The Village Carpenter

I am sitting here waiting for the file to save into a pdf with 432 Hz - Ambient Angelic Tones soothing my soul. I remember 20 years ago when my wife kicked me out of our bed... She said to go upstairs and sleep there. This I did not to cause a stir in our ending marriage. Deep in my spirit I knew I was out the door. I had sinned. I asked for forgiveness. I never felt any forgiveness. Still 20 years and I don't feel any forgiveness... From her. Back then all alone in that upstairs bedroom I was listening to Bridge and the one song that Father God used to sooth my soul and tell me that I was forgiven by His Eternal Love was the song, "Who Shall Dwell In My Sanctuary." I will never forget the peace that; over-whelming, soothed my soul. Today, 3 relationships later and with the best woman God could have given me to show me His Love... He has moved me Higher Up and Farther In; as C.S. Lewis wrote, to His Loving Presence in His Service of Prayer. Now, you may ask... Why Pray? It was a delight when I learned to fly. When I was a boy, I can remember looking up into the sky when a plane or helicopter would fly overhead. I can remember when one day I was with my Dad, we had gone to a vacant lot in the town where we lived and there we waited for a few minutes until a helicopter landed and a friend of my Dad got off and came to our car. I was just amazed how smoothly and effortlessly the helicopter landed and then took off. When I was in the United States Army Aviation School, we were assigned to an Instructor Pilot, who introduced us to our Helicopter or Airplane. The Instructor Pilot first took us out on a normal flight to demonstrate the smooth operation of our aircraft. While doing so... He was showing us that he knew what he was doing and that he could be trusted. He was also showing us that our aircraft was safe and could be trusted. All this was done in order to create a bonding experience. As we read JESUS PRAYER TEAM, we will see that not only did Jesus tell us to pray... He also showed us we could trust Him... And, we can trust our Prayers We can bond with Him Jesus said, I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. John 15:5 If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you. John 15:7 I truly believe God called me when I was eight years old. As I continued to grow, I went to Church and Sunday school. I learned about prayer and surely as a young lad... I prayed I later asked Jesus to save me in 1970 during the Vietnam War. Then in 1978... I attended a school that changed my life in regards to my prayer life. They gave us a plan to follow so we could give sixty minutes a day to prayer. I used this plan for I cannot remember how long. You will see that the plan they gave us is still; to this day, in the front of my Holy Bible. We used it even to teach to those in our Sunday School Class... I wonder how many use it today? It says, There's no weapon half so mighty as the intercessors bear, Nor a broader field of service than the ministry of prayer. My Commitment... Date was on my birthday... September 26, 1978. I committed; By God's grace, I shall endeavor to give 60 minutes to prayer daily. I Signed my name... Charles Lee Emerson. CHANGE THE WORLD SCHOOL OF PRAYER was Sponsored by World Literature Crusade. Box 1313, Studio City, California 91640. Notice there is a circle with twelve parts. Each part is to have five minutes devoted to the topic listed. Start with PRAISE spent 5 minutes praising God. WAIT 5 minutes to hear from God. CONFESS sins for 5 minutes to God. READ THE WORD for 5 minutes. INTERCESSION for others 5 minutes. PETITION for yourself for 5 minutes. PRAY Holy Bibles Words 5 minutes. THANKSGIVING to God 5 minutes. SINGING to God for 5 minutes. MEDITATION to God 5 minutes. LISTEN for God to speak 5 minutes. PRAISE spent the last 5 minute

It's New Years Day 2012. We went to prayer and talked to Father God about this year. We know there have been Souls come to salvation, deliverance and healing through our books, but we; as this book documents, are concerned that there are many Christians that just don't know how to write their own testimony and get it published into a book. So we prayed, "Father God, You have given us many Words of encouragement in the building of over 250 books. Thank You for the idea of publishing this book to help more Christians to publish their own testimony into a book to help others come to salvation. This will be our first book published this year 2012. Thank You Lord Jesus. Amen. Hallelujah." YOUR BOOK COULD BE NEXT

Have you ever heard it said, "We all have books in our hearts?" Have you ever said, "I should write books about that " Have you ever heard it said, "A picture is worth a 1,000 words?" That's what this book is all about... Helping you... Yes, YOU That's what I said, "YOU." On Amazon when you "Search Books" for "The Village Carpenter Publishing House" you will find that we have published 250 books, at least that's what it says today. We have other books submitted that are not cleared for public reading just yet. But we find within our list of books... There is a most interesting book listed. It's, The Village Carpenter: The Classic Memoir of the Life of a Victorian Craftsman by Walter Rose. There also listed is a review called, "One of my very favorite books, August 2, 2012 By Kari A. Hultman, Lemoyne, PA United States. This review is from: The Village Carpenter: The Classic Memoir of the Life of a Victorian Craftsman. The Village Carpenter is a book that I wished would never end. The author writes about carpentry and working in his grandfather's shop in Victorian England, at a time when the carpenter was vital to the life of the village and whose duties encompassed a much broader range of skills and projects than what we think of as carpentry today. The village carpenter in the late 19th c. was responsible for building everything from windows & doors to coffins to fences & gates to furniture to buckets & washboards and more. He was a thread that tied the community together, often having to work on sight, gaining an intimate understanding of the villagers in whose homes he would work for weeks on end. Walter Rose eloquently recounts stories about the men who worked in the shop, their tools, their projects, and their interaction with the villagers. Here is an excerpt from his book: {As publisher of this book... Here are 2 examples we want you to Read... Re-Read... And Read it again} '"It is in the workshop and at the bench that an insight into the soul of wood craftsmanship can be truly gained. There are tools, there is the wood--rude planks, ungarnished, their surface scored with the saw. Between them, and without which each is useless, must come the soul and spirit of the designer and craftsman; the deft hands prompted by an alert mind; the knowledge attained only through years of study and service; the creative instinct and ability that will, by the correct use of the tools, transform the mere plank into a thing of usefulness and beauty--possibly a joy for ever."' {See how the words were crafted together... Just like a carpenter building a window or a washboard. Walter Rose started out just like YOU. The review continues...} The entire book is filled with memorable passages and woodworking wisdom that has since been forgotten but is still relevant. He reflects on the personality of wood and the connection between the carpenter and his tools--a connection so absolute, that the same tool in another woodworker's hands would not respond the same. It's a must-read for anyone who is passionate about woodworking or who would like to gain insight into the soul of a woodworker." We are honored to have '"The Village Carpenter: The Classic Memoir of the Life of a Victorian Craftsman by Walter Rose" listed with our over 250 books on Amazon. There is another author we want point out. John Steinbeck writes, "Alicia, I wish I could tell you about these pilots. They make me sick with envy. They ride their vehicles the way a man controls a fine, well-trained quarter horse. They weave along streambeds, rise like swallows to clear trees, they turn and twist and dip like swifts in the evening." {See too... How John Steinbeck writes the words and crafts them together... Just like a musician; as he puts it, playing their controls like music. John Steinbeck started out just like YOU.} I also started out just like you... Just like Walter Rose... Just like John Steinbeck... YOU can do it

IN MY ABSENCE WHAT HAPPENED TO CHARLES LEE EMERSON Well here it is...Again; Yes, we did mail this book to several of you and things started changing so fast we could almost hardly keep up with it. For the ones who have never seen this book... There is great news contained in this book... Just For You. We will discuss the changes as we move through this book. The Book you have all been waiting for... As the title says... It wouldn't be long and you will find yourself asking this question... The Lord said, "Charles, This world is not your home. You are just passing through. If Heaven were not your home... What would you do? Your angels are ready to bring you home to Heavens Golden Throne You are so Dear to Me... My heart... My heart cry's out for My Children... They wander as the Children in the wilderness did... They cry out to Me for those things that do not satisfy their Souls... Tell them... Tell them I Am Coming Soon... Give them the Bread of Life... If You don't... Then who will tell them? Feed My Flocks the Bread of Life... I have chosen You... From the foundation of the world... You are not Your own... You are Mine saith the Lord, Put no other gods before Me... I Am Your Source... I Am Your Provider... I have the Gift of Life Eternal... My Son died for You and for all mankind... Haven't I told You over and over that I will Provide Your every need? I will take You in and I will bring You out... I will supply Your every hearts desire if You will follow Me... Lean not on Your own understanding but in all Your ways acknowledge Me and I will direct Your paths... Be kind... Be true... Be patient... Be Mine and Mine alone, saith the Lord... I Love You with an Everlasting Love... Your Heavenly Father... I Am Your Friend " Of all our authors... Only one had asked me the question... "What do I do if you are not able to help me?" This little book should answer that question. It said on our website... We will help you with your first book and then we will show you how you too can do as many books as you want for FREE It also says on our website... If the author wants us to do more books for them, we are honored to help where we can. Many of you have had us publish all of your books... Thank You for your trust and prayers. This book has a two-part message, 1. What happened to The Village Carpenter website? 2. What do I do when Charles Lee Emerson is no longer here to help me? All our websites are listed under GalacticOrdainedMinistries.Space TheVillageCarpenter.info is here. It says on our website, "Wealthy to do the Will of Father God" You are about to experience a life changing... DIVINE APPOINTMENT... Luke 22:29-30, John 6:27 and 2 Peter 1:1-4 says, And I appoint unto you a kingdom, as my Father hath appointed unto me; That ye may eat and drink at my table in my kingdom, and sit on thrones judging the twelve tribes of Israel. Luke 22:29-30 Labour not for the meat which perisheth, but for that meat which endureth unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto you: for him hath God the Father sealed. John 6:27 Simon Peter, a servant and an apostle of Jesus Christ, to them that have obtained like precious faith with us through the righteousness of God and our Saviour Jesus Christ: Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord, According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue: Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust. 2 Peter 1:1-4. We have been publishing now for 14 years. Let us agree that Father God will bless us as we work together to be obedient to His Calling. God, Bless You We look forward to continue helping you to fulfill your Dreams From God Respectfully and Sincerely, Charles Lee Emerson, Auth

When I asked him if he really wanted to kill me, he said yes, right at that moment I did. I said, "Why didn't you? You had a gun loaded." Listen to what he said. And this is to the Glory of God. He said, "When I came around the trailer and saw you... You are real tall and pure white and it scared me and all I could do was run." I said, "You didn't see me, you saw the Angel of The Lord. I told you He would not allow you to harm me." My dad and first wife Urisi had five children, Emmalec, Victor, Manfred, Bearl and Wilma. Urisi died. Then he married my mom, Eloise Harshbarger. Then I was born October 14, 1935. Later my brother James was born January 30, 1937. We lived at Milton, West Virginia in Cable County, in the Old Rope Home place where we have a family cemetery. My grandparents and most of my Aunts and Uncles are buried there. And I will be someday. My daddy was a farmer and blacksmith. If the ground didn't grow it, we didn't have it. We had no car but daddy had a team of horses and a wagon. The very first thing I remember was a flood, probably the 1937 flood. It was so scary, we had gone to Huntington; do not know how we got there, to Aunt Latta's house. Don't know if we went to get her out or what. But the flood gates were closed and there was water everywhere, almost on her porch. I was on someone's shoulders. People say you couldn't remember, you were too young. But when something is so devastating, you can I remember winning a beauty contest 0-18 years, don't know how old I was, maybe five. I had two older half-brothers Manfred, Bearl in 3 Camps, then to the Army. Manfred in Alaska, Bearl a Sgt. in the Philippines, lost in the jungle 21 days. Then he was called to help clean up at Pearl Harbor. Now, I'm in first grade at Diehl School. All 12 grades. One school teacher, a potbellied stove in the middle of the room and a water cooler back in the corner. My dad always taught us to tell the truth, even if it hurt. Because if we didn't and he found out... And he would, we'd get a whipping for doing the thing and another one for lying, with a switch or leather belt. People today would say that's child abuse No, it has made me what I am today. Child abuse is letting the child watch TV all day and get out on streets and drink, smack, dope and you don't even know where they are. Oh, you say I don't want my child to go through what I did. It would do them good to go through what I did. You're just too lazy to be a parent and make them do right. If the school teacher or bus driver gave us a whipping, when we got home we would get another one. The school nurse would come to school and give everyone a shot. I would make little envelopes out of the manila paper we had at school for art. I would write to my brother Bearl and he always answered. Most of these five years at Diehl school we walked but we rode the bus home. My mommy was a tiny little woman and all of the kids on the bus would see her run down to the bus to give me a note of two or three things that she would need from Cramer's store, so I could ride the bus down and only have to walk back. Daddy worked on the WPA. Sometimes mom started not feeling good. In the sixth grade we were made to go to town to school (Central) then to high school in the seventh. Back then there was a mobile that came around and took chest x-rays. A lot of TB back then. Daddy, James mine came back okay, but mom's was bad. Sent her to Beckley, West Virginia to JB Sanitarium. This is really hard. No car. We always walked across these hills to get to church. Any church that was having a revival, we were there, even though we went to Aunt Ersa and Uncle Cephas' church. The old Tin church on Mason St. in Milton. THE VILLAGE CARPENTER WORLD WIDE MINISTRIES, PUBLISHING HOUSE, BIBLE SCHOOL, OS PUBLISHING, ME SHED CHURCH, GALACTIC ORDAINED MINISTRIES, GOD'S HOUSE INTERNATIONAL, PO Box 133 Lakeview, Ohio 43331 USA see GalacticOrdainedMinistries.Space or TheVillageCarpenter.info

When I asked him if he really wanted to kill me, he said yes, right at that moment I did. I said, "Why didn't you? You had a gun loaded." Listen to what he said. And this is to the Glory of God. He said, "When I came around the trailer and saw you... You were real tall and pure white and it scared me and all I could do was run." I said, "You didn't see me, you saw the Angel of The Lord. I told you He would not allow you to harm me." My dad and first wife Urisi had five children, Emmalee, Victor, Manfred, Bearl and Wilma. Urisi died. Then he married my mom, Eloise Harshbarger. Then I was born October 14, 1935. Later my brother James was born January 30, 1937. We lived at Milton, West Virginia in Cable County, in the Old Ronk Home place where we have a family cemetery. My grandparents and most of my Aunts and Uncles are buried there. And I will be someday. My daddy was a farmer and blacksmith. If the ground didn't grow it, we didn't have it. We had no car but daddy had a team of horses and a wagon. The very first thing I remember was a flood, probably the 1937 flood. It was so scary, we had gone to Huntington; do not know how we got there, to Aunt Lette's house. Don't know if we went to get her out or what. But the flood gates were closed and there was water everywhere, almost on her porch. I was on someone's shoulders. People say you couldn't remember, you were too young. But when something is so devastating, you can I remember winning a beauty contest 0-18 years, don't know how old I was, maybe five. I had two older half-brothers Manfred, Bearl in 3 C-Camps, then to the Army. Manfred in Alaska, Bearl a Sgt. in the Philippines, lost in the jungle 21 days. Then he was called to help clean up at Pearl Harbor. Now, I'm in first grade at Diehl School. All 12 grades. One school teacher, a potbellied stove in the middle of the room and a water cooler back in the corner. My dad always taught us to tell the truth, even if it hurt. Because if we didn't and he found out... And he would, we'd get a whipping for doing the thing and another one for lying, with a switch or leather belt. People today would say that's child abuse No, it has made me what I am today. Child abuse is letting the child watch TV all day and get out on streets and drink, smoke dope and you don't even know where they are. Oh, you say I don't want my child to go through what I did. It would do them good to go through what I did. You're just too lazy to be a parent and make them do right. If the school teacher or bus driver gave us a whipping, when we got home we would get another one. The school nurse would come to school and give everyone a shot. I would make little envelopes out of the manila paper we had at school for art. I would write to my brother Bearl and he always answered. Most of these five years at Diehl school we walked but we rode the bus home. My mommy was a tiny little woman and all of the kids on the bus would laugh to see her run down to the bus to give me a note of two or three things that she would need from Cremean's store, so I could ride the bus down and only have to walk back. Daddy worked on the WPA. Sometimes mom started not feeling good. In the sixth grade we were made to go to town to school (Central) then to high school in the seventh. Back then there was a mobile that came around and took chest x-rays. A lot of TB back then. Daddy, James mine came back okay, but mom's was bad. Sent her to Beckley, West Virginia to T.B. Sanitarium. This is really hard. No car. We always walked across these hills to get to church. Any church that was having a revival, we were there, even though we went to Aunt Ersa and Uncle Cephas' church. The old Tin church on Mason St. in Milton. THE VILLAGE CARPENTER WORLD WIDE MINISTRIES, PUBLISHING HOUSE, BIBLE SCHOOL, OS PUBLISHING, ME SHED CHURCH, GALACTIC ORDAINED MINISTRIES, GOD'S HOUSE INTERNATIONAL, PO Box 133 Lakeview, Ohio 43331 USA See GalacticOrdainedMinistries.Space or TheVillageCarp