Please Forgive Us President & First Lady Obama
An Open Letter to President and First Lady Obama
May 3, 2012
Dear President and First Lady Obama,
I am a Protestant who votes for the Republicans. I am appalled to admit that I have watched many of my brothers and sisters in Christ across this country condemn this presidency in the strongest of terms.
And I would like to ask you, Mr. President and First Lady Obama, to forgive the Christian Nation for our judgment and condemnation of you, your presidency, and the federal government. I ask you to forgive us, for we do not know what we are doing nor what we have done in the past four years.
I hope that we Christians can begin to see our need to repent of our wickedness, repent for our lack of Christ-like love, and pray in unison for you, for the Congress, for the Supreme Court, and for the military.
We all know that there are many, many issues facing us. As a mother of ten children ages twenty-one to four, I would wish for mountains of difficulty to be moved in this nation. So it seems monumentally counterproductive how the Christian Nation is behaving right now, whether that be the Catholics or the Protestants.
And so I close this letter asking your forgiveness, yet again.
~Cara Ann Coffey
A Prayer to God
You are in heaven. I hallow Your Name. I cry out and ask for Your Kingdom to come and Your will to be done here, in the United States of America, as it is in heaven.
I ask You, Father, to give us this day our daily bread, and to forgive us our sins as we forgive those who have committed sin against us. Lead the United States not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For Yours is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever and ever….Amen.
Little Sister’s Goodbye–A Letter
from Uncovered No More: praying for America
Dear Christian family,
I can see signs of change. Occasionally, I listen to Christian prophetic voices by reading on the Internet. I understand that much of what is testified or prophesied is not perfect, but it is relevant. Though I stay out of national and worldwide events except for prayer, I can say that my personal experience is such to indicate there has been some sort of shift in the spirit world. I have dreamed it, and I have witnessed it. I live in it and have known confirmation to what I testify through a prophetic voice at the Texas Ablaze Conference to which Curtis and I went in 2010.
Dr. Chuck Pierce taught us at the conference, and he said there had been a shift in September of 2008. I looked at him in astonishment when he said what he did, and then I mentally faded out after that. I was a living testament to what he prophetically proclaimed, yet I sat there in an inconsequential haze as a housewife who was in the midst of writing her first book. September is a very shocking month for me. Twenty-eight years before September of 2008, my dad’s brother, Edward Kenneth, died from Lou Gehrig’s disease. Then my own brother died ten days later.
Fast-forward to September 17, 2008, and my brother-in-law lay dying on the highway after a motorcycle accident. He miraculously lived. Three days before my brother’s death twenty-eight years before, the demons came for me. It was the day after Curtis told me the title of my book(s) would be Uncovered No More. While I know Dr. Pierce said September of 2008 was the catalyst, my personally greatest torment came in the days of December 21-23, 2008. December 24 saw me sitting in a chair in my room and taking one sip of hot tea with vinegar in it by accident; the bitterness was not a comfort. I cannot remember exactly all that happened, but there are figments of glimpses left.
My fight with something ferocious and terrifying in that entire month of December rendered me coming down the stairs the night of December 23 understanding that I felt I had been a part of something potentially large in the spirit, but the earth life was unaffected. I stayed upstairs in the fifth windowless bedroom that early morning, watching and waiting. I worshipped in a way I long to do again; however, it may not be for me until the time of no time. I saw what my brother is doing, and this healed my broken heart over his death.
By Christmas morning that year (2008), we knew I was going to survive. By January 2009, I knew my life would never be the same; and it isn’t, but I look normal. I have things like spider bites while writing book chapters happen to me occasionally. The last day of getting the initial first draft onto paper of this volume saw me fight in the spirit as I wrote the chapter “Prophetic Gifting is Desirable.” I wheezed my way through most of it as Curtis prayed over me while taking the children to the San Antonio Zoo. The physical attack hit after about four paragraphs into the chapter. It was because I had taken one over-the-counter painkiller to try to rid myself of the headache which persisted as I wrote, and the caffeine in the pill tripped my adrenal glands to the point of an overreaction. I had prophesied this episode a couple of nights before it happened by telling Curtis I thought perhaps there would be a fight to write that chapter like there had been to write “Jezebel and Silence”. (A chapter within the second volume now destroyed with my publisher all glory to God. Why was my writing destroyed? People were lying and the Almighty God had no choice. I am a representation of the 144,000 remnant seed men (Rev 14); and, I have the temple coming down from heaven in my mind. There was no choice for God Father and me: destroy the destroyer for Jesus.)
In mid- to late 2011, the Lord prophetically took me back to the drowning deaths of the five Yates children. Andrea Yates committed the horrible crime in a fit of insanity in Houston, Texas, on June 20, 2001. There were indications of both the strongholds of religion and the strongholds of Jezebel within that home. The Yates parents evidently had been exposed to Quiverfull doctrine.
Ten years later, as I was writing this book in 2011, I identified with Andrea Yates because I had almost been driven insane. But when the large demon jumped onto me, I was able to hand my four-month-old, Edward, over to my fourth child, Dorothy, because I realized I couldn’t take care of him. I was able to call Curtis, though I babbled at his answering machine and left him a message that I was possibly going to call 911. I had a Christian sister who called to talk to me because my two oldest daughters were going to help her move that awful day, and when I blurted out that I was not a good wife or mother uncontrollably, in a bit of shock, she prayed for me. And then I wandered out my front door only to meet Dad walking down the outdoor steps of our home because he had been upstairs talking to my mother. She was upstairs cleaning out the mess left when my mother-in-law was removed from our home.
I told Dad I needed to talk to him, and he led me into his office. As I began to babble at him, I told him I was going to divorce Curtis. (This is complete in the spirit realms; Curtis and I are now friends and nothing more or less all glory to God. As an elect woman of God I have been judged. The testimony of both the temple coming down out of heaven and the Son of Man is the glory being revealed on the earth. I would rather be destroyed than harm the Son of Man and His Life here. None of my witness crowd of the last ten years whom I was writing this letter to in 2011 felt that way; obviously.) And then I broke down and started to yell, “I’m insane! I’m insane!”
Dad jumped up out of his office chair and came around to me. He began to rebuke it in the name of Jesus. Insanity showed itself to him then, and I smile to say that this little ploy was not a very smart move on Insanity’s part. My daddy is, after all, a tried and true Texan. He is the typical sort of valiant male. He sees wickedness attacking those in his care, and he loses it.
With complete scorn in his eyes, Dad said, “You don’t scare me. Get off of her in the name of Jesus!” And then he kept rebuking it and told Insanity exactly where to go and exactly where it was not allowed to stay. But Andrea Yates had no one, no one. It is hard to understand the pain of demonic oppression unless you have experienced it. If you read the story of Andrea Yates, the suffering is not intertwined within the bare facts of her case, but I cannot imagine the years of torment that took this woman to the point of drowning her children. I hope the love of Christ has reached her now. Her suffering is what has allowed me to write about Philip and his four prophetic daughters.
Almost in tears, I will tell you it is a frightful thing to have people around you affected how I have had people around me affected. An uncle dead, a brother swept away, a brother-in-law lying in the street, my own mind significantly altered, and all of it connected across two families to me alone. Yes, I have felt very alone. I am a brother-less and sister-less person, though I have a husband, children, and parents all here. I thank God for His provision for me in my family because they keep me grounded. (This is August 2018 when I am adding notes of import that are updated. In my life forevermore the only Person(s) Who keep this little sister grounded is GOD ALMIGHTY amen.)
Our Christian friends have been estranged from us for no good reason. There were three brothers in Christ that my husband had to cut from fellowship to protect this family and me, particularly. The church situations as well as other Internet happenings that I had no control over had to be testified by me in volume one and even into volume two. I simply was only ever “there.” I do not like me sometimes.
I have understood that there is such a thing as the divine blindness of mercy. This concept is actually in a poem within the conclusion of volume one. In volume two, I have written of many issues of blindness of the demonic sort. But the blindness, which God allows in a life, is pure mercy. To understand what you are doing sometimes would only cause worry, fear, and other emotions. The Bible is true: God never allows any Christian to be tempted beyond what we are able. (First Corinthians 10:13) I well remember the day I realized what I had been doing for my entire life. Actually, this understanding didn’t even come all at once. God is so gracious, and His mercies are indeed new every morning.
Christianity is no different than any other people group right now: We have our wars, and we have rumors of them. Though I know the advancements in technology will not be stopped, I also know that Christians do not need to be enslaved by them. To be connected to worldwide and nationwide Christianity without intimate and meaningful connections at the home and local church level will bring us down further. Particularly, this is the case at the home level. To nod at globalism while getting on with grassroots living will require the faith of Abraham and Sarah to accomplish. God’s work is globally local, and I wonder if American Christianity needs to understand this better.
I watch people find ways not to practice the love dance with Jesus, which is repentance and forgiveness released within a Christian life and congregation. There is a lot of time wasted when Christians avoid this important component. For every moment of un-reconciliation among Christians, there is a baby dying, a woman crying, and a man hiding. The consequences perpetuate worldwide. When Christians allow this to happen, we pass up the opportunity to share in the sufferings of our Lord Jesus. If Christians across this land turn this dynamic around and realize the catalyst forgiveness and repentance can be, we will quite possibly experience and witness more miracles on this earth, which likely could be even more astonishing. (John 3:11-21; John 14:11-13).
However, repentance and forgiveness in tandem are not the very first necessary components for revival, restoration, and return to New Testament balance. There are Christians in this country who are arrogant enough that they are blind, as were the leadership who primarily crucified Christ (though I am not intimating that only men have this issue to say this because that is not the case). Humility is the choice for Christianity that will combat the root of pride that perpetuates demonic blindness.
In the fear of God, I will say what I have said any number of ways within this book: Christian women, the difficulties within the ranks of the youth in this country are in large part the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil being eaten by Eve. She does not understand the love of all loves as fully as she should. She does not understand the sacrifice made on her behalf. She is being arrogant in her own way.
In the fear of God, I will say what I have said any number of ways within this book: Christian men must understand that the difficulties within the ranks of women in this country are in large part the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil being eaten by Adam. He does not understand the love of all loves as fully as he should. He does not understand that the forgiven Eve is no longer in the transgression. He is being arrogant in his own way.
Oh people of America, I have this to say after ten long years: you should be like this song by George Michael. Instead, you are ashamed because you lost. You lost. You lost. I never fail. I never lose. And now I hate and love you righteously. It is all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen. Careless Whisperer by George Michael
In Exodus 32:7-14, the great man of God, Moses, did something astonishing. He asked the Lord God to blot his name out of the Book of Life for the sake of turning the anger of God from the children of Israel. God had asked Moses to let the children of Israel alone so He could destroy them one and all, and this was the courageous response Moses requested. God was pleased. He assured Moses there would be no blotting of his name from the book, and His anger was turned.
When I read Moses’s heart love for the people of God, I was struck to the core with shame. Would that I had the love willing to be blotted out and away from my Lord God in eternity, but I do not. However, there is the meeting of God where we can with what is within our hearts to do, and therefore I close this letter with the prayer of my diary the day that I was hit with repentance:
Oh God, though I cannot want to be blotted out of your book, I can say I would wish to lose my reward. I will not give up eternal fellowship with my Lord for stiff-necked people whom I see in this nation. But I could give up my reward, oh God, willingly, if you will but fall in repentance, remorse, and humility upon Christian people across America.
Ha Ha Ha Ha. I knew all along God Father took my reward. It is you America; I lost you. Thank GOD. In so doing I have gained Christ and the New Jerusalem. They deal with you, America. Jesus never loses. Of that I am way more sure than the fact that I look lost but it is you, America, that is lost in my testimony. No worries.
In the love of Christ,
Is Moses a Bad Guy?
August 10, 2014
So after all was said and done since 2014 began, our family needs to go back to church. When you’re a home school family that is large, your lifestyle is weird. And if your kids don’t get out in the great wide world then they are even weird-er, at least to most people around us. In an effort to be normal, I tend to require that we go to church. So does Curtis. And anyway, we all miss our family fellowship with the body of Christ if we stay away too long.
That being said, we haven’t been able to go to church for various weird reasons the past six years so our church attendance has been spotty at best. As we geared up to find a church this morning, I asked Curtis if we could go to the one my parents and I had gone to when we first moved to Austin. But when I looked on their website to get the time right to show up, I found out there is a female associate pastor now.
And I’m just saying, but I don’t get along with churches where the leadership are bedding down with Jezebel according to Revelation 2. These types of churches (charismatic and full gospel so to speak) are my closest of kin but my goodness, they just don’t get it about Revelation. After this morning, I understand why I had to go to one of their worship services earlier this year and shake the dust off my prophetic feet on a Friday night. It was to protect them. I think I shared about that on this website but I cannot find it to link. So I will simply mention how I don’t want to go to any church at the moment where I’ve had to retain forgiveness or remember some negativity. I am not praying for all this stuff anymore either so I need a nice, basic church experience.
So we scrambled a bit and decided to go to Austin Stone South. We had a good time all around. It seems like we will be able to settle in with these people and even go downtown on Sunday night for some good fellowship, teaching, and worship if we cannot make it Sunday morning. And then I thank The Lord, for His mercies endure in the night watches and the morning watches too.
On the way home, I had the three youngest children with me and we stopped at HEB for a few things to add to our chicken salad lunch. They were telling me what they had learned and done at Children’s Church. But before we drove into HEB, Edward (#10) piped up and asked, “Is Moses a bad guy?”
Edward is cute as a button, and he was wearing a super hero cape given to him at Children’s Church. Edward and his dad are fans of Captain America. As a matter of fact, this mother happens to understand Jesus and His Men are Captain America in the non-fiction world of the church of Revelation 22.
And so I said to my son, “No, Moses was a good guy.”
“Oh. I thought he was a bad guy.”
I don’t know how my sweet son got it all mixed up, but I had a little conversation in my head after Edward asked his question. Looks like I need to read him some Bible stories again so we can get this straightened out, and some day, I will tell him the story we are living now on this earth. In this story, his mother prays daily for all the super heroes in her midst, and there are not any bad-guy Moses there in the Name of Jesus.
Second Corinthians 12:1-7
It is not expedient for me doubtless to glory. I will come to visions and revelations of the Lord. I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven. And I knew such a man, (whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter. Of such an one will I glory: yet of myself I will not glory, but in mine infirmities. For though I would desire to glory, I shall not be a fool; for I will say the truth: but now I forbear, lest any man should think of me above that which he seeth me to be, or that he heareth of me. And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.
For I know that this shall turn to my salvation through your prayer, and the supply of the Spirit of Jesus Christ, according to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if I live in the flesh, this is the fruit of my labour: yet what I shall choose I wot not.
First John 3:1-3
Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not. Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is. And every man that hath this hope in him purifieth himself, even as he is pure.