called Hell. I hardly know to tell it well.
Jake Cotter was a peaceful man, A kind and loving Gentle man
And he loved the fair Bonnie Christina
The fair the frail and lovely, The lady named Bonnie Christina
It is important to know in this tale of woe
That fair and frail and lovely was the lady named Bonnie Christina.
And Jake Cotter was a peaceful man A kind and loving Gentle man,
Who loved the fair Bonnie Christina.
Christina lived in a town called Hell That town, it was named exceedingly well--
Hot desert winds they stabbed the eye, And parched the punishing merciless sky
The sun with unrelenting beat Oppressed with all the desert heat
That beats upon the tired brain, And can very well drive man insane.
Lance Bowie lived in the town called Hell.
He was a rich man, truth to tell--With fist and whip and firebrand
He ruled the place with an iron hand. He owned the water in the only well.
That fed the people in the town called Hell.
One morning through the dust and heat Was heard the hoof beats rhythmic beat
Through the waving bending rays That make mirage and mental daze
Almost like a dream he rode Alone and silent against the sky---
Jud Barth caught him with his eye.
Jud was a just and righteous man, With leathered skin and desert tan
He’d lived in Hell for many a year . He hated the paralyzing fear
That filled the hearts of the people near.
He knew that someday a thing would be. Some outsider would come and see
Of Lance Bowie's fabled tyranny And would somehow set the people free.
Around the campfires he’d often tell his impossible dream for the town called Hell.
As the stranger came to clearer sight Jud’s weary eyes they saw a light
He offered the stranger a drink of water The gentle man that was called Jake Cotter
Refreshed, the stranger told his heart, As brother to new-found brother’s heart
“I’ve crossed this desert, dry and wide, To find myself a loving bride”
“There’s one in this town, worthy and fair, Who smiles and loves with gentle flair
She has flowing golden hair . The lady named Bonnie Christina”
Love came swift and love came sure For Christina could scarcely more endure
The cruel hearts that I hate to tell, Were living in the town called Hell
Jud Barth took Christina’s hand “In all this lonely desert land,
You’ll never find a love more true, Than this Jake Cotter offers you”
Jake and Christina, their hearts took flight, as they whispered love’s plans to the summer’s night
But in their love they were left alone, for the townspeople’s hearts had become as stone.
And one looked on with hatefulled sneer, With angry, murderous, lust filled leer,
Lance clenched his teeth and spit on the floor And strode angrily through the tavern door
Who was this stranger, could anyone say, Who walked freely among them night and day?
It was in the square one sweltering day A terrible fight in the public way
For Lance had threatened to stop the well And kill all the people of the town called Hell
The well was in the middle of town, Where weary women let buckets down,
Then, in tribute to tyranny’s way, The men of the town were forced to pay
Jake Cotter was a gentle man He sat on the well and held her hand
And asked what a strange thing this could be That the people did not get their water free.
“Lance owns the land,” her voice a tear He’s owned it for many, many a year
He dug the well with his own hand He dug it out of the desert sand
One by one, as people came, He’d treat them equally the same
My land, my water, my property, You just don’t drink if you won’t pay me
And no one has dared dig another well, Nearby to this, in this town called Hell
So in the square, that sweltering day Came a terrible fight in the public way.
Lance’s whip lashed sharp and deep But Jake had a promise yet to keep.
His loving Blood fell to the sand as Lance’s whip did rip his hand-
With strength of love His hand stained red,
He smote Lance Bowie’s Proud-filled head
The stone cold heart
At last was dead
The earth it shook with a sudden roar
And rolling and turning of the sandy floor.
In every corner of the town
The walls came falling helpless down.
The howling wind blew it all away Desolate to this very day,
No passing stranger could ever tell that this was the place of the town called Hell.
The sun shone bright on a brand new day,
And my heart can gladly say,
Jud, Jake and Christine rode swift away
To a land of bright and endless day
() 1998 2011 "Christina Walden Ehn"
TALE OF TWO POEMS
The Donkey Poem
I was nothing but despised,
Born a creature low.
Born to bear men’s burdens
And bend my back so low.
Could I ever be of use to Man,
Much exhalted more than I---
Could such a lowly life as mine
Ever touch a thing so high?
Then one day I felt a pull
A stranger led me to the street.
I heard the shouts of many men
And I saw palms before my feet.
(c) 2005 2011 "Christina Walden Ehn"
I read Chesterton’s poem in High School. I remembered only the last line.
The last line was haunting and beautiful, and hearing it all alone was seriously frustrating
for many years. So I decided to re-write the poem. I often wondered how my poem
compared with the original, whoever wrote it, whatever it said.
Today I found it. I like my version better.
Here is Chesterton's Original Poem
I was surprised that it was a famous poem by a famous poet.
All I remembered was the last line, and I built on that.
Which poem do you like best?
The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four- footed things.
The tatter'd outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will
Starve, scourge, deride me, I am dumb
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
THE STORY OF THE EXTREMELY BORED ROOSTER
By
Christina Walden Ehn
For my Dear Friend, David Ben-Tikvah
Once there was an extremely bored rooster.
He stood around in the yard, thinking bored thoughts, and complaining to the empty air.
“Why did I have to be born a rooster?” he moaned. “It’s so boring being a rooster. All I ever do is peck at the ground. Once a day I jump up on that stupid fence and holler. Why do I have to do that? People will eventually see that the sun is coming up. Why do I have to holler from that stupid fence about it every morning?
“I wish I could have been a different, interesting, kind of bird. I remember last summer I heard those pigeons talking about all the other different kinds of birds there are. I wonder what it would be like to be one of those seagulls I heard them mention.
It might be fun to fly high in the sky, with the sun overhead, and spy a fish under the water, and make a dizzy high dive and grab him for supper. I’d get all wet, but it sure sounds more interesting than pecking the dry ground all day for a bite to eat.
“Maybe I should have been a pigeon. They get to travel a lot, and sometimes people give them breakfast.
“I even heard tell about a great big beautiful bird called a goose. I think they fly back and forth between far away places. I think where they fly depends on the weather. I’d sure like to get away from this heat sometimes, too. I’d like to have that great big loud honk I heard they have. Sure sounds like it would be more musical than this stupid cock-a-doodle-doo I get stuck with.
“Then there’s those doves. Those love birds. I wonder what it would be like to fall really in love with one mate, instead of having to take care of the whole henhouse. Sometimes I just can’t stand it! All those women do is cackle, cackle, cackle. All day, every day. Why did God make women able tlo talk, anyway? Why can’t they just lay their eggs and be quiet about it?
I’ve even heard there is a little yellow bird called a canary. They go to live in people’s houses. And people make a little golden room for them, and hang it from their ceilings,
Right in the room where the people live. They have all their food and water given to them. And all they have to do for that royal treatment is sing all day. That’s the kind of life a bird could really get into!
I could even be a-----what was that birds name?” The bored rooster ruffled his feathers in annoyance at himself for forgetting the word he was trying to think of.
“See---tee---pea---that’s it--peacock! If I were a peacock, maybe I might not ever get out of this yard. But people would come to visit me. I could spend all day just strutting at people and showing off my tail!
“I just hate being a rooster. Every day. Every day. Every day. Exactly the same. No change in routine. No quieting the hens and their incessant cackle. No thanks. No appreciation. Just get up on that stupid fence and crow every morning, to get people mad at me for waking them up.”
The bored rooster’s feathers fluffed up again as he got a sudden idea.
“Maybe this morning I won’t do it!” he declared to himself, in flash of ill-temper. “Will it stop the world if one rooster lets the sun rise by itself just for one morning?”
The sun rose a little higher, and he gave up his petulence.
He hopped up onto the fencepost and flapped his bored wings.
His feathers ruffled again at his bored annoyance with it all.
“Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered sulkily.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
And a short way down the road, a man called Peter started to cry.
And then he reconciled with his risen Master.
And then he got bold as a lion, and preached a sermon where 3000 people
were delivered from Hell.
Then he spent the rest of his life delivering the glorious Good News to people in the dark.
And then the angels carved his name into one of the foundation stones of the New Jerusalem.
And the moral of this story is, if you are stuck in a boring place you just can’t get away from, you are also in a place where the Lord is counting on you to be in just the right place at just the right time to crow by His divine order.
And the Lord will see to it that your obedient cock-a-doodle-doo will be heard
all the way around the world.
The End
Concerning the Death of A A Allen
Three weeks before A A Allen Died, a rumor shot around the country that he was dead. It is believed by some that the people who spread the rumor were actually responsible for his death. It cannot be proved
so many years later. But don't believe everything you hear. A A Allen was a good and honest man who lived like a Christian is supposed to live.
Visit Miracle Valley
To Whom It May Concern,
I, (Name Withheld) graduated from Miracle Valley Bible College in May of 1972. This is my testimony to the death of A. A. Allen. I came to Miracle Valley right after Bro. Allen had died.
I worked as assistant secretary to the secretary, Ada Tye, of Miracle Revival Fellowship. This office issued and renewed ministers' license. Our mail was not opened by the mail room. Our mail was separated and sent directly to our office.
One day as I was opening the mail, a check for $10,000.00 fell out of the envelope. This check was from a religious organization and was made out to the person who sent it. I thought that perhaps the check was sent to us by mistake. I read the letter. The letter was from the coroner that examined Bro. Allen. He was asking forgiveness for stating to the media a false accusation. He had stated that Bro. Allen had died of acute alcoholism which caused him to have cirrhosis of the liver. I immediately gave the letter to Sis Tye, who in turn brought it to Mary Jo, who was on the board of directors.
The board called a meeting and decided that someone from the valley should go and meet with the coroner. Before anyone did, the coroner hung himself. The matter was not pursued because of these circumstances.
We had many ministers of this organization which also held a fellowship license with Miracle Revival Fellowship. This was also a determining factor as to keep peace and fellowship with these innocent ministers who had nothing to do with this. It was felt by the heads of Miracle Revival Fellowship, that Bro. Allen would be remembered as the man of faith and power that he was according to John 3:2c. Bro. Allen's death certificate stated that he died of cardiac arrest. So it seemed the matter was settled.
I am so sorry and do apologize, especially to Bro. Allen's family and all who loved him, that I did not come forth sooner. I talked to James about two years ago and wished that I would have come forth then. I don't know why others did not say anything publicly, or maybe they did, but I do not know. I know it was spoken of privately, because Eunice, (Bro. Allen's sister), had sent me word through a mutual minister friend of ours.
I hope in some way that I have helped someone to understand what really happened. I do pray that Bro. Allen will be remembered as one of God's special people. He has left a tremendous legacy for us to follow. The anointing of God was so strong in his life that demons trembled when in his presence. A life dedicated to God is what brings this kind of anointing.
Sincerely,
(Name Withheld by the Archive Department of Miracle Valley Bible College & Seminary - Miracle Valley, Arizona USA
[Dr. Henry Turkel was the City Coroner of San Francisco for decades and was the inspiration for the show Quincy (in the 1950's-70's). Coroner Henry W. Turkel - San Francisco, CA 94103 Born September 24, 1014 and died in February 1972.]
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By
Christina Walden Ehn
For my Dear Friend, David Ben-Tikvah
Once there was an extremely bored rooster.
He stood around in the yard, thinking bored thoughts, and complaining to the empty air.
“Why did I have to be born a rooster?” he moaned. “It’s so boring being a rooster. All I ever do is peck at the ground. Once a day I jump up on that stupid fence and holler. Why do I have to do that? People will eventually see that the sun is coming up. Why do I have to holler from that stupid fence about it every morning?
“I wish I could have been a different, interesting, kind of bird. I remember last summer I heard those pigeons talking about all the other different kinds of birds there are. I wonder what it would be like to be one of those seagulls I heard them mention.
It might be fun to fly high in the sky, with the sun overhead, and spy a fish under the water, and make a dizzy high dive and grab him for supper. I’d get all wet, but it sure sounds more interesting than pecking the dry ground all day for a bite to eat.
“Maybe I should have been a pigeon. They get to travel a lot, and sometimes people give them breakfast.
“I even heard tell about a great big beautiful bird called a goose. I think they fly back and forth between far away places. I think where they fly depends on the weather. I’d sure like to get away from this heat sometimes, too. I’d like to have that great big loud honk I heard they have. Sure sounds like it would be more musical than this stupid cock-a-doodle-doo I get stuck with.
“Then there’s those doves. Those love birds. I wonder what it would be like to fall really in love with one mate, instead of having to take care of the whole henhouse. Sometimes I just can’t stand it! All those women do is cackle, cackle, cackle. All day, every day. Why did God make women able tlo talk, anyway? Why can’t they just lay their eggs and be quiet about it?
I’ve even heard there is a little yellow bird called a canary. They go to live in people’s houses. And people make a little golden room for them, and hang it from their ceilings,
Right in the room where the people live. They have all their food and water given to them. And all they have to do for that royal treatment is sing all day. That’s the kind of life a bird could really get into!
I could even be a-----what was that birds name?” The bored rooster ruffled his feathers in annoyance at himself for forgetting the word he was trying to think of.
“See---tee---pea---that’s it--peacock! If I were a peacock, maybe I might not ever get out of this yard. But people would come to visit me. I could spend all day just strutting at people and showing off my tail!
“I just hate being a rooster. Every day. Every day. Every day. Exactly the same. No change in routine. No quieting the hens and their incessant cackle. No thanks. No appreciation. Just get up on that stupid fence and crow every morning, to get people mad at me for waking them up.”
The bored rooster’s feathers fluffed up again as he got a sudden idea.
“Maybe this morning I won’t do it!” he declared to himself, in flash of ill-temper. “Will it stop the world if one rooster lets the sun rise by itself just for one morning?”
The sun rose a little higher, and he gave up his petulence.
He hopped up onto the fencepost and flapped his bored wings.
His feathers ruffled again at his bored annoyance with it all.
“Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered sulkily.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
And a short way down the road, a man called Peter started to cry.
And then he reconciled with his risen Master.
And then he got bold as a lion, and preached a sermon where 3000 people
were delivered from Hell.
Then he spent the rest of his life delivering the glorious Good News to people in the dark.
And then the angels carved his name into one of the foundation stones of the New Jerusalem.
And the moral of this story is, if you are stuck in a boring place you just can’t get away from, you are also in a place where the Lord is counting on you to be in just the right place at just the right time to crow by His divine order.
And the Lord will see to it that your obedient cock-a-doodle-doo will be heard
all the way around the world.
The End
Concerning the Death of A A Allen
Three weeks before A A Allen Died, a rumor shot around the country that he was dead. It is believed by some that the people who spread the rumor were actually responsible for his death. It cannot be proved
so many years later. But don't believe everything you hear. A A Allen was a good and honest man who lived like a Christian is supposed to live.
Visit Miracle Valley
To Whom It May Concern,
I, (Name Withheld) graduated from Miracle Valley Bible College in May of 1972. This is my testimony to the death of A. A. Allen. I came to Miracle Valley right after Bro. Allen had died.
I worked as assistant secretary to the secretary, Ada Tye, of Miracle Revival Fellowship. This office issued and renewed ministers' license. Our mail was not opened by the mail room. Our mail was separated and sent directly to our office.
One day as I was opening the mail, a check for $10,000.00 fell out of the envelope. This check was from a religious organization and was made out to the person who sent it. I thought that perhaps the check was sent to us by mistake. I read the letter. The letter was from the coroner that examined Bro. Allen. He was asking forgiveness for stating to the media a false accusation. He had stated that Bro. Allen had died of acute alcoholism which caused him to have cirrhosis of the liver. I immediately gave the letter to Sis Tye, who in turn brought it to Mary Jo, who was on the board of directors.
The board called a meeting and decided that someone from the valley should go and meet with the coroner. Before anyone did, the coroner hung himself. The matter was not pursued because of these circumstances.
We had many ministers of this organization which also held a fellowship license with Miracle Revival Fellowship. This was also a determining factor as to keep peace and fellowship with these innocent ministers who had nothing to do with this. It was felt by the heads of Miracle Revival Fellowship, that Bro. Allen would be remembered as the man of faith and power that he was according to John 3:2c. Bro. Allen's death certificate stated that he died of cardiac arrest. So it seemed the matter was settled.
I am so sorry and do apologize, especially to Bro. Allen's family and all who loved him, that I did not come forth sooner. I talked to James about two years ago and wished that I would have come forth then. I don't know why others did not say anything publicly, or maybe they did, but I do not know. I know it was spoken of privately, because Eunice, (Bro. Allen's sister), had sent me word through a mutual minister friend of ours.
I hope in some way that I have helped someone to understand what really happened. I do pray that Bro. Allen will be remembered as one of God's special people. He has left a tremendous legacy for us to follow. The anointing of God was so strong in his life that demons trembled when in his presence. A life dedicated to God is what brings this kind of anointing.
Sincerely,
(Name Withheld by the Archive Department of Miracle Valley Bible College & Seminary - Miracle Valley, Arizona USA
[Dr. Henry Turkel was the City Coroner of San Francisco for decades and was the inspiration for the show Quincy (in the 1950's-70's). Coroner Henry W. Turkel - San Francisco, CA 94103 Born September 24, 1014 and died in February 1972.]
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