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The Cancer is Gone by Mr. Adams

3/31/2017

“The Cancer Is Gone”

My name is Nailor J. Adams and I am 93 years young. I live at 31 Melanie Drive in Monroe
and have lived alone since my wife passed away about 5½ years ago. In the spring of 2015, I was diagnosed with lung cancer. My family physician referred me to a chemo physician, Dr. Gammbage. After a series of scans and tests, I learned cancer was inoperable. He said even if the surgery was successful, I would be on a respirator for the rest of my life. Due to my age, my doctor also felt like the chemotherapy would not be an option because it would be too hard on my body. My only option was radiation treatments.
I was referred to Dr. Ebeling in Monroe. The long season of 50 radiation treatments began.
After the completion of treatments, I was hopeful for a future cancer free.
After 14 weeks, I had another PET scan and the results were that my cancer was back. I was then referred to a doctor in Shreveport in hopes of a new treatment that may work. Because the previous 50 treatments were so recent and because of my age, that was not an option. The doctor there said the treatments would be too hard on my already very damaged and weak lung. I felt hopeless at that time, but little did I know, that God had a different plan for me…..His Plan and His Timing
One night a few weeks later as I knelt beside my bed praying, as I do every night, I asked God to help me because everything else had failed. As I was praying, I felt something pulling at my chest. It wasn’t painful, just a pulling feeling. In a few short moments, the pulling sensation ceased and two words came to me “It’s Gone”. At that moment, I thought it was coming from the ceiling of the room, the floor and all around. A good Christian friend told me that was The Holy Spirit speaking to me. That was a night of rejoicing, crying, laughing and having the most wonderful peace in my heart. I have shared this miracle with my family and everyone since then. I have never stopped thanking God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son, and the Holy Spirit since that moment.
With Love of God,
Nailor Adams

Testimony by Pastor Whit Bass

3/30/2017

Wednesday, March 29, 2017: Praise the Lord!!! We had a great day yesterday
though. 3 professions of faith at Richland Parish DC. Prayed for 2 ladies in pain
as well and we are set to arrange a baptism service on April 18 at the DC. Also,
Erica and her daughter rode with Hannah and my daughter Aaron Sophia to share
her testimony at Hope Chapel last night. God moved in power as she shared her
story "From the Prison Cell to the Mission Field". We also prayed for some pain
healings as well at Hope Chapel. Most of these pain situations were from a word
of knowledge by Hannah.

It Happened on Wednesday, December 7, 2011

3/29/2017

I visited with Mike Clark for 3 hours at Taco Bell. God is using Mike in many
ways. This past Sunday on the way to church Mike saw a cross in the middle
of I-20 and he felt a nudging of the Lord to go back and pick it up. After picking
it up he saw that it was made at Morehouse Challenge where addicts go to be
delivered. While there they manufacture Crosses. Mike had just been there
to minister a few weeks ago. On the way to class Mike prayed about whom
to give the cross to. A young couple who had visited the Sunday before would
be the ones. As he walked in they were there and he related the story behind
finding the cross and went and presented it the wife and she broke into tears of joy.

Testimony by Whit Bass

3/28/2017

From the Prison Cell to the Mission Field    Hello my name is Erica McNease. I am 27 years old. I was raised up with a mom and dad who loved me very much and I also have an older sister. My grandpa would come and pick my sister and I up and take us to church almost every Sunday, so I was brought up in church. But being a kid I really didn't pay that much attention. I had an awesome childhood, especially being a daddy’s girl. My dad brought out
the “tom boy” in my sister and me. I did everything with my dad. I wasn't scared of anything and I wasn't afraid to get dirty that's for sure. My sister and I had anything a kid could ask for: we had bikes, rollerblades, four wheelers, a basketball goal, and we had friends who lived walking distance from our house so we never got bored.

       When I was about 11 or 12 my mom and dad were getting a divorce. It really tore my heart into when this happened. So, during this time my mom, my sister and I went to stay with my aunt and cousin. This is when I started misbehaving as of not listening to my mother, back talking her, ect.... I was really upset with her because I wanted to be with my dad but I didn’t understand why I couldn’t. After we moved back into our house I started smoking and stealing from my mother. I would steal my mom’s nasty merit 100's by the singles so when I got good at that and getting away with it I started stealing them by the packs. I would sneak off and hide to smoke them. I would then steal any cash that I could find from her purse to get someone older than me to buy me packs of cigarettes. But for them to buy me cigarettes they would either buy them self a pack too or just keep the change.

   Not much longer after I started smoking one of my friends began getting into mischief. We would go and steal her dad’s alcohol and ride off on our four wheelers and drink until we were pretty wasted. We then would go back to my house and sober up. Our parents never found out about this happening because we would always plan it out around my mother’s work schedule. All through my Jr. High School year at Ward Three I made good grades. I was a cheerleader for three years there and I never failed a grade. I was a really flirtatious girl and I loved the attention from the guys. I loved to tease them to get them to do things for me. I was afraid to have sex but I never let them know that. My friend and I were the only two girls that all the guys liked to be around (GO FIGURE). So, in between smoking, drinking and being addicted to attention we “thought” we had the life.

   At the age of 14, I was dating a guy who I was just head over heels about. He was older than me, he had a truck and a job. I then lost my Virginity to him only at the age of 14! (Wow) about a week or two went by and we had split up. Once again, my heart was torn. So, what did I do? I turned to alcohol and guys to fill the emptiness I felt inside. By this time, I was going to parties, smoking, drinking, and having sex. Then I met another guy who was 17 and I was 15. His family was not a rich family and they always had people in and out of their house. One night he and I went out to a party with some of his friends and that’s where I was introduced to marijuana. One hit of that stuff and all I remember of that night was that I couldn’t quit laughing at everything and then I got really hungry and then I woke up. I continued to smoke it and I loved it I just knew that this was the answer to my sadness because it made me laugh it made me happy.

   Then one night he brought me to a hotel and he brought me the marijuana but I noticed that he wasn’t smoking any he was smoking something that was different. He told me that it was meth that I shouldn’t try it. So, I didn’t. That night anyway. A few weeks went by and we were at one of his older friend’s house and there were a few older people there and they all were smoking meth. So, I was like; well, I don’t want these people to not like me so I asked my boyfriend to come into the next room and I asked him to let me try it so he let me and when I tell you the first hit I felt like I could run through a brick wall and not get hurt I meant it. That’s the way I felt. I WAS HOOKED. At the age of 15.


Well at the age of 16 I was skipping school in my high school year, smoking cigarettes, smoking marijuana, and smoking meth. I drank alcohol also but not as much now since I started smoking meth. I then became violent towards any one that even looked at me the wrong way. My hurt turned into anger. I then became pregnant during my second year of my freshman year at the age of 16. So, I quit school. I then quit doing all drugs for nine months (God was trying to save me) even cigarettes. I was sober but my boyfriend was still getting high and when I wasn’t high he didn’t want to be around me and started to cheat on me. It drove me crazy. I wanted to lose the baby but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Well, after nine long hot miserable months I gave birth to my beautiful daughter Julia Potter. The
moment I saw her I knew what I needed to do to be the best mom I could be to her. I got a job and my dad bought me a trailer for me and my daughter to live in, and yes, I was still with her father. I couldn’t bring myself to leave him because I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to raise my daughter by myself.

When Julia was just a few months old I started back smoking meth because I was so tired all the time having to get up and feed and rock her when she woke up at nights. (POOR EXCUSE) After a few years went by Julia was about 4 or when her father got caught up in trouble and went to jail for a year. So, during that year I had to raise her on my own (Gods Working) So I left her father. I worked my butt off with different jobs to keep lights on and food in her belly. We were happy.

    I then had gotten a baby sitter one day to go four-wheeler riding in Calhoun. When we got there a group of us was riding and had gotten into an accident. I ended up with second degree burns on my back side bad road rash. I also ended up breaking my shin bone so I was on crutches for a few months. Since I was on crutches I couldn’t work so I lost my job. While I couldn’t work I ended up needing to pay bills but I had no money so I started to stress really bad and my mind started to think about how I could make easy money soon….. I knew someone that needed a ride to go across state line to go pick up some drugs so I said if you pay me enough I will take you. Well he jumped on that deal quick. From that day forward I ended up running dope up to several ounces at a time. I was getting paid probably $500 and I was getting high every time we went so I thought “well this is pretty easy money."

   After several trips, I started using meth in IV form and when I did this that was it for me. I lost my self and I gave my life to the devil. He had me wrapped up. I used the needle for almost 2 years I believe. I don’t remember everything or how long some things went on. All I do know is that I stayed pretty messed up all the time. My daughter was 5 when I started doing the drug that way and 4 years flew by. One day I was at my house and I remember going to sleep and waking up to all kind of people in my house and I was asking them what they were doing they were like we couldn’t wake you up. I was asleep for two days straight never awakened to use the bathroom, to drink anything and they were all shaking me and yelling my name and I never knew it. From that day, I decided I wanted to get off the needle. It was hard but I did it. (Thank you, Jesus, for helping me) but I didn’t quit doing meth I just started smoking it A LOT. A year went by and I never picked it back up. But I met another guy who was a dealer and he helped me out a lot with my house and took care of me. But in this relationship, I had my heart blocked to him and I wouldn’t let him love me. We were together for several months and fought all the time. There were times where we would get in so big of an argument we would pull out our guns and shoot at each other.

   On February 16, 2016, we were caught together by the police and were arrested for distribution of meth and illegal carry of a firearm. We were booked into FPDC. I wasn’t mad for some reason. I knew deep down I was wanting to quit everything

     I was doing I just didn’t know how to. (THANK YOU LORD) Well about two weeks went by and my step mom told me that someone was going to come talk to me. Some guy. Well that guy was Whit Bass. I was confused when he first started talking to me. Why? Because he started talking to me about the Bible and like I said at the beginning I went to church but never paid any attention. I heard stories about God and stuff but as a kid I just thought it was make believe. So, I never believed. Well to continue. When Whit was in the jail talking to me and telling me a story I was listening but didn’t understand it. So, Whit had to show me. He asked me if there was anything he could pray for me about. I had these knots on my wrist that hurt all the time I had them for months and sometimes I couldn’t even grab things
sometimes. So, he placed his hands on my wrist and he began to pray. I started to cry and I didn’t know why. When he left out of the room they come and got me from the little visitation room we were in and walked me back to W dorm. By the time the door shut behind me I looked down at my wrist and my knots were GONE!!!!! No pain, No knot!! They were gone. I knew right then that there was a God.

     I then started to read my bible a little bit and my prayer book my cousin had given me.
The next day I called my step mom and told her what had happened. She was amazed and then she told me that she had gotten a phone call saying that there was a bed available at teen challenge in Minden Louisiana. I am so thankful that God put Whit in my life to show his love for me. (God’s Love) Whit helped open my heart to the Lord and to let Him be able to get in and change it. So, I got out of jail and went to Minden. There is where I really was shown how much God loves me and they helped me get out of my old ways and step into the light. My eyes are open now to where when I looked at my past I saw where God was helping me and saving my life and he was trying to tell me things. There was no way I could have quit the needle on my own and still be sober today without him.

     I give all the Glory to God for changing my life and putting me where I needed to be. I have been sober for 1 year now from drugs and cigarettes and I love to go to church to hear what God has to tell me. I pray to him every day and thank him for what he is doing in my life. I have a Job that I love and I have my daughter back in my life (who holds me accountable) and I am now so very excited to say that I have been invited to go to Nicaragua on a mission trip with the Richland Parish Celebrate Recovery Team and give back to others what God has given me. I am going to be able to show Gods love for them. Thank you so much God for everything that you have done and continue to do in my life. Thank you for being so great, kind, and merciful. Thank you for your love. Thank you for being with me every day. I love you in Jesus name, AMEN!
“I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13

It Happened on Sunday, December 4, 2011

3/26/2017

There was a celebration at the First Baptist Church for Whit Bass as he leaves his
position at the Church. Whit is now launching out in faith to do the will of God in his
life. There is a desire to build a ministry in the Delta area. So like Abraham he is
“Going not knowing.” Whit and I have talked about this several times. He believes
that God is stirring his neat to launch out in faith. At the end, I had a word for him
that I believe was from the Lord.

It Happened on Saturday, September 3, 2011

3/25/2017

I picked up Jim and carried him to the Waffle House for breakfast. He was
depressed; Nancy had gotten on to him for letting the dog get out of the house.
He says that he has no hope and was talking bad stuff like shooting some
one and going to prison. I don’t think he would do any thing like that. As we
talked he said that he didn’t have a mother that sat and read to him or teach him
to read. After his father left at an early age Nancy had to support the family which
left no time for him. Even though he loved his mother and that she was good to
him, on the inside he felt abandoned. I could feel his pain. I encouraged him to
touch God because we were all born into a world of sin and bad things. As
we touch God we can become victorious. I told him that I loved him and prayed
for him.
I left with tears in my eyes because children need a father and mother. They
say that we need jobs here in America, that is not so. There is an opening for
a loving mother in over 50% of the homes. The government is the one that
is fostering the break down of the home. Fathers are not taking the lead in the
home. The Father is to be the provider, if he don't he has denied the faith and
is worse than a infidel. The physical and spiritual needs of life are designed by
God to press us into Him, not the government! The government is trying to play
God.
I had to call Robby and Rhonda and thank them for their priority with their five
children. These kids are loved and cared for emotionally and physically and they
are very secure in who they are. God will use them.

It Happened on Tuesday, November 29, 2011

3/24/2017

I visited Joe Cassidy today and he had some exciting news to tell me. I had
encouraged him to pray for his children and grandchildren over the Thanksgiving
holidays and he did. Joe’s wife VIickie had a girl’s night with their three grand-
children. Setting up in bed with a movie, and their snacks. They were 2, 7 and 9.
The seven-year-old girl named Natty looked up at her grandmother and asked,
“Gam do you pray for me.” Vickie told her that she prayed for her every night.
Natty ask Gam, "Turn off the movie and let’s pray. Natty started the prayer giving
thanks for a grandmother that would pray for them personally.

Typical Week-end for Pastor Whit Bass

3/23/2017

I had a very full weekend with the wedding rehearsal in Columbia Thursday,
Wedding Rehearsal Dinner in Monroe Friday Night, Wedding Service and
Reception to Follow in Columbia and arrived home at 11:00 PM and at an
out of town healing service as well in the Ferriday - Vidalia area yesterday;
I also worked the concession stand Saturday morning till 3:45 pm for the
CR Mission Trip.

Rescued from the Pit by Michelle Bass

3/22/2017

I want talk about something that may help someone... for those of you who have
been HURT to see how Christ can heal and move you forward in life and not remain
in the PIT. I have so many different emotions about things that Hannah was exposed
to or that happened to her, but there is HEALING in sharing a small portion of our
story. Thankfully, I have seen the hand of God touch her and totally change her life
…100%. I see Hannah as someone that does not see herself as a VICTIM.

When Hannah was about 8-10 years old another female introduced her to porn and
sexually abused her…did things that are too painful for me to know about. Whit knows.
She and Whit are very close and for that I am truly thankful. When she got to 5th
or 6th grade a boy did things to her that shouldn’t be done at school. I wondered
where the teachers were when it was going on…a Christian School at that. Of
course,…she wasn’t a Christian and at the age of 11 she was diagnosed with
Asperger’s Syndrome. So…all those times during this time frame Hannah took out
her frustration on me…I had no idea that any of this had happened.  Nothing. So,
you can imagine how I felt when she told me these things about three years ago…I
still don’t know everything, but there are times I see her pain with things that Satan
himself torments her with and I am moved with compassion and want to see the enemy
defeated, but I also see the seriousness of this walk we are on….

See, we know for a fact that Satan wanted her to commit SUICIDE… to have an
ABORTION… to be committed to a MENTAL FACILITY… he told us these things.
Through Hannah… Satan spoke it and told us in a manifested way when these
events were to happen in her life as if it were all mapped out to happen at
designatedtimes. He wanted to KILL her and HE hates what God is doing in her
life. When shetold me three years ago, I was ANGRY and felt so GUILTY.   God
had already started the process of healing and delivering her, but I was so sad and
angry as a mom because we didn’t protect her.  Our job as parents is to protect our
children because we love them.

Whit and I tried to do everything right…or so we thought. As a parent, you will not
be able to protect your kids from everything…youcan’t and I can’t. Even when you
are the Godliest parent and present parent…things happen out of your control.
Things happen that can destroy your life, your marriageand then in the midst of all
the chaos and turmoil…Jesus shows up on your behalf and RESCUES your loved
one or you or me… That is exactly what HE did…He RESCUED Hannah. Now
we are at that place where we don’t care if people choose to believe OR not to
believe in the

SUPERNATURAL…but the supernatural EXISTS.  We were exposed to it firsthand.
There is good and evil and both desire your loved ones…God himself desires you
and your family…Satan himself desires that we die in a pit with despair…he wants
you and I unable to be used for the Glory of God. When God rescues you…and
sets you free…you are a force for the KINGDOM OF GOD HERE ON EARTH.

There are times that I am overwhelmed with life…with the future…with all the
things the enemy would like to distract me with. With what happened to Hannah…
from earlyon trying to raise Hannah things were so difficult that there were times
I wanted toleave and never come back again because I really felt hopeless…but
the LORD inHIS KINDNESS and LOVE for my family RESCUED all of us. If I think
long and hard about what has happened to my child…from a boy threatening her
and blackmailing her for several years because of pictures he had that she gave
him willingly; to a woman calling her and telling her she was filthy and dirty (yes…
that really happened) becauseof what women gossiped about. Yes…Christian
women gossiped about her…I can get really angry…but then I look at my child and
she says to me, “mom, you have to forgive them”…what does a parent say to that?

I am the adult. I’m amazed as I write this…Jesus cleans us up. He heals us. JESUS.
Hannah doesn’t let what has happened to her keep her from moving forward…from
keeping her eyes off the finish line. See, those that have been forgiven much…and
she is much more of a mature believer than I am. She isn’t using that as an excuse.
I see her every day spend quality time with the LORD. I am not bragging…I am just
stating a fact. It’s challenging for me…its convicting that I can’t sit here and say I give
Christ what is due him every day…but there are sacrifices that go with being so sold
out to HIM. Not everyone is walking this journey or understands her.  Even Jesus
was misunderstood and the religious hated HIM.

WE must not sacrifice Jesus for stuff or people or anything…I must not either. We
should not let our pasts define us…we should move forward with the LORD…with
our eyes fixed on HIM. FIXED. We should not be distracted with what the enemy
says to us or lies we believe that can torment us. See the world may remind you
of your past…but JESUS WON’T. He wants you FREE. He wants your eyes and
affections on HIM. Don’t let people define who you are. Don’t let your past define
who you are. To the mom out there, don’t let GUILT define who you are or keep you
from focusing on JESUS. Jesus is here…He loves you and I. IT is HIS desire you
become free and live victoriously. You don’t have to stay in the pit…Jesus is there
to extend HIS hand to pull you out…even if indescribable things have happened to
you. He is with you… NOW.
Love yall…
Michelle

A Testimony by My Granddaughter Mary Fourner

3/21/2017

Tuesday, March 21, 2017: I had a cool story I thought you would enjoy hearing. One
day I was at work serving tables and I had two parents with a little boy at one table.
The mom was asking for gluten free options, because her son had a gluten allergy.
She told me it's been very hard for them because he couldn't eat his favorite food
and was very picky, but when he had a gluten reaction, he would get itchy and stay
up and cry all night because it bothered him so much. She seemed stressed about it.
So, I took their order and went on my way. Later I felt God tell me very strongly to pray
for them. I wrestled with the fear for a little bit, but finally went and asked if I could pray
for them. They said yes and I did, then went on with my day. A month or so later the
lady came back to the restaurant with her little boy. She snagged me while I was
working and asked if I remembered praying for her son and said he'd been able to eat
normal foods again with no itching reaction! She was really happy about it.

We also had a lady named Joan Hunter come to our church. She's a healing evangelist
and I saw all sorts of people get healed during service. It was pretty awesome.

I love you so much! I miss you and hope you're doing well.

Love,
Mary