Mary Margaret Brown had an open vision of
Jesus on the backside of a
mountain in Ky when she was 9 years old. Her life had many
twists and turns but she finally submitted to the call and
ministers full time for the Lord Jesus. She received two degrees
from the University of Kentucky but that did not fill the void
in her life. She taught and counseled in various positions until
she obeyed God to serve Him. It was on her Damascus Road
Experience that she began to see angels discussed in the Bible.
Years later God told her to write a book about the angels she
had seen and her interactions with them. She wrote On the Glory
Road with God and His Angels in 2001 and it has been sent to 35
countries and over 60 ministries. The revised version (2008) can
be purchased at Amazon.com, Booksurge.com and other retail and
outlet stories throughout the world.
Visit Mary Margaret online at
http://jesus-angels.com
"Interesting and attention grabbing. Her story is very
unique and I have never read anything like it before...Mary
Margaret Brown is a very spiritual person and besides this
book she shares the Word of God as a minister and as the
President of the Standing in the Gap ministry. I recommend
this book to anyone who wants to read an autobiographical
account of one woman’s spiritual journey and to those
interested in the subject of angels and their purpose..." Rebbecca Reads Review
PageOneLit.com:
Where did you grow up and was reading and writing a part of your life?
Who were your earliest influences and why?
Mary Margaret Brown: I grew up in Mt. Sterling, Ky,
35 miles east of Lexington, a small town of about 5,000 people that
might include the county population.
The earliest influence came from my
oldest sister. She seemed to take me over as my grandmother did not
move to Mt. Sterling with us. Nurturing me may have allowed her to
escape housework. Louise started me in her home school when I was about
three. I could print my ABC’s, and all of my four siblings’ and
parents’ names. I could also recite many nursery rhymes. The other
sister Jean took me to school with her to recite poetry; so she could
get out class. But I believe she was proud of me too. That’s why the
word spread in our small county that I was “smart.”
As I grew up, I read everything I
could get my hands on, even my sisters love novels. At an early age, we
had this big farmhouse that sat on a hill, and we could see for miles
around. Upstairs were two big rooms that had a walk in closet the
length of the rooms. I would go there to read my grandfather’s black
ministry books and close the door behind me and talk to God. Grandfather
was a Christian minister, and I heard everyone talking how well
respected he was. My grandmother loved him very much, but he died
before I was borne. I wanted to emulate him. I would go into the walk
in closet, open his books and pretend to preach to the crowd, possibly
angels. I could sense the presence of other beings, but did not see
anyone. It was supernatural the way that I could read those books at
the level they were written at my age, but in the closet, I could. I
think I was about four when my grandmother Brown moved to live on the
next farm down the road from us. My grandmother told me about
Grandfather Brown, as she rocked me in that old rocking chair.
I missed my grandmother before she
moved to be near us, and I wanted to write her a letter. Even though I
could write and spell our names, I was not writing letters. I addressed
the letter to Dear Grandma, and signed it with my name, but I made all
m’s on the lines. Mother mailed it to her. When grandmother died
nearly six years later, mother found my letter in her trunk of
valuables. Mother asked if I wanted to keep it, and being a young
child, I said, no. I thought my siblings would make fun of me for
thinking I could write at that age. My middle sister was a real
bully with me. But I wish I had it now.
My grandmother Brown had the
greatest influence on my life. I loved her as a mother. We lived with
her when I was born. I was always with her until I was three yeas old,
until we moved away. Mother had four other children to care for, so she
had little time for me. As a baby, I rejected my mother’s milk, because
it was too rich or she didn’t have enough for me. I am not quite sure
why. My grandmother took me over and fed me oats which probably kept me
alive. I was aware of her unconditional love for me. I felt safe with
her. Children sense things, and I have never lost that child like
sensing ability. Grandmother would turn away any of the grandchildren
to take care of my needs. A few noticed that and became jealous. I
knew that I could always depend upon her. Her word was her bond. She
was my first love.
My sister Louise was, of course,
instrumental in opening the world of words to me by teaching me to read
and write before I went to school. I developed a love of the written
word. In the 4th grade we got a new teacher. I had lost my
wonderful vivacious grandmother, and I was so very sad. I yearned to
find out about heaven and where my precious grandmother had gone. The
teacher’s name was Mrs. Pearl Hatfield, probably the most-godly woman I
had ever met. (It was a one room schoolhouse; so she was everyone’s
teacher, but she told my sister that I was special to her when Jean
teased her about favoring me during those years.) My father did not
like the way the former teacher had treated me, allowing her daughter to
slap me in the face while in class. My father was incensed and went to
see the Superintendent, Mrs. Nell McNamara (She became a lifelong
friend). The first teacher was replaced by “Ms Pearl.” I had Ms. Pearl
for three years, 4th through 6th grades. In those
three years, I became grounded in the Word of God.
Ms. Pearl loaned me her Bible in
storybook form to read as I poured over the scriptures looking for
answers to where my grandmother was. Sometimes, I would not go outside
at recess or lunch time to play in order to read more of His Word and
searching for answers. Even though I was small and looked delicate, I
was quite an athletic. I tried out and was selected over other boys for
the boys’ softball team. One of the boys who had tried out for the team
and was not chosen said he and his brother who was crippled both had a
crush on me and were shocked that I could beat them at playing ball.
But their affection did not dampen it seems. I was not aware of their
feelings, and really enjoyed sports.
Of all the people that I have known
in my life, my grandmother was the one who taught me the Agape love of
Christ. Years later when Ms. Pearl and I met at school where we both
worked, there was that kindred bond of a Christian. You know you are
accepted in the beloved.
My grandmother was a woman of much
trauma, but you never observed her feeling sorry for herself or seeking
pity. She told a joke with great gusto making all who heard roar with
laughter. There were times when I could see the sadness in her eyes,
but I would tell her to rock me and sing to me, and she forgot her own
sorrows as she lovingly sang those old hymns. Everyone who knew her
enjoyed visiting her; but some came because she held the purse strings
in the family and they needed money. A cousin said that she remembered
what she heard her people say about grandmother was “everyone respected
her.”
She was an astute businesswoman
also. My grandfather was a preacher and also owned the only local
grocery. Even though she had servants or they called them hired help
for household chores, she did the cooking and could she cook! After the
civil war my grandfather’s family owned 1200 acres of land, but gave
much of it to the returning soldiers and their families who had
nothing. You can understand the breed of people who are in my family
tree. I came from good stock.
Grandmother was a gourmet cook.
Daddy learned to cook by helping her in the kitchen. Dad taught mother
to cook when they married.
Grandmother repeatedly told me that
I came from royal blood and never to forget it.
Those who have traced our family
tree found that she was correct. She made me believe that with God all
things were possible. Someday, all wrongs would be dealt with in God’s
time. It was scripturally correct to think well of oneself.
Ms. Pearl gave me several
scriptures and I can recall one or two: I can do all things through
Christ who strengthened me; and this is the day the lord has made, let
us rejoice and be glad in it. Those were words on the banners that I
put up in my classroom in the first prison where I taught. No one
challenged me either, crying separation of church and state. I had some
very powerful godly women around me to pour the word into me. God made
sure that I received a good grounding in the word.
My favorite Psalm was 23. I
memorized it and quoted it almost daily. This Psalm contains all the
different characteristics of God, and I think that having said that over
and over so frequently caused me never to be broke. I had money when
others did not because God miraculously provided for me through others.
My dad made tremendous amounts of money during the depression. I wonder
now, was it because of the prayers of mother and perhaps me?
My mother was a devout Christian
and prayed about everything. We prayed a lot together as I grew older,
for my big sis had moved away, and my grandmother was with the Lord. My
mother was the hardest working woman that I have ever met, and so very
talented and smart. She would go to the store and see a dress she
liked, return home and cut out a pattern and sew it for me. I had my
own designer living with me. I have continued to love beautiful
clothes. Mother had a lot of ginger in her short frame, and she was a
lioness when it came to protecting her family. She was a devoted mother
and wife. Mother had one of the largest funerals in the town where she
and dad finally resided according to the funeral director. Everyone
loved her, and no one said an unkind word about her. She believed
Proverbs 22 a good name was better than all the world’s riches. She
lived to be almost l00, and I don’t know of one enemy she had.
My father inspired me to know the
truth and the truth will set you free. It was unfortunate for any of
the children if we ever lied to him. That was his creed, and I find
that I too want the truth more than whitewashing anything. My father
was known for his honesty, truthfulness, and fair dealing” in the
communities where we lived. He taught me “to laugh and the world laughs
with you, cry and you cry alone.” Through his many disappointments and
tragedies, he had overcome the evil dealt him and could laugh and
praise God with great joy.
Since the time that I can remember
things clearly, I have had a pencil and paper in my hand. Everywhere I
travel I take pen and paper with me because I may need to write down a
vision or word from the Lord or an address of someone I want to
remember. I write down the visions and revelations God has given me,
whenever they occur. Unfortunately, I forget sometimes to date them.
PageOneLit.com: Why do you write?
Mary Margaret Brown: I dearly love
to write. I seem to come closer to God as I put my intimate thoughts on
paper. I remember reading very early, “the pen is mightier than the
sword,” and that quote stayed with me. Dramatic changes in the world
have been made because someone wrote something that changed the
situation. The Bible is a good example of how people felt so passionate
about putting the printed Word into the people’s hands, that they gave
their lives to perform the work. In college, the last paper that I
submitted in Counseling, which was on Carl Rogers, the instructor
recommended that I try to get it published. I felt that it was not that
good, so I didn’t try. I wrote a lot in teaching assignments and
journals. I write about everything. I am a visual learner and not so
much by hearing, which is how faith comes.
I worked with a man at IBM called
Glenn Kerfoot, who helped me with my second semester freshman English
when I returned to school part time in the evenings. Glenn teased me a
lot about my style of writing. In like manner, I teased him about his
style.
After I left IBM to return to
school fulltime, he wrote the book, “Keep it Simple, Stupid,” and it was
in great demand to train executives, etc., to write more succinctly. I
have a copy of that book. He was well known in Lexington, and I believe
throughout the country. He called my writing, “the Poison Pen of Peggy
Brown.” (Peggy is my nickname which I acquired when my catholic boss
kept calling me Margaret Mary. It is short for Margaret). Glenn was a
jolly fellow, and I enjoyed our camaraderie. Like my grandmother, I
loved a good clean laugh, and I can laugh a lot at myself. I don’t know
if Glenn is alive today or not. If so, I wonder, what he would say
about me?
PageOneLit.com: Your Bio reads that you met Jesus on the backside of a
mountain in Montgomery County Kentucky at the age of nine. Please
explain. You strayed from God - Explain that time period of your life.
How old were then?
Mary Margaret Brown: My
grandmother’s demise left me shaken and alone. I had been told she had
gone to heaven; so I prayed night and day to hear from her or to get
some answers from God. My older siblings had moved on to a school for
advanced students, and I was alone as I walked from school. There were
no school buses in our school, so we all had to walk or be driven by our
parents. One day as I was walking on the old railroad tracks of our
neighbor’s farm, about a half mile or less from our home, I saw a Spirit
and walked right up to Him. I was excited to see what I construed to be
Jesus. I know now that He was the Holy Spirit directing me to Jesus. I
was saved or born again on that day when I was about nine years of
age.
I wanted to question Jesus about my
grandmother. The book tells what happened that day. Later I saw Jesus
farther up the road beside the pond. He offered to baptize me (I
thought it was water baptism because we were at a pond, but it may have
been the Baptism in the Holy Spirit. I had not been taught anything
about that experience.). I was afraid to go into the water. Mother
would not want me to ruin my dress in the muddy water. I don’t believe
I could have explained what I had experienced on these trips. I kept
all this to myself for they were special moments with God. Until God
told me to write this book, I don’t believe I shared my experiences with
anyone.
We moved from the country to the
city for a couple of years and then back to the country, and finally
back to the city, and I did not communicate as much with God. I wanted
to be with my young friends.
I loved to dance, and it kept me
out of trouble because I had a number of boyfriends who could dance or I
would teach them. (I did debating and speech work and got several awards
and a scholarship in speech.) Most people know George Clooney, his
father, Nick, was a disc jockey in Lexington when I was young woman. He
came to Stanton to judge a jitterbugging contest. (This was my parents’
last move to start a grocery business that eventually made my brother a
multimillionaire). I was visiting them. My sister insisted I enter the
contest with my partner, a 6 feet 9 ¾ inches former basketball player.
He had played forward on Morehead State College basketball team, and I
taught him to dance. The first time we tried to dance, I came up to his
belt buckle and I thought I would end up with a belt buckle in my face.
We entered and won.
I saw Nick Clooney at a Lincoln
Centennial Celebration in Lexington, and he remembered me from that
contest. Nick said he had my picture on his wall behind his desk in his
office. I asked if I could have it, and he said, no. He signed his
book for me, and I gave him a copy of mine. I commented about George
his son, and how well George, his son, was doing in Hollywood. Nick said, “Yes,
George was his retirement policy,” and laughed. That should be a nice
retirement.
I taught a Sunday class when I was
a freshman and sophomore in high school, and the teacher told mother how
amazed they were at my knowledge of the Bible. But I wanted more to be
with my friends and dance than, to be in church. For a few years all I
wanted to do was to go out to movies, date, and dance. I had moved to Lexington,
but I dropped out of college in my second semester. The load was to
heavy to date steadily and take a full load and work full time. My
boyfriend at the time went to the army, before he completed his law
degree. His Congressman, the late Carl Perkins, recommended that
James
should get the military service behind him.
I dated others, but I had never
forgotten my first love Jerry that I met in high school. He was
bookkeeper from Arkansas. Before I graduated, his job took him back to
Arkansas.
I moved to Lexington to attend
College, I met a young man who was just a friend, Jim Bunning, whom I
called Bunny. We talked about our loves and went to movies, etc. but I
went home to Mt. Sterling every week end. When I returned from a
weekend away, I found that Bunny had left school to follow a career in
professional baseball. Later Bunny became a congressman from Northern
Ky. In my book, the man who worked as a bartender at the party worked
with Bunny, and I told Bunny I did not like the man. He was scary to
me. I had him sized up accurately.
I don’t think I ever fell in love
with anyone but Jerry from Arkansas and Jim from Florida; so the others
were someone I spent time with and always the word that I got from the
Lord, about being alone like Paul and serving him came back to prevent
me from marrying any of them. Jesus is more realistic than anyone I
knew.
After dropping out of college, and
working other places, I went to work for IBM. Harry worked down the
hall from me, and he was a very deceptive man. I believe, when we broke
up, he wanted to make me suffer. It is in the book. I was a virgin
until I was 28. Harry had influence at his work to get him transferred
and avoid the scandal of what had happened. IBM avoided scandals. Harry
lives in North Carolina, Raleigh, and so do Jack the football player and
another one, who escorted me to a dance one time. My cousin lives there
near one.
PageoneLit.com:
Are you an ordained bishop? You have 40 years in evangelistic
ministry -- Three questions: For those who don't know the Lord and are
lost what do you say to them? What does God want from each of us daily?
How important is prayer?
Mary Margaret Brown: I am an
ordained minister of God and my title as CEO of Standing in the Gap is
Apostle. It is set up based upon Ephesians 4:11, Apostle, Prophet,
Evangelist, Pastor and teacher. We are a tax exempt organization based
out of Kentucky.
The saddest words that one will
ever hear, is depart from me you workers of iniquity, I never knew you.
If I am dealing with the lost, I ask the Holy Spirit to guide me in what
to say, sometimes I shock them, other times, I am very understanding and
loving, but always the goal is to get them to see, they need Jesus and
His blood. Sometimes, I act as if I am telling a third person to get
my point across. Always act in love if the Lord is leading in that
direction. Tell them Jesus died on the cross for them, and he loves
them more than anyone can ever love them. Maybe you could ask, “How
many people do you know who will die for you?” Or I might say, “Are you
a Christian? How do you know that you are? If you should die tonight,
where do you think you will spend eternity?”
There are multiple ways to approach
the subject of salvation but allow the person to speak and gear in on
what is being said. I am a counselor, and I can pick up on their
conversation and bring it back around to the message. Some of my
spiritual friends have seen fire come out of my mouth when I speak, and
at other times, I exude love. Like Paul, I am all things to all people
and what their need is at the moment. I have prayed for people to be
delivered from demons, a deaf mute to speak, etc, and believe that God
will hear and deliver them. They were healed.
Walk with the Lord daily. He just
wants our heart and our obedience. Be open to what He is saying and
always be obedient. Study his word, pray, and live out the l3th
commandment. Walk in love.
Prayer is what moves God to act to
protect us, etc. One person can pray down revivals like Charles
Finney. When you are in the right relationship with God, there is
nothing impossible for you. God wants us to spend time in praying in
our own language and in our prayer language -- tongues--is the power of
God to move God. Prayer is behind every revival in history. Prayer was
what ushered in Jesus by Anna the prophet. God says over and over, I
have heard your prayers. It is our communication with God, and it
should be daily not just for what we want but the needs of other
people. He teaches us to intercede for our nation and our world and
pray for specific acts, like overturning Roe vs Wade.
I prayed for Prayer to be put back
in schools and believed that it could and would be.
Pray in faith believing. I have a
done a series on “Prayer” and it has been well received by my board and
others. I offer it on line. I speak on most subjects in the bible, and
prayer is a favorite subject. I am known in this area as a prayer
warrior, one guy said, “Now bring out your big guns,” referring to me.
I have prayed for a number of churches to be blessed and they have, in
buildings, membership, other ways of strengthening faith also.
PageOneLit.com: Briefly discuss your book "ON THE GLORY WITH GOD AND
ANGELS". You write, "I have been blessed by the Lord to see both parents
after their death." Explain.
Mary Margaret Brown: You rarely
find many of the mainstream church goers speaking about visions. Norval
Hayes in Tennessee believes in them, and Kenneth Hagin from Oklahoma,
one of the leading evangelists in our time speaks to the people about
his visions. Some may not have one vision in a lifetime and be very
devout Christians, but Jesus was instructed by the Father through
visions all the time while he was on earth. It was quite normal to
Jesus, and it is quite normal to me. I have been having visions since I
was nine years old. That was when I accepted Jesus as my Lord and
savior. When I was not reading my Bible and praying as much, I did not
have the visions that I now have. I returned to the Lord in 1973, and
he appeared in a vision to show me that He is the only measuring stick.
In the Old Testament, they were
called prophets or seers. I am what the New Testament Prophet is all
about. Most people that I lay hands on and pray for feel the power of
God coming through my hands. Their heads get hot or if I am holding
their hands, they get hot. It is the dunamis power of God flowing
through me. People are guided by the visions I receive for them, and
they are correct 100 per cent of the time. A vision must always line up
with the word of God. I discuss visions in the book.
God told me to write the book to
show people the ministry of angels, because he told me that I had seen
more angels than anyone on earth. I should tell what I had seen. I
believe that included the saints of old. As in my research, I found no
one who could describe the angels and Jesus the way that I have. It is
a classic book for all Christians. On the Glory Road with God and His
Angels is about my journey with the Lord. I was called and ordained much
as the Apostle Paul. I tell about my struggles and my victories with
Him. It is about the amazing grace of God to save a daughter who wanted
to go her own way but found nothing satisfied but Jesus.
I describe the Lord and his visits
to earth to see me. I describe the angels, Michael, Gabriel and others
who carry out the plans of God. You will learn that God intervenes in
the affairs of men to save his children. My journey is filled the great
manifestation of God and His angels as they give supernatural protection
in our everyday lives.
I describe how God will bring
revival to America and its neighbors. A friend of mine’s friend who has
read this edition of the book told my friend, that she had never in all
her years of missionary work and her family, known of anyone who had the
experiences that I had. My friend could not wait to leave art class to
read the book.
These are the kinds of remarks that
have I received on the book, since the last publication. It is a great
faith builder from my intimate personal knowledge of God and His Angels.
I can not fully explain why God
allows me to see people who have passed on to the next world, but he
has. I saw my grandmother in a dream and my cousin had the same dream,
and we are not psychic as that is forbidden by God. I do not try to
communicate with anyone unless the Lord indicates to me that I can.
Another explanation is that I am seeing the Holy Spirit take the form of
some one to lead me to either pray for or praise the Lord for an
answer. I can not fully understand it, but I have been blessed by
visions that indicate to me that our loved ones are working not lying
around playing harps on a cloud.
This is not for publication but
last year, I was up to my knees in snakes (spiritual demons) at a local
church that the Lord had sent me. The pastor was widowed, and I knew
both he and his deceased spouse. I had recommended to some people I knew
at another church to attend his church, and now I realized that instead
of him helping them, he was falling into a trap or a snare of one. The
deceased wife appeared to me as I opened my microwave, to tell me that
was why I was at that church to protect her widowed husband’s church “to
protect him.” I learned the woman I had sent was like a spider hiding
in churches and waiting to devour men. She had never been caught. She
was like a black widow spider killing her mate. I sensed the first
time I met her at another church that she was hiding something, but it
was not clear then. The pastor appeared to be very much interested in
her and showed his feelings for her. Others saw evil in her but said
nothing. However, one lady pastor did call the pastor after she had
left the church to warn him, but he had not heeded her warning. I did
not know the lady who had called the pastor at the time, but met her
later, and we exchanged visions.
I finally bit the bullet and told
the pastor what I saw. I was not a happy camper. He did seem to want
to know. He seemed to turn a cold shoulder to me and to his friend. My
best friend now who had been with him for 20 years saw the evil in the
woman also, and said nothing. She just acknowledged it to me. She,
too, left that church because of the lies that the women were speaking
against me, she said. This spider woman led the attack of lying spirits
against me. I felt evil every time the spider woman would sit behind me
and tap me on the shoulders. There was also an evil smell permeating
around me, when she was near. Others noticed how she tried to annoy me
and a friend of hers did the same, calling them and spreading lies. My
friends responded that they did not believe a word they were saying, but
I did not want to stay any longer. I didn’t want any part of
busybodies in the church. I prayed numerous times to the Lord to be
released to go elsewhere, and one day the Lord said, “You are free to
go.”
Recently my good friend, when she
met the pastor and his daughter at Sam’s Club, told why she left was due
to all the gossip which she said was not of God. Shortly afterward, I
got an invitation to his church, but I did not return. I did not know
about the conversation until recently. God had already shown me in a
vision that he and his new wife would be the first on board my vessel
when it docked at his port. Explanation: A boat in visions is
considered a ministry and the pastor and his wife, and I had never seen
her before, came on board, with him leading her. I knew that he would
marry someone else and I could see what she looked like in the vision.
I have been told by more than one that the spider lady is now looking
for another church. I sent a letter to the spider lady that I would
pray for her deliverance, but she did not respond to my invitation.
Sometime, my job is not the most pleasant one but someone has to do it.
My work there was finished. I
believe the Lord showed me the visions because he loves me and knows
that he can trust me. I am not going off into some strange new religion
like the cult of Mormons, as they are way off. I look at the visions,
and ask myself does it draw me closer to God or take me away from him,
and the two ways to test the spirits are in my book. I also believe
that I have a special assignment with God, and He has equipped me with
the tools to complete that calling. He knows that I will do what he
tells me and leave the results to him. “Obedience is better than
sacrifice.” Jesus is my best friend, and you tell your best friends
everything.
Am I special? I think all
Christians are special to God. I don’t know why God gives me so many
revelations but I am quite impressed God has given me this wonderful
gift. I know that it is all about him and what he wants done, not me or
my desires. But I know to whom much is given, much is required.
I praise him for showing me where
my loved ones are; so that I do not have to be concerned about those who
have passed over. He gives the peace in the midst of the storm.
The Lord is the one who opens up
the understanding to see into the Spirit world. I can not do this on my
own, but as the Holy Spirit wills it. He is the giver of the gifts. And
this gift is called Discerning of Spirits. I Corinthians 13 states
there are nine gifts of the spirit. I have a teaching tape on the gifts
also. Billy Graham says there may be a spiritual kingdom going at the
same time as we are in the natural world. He believes in the spiritual
world, as he wrote a book on angels. Billy has not had the experiences
that I have to write about or I believe that he would have written it
down. I met his son Franklin Graham at a meeting in Lexington. I
believe him to be a man of God like his father.
Bye the bye, I had a retired
Assembly of God minister today, who read my first book, told me how much
he enjoyed the first edition, and added, “You are a smart woman” I
didn’t ask further, but I was pleased that he complimented me. I think
one is smart to follow Jesus.
I knew at an early age that I
wanted Jesus in my life forever, but I was not always faithful to the
calling. I knew I had a calling like Paul, which is special, and of
course, Paul had visions and revelations that caused the devil to
dispatch a special messenger to harass Paul all his life which ended in
martyrdom. Ephesians shows Paul asking for that gift, and I used to
read Ephesians every day putting my name in the verses. You can read
Ephesians and see what Paul is saying. By your words you will justified,
and by your words you will be condemned. I have had many pray over me
and prophesy to what a great warrior I was, and that God had called me
as a chosen one, etc., a set apart one. I know that I have a special
calling, but it is not about me but all about Him.
The Lord told me one time at a
prayer meeting to ask this one lady I did not know to lay hands on me
and pray for me. She had been praying all night, she said. She was
anointed. She first asked me to sit, then to stand, then to sit, as the
people around said, “You better sit, as you will be slain if you
stand.” Finally she told me to sit, and I did. I had never been slain
in the spirit, but I wanted all that God had to offer me. (You see
people are slain in the spirit when someone lays hands on them, who have
a greater amount of anointing than they have experienced before, and
they fall out under the power). I was looking forward to what God had
to tell me through her.
She tried to lay hands on me but
kept circling me from one side to the other, and I wondered, when is
she going to lay hands on me, Lord? She just keeps circling from
side to side. She hasn’t touched me yet, what is the problem?
She was talking about the most beautiful painting she had ever seen. I
didn’t quite understand what she was saying but she did confirm some
words I had received from God. After about 10 to 15 minutes she came
toward me to lay hands on me, and she was slain in the spirit, but not
me. Did I do the painting she was talking about? I don’t know. I may
be the painter in the picture that she said God was painting. He does
guide my hands when I am at my easel, and I pray about each painting.
At an exhibit with about 149 more,
a lady came up to me at the door where I was greeting, and she told me
that one of my paintings was the most beautiful painting she had ever
seen and wanted one for her college graduation. The words of the
prophet reverberated in my mind. Would I paint the most
beautiful picture with God’s help? I don’t know; Satan has been
fighting me in this area for weeks. But with God all things are
possible.
One person at my church recently
said that you do not understand who you are in Christ. You are
powerful, but I knew that. One had said that I would not let go of the
horns of the altar until the answer came. The horns represent power.
My relationship with God is very
intimate and special. I have walked with him for many years. He is my
best friend and my confidante. I love him with all my heart and there
is no one else who could ever take his place in my heart. No man or
woman can fill the void but him.
The psychics and mediums on TV are
of the devil, and I can’t stand to see people asking them questions. I
wrote to Montel Williams on ABC telling him he could lose his soul for
having Sylvia Browne the witch on his show, deceiving people. People
are admonished not to listen to witches, or to seek wisdom from tarot
cards and fortune telling, or mediums. It is dangerous. People who
sought witches for wisdom in the Old Testament were stoned to death I
told Montel to ask me to come on at the same time as Sylvia Browne and
see what she could do. He never invited me, and I sent him several
emails. Browne would be rendered helpless in my presence.
I foiled a psychic at my friend
Larry’s funeral, when he tried to read the minds of people present.
This is not innocent fun; it is of the devil, and the consequences are
disastrous. He was a local lawyer putting on an exhibition of his
power, but he told those present that he could not do anything because
of me. The devil knows me, and I know him; and he is under my feet.
Get me on Montel’s show with Sylvia Browne, and I will challenge her as
Elijah did the false prophets of his day. People are so gullible when
it comes to such evil.
First of all, I want people to know
that God is a very personal God. He has given us all assignments that
he wants us to execute. All of us have a divine destiny. I was
instructed by God to write the book to explain to people what angels do
and how they minister to born again believers. They give supernatural
protection. They observe everything that we do and probably make notes
for the Father along with the Holy Spirit. God does not want us
ignorant of the spiritual world, which is more real than ours.
I want people to see angels as
being created by God and not to be worshipped. Instead of an angel
craze, I would like to see a Jesus craze. Put everything into
perspective. Don’t seek angels, but the Lord. I feel that God wants to
reveal more about angels to me as he revealed things to Paul, and he
wrote them down for posterity. I believe the book is unique, and it is
one of a kind. I have not found anything like it in any library in
town. It is a “page turner”as my cousin described it. You will see God
performing one miracle after another to protect his child. I think God
wanted people to know that one person committed to the Lord can make a
difference in this world. I know God wants me to complete my mission
“to publish his name in all the world and then the end would come.” That
is why I wrote the book, On the Glory Road with God and His Angels. I
believe God watches over his word to perform it.
I have been told that the Muslims
like to read about angels, and perhaps we can reach a few before it is
eternally too late. When the war broke out in Iraq, I began to pray
that the soldiers would bring the gospel into that country the same as
it happened in Korea. (There is the largest Christian church in the
world in Seoul, Korea). I was concerned about the troops going for
days without sleep and food, and so I prayed. In a vision, I saw Jesus
on the scene, reaching out his hands to them. That may have been the
only way God could get into that country of Muslims to reach them before
they were lost forever. At the end of my vision, I saw a man in heaven
in black ready to straddle the black horse, which represents
hunger. I believe the man in black is riding the black horse
representing hunger. We are experiencing a world-wide hunger of people
who not only need food but the word of God.
I wrote Prime Minister Blair about
the vision, and he sent me a very nice thank you note, which is framed
and on my wall. (Queen Elizabeth came to the Derby that next year, and
we were allowed to show the exhibit from London about the beginning of
horse racing.) I understand that Blair is a Christian. I believe the war
brought the Word of God into Iraq when it could not be brought in
otherwise. I do not debate the merits of the war, but God will use
whatever means necessary to bring lost souls into his kingdom. God used
the destruction of 6 million Jews to set up a new country for them,
Israel. It was not God’s plan, but his plan will be carried out to the
exact time and place.
I have sent the first book to
Turkey by missionaries to be translated into Farci. It will be sneaked
into Iraq by missionaries as a witnessing tool for them. Please pray
they will be successful. Christians in Iraq are hungry for a Word from
God. I also sent a book to China to be used by an English school
teacher who will translate it into Chinese to show the exciting things
that happens when you believe in the Christian God. She wanted it as a
witnessing tool also. They are not allowed to proselyte in China. This
would be an indirect method of spreading the Word. I have also ordained
a man in Pakistan who visited America a couple of years ago. He asked
permission to print the book in his country, where Christians are being
persecuted also. I gave permission.
The Lord insisted that I write the
book, and He gave me two examples to build up my faith to know that I
could. It is up to Him as to what the world thinks of it.
PageOneLit.com: "ON THE GLORY WITH GOD AND ANGELS" is a very special and
wonderful book -- Tell everyone what God and you want to achieve with
the message of this book.
Mary Margaret Brown: When
a Christian dies, his body goes into the ground but his spirit and soul
go to be with the Lord in either the second or third heaven. Satan
occupies the sky heaven and the second heaven is not talked about. but
we know that God the Father and Jesus are in the third heaven. Paul said
to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. There is a
possibility that there is a place of transition perhaps in the second
heaven because it might be a great shock to see the gold and diamonds
all around the 3rd heaven. My father appeared across the river to say it
was beautiful over there. I have been to heaven and seen the throne of
God surrounded by angels. There is an ethereal glow in heaven, and it is
so beautiful and pure. All of this was made possible by the death of
Jesus on the cross before that man who died in faith went to Paradise
and waited for Jesus to appear to free him. Until Jesus, they were not
in heaven except of course, Elijah and Enoch were translated whether to
the third or second, I don't know.
PageOneLit.com: What
next?
Mary Margaret Brown: What next?
I am still writing. Another book is in the works on women in the Bible
and what Paul actually said. It is about half completed. I have book
signing engagements to schedule, Promotions, Festivals, and an art
exhibit in two months.
PageOneLit.com: What was the last book you read?
Mary Margaret Brown: Good
Christian books I read over and over like the Bible. The book,“ Power
of the Blood” by Maxwell White, I have read several times. I believe
this book on angels that I have written is a classic. I also read and
study art books; I have several of the masters. I read commentaries and
expositors, and do research in the library.
PageOneLit.com: Do you have any hobbies? What are they? How do they
enhance your writing?
Mary Margaret Brown: I love to
paint and I have had so much interest in my art, I may use one for a
cover on the next edition of the book. I have a gallery owner who will
give me a chance to exhibit my art in his business establishment in two
months.
Yes, I am inspired by a word that
was spoken over me by a woman who calls herself a prophet and the beauty
of nature, describing a picture to me. I see the sky which is so
beautiful where God lives and reigns. I see the ocean which represents
Jesus the word of God, purifying our bodies with water. The beautiful
trees and snow - capped mountains of Alaska looks as if God would step
down from his cloud any moment. Such great beauty could only come from
God.
As a counselor I know that art is
very therapeutic and cathartic. I love seeing what God has created, be
put on canvas for the world to enjoy. His beauty in nature draws people
to him.
I also love to travel and see
different cultures and interact with them.
I enjoy attempting to learn to play
the dulcimer and most music, especially contemporary Christian music. I
enjoy singing with a group.
I enjoy being with friends. I
enjoy working with causes to help overcome additions etc. A family
friend is working for a national congressman who is quite involved in
drug prevention, and I would like to help sometime. She has an article
written about this program in the latest James Dobson, Focus on the
Family Magazine. That program is called UNITE.
The greatest pleasure, to me, is
leading a lost soul to Jesus. Or telling a room full of thirsty souls
about the amazing grace of God, and delight them with his many
miracles.
I can not fathom how the
all-powerful God of the universe would take time to show so much
interest in puny little mankind. He is an awesome God. He loves us
and calls us his children. Amazing Grace!
