San Francisco: God Loves You, But...

For God so loves San Francisco, He is sending fishers and hunters.

Larry Nevenhoven

Copyright 2012 by Larry Nevenhoven

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Unless otherwise specified Scripture quotations are from the New American Standard Bible, copyright 1960, 1062, 1968, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, by the Lockman Foundation.

Published by Larry Nevenhoven

Author's Note
I first wrote San Francisco: God Loves You, But... as a prophetic/teaching series on my blog: www.larrywho.wordpress.com. Except for a few grammar changes, it is the same series. Larry Nevenhoven

Chapter 1
When the vision ended, I sat there trying to make sense of what I had just seen. Thats when the angel appeared. He stared at me. Lets go. Shock hit me, my mouth hung open. Huh? I mumbled. Without explanation, the angel reached over and grabbed my left hand. We took off at the speed of light. I looked down as Albert disappeared quickly into a black dot and heard a faint wolf fall out of his mouth. The dome of the San Francisco City Hall appeared directly ahead of us. It looked like we would crash into it. But before I could scream, we passed through it and landed in the Supervisors meeting chamber on the second floor. A wooden bench somehow telescoped out of the wall, up near the ceiling, and we sat down. Under us, I saw the eleven supervisors sitting in their leather swivel-chairs. Each had a laptop computer on the desk in front of them. They talked and carried on. It was the weekly San Francisco Supervisors' meeting. The angel turned toward me. His robe whispered softly as he pivoted around. Open your eyes and see, he said with a quiet power filled with heavenly authority. I looked down again. This time my spiritual eyes opened. I saw a grotesque creature sitting on the right shoulder of each of the eleven supervisors. The chimpanzee-size beings had a mixture of what looked like reptile, dragon, and wolf-like body parts with stubby tails, talons for feet, scale-covered wings, web-like hands and misshapen faces which protruded into long snouts and were filled with sharp teeth. They resembled dingy, gray gargoyles. Each creature held its right wing over their assigned supervisors eyes. Their right hands were curled into a megaphone shape so they could speak directly into the supervisors ears. Their left hands looped behind the supervisors' heads and covered their left ears. The creatures never rested. When they were not speaking into ears, they looked up, around and at each other, their heads constantly moved about, their eyes searching to and

fro. They seemed to be driven by a deep dread, almost as if a cruel slave masters power instilled a fear in them. What is this? I thought. Why am I here? Today is show and tell day, preparing you for your first assignment next week, said the angel. First assignment next week? Quiet! Im the teacher. Youre the student. Understand? he whispered a stinging rebuke at me. His voice contained no anger. Love cushioned the blows, but yet, I felt the power behind the rebuke. I shuddered and nodded. Earlier today, you had a vision. In it, you saw yourself being used as a sword by the Lord Jesus against a brass gate. The brass gate you saw was a gate of Hell over this city. It must be attacked so the truth from heaven can be heard in San Francisco. You are His chosen weapon for the undertaking. He paused a beat before continuing. Your spiritual eyes have been dialed up two notches, but thats more than enough for you to get an idea of whats happening in the Supervisors meeting room, he said. As you can see, demons sit on the supervisors shoulders, blocking information that is contrary to Satans agenda. At the same time, evil ideas are constantly spoken into the supervisors ears. He pointed a finger at me. Remember: our struggle is not against flesh and blood but against the hordes of Satan. I nodded. Then, he pointed at the supervisors. Look again. This time I saw words streaming through the ceiling on what looked like hologram ticker tapes carried on laser beams. These words flowed to the ears of the creatures, the supervisors and everyone in the room. I read them; they said, Alternative life style. Pro-choice. Gay pride. Toleration. Christians are bigots. Abortion is a womans right. Separation of church and state. San Francisco Pride. As each new message arrived, the creatures spoke into the ears of supervisors. A source from above orchestrated everything.

The angel pointed up. Look. As I obeyed, the ceiling and roof over us opened and I saw into the second heaven. My eyes took a few moments adjusting to the spirit realm. But then, I saw a creature sitting on a large brass throne, blocking a portal coming out of the third heaven. Light rays attempted to flow through the portal, but only a few rays were able to pass by the large creature. The creatures appearance alternated between looking like a beautiful angel dressed in white and that of a monster version of the dingy, gray gargoyles, sitting on the supervisors shoulders. Like the smaller demons, the creature never rested. It caused fear in the hierarchy of demons below it and seemed fearful of its own cruel masters above it. The words I saw, streaming through the ceiling like hologram ticker tapes, emanated from this creature. I saw additional word streams coming out of the creatures mouth, heading toward Sacramento, Hollywood, Washington, D. C., New York City, newspapers, television networks, movie studios, publishers, corporations and thousands of other places. The angel interrupted my thoughts. What you are seeing is the spirit of depravity. It is a ruling principality over San Francisco and guards a gate of Hell over the city. So powerful is this spirit that its wickedness is spread throughout the nation. The reason the spirit switches back and forth between appearances is it is creating confusion by this maneuver in the minds of people, whereby good is called evil and evil good. He grabbed my left hand. Hang on. We flew up over City Hall and stopped, suspended high above the domes peak. The angel waved his hand over the city. Next week, your assignment is to begin engaging the spirit of depravity in battle. He then spent a few minutes giving me instructions from the Lord God of Hosts. (The above is a scene from the eBook novel, Jonah by Larry Nevenhoven, published 2012. It can be checked out at www.larrywho.com.)

Chapter 2

At 9 p.m., my studying was completed. So, I stood up and walked into the kitchen for a drink of water. Turning on the recessed ceiling lights, I stopped dead in my tracks. A grotesque creature was sitting on a stool at the island counter. If the angel was the epitome of the Kingdom of Light, then this being was the dark sides counterpart. Its gloomy eyes glared at me and its lips formed a sneer. Oozing sores plastered the beings face and neck. A filthy robe covered its torso. The air was charged with a stench of decay. Listen up Chuck, the creature said in a raspy voice. Fear struck my chest like a baseball bat. I had trouble breathing. Confusion settled over me like a morning fog. Two and two did not add up at that moment. If you go to businessmen and tell them to leave churches and no longer give money to ministries and churches, some bad things will happen to your family. Your two sons will die in an auto accident and your wife will go insane. Do you hear me? I could not speak. The creature drummed its dirty two-inch long fingernails on the granite counter. The beat reminded me of a funeral march. I said do you hear me? the creature hissed out the words. I nodded. And I can do it. It will be easy, just as easy as it was for me to come into your home. No one can protect you from me! Not even God! The creature bared its brownish-yellowish teeth with a hideous grin as it stood up. Dont you ever forget what I told you okay? The being walked over to the door leading out to the deck. Then without opening the door, he stepped through it, and left. I collapsed on the floor and wept. My body convulsed in fear. Oh God! What have I done to my family? I screamed.

Afterward, I pulled myself together and wandered into the family room, collapsing on the sofa. What is happening? I thought. Everything is hitting me at once. What can I do? My mind raced in circles searching for answers, but I found none. Finally, I fell asleep. As I slept, a voice visited me. Was it a dream or a vision? It was like both, but different at the same time. I was awake, but asleep. Chuck, the voice said. Looking up, I saw myself standing in front of a stage in what looked like a large auditorium. It was black. None of the spot lights were turned on. The red velvet curtains were drawn apart. The voice seemed to be flowing out of the darkness blanketing the stage. I felt no fear, but in fact, was comforted by the voice. Yes, I answered. Do you have some questions? Yes. Go ahead. What was that being in my kitchen? What do you think it was? A demon. Yes. That was a demon power sent to frighten you by the religious ruling spirit over America. But how did that happen? I asked. I always pray for angelic protection over me. Yes, you do, the voice said. For just a few moments, the angels who protect you backed off their posts. When they did that, the demon power slipped into your realm. It hit me like a hammer between the eyes. The Lord set me up and used me as ambush bait. But I said, trying to put my thoughts into words. The voice interrupted me. You have been chosen to have insight into spiritual warfare so that you can teach others. Spiritual warfare is not played on a Game Boy. It is played out in real life scenarios where lives and destinies are at stake.

The voice paused for a moment and then added, Satan and his army want to kill Christians and their families, and destroy their destinies on the earth. I cringed. But what can I do to protect my family? What does scripture say? Once again, the voice bounced my question back to me. I thought for a moment before answering. Cast my cares on the Lord for He cares for me. Yes. And dont forget that Jesus rebuked demons. He refused to allow them to speak because they are all liars. You can do the same in Jesus name. I was silent, not wanting to ask my next question. Can Satan and his forces really hurt my children or Dusty? I finally asked. Yes. Your rebellion and sin can open the gates for Satans army to come into your familys lives. But by the same token, a causeless curse will not alight on you or your family. So, walk with God and avoid sin. The voice was silent for a moment. Any more questions? What about my problems with Dusty? She is not the problem you are. Dusty is like most women in that she desires to see her husband as a sold-out man of God, not a half-hearted pew-sitter. You obey God, follow His instructions, and she will be happy to walk by your side. With that answer, the voice left and I returned to my sleep. (The above is a scene from the eBook novel, Jonah by Larry Nevenhoven, published 2012. It can be checked out at www.larrywho.com.)

Chapter 3
Why does God often send an outsider to an area to help deliver the oppressed people?

God said to Abraham, "Know for certain that your descendants will be strangers in a land that is not theirs, where they will be enslaved and oppressed for four hundred years. (Genesis 15:13)

Three hundred and fifty years into the prophetic words of Genesis 15:12, a baby boy was born to a Levite couple living in Egypt. The couple already had a three year old son, Aaron, and an older daughter, Miriam, but this child was unique. He was the chosen one, the one who would be the deliverer for the Hebrews out of the iron furnace, Egypt.1 How did God prepare His chosen deliverer? Because of the harsh edicts of Pharaoh who wanted to kill all male Hebrew babies, the baby boy was put into a water tight basket and set adrift in reeds along the Nile River.2 The baby boy's sister, Miriam, stood nearby, watching on. Pharaoh's daughter then walked by the reeds, checked out the basket and fell in love with the Hebrew baby. Miriam showed up and asked if Pharaoh's daughter needed a nurse for the baby. Pharaoh's daughter agreed and paid the baby's Levite mother to nurse her own baby. Interestingly enough, it was Pharaoh's daughter who named the child Moses, not his Hebrew parents Can you imagine the conversation that must have happened when Pharaoh's daughter brought Moses into the palace? Her father wanted to kill Hebrew male babies and his daughter had one in her possession. There had to be a few arguments over Moses, but in the end, Pharaoh's daughter raised Moses as an Egyptian. He was taught by the best teachers, learned the ways of Egypt, and became a powerful minister of state.3

Three hundred and ninety years into the prophetic words of Genesis 15:12, Moses felt like visiting the Hebrew slaves.4 He intervened in a fight between a slave and an Egyptian, and then killed the Egyptian.

And Moses supposed that his brethren understood that God was granting them deliverance through him, but they did not understand. (Acts 7:25)
1 2

Psalm 106:23, Acts 7:35, and Deuteronomy 4:20 Exodus 1:16 3 Acts 7:22 4 Acts 7:23

Because of killing the Egyptian and the misunderstanding of the Hebrews, Moses fled to the desert where he tended sheep for forty years and worked for his father-in-law.

Not quite four hundred and thirty years into the prophetic words of Genesis 15:12, Moses had his burning bush experience with the Angel of the Lord.5 God revealed His name as I Am and told Moses to return to Egypt and gave him specific signs for the Hebrews. Moses argued about his inability to speak and God eventually agreed to allow his brother, Aaron, to do some speaking for Moses. The Lord also gave Moses a future event:

"...Is there not your brother Aaron the Levite? I know that he speaks fluently. And moreover, behold, he is coming out to meet you; when he sees you, he will be glad in his heart. (Exodus 4:14)

While Moses was heading back to Egypt, God spoke to Aaron:

"...Go to meet Moses in the wilderness." So he went and met him at the mountain of God and kissed him. (Exodus 4:27)

Both Moses and Aaron were prophets. And as these two scriptures reveal, both men heard the voice of the Lord. So, why did the Hebrews even need a prophet like Moses to deliver them? After all, Aaron was a prophet and, as a part of his prophet's calling, he was also a deliverer. First, let's look at Aaron who was born and raised as a slave in Egypt. His normal mental state had to have fear mixed in with it. Fear of reprisals. Fear of death. Fear of starvation. Fear for his loved ones. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear had to darken every part of his life, even parts of his prophet's calling. For instance, what did Aaron do when Moses delayed coming down from the mountain and the people asked for a new god to lead them?6 He caved in to the people's
5 6

Exodus 3:2 Exodus 32:1

fears and carved a golden calf. This Egyptian god-like idol must have represented authority and power to Aaron which he thought had empowered his slave masters. But no matter what his thinking was at the time, his actions were based on fear and not faith in the I Am. Moses did not have Aaron's fear problems. He was raised by the Egyptians who were the slave masters. He understood the Egyptian gods and knew they were powerless and dumb. Then, after Moses' eyes were opened to his calling and he had killed the Egyptian man, he probably felt fear for the first time.7 So, he fled to Egypt. For forty years, Moses spent his time in a nomadic existence, far from a life of daily fear. It was during this period, he learned the ways of the Lord and came to have an intimate knowledge of God and His goodness.

For you have not received a spirit of slavery to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption, as sons by which we cry out, "Abba! Father!" (Romans 8:15)

But also, Moses was not under the religious principality, which governed Egypt and which used the spirit of slavery to rule over the Hebrews.8 Like David, Moses would have had to fight some bears and lions along the way in his preparations, but he did not have to face and be shaped by a Goliath everyday like Aaron and the other Hebrews did.9 When he was finally ready and prepared to face his Goliath, the religious principality over Egypt, God sent him as a deliverer to the Hebrews. Yet remember this: it took a long time to prepare Moses for his calling of deliverer.

Likewise, San Francisco can expect numerous outsiders who have no reputations, short resumes, and long preparation times in deserts to show up as deliverers for the city. Their arrival is not a reflection on the San Francisco saints who have suffered under the spirit of depravity for years, but rather it is God's plan for the city.

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Exodus 2:14 Ephesians 6:12 9 1 Samuel 17:36

Chapter 4
What you're seeing is the governing demonic principality over the University of California, Berkeley. Its a religious one and one of the gatekeepers mentioned by Jesus in Matthew 16:18. Now, look down, he said, pointing to students walking along the sidewalks below us. I watched various students crisscrossing the Campanile Esplanade on their way to classes. At first, they looked normal to me, wearing typical college apparel. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then, my spiritual eyes kicked in and what appeared normal in the natural realm was not so normal in the spiritual one. Have you ever seen pictures of a flying dinosaur known as a pterodactyl? It has a long, slender head with a mouth filled with sharp teeth, scaly-like body, web-like wings and talons for feet. This sort of resembles the creatures I saw, sitting on the shoulders of almost every student walking below me. Each creature was the size of a large crow and had wolf hair on its body, and a slender rats tail. The beings constantly whispered into the ears of students while holding a wing over the students' other ears. At times, the creatures defecated and vomited on the students so that each person dripped with slop and sewage. It was ghastly and I yearned to warn the students. Follow those two over there, said the angel, pointing toward two guys. Somehow, I was able to focus on the two students. They talked to each other as they walked along, just basic talk about their classes. Then, they walked into a free speech area where a street evangelist was preaching the gospel of the kingdom of God. Both stopped and listened. As they were standing there, I watched the pterodactyl-like creatures use their beaks to snatch the seeds of the gospel out of the twosomes hearts with swift surgeon-like precision. After a few minutes, the two students walked away, none the better for their experiences. Again, I wanted to shout and warn everyone. Someone needed to do it. Why not me? The angel touched my shoulder again with his hand and I turned toward him. Now, its time for your spiritual ears to be opened. He reached up and touched both of my ears with his hands. Wouldnt you think it would be quiet in the spiritual realm over the University of California, Berkeley? Its not. There is constant clamor, reverberating throughout the whole atmosphere, most of which comes from the ruling principality. But what really shocked me is that the demonic principalitys words mirrored the liberal attitudes on the campus. From

the deans down to the professors, and then, to the students. The religious principality constantly spewed out proclamations like: White Americans are racists All wars are immoral and wrong Homosexuality is not a sin Pro-choice is a womans right... Same-sex marriage is morally acceptable Traditional Christianity is irrelevant, mean, hateful, judgmental and dogmaticJesus never said anything about homosexualityJesus is the Way which is open to other ways, such as Hare Krishna, Buddha and MohammadGod is a God of love and not judgment Satan and demons are fictional beingsThe Bible contains no more authority than the Koran, Buddhist sutras, Veda and other spiritual writingsCreating social justice is the main emphasis of the gospelGlobal warming is a Christian stewardship concern I stood there with my mouth open, drool running down my chin. Hey, many of these statements I agree with, I muttered aloud, not realizing I had done so. And thats why you are deceived. Deceived? Me? Yes, you and most liberal Christians who believe such garbage. But, but Not only are you deceived, but your faith is dead when it agrees with Satans agenda. Hes always a liar, even when his words sound righteous. Your faith, in order to have life, must be based on what the Lord has stated in Scripture and is presently saying to His church. I kept quiet as his words ripped my theology apart. Then, he pointed down again. Look. There just below us, was a student resembling a fluorescent light bulb walking across the esplanade. She lit up the whole area around her as she hurried on her way. But unlike the others, she did not have a creature sitting on her shoulder and instead, one hovered around her head like a helicopter, trying to alight on her. For some unseen reason, the creature could not land. Frustration etched across its face. Listen, said the angel. My ears adjusted themselves to only listening to the girl. Her footsteps and the movement of her arms came through loud and clear, but there was something else. Dee, dee, bah, bah, hooka mah hundae, she whispered over and over. She was speaking in tongues!

Your message to Christians on college campuses is very simple, said the angel. Its the same one Paul gave to the believers in Ephesus when he said, Take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, with all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints. Then he added, In case you have forgotten, these scriptures are Ephesians 6: 1718. It bugged me that he knew I had not read my Bible for years. What else did he know? (The above is a scene from the eBook novel, Deceived Dead and Delivered by Larry Nevenhoven, soon to be published in September or October, 2012. It can be checked out at www.larrywho.com.)

Chapter 5

In early 1994, one of my closest high school friends died after a long battle with cancer. His death really bugged me because I had prayed and fasted over a long period of time for him. Was I mad at the Lord about my friend's death? Yes. Doesn't scripture state that "all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them, and they will be granted to you?"10 I prayed for my friend to live, but he died. How could I ever really trust that particular verse again? On the three hour trip back to the small Illinois town of my youth, I poured my heart out to the Lord. Although I felt comforted, I had no answers. As I walked up to the church, some high school friends delayed me. We chatted about old times for a few minutes. This delay caused my parents to walk on without me. When I finally stepped into the sanctuary, there was quite a line ahead of me. Standing there, I asked, "Lord, did my friend make it into heaven?"

10

Mark 11:24

Now, this is not a question I recommend asking the Lord because what if you don't like His answer, then what? Yet, I was so upset about my friend's death, I asked anyway. You see, not only was I asking for his healing, but I was also asking the Lord to save him. The procession slowly crept toward the closed casket sitting at the front of the church. Just as I arrived at the casket, the Lord spoke to my heart, "He's not in this casket. He's in heaven with Me." I could have danced and shouted for joy. It was one of my happiest moments ever. Then, I turned the corner and faced my friend's wife and family. They were standing on the left side of the altar, receiving funeral attendees. As I inched toward them I began crying, not just a few tears, but buckets of them. I wailed and was almost out of control. People turned to look, but I could not stop. My friend's wife, his two children, and his parents comforted me, instead of the other way around. I was such a mess. Finally, I sat down next to my parents in the middle of the church. Somehow, my crying ceased. What was that all about? I thought. Piano music announced the beginning of the service. As the pianist played, the Lord spoke to my heart. "Your friend was called to be a prophet and he didn't make it into his calling. The misery you felt was just a fraction of what I feel when a person doesn't make it into his calling." The Lord's words caused me to break down and weep. My parents, on the left side of me, and my sister, on the other side, tried to comfort me, but what could they do? My heart was shattered by the grief of the Lord. Eventually, the misery passed. After some songs and family testimonies, the pastor began the eulogy. I listened to her, but once again, the Lord spoke to me. "My church is mostly a bunch of losers. They pray for the sick, but when the person dies anyway, they aren't upset or mad. They just think they did their duty and at least made an effort, and that's good enough for them," said the Lord to my heart. My jaw dropped, wondering what was coming next. "Major League players all want to win, but after a while, players on losing teams don't mind losing. After all, they still receive their large paychecks. So, it's no big deal to them. But players on winning teams hate to lose, absolutely hate it. They will do anything to win and whatever sacrifice is needed, they willingly do it to win."

"I want My church to hate losing," He said. His words, "I want My church to hate losing," exploded within me. Its echoes bounced off every corridor and passageway of my mind. Once again, I wept. This happened over eighteen years ago and it still resonates within me. What does this experience have to do with San Francisco?

Chapter 6
If callings were chosen by popular elections, Saul of Tarsus would have garnered the same number of votes as King Herod or Caiaphas for his calling of apostle: zero. After all, Saul hunted believers down, murdered them, tossed them into prisons, and tried to force them to blaspheme. He was the main reason Jerusalem Christians opted to go on long missionary trips.11 In addition, historians described Saul as a skinny, 4'6" lightweight who was not much of a speaker. These particular traits would have also hindered Saul's popularity because the Grecian style of leadership with its polished oratorical skills and strong physical presence were admired by the Gentiles. Yet Jesus said, "Saul is a chosen instrument of Mine, to bear My name before the Gentiles and kings and the sons of Israel..."12 The Lord's reasoning behind His choice: "...for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."13 So what did God see in Saul's heart? He saw Paul the apostle to whom God could reveal His mystery of Christ, that the Gentiles and the Jews would be joined together in the Bride of Christ, His church.14 He also saw a man who would willingly suffer afflictions for Christ and His body.15

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Acts 26:10 and Acts 8:1 Acts 9:15 13 1 Samuel 16:7 14 Ephesians 3:4 and Ephesians 5:32 15 Colossians 1:24

Today, there are some who want to downgrade Paul and his teachings and just go with the red letter words of Jesus in the four Gospels. They don't like Paul's teachings on sexual immorality and other subjects. But if this were actually followed, where would the guidelines and revelations of the Church come from? Furthermore, if Paul had not appeared on the scene, Peter and James would have most likely caved into the Jewish influence on the early church.16 And today our churches would be little more than a revamped Temple 2.0 System, complete with circumcision, priesthood, and sacrifices. Thank God for the Apostle Paul, right?

Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest is indeed plentiful, but the laborers are few. So pray to the Lord of the harvest to force out and thrust laborers into His harvest." (Matthew 9: 37-38 Amplified Translation)

Likewise, the Lord has looked down on San Francisco, especially the Castro District, and has seen men and women who have hearts much like Saul of Tarsus.17 He's not concerned that these people are now actively engaged in lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender life styles because He remembers Saul the murderer. He knows how the life changing power of His heavenly light will cause each to ask, "Who are You, Lord?"18 Then, He will answer each one, "...I am Jesus ..."19 The Lord does not want to lose one of these precious callings as each has been specifically chosen to be a leader in His Church for the dark days lying ahead in America. So important are these callings that the Lord has assigned teams of fully prepared fishermen and hunters who will search through the alleys, streets, and haunts of San Francisco for these prized callings.20 The teams of fishermen and hunters will suffer bloodshed, pain, and jail cells. Who will persecute these teams? The chosen Sauls. Yet, the chosen Sauls will have the gospel preached to them by how the fishermen and hunters handle the persecution: with humility and love.

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Galatians 2:11 http://is.gd/AA6psS 18 Acts 9:3 19 Acts 9:5 20 Jeremiah 16:16

In the end, the chosen Sauls will come out of San Francisco as Pauls who will help lead the Church into victory after victory. What Jesus said about the woman who wiped His feet with her tears and hair will be true of these chosen Pauls:

For this reason I say to you, her sins, which are many, have been forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little, loves little. (Luke 7:47)

About the Author

Larry Nevenhoven is a businessman, an author, and a former real estate agent, living with his wife, Carol, in Temecula, California. They are the parents of four children and the grandparents of six grandchildren. Two ferocious cats round out their immediate family. Connect with Larry at his author's website: www.larrywho.com Or his blogs: www.larrywho.wordpress.com www.temeculavalleysurvival.wordpress.com Or Facebook: Larry Nevenhoven Or by email: mr.larrywho@gmail.com