Goldrush Book Club

In this book Rev. Kenneth .E. Haggin teaches on how to function always and win in God’s Plans, Purposes, and Pursuits. The writer   wrote that he was caught up into the spirit and he   began to see and understand man’s   plans as they related to God’s plans. He saw that many times men had plans   that were good and even thoroughly scriptural. But they were not God’s plan. According to the writer ‘The body of Christ has not seen any thing like what we will see when we   get to that place where we have God’s plan and purpose, not only for our own lives but also for the Church – and we are pursuing that plan’. The writer lets us into his personal life as to the   visitation he had of the Lord. He said the Lord came to him and said, ‘I bless all of my people as far as I can. But the reason there is not the move of God and the depth of the flow of the spirit, and the fullness of the manifestation of the Holy Ghost today   is because men do not take time to hear from me

Kenneth .E. Haggin ministered for almost 70 years after God miraculously healed him of a deformed heart and an incurable blood disease at the age of 17. Even though Rev. Haggin went home to be with the Lord in 2003, the ministry he founded continues to bless multitudes around the globe. Kenneth Haggin   Ministries radio program, Rhema for Today, is heard on stations nationwide and on the internet world wide. Other outreaches include ‘The Word of Faith’, a free monthly magazine; crusades conducted throughout the nation ; Rhema Correspondence Bible School; Rhema Bible Training   Center; Rhema Alumni Association; Rhema Ministry Association and the Rhema Prison Ministry .

I hear your call! I hear it far away; I hear it break the circle of these crouching hills. I want to view your face again and feel your cold embrace; or at your brim to set myself and inhale your breath; or like the trees, to watch my mirrored self unfold and span my days with song from the lips of dawn. I hear your lapping call! I hear it coming through; invoking the ghost of a child listening where river birds hail your silver-surfaced flow. My river’s calling too! Its ceaseless flow impels my found’ring canoe dawn its inevitable course. And each dying year Brings near the sea-bird call, the final call that stills the crested waves and breaks in two the curtain of silence of my upturned canoe. O incomprehensible God! Shall my pilot be my inborn stars to that final call to Thee O my river’s complex course?