Still Running with the Vision

This man has driven more miles, visited more inmates, prayed for more patients, worn out more cars, and written more booklets/tracts than anyone I know. And he is a 92 year old man
with his own website: V.V. McCoy Outreach Ministries: Preaching Peace, Perfecting Purpose, & Imparting the Prophetic.
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He has been in full-time ministry as long as I can remember. He has planted churches, pastored many more, and evangelized from one end of Tennessee to the other. He has done mission work and served as a volunteer chaplain. I believe he has been inside of all 600 rooms at Jackson General Hospital; probably several times over. Ask any A/G preacher around here if they know Brother V.V. and they will probably have a story or two to tell you.
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He has dedicated babies, performed wedding ceremonies, and preached funerals and homecomings. He has mentored and sent lay people and ministers alike. He has lived the Word of God and lived it well. And he is still living and preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
I don't know how much longer he will be on this earth, but I guarantee you he will not quit preaching until he breathes his last breath. It is my prayer that he leaves this life in his sleep, because I know he wouldn't want to be cut off right in the middle of a good text. (smile)
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Please pray for my Great-Uncle V.V. McCoy. His wife of 70 years is now in the nursing home. She has Alzheimers and he could no longer care for her at home. His health too is beginning to wane. He was admitted into the hospital earlier this week. His heart is weak but his mind is still sharp. He quotes the Bible, chapters at a time. Prayers and prophetic words are always on his lips. Just this evening, he prayed for one of his nurses. She said he spoke the very scriptures that she needed to hear.
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I just wanted to give him some roses while he is still living. I thank God for Uncle V.V. and I love him.

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**** Late addition: You can find full copies of his works at this site.

LCF & My Spiritual Father

Just a little background info related to my 08/10/07 post about the awesome conference I attended in NM. You may remember back in May I posted an e-mail from my father in the ministry. His name is Earl McQuitty and he is the senior pastor of Liberty Christian Fellowship. He is also the vice president of Vision Ministries which is headed by Pastor Wilford Carrasco.



It was springtime 1991. I had just moved to Colorado as a newly wedded transplant from TN. We were looking for a church home. After shopping* around a bit my husband suggested ____ in Aztec, NM. I don't remember the date, but I recall the experience. It was on a Sunday morning and we had arrived for morning worship service. As we crossed the threshold I felt the Presence of God and knew we had found home.



We were welcomed with smiles and hugs. The music was the old-time Pentecostal kind that I had enjoyed all my life. Pastor McQuitty preached the Truth with anointing and fire. We were invited back for the evening service. The only problem was that we lived 60 miles away.



Sister McQuitty said we could stay in the evangelist's quarters for the afternoon if we wanted to stay close until the evening service. We did and that was the beginning of a relationship that has grown dearer as the years have gone by.



We relocated to Aztec and found jobs locally. It wasn't very long before Pastor had put us to work in the church. He recognized God's call on our lives and began to train us in the ministry. Rather than try to sum it up in a post, I'll just list a few events to bring the story current.

• At some point we needed a larger facility and another church needed some folks. We moved to Farmington, NM and merged with another local church.


• This actually happened twice in the 9 years I served under Pastor McQuitty.


• In 1999, my hubby and I moved back to TN. God allowed us to have almost 2 years with my mother before He called her home.


• Every time we have visited w/Pastor, he has offered to bring his truck and trailer to TN. In other words, help us move back to NM.


• He now pastors Liberty Christian Fellowship. He has several ministers on staff as well as a full compliment of teachers, musicians, and singers. He continues to train and equip leaders for today and for the future.
• LCF serves as a mother church to a growing number of churches in Nigeria; where souls are being saved daily and miracles happen every service.

Please remember Pastor McQuitty in your prayers. He has chronic back and foot pain that often hinders his pace. If I have any one earthly person to credit with success in ministry, it is Pastor Earl D. McQuitty.

* shopping is not the same as church hopping. Shoppers have their roots in the Lord and want a place to serve. Hoppers have little roots of any sort.

Shouting Life

My PaPaw is shouting life! See last paragraph. Thank you.



This relatively new site is a spin-off of MySpace. I haven't joined because I do well to post here a couple of times per week. My sister over at Beneath the Ivy Wreath has joined and finds it a refreshing alternative.

If you are considering MySpace, check out ShoutLife. I believe it is important to support Christian ventures. Besides, you will find information on a variety of Christian artists and organizations.


I would also like to request your prayers on behalf of my family. My Papaw was promoted to glory yesterday. He leaves behind my Granny (his wife of 68 years), a brother, one daughter,a grandson, me, my 2 sisters, and 2 great grandsons. One thing for sure, he is living and shouting life in his new home. In that, we are being comforted.

Remember Our Troops

The following is an article by Chaplain Norris Burkes reprinted by permission.

Thank our soldiers--they've got our backs.

Last month our family flew to San Diego to see our son, Michael, graduate from Marine boot camp.
After the ceremony and celebration, we drove back to the airport talking about the next two weeks we'd spend with him on leave. At the rental car return, I noticed a clerk eyeing my son in his razor-creased uniform and I offered an unsolicited explanation.

"We're here in San Diego to pick up our freshly minted Marine." He smiled and offered his congratulations.

As we walked away, my son cautioned me, "Dad, not everyone likes us. Some people hate us."

I countered that assumption by telling him not everyone was in favor of the war, but we were all in favor of our troops.

I reminded him his oldest sister is a good example of that. She is not a fan of the current leadership. She has marched in her share of demonstrations and worn anti-Bush T-shirts with words not repeatable by this reservist in a spiritual column.

Yet, she's a fan of her brother. At the graduation, she cheered and hollered until she lost her voice. She hugged and kissed him until she turned him beat red from embarrassment and risked violating the regulation against PDA (Public Display of Affection.)

He nodded hesitantly at his sister's example, and proceeded with some reticence to the shuttle stop. As we stood at the stop, three women lined up along side us whispering.

Then one woman broke out to speak to Michael. "Thank you for your service," she said. My son gave away a shy smile.
"Do you mind if we pray with you?" she asked. Mike nodded and the woman began to pray. She prayed that God would lay a protection around him and that he would serve with honor.

Forty-five minutes later, we were at our gate when a man bolted out of his chair like he'd been sprung from it. He approached Mike with an open hand explaining that he was a retired Air Force major. Then he said, as the others had said before him, "Thank you for your service."

The next few hours passed quickly and in no time at all we taxied into our home terminal. As the jetway was extended, the flight attendant made an announcement. "Ladies and gentleman, I want you to know that we have a new Marine on board who graduated from boot camp today!"
Spontaneously, the passengers erupted into the type of applause usually reserved for the touchy landings.

As I reflected on those we'd encountered, it occurred to me all of them likely had opinions about the war, but each had kept their opinions separate from their gratitude.
And from a soldier's point of view, let me tell you why that's good.

Every soldier is sworn to obey the orders of their superiors. That means, even if a soldier has a dissenting opinion, he can't express it -- especially not in uniform. So as the saying goes, "Don't even go there."

Let me tell you, however, where you can go. You can say thank you. You can tell a soldier, especially the young ones, "Thank you. Thank you for being a part of the largest volunteer force we've ever had to wage. Thank you for making it possible for some to work, some to pray, and yes, even some to protest."

So as we approach the next two holidays, Memorial Day and Independence Day, stop a soldier, any soldier, and simply say, "Thank you for serving."

Why say thank you? I believe the answer to that question was best expressed on a T-shirt worn by a parent at my son's graduation: "Sleep well, America, my son's got your back!"