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Oh Saratoga! 2008
August 24 -- September 6
Saving Babies And Moms
Come When You Can Leave When You Have To
At abortuary gates of hell
August 24 -- September 6
Saving Babies And Moms
Come When You Can Leave When You Have To
At abortuary gates of hell
Again for the Sixth Year the saints come from across North America
In Prayer, Song, Sidewalk Counsel and Public Lifesaving Witness to
The True & Saving Gospel of Jesus Christ
While Simultaneously. . .
ReLiving American History; Restoring the Republic at the National Turning Point
The
Saratoga Battlefield
1777-2008
231 Years
State of New York
Saratoga Springs Christian Campground
[all Christian Faiths, Catholic, Orthodox, Evangelical]
Sixth Annual Big Oh!
Aug - Sept 2008State of New York
Saratoga Springs Christian Campground
[all Christian Faiths, Catholic, Orthodox, Evangelical]
Sixth Annual Big Oh!
Oh Saratoga!
www.ohsaratoga.com
maranatha@ohsaratoga.com
315-790-3551
P.O. Box 11057
Albany N.Y. 12211-0057
BIG
OH!
FLORIDA FACE THE TRUTH TOUR AGAINST  ABORTION! Brought the Gospel to the Streets  in the Battle for 
Life
Had pre-tour fellowship: Friday Nov. 30th at 4-6 p.m. Pro-Life Dinner  Queen of Peace Parish
Hall
6455 SW SR200, Ocala, Florida Father
Francis McCloskey of Upstate NY's
Oh Saratoga  was interviewed on Christian radio. At the dinner he spoke on How to Win the Battle in the StreetsFor information call Nancy
352-622-7922 |
Teachings Father
Francis told us we must put the Gospel on our feet, taking it out of
the church buildings to become a church without
walls especially in defense of God's precious infants. He noticed on
the 1300- plus mile drive from Schenectady to Jackson that churches dot
the landscape. "Why is it, with all these churches,
the devil owns the culture?"
With awesome photos of jets breaking the sound barrier, he explained how the devil uses the Mach 1 challenge to keep Christians in the Upper Room. See “The Abortion Buster” Passing the Charlie Schumer test is a must in achieving Mach 1. When the esteemed Senator presented himself looking remarkably like Father Francis, Beth showed everyone how to fail the CST. Rev. Flip Benham challenged the cowardice of American churches. He recalled the words of Alexis deTocqueville, author of the 19th century classic, Democracy in America, in which he attributed America's strength to its churches. Flip recounted Tocqueville's words, America is great because America is good." The church has abdicated her role in leading and fortifying our country. Pastor Ed Martin gave an insightful history of the prolife movement. Operation Rescue entered the scene. It suffered a degree of "prideful preachers getting into the limelight" and "antics" that closed some mills but lacked the spiritual component and repentance. Churches could have won the battle, Pastor Ed contends, but the FACE law made people fearful. Butch Berget, our gracious and tireless host, humbly told us "I have been honored this week to wash your feet." He shared a prophecy with us that he called, "Polishing brass on the Titanic."(Or lipstick on the pig) Excerpt: The restoration of homes for sinners to return to New Orleans and continue in their sin is NOT transformation in a good way! We are deceived. (Of course we should take care of the household of faith). And I predict that, unless the prosperity preachers get out of their varnished pulpits and back into the streets, God will prove that all the polish in the world won't stop Him from rockin' the S.S. New Orleans' world (again)... and all hands who sail on her. He who has ears, let him hear. |
Why Has It Taken 30 Years and Counting?
What Are We
Doing Wrong?
Does God Have
A Plan To Bring
Down Citadels
of Death?
Do proLife
politics sell
the infants short?
-- What? You didn't know there was a Charlie Schumer test?You've known legalized child-killing goes on and on but you don't know its demons cannot be defeated until you pass the test named for the ProAbortion Senator from New York!
Stand by for a ProLife Reality Check. . . Introducing....
The Future of Pro-Life... and your ProLife future.
Bring The Future of Pro-Life seminar to your city. Understand God's Plan for His Precious Infants and how it impacts their lives and your eternal salvation. Hands On Practice. Not Just a Lot of Talk. Send Email by putting an @ sign between Maranatha and OhSaratoga.com. The Future of Pro-Life may be coming to a location near you... soon.
October 22, 2003
Until
the bottom of
my shoe actually touches the top of the sidewalk my heart stays hard
toward child killing. That is what I tell my friends and family about
the Bible's simple command to 'Go and do thou likewise...' Luke 10.
I was raised in the church. I come from a strong Christian family and a rich Christian heritage. My father pastored a small church in a farm community in Nebraska for twenty-seven years. We are just simple hard working people that love our wives and kids, go to church and try to be good citizens.
But something rattled my cage. The evil of institutionalized child-killing. When I was in college I found out about abortion, I saw the pictures for the first time and simply jumped into action. But I went political and got burned out. After three years of bake sales and organizational meetings I realized we had not saved one baby's life. I said this is crazy, I didn't start abortion, I can't stop it, so I quit. I still loved people so after getting my teaching certificate I helped start and run a children's home.
Then an amazing stirring returned. I had pushed frontline prolife ministry almost out of my mind until Missionaries to the Preborn came through Nebraska. I thought 'Don't those people know when to quit?' I was invited to stand with them but thought it was a waste of time. But it got the ball rolling in my mind. I started digging back into the fight; this time I knew it had to be a Gospel concern and not political activism.
Meanwhile God was calling me to be a minister. As I studied the Word, passages like Luke 10:30, Matt 25, James 1:27, Proverbs 24:11, Isaiah 1:17 etc. started jumping off the page and condemning me. I was very wary of getting back into prolife work because of the burnout I had experienced. I started searching the internet, and discovered a totally different view of this battle. I started reading about Christians preaching on the street and accounts of babies being saved.
Night after night I would read and weep. I would go to my father and say look at what God's Word says about abortion, look at what some Christians are doing about it, give me one Biblical reason why our church should not be out there with those frontline ministries. He would look at me like I was speaking a foreign language. This kind of ministry wasn't even on the radar screen in our little religious world.
Finally I said we have got to meet some of these Christians on the street. OSA Wichita was about 5 hours from our home so I wrestled my reluctant pastor/ father into the car and off we went. Words cannot express the blindness we both had to the reality of this war. As we drove we didn't even want to talk about it; it simply didn't fit into our definition of Christian ministry. About an hour north of Wichita I finally exclaimed 'Dad, we are coming down here because of abortion, don't you think we should talk about our Christian duty to fight it!' The next morning we pulled up to Tiller's clinic. We were shaking with fear. We found a place to park and put one reluctant foot in front of the next as we made our way to the Christians on the sidewalk.
As we got closer it was like we were walking on the surface of the moon. I had never seen evil so manifest as I looked at the deathscorts, and then I realized the Christians were out here having church. Daniel Thompson was preaching and praying, Donna Lippholdt was sidewalk counseling, someone had a guitar and a group was singing. People were quoting scripture. My mind was reeling. Then I saw something I'll never forget. I saw a car coming into the mill and I looked into the eyes of a young mother coming to kill her child. Nothing I had ever seen could compare to that expression. And my hard religious heart broke. I looked over at my father and tears were in his eyes.
At the end of the day we grabbed each other and embraced with all our might. We couldn't believe how blind we had been. Dad grabbed my shoulders looked deeply into my eyes and said 'Thank you son, thank you for sticking God's Word in my face, thank you for rattling my cage, thank you for wrestling me into your car and bringing me out to the street.' We don't live in our little farm community anymore. Dad sold the farm and resigned from the church. The Lord led me to Texas to work with Dan and Carole Lafreniere in Jericho Mission. Now we see the faces of those mothers every week. And Dad is rescuing those drawn unto death in the Philippines.
Recently he found out they do abortions in the city where he is doing missionary work. That day while driving home after ministering to the destitute a bus came out of nowhere and ran head on into their vehicle. Thankfully Dad and Mom weren't killed but it broke his leg and one of Mom's ribs. The enemy doesn't like it when we invade his realm and go for the crown jewel, murder of the innocent. I can barely remember our old life. The joy our family feels as we minister at the gates of Hell is indescribable. It is joy unspeakable, peace that passeth understanding, and the knowledge of Christ that passeth knowledge. But what a long and winding road it took to come out of the darkness of squeaky clean American religion. I believe religion is the most deceptive sin there is.
Ironically two years after Missionaries to the Preborn came through Nebraska they came through again. And by God's amazing providence I was back home on a visit. Now I was used to being on the street every week, we had just been to an OSA event in Tulsa and had been with the folks in Wichita. When I found out Missionaries to the Preborn were in my old home town I hopped in the car and found them. I grabbed a handful of flyers and hit the median on the busiest intersection in town. As usual people yelled at us, laughed at us and cursed us.
Then others would honk and give us the thumbs up. The Lord had taken me a long way in two years. I believe sprinkled throughout the churches of this country are people just like me. People with hearts that long for the Savior but are blinded by religion. Please pray for them and keep up the fight at frontline ministries. Now I know a little bit how difficult and lonely street ministry can be, but you have no idea how greatly God uses you. All I can say is thank you.
---- Donnie Halbgewachs Jr.
I was raised in the church. I come from a strong Christian family and a rich Christian heritage. My father pastored a small church in a farm community in Nebraska for twenty-seven years. We are just simple hard working people that love our wives and kids, go to church and try to be good citizens.
But something rattled my cage. The evil of institutionalized child-killing. When I was in college I found out about abortion, I saw the pictures for the first time and simply jumped into action. But I went political and got burned out. After three years of bake sales and organizational meetings I realized we had not saved one baby's life. I said this is crazy, I didn't start abortion, I can't stop it, so I quit. I still loved people so after getting my teaching certificate I helped start and run a children's home.
Then an amazing stirring returned. I had pushed frontline prolife ministry almost out of my mind until Missionaries to the Preborn came through Nebraska. I thought 'Don't those people know when to quit?' I was invited to stand with them but thought it was a waste of time. But it got the ball rolling in my mind. I started digging back into the fight; this time I knew it had to be a Gospel concern and not political activism.
Meanwhile God was calling me to be a minister. As I studied the Word, passages like Luke 10:30, Matt 25, James 1:27, Proverbs 24:11, Isaiah 1:17 etc. started jumping off the page and condemning me. I was very wary of getting back into prolife work because of the burnout I had experienced. I started searching the internet, and discovered a totally different view of this battle. I started reading about Christians preaching on the street and accounts of babies being saved.
Night after night I would read and weep. I would go to my father and say look at what God's Word says about abortion, look at what some Christians are doing about it, give me one Biblical reason why our church should not be out there with those frontline ministries. He would look at me like I was speaking a foreign language. This kind of ministry wasn't even on the radar screen in our little religious world.
Finally I said we have got to meet some of these Christians on the street. OSA Wichita was about 5 hours from our home so I wrestled my reluctant pastor/ father into the car and off we went. Words cannot express the blindness we both had to the reality of this war. As we drove we didn't even want to talk about it; it simply didn't fit into our definition of Christian ministry. About an hour north of Wichita I finally exclaimed 'Dad, we are coming down here because of abortion, don't you think we should talk about our Christian duty to fight it!' The next morning we pulled up to Tiller's clinic. We were shaking with fear. We found a place to park and put one reluctant foot in front of the next as we made our way to the Christians on the sidewalk.
As we got closer it was like we were walking on the surface of the moon. I had never seen evil so manifest as I looked at the deathscorts, and then I realized the Christians were out here having church. Daniel Thompson was preaching and praying, Donna Lippholdt was sidewalk counseling, someone had a guitar and a group was singing. People were quoting scripture. My mind was reeling. Then I saw something I'll never forget. I saw a car coming into the mill and I looked into the eyes of a young mother coming to kill her child. Nothing I had ever seen could compare to that expression. And my hard religious heart broke. I looked over at my father and tears were in his eyes.
At the end of the day we grabbed each other and embraced with all our might. We couldn't believe how blind we had been. Dad grabbed my shoulders looked deeply into my eyes and said 'Thank you son, thank you for sticking God's Word in my face, thank you for rattling my cage, thank you for wrestling me into your car and bringing me out to the street.' We don't live in our little farm community anymore. Dad sold the farm and resigned from the church. The Lord led me to Texas to work with Dan and Carole Lafreniere in Jericho Mission. Now we see the faces of those mothers every week. And Dad is rescuing those drawn unto death in the Philippines.
Recently he found out they do abortions in the city where he is doing missionary work. That day while driving home after ministering to the destitute a bus came out of nowhere and ran head on into their vehicle. Thankfully Dad and Mom weren't killed but it broke his leg and one of Mom's ribs. The enemy doesn't like it when we invade his realm and go for the crown jewel, murder of the innocent. I can barely remember our old life. The joy our family feels as we minister at the gates of Hell is indescribable. It is joy unspeakable, peace that passeth understanding, and the knowledge of Christ that passeth knowledge. But what a long and winding road it took to come out of the darkness of squeaky clean American religion. I believe religion is the most deceptive sin there is.
Ironically two years after Missionaries to the Preborn came through Nebraska they came through again. And by God's amazing providence I was back home on a visit. Now I was used to being on the street every week, we had just been to an OSA event in Tulsa and had been with the folks in Wichita. When I found out Missionaries to the Preborn were in my old home town I hopped in the car and found them. I grabbed a handful of flyers and hit the median on the busiest intersection in town. As usual people yelled at us, laughed at us and cursed us.
Then others would honk and give us the thumbs up. The Lord had taken me a long way in two years. I believe sprinkled throughout the churches of this country are people just like me. People with hearts that long for the Savior but are blinded by religion. Please pray for them and keep up the fight at frontline ministries. Now I know a little bit how difficult and lonely street ministry can be, but you have no idea how greatly God uses you. All I can say is thank you.
---- Donnie Halbgewachs Jr.
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July30-August 4, 2005
The Big Oh! is going south to help our local warriors
close the last death chamber in a southern state.
The Big Oh! is going south to help our local warriors
close the last death chamber in a southern state.
- Sunday Night to Thursday Noon - or any portion thereof you can make -
- A Big Bang Blast at the Culture of Death and A Summer Vacation Rolled Into One
- Bring the Kids, Bring Your Friends, Bring Your Mom or Just Bring Yourself
- Whomever you bring, the devil ain't gonna like it and will try to head you off. Need we say more?
| Streets and Sidewalks | |
BigTime!
Wanna
Know Who We Plan This With? Hint: it's Major League! Be sure to ask. |
| Abortuaries | |
You
Know, the
Big Enchilada, Those Buildings With the PP Logo? Could it really mean Principalities & Powers? Face The Truth Signs, Prayers, Preaching and Sidewalk Counseling. Babies Are Saved! |
| On Our Knees | |
Repenting
-- You'll
Never
Guess Where - Somewhere Federal you ain't been yet, but
just wait till you see the
Judge nullify Roe vs Wade right before your blinking eyes. The demons
hate this while the angels rejoice! |
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| Before the Author of Life | Worshipping - Catholic Mass and Protestant Worship traditions accommodated; live music. Paul and Silas Night Scheduled |
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