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1. Betty's Banner

2. Lord, Not Me at 70 Plus!

3. A Message from the Lord

4. Death of a Medium

As a break from my constant chatter, perhaps you would like to see my aunt’s banner, which, together with a team of four other ladies, she made lovingly, as an expression of her faith and devotion to God.

She spent many, many days designing this, and often travelled into Glasgow, to tour remnant shops looking for exactly the material she needed – and this was when she was in her eighties! She was a great seamstress, and a great Christian. She died in 2005, and is sorely missed by her family.

The banner is about 6 feet high, by about 4 feet across, and hangs in South Beach Baptist church in Ardrossan, Scotland.

If you zoom in, you can see the texture of the fabrics, and what seems initially to be a mottled blue relief at the bottom, is in fact hundreds of tiny people, all witnessing His presence. Click here for a larger picture.

Lord, not me at 70 plus!
I became a Christian at the age of 12, enjoying from that time a Christian home environment, but as far as I can recall the Baptism in the Holy Spirit was not mentioned at our fellowship.
The years passed and I got married, had a family and joined a Baptist Church, believing all this time that I had received all the Lord had to give me... that is until about eight years ago!
I went with some Christian friends to a weekend of fellowship and at well over 60 years of age, heard of the Baptism in the Holy Spirit. This experience, I believed, was not for me because I still thought I had it all... but the Lord had other plans.
In 1986 I went with two friends to our first Spring Harvest. At one meeting, many were going forward for ministry and ending up on the floor. The Lord at last got through to me that He had so much more for me if only I would let go and allow Him to take over, but I could not go out.
"Lord, at MY age, I may never rise from the floor again, and Lord, I don't want this strange language but please fill me with your Holy Spirit"
Looking back I now know that God did just what I asked Him to do... I couldn't have coped with any more at the time but my Heavenly Father understood that.
Back at home, the usual 'down to earth' sensation set in but, soon after, I went to the Women's Aglow Chapter in Irvine. The freedom in praise and worship was wonderful and overflowed to me in the love, care and understanding of the women there.
In 1989, at an Aglow Conference, I was released from an attitude of unforgiveness which I had struggled with for over two years and so God was preparing me for what He had in store. I still felt rebellious about 'tongues' but my sisters on the Board were praying for me and their prayers were answered.
One day, whilst vacuuming, I remembered that a family member would be having a test at the hospital and this called for emergency prayer. I turned off the hoover, (so that God would hear!) but my mind was a complete blank. Panic set in.
Then I heard this strange language... (Lord, please! Not me at 70 plus) and sank in to a welcome chair.
Later one morning I had to surrender to the God who does not give up and had brought me to a point of willingness. He supplied assurance from Jeremiah Chapter 1 v9... "The Lord reached out His hand and touched my mouth and said to me 'Now I have put My words in your mouth.' Praise Him!"
He still had more to give me. A few weeks later at an Aglow meeting, I DID go out for prayer this time although I did not know why, but I descended to the floor... gracefully I hope.
The release was wonderful, from what I was not sure until the Lord took me back to that night at Spring Harvest and reminded me of what I had said. He had done His part and I had confessed publicly... fear had gone and, if the truth be told, my pride as well.
Can I encourage you not to hold back from the Lord who wants to give us more than we are often willing to receive from Him. You CAN trust him.

Betty Crawford, Irvine Aglow.

Given to the internet for the world to read by Betty's daughter, with much love Elizabeth, in memory of my Mum.