Excerpt #6 Mike MacIntosh

In his book, Mike goes on to tell how he committed his life to Christ that night when I gave the invitation. He had previously prayed to Jesus as a young child, but had drifted into a life of rebellion, confusion, drugs, sex, and rock-and-roll. At twenty-six he was near the bottom of the barrel, after chasing UFOs, different gurus, and bad LSD trips. He had even been locked up in a mental institution.

However, he didn’t mention in his book, how that he came up to me in the beginning of the church service, saying –– “Oh preacher, the side of my head is blown off!!”But that’s what he said, and he looked exactly like a street person to me. He had a look in his eyes that was gone. If you can imagine someone coming up to you saying that the side of their head was blown off –– what would you say back to them? Especially if you’re on the platform trying to share Christ to over a thousand people. I said, “Go sit down over there.” I needed to get rid of him, so he wouldn’t take my train of thought away. I needed to focus to preach that night. He went over and sat on the floor in the crowd. I don’t remember exactly what I preached about, but I do remember that in the middle of the service the Holy Spirit began to move on me with a “word of knowledge.” It’s one of the nine gifts of the Spirit available to believers. Let me remind you that the gifts of the Spirit are not just for preachers –– they are available to all believers, in every situation.

I said, “The Lord is showing me that someone here is being healed of LSD flashbacks.”I want to mark this –– that it was the only time in 24 years of ministry that I ever called out a word of knowledge for somebody being healed of LSD flashbacks. It was the one and only time. Almost immediately the young man with half of his head blown off jumped up and started yelling –– “I’ve been healed!!! I’ve been healed!!! I’ve been healed!!! It’s me!!! I’m the one that’s healed of LSD flashbacks!!!” But at the moment, I didn’t think so. He was so radical in what he was saying. He was yelling and making a scene –– but Mike was healed from LSD flashbacks, and has gone on to start and pastor Horizon Christian Fellowship in San Diego, which has also become one of the largest and most solid churches in the United States. That evening after he made an adult decision for Christ, Mike MacIntosh came into our afterglow service. Along with about a hundred other new believers he was baptized with power from on high –– power and anointing to serve. That’s what the baptism of the Holy Spirit is all about. He wrote about these experiences in detail, which you can read about in his book, “For the Love of Mike.” 

What a mighty, mighty God we serve!!!

So, we are created to please God, to “be” in him through his Son, and to bear good fruit, as we abide in his loving presence. That’s the target. We are the branches –– He is the life-giving vine. With the overcoming power of God we can, and will produce good fruit and hit the target. 



Excerpt #5 My Own Story

So many people have opinions about me, that I feel the Lord would have me tell my own story –– starting with a short account of my bizarre childhood. I was born in the Santa Ana Hospital to Ray Frisbee and Janette Ashley on June 6, 1949. 

My father is a full-blooded American Indian — Cherokee and Choctaw. My grandfather lived on an Indian reservation. My father was a country western entertainer who played in honkytonks. He was a womanizer and an alcoholic.

One of my earliest recollections is of Ray Frisbee beating my mother. He used to do things like break all the dishes, and bust all the windows out of the house. A lot of it had to do with uncontrolled rage. He would break eggs on the ceiling. He would literally take raw eggs, and throw them up on the ceiling while laughing hysterically. This was when he was drunk. One of his last girlfriends told me that she had to put a restraining order against my father; that he had consecutively busted out every window of the house five times with the grand finale of putting a kitchen chair through the television. He went through five sets of windows and a TV. He almost killed the woman because he beat her so badly.

So Ray constantly beat my mother, and I would hear my mother screaming under the fist popping blows of my father’s dysfunctional life. As an infant I recall him being very cruel to my mother with a lot of screaming and crying. I could hear her from my crib. I knew it was my baby crib, because it had bars on it. I also remember as a toddler coming into the kitchen, and walking on glass. Besides being an alcoholic, and a womanizer, my father was a gambler. He brutalized all of the people that were in his life. I often describe my biological father, Ray Frisbee –– as a “Cherokee Indian, honky-tonk singer with whisky breath.” 

The rest of the story is in his book, Not by Might, Nor by Power.

Excerpt #4 TAHQUITZ CANYON

One day I was up in the canyon again by myself. It was a real hike back into the local Palm Springs mountains. There is a beautiful stream, and waterfalls along the way, and it is such a cool place. I finally arrived at one of my favorite spots. I took off all my clothes, and literally screamed up to heaven –– “Jesus, if you are really real –– reveal yourself to me!!!”

Suddenly the whole atmosphere began to change around me. It began to tingle, and shimmer, and glow. I thought –– “Ahaaaaa Ahaaaw!!! I don’t even want to be here!”

I was scared, and shocked, and positive it was not an LSD flashback. I didn’t hear an audible voice, but knew that I was in the presence of God Almighty. Then I saw a radiant vision clear as crystal. I saw thousands and thousands of young people at the ocean, lined up in huge crowds along the coast –– and they were going out into the water being baptized. I could see it! I knew instantly that Jesus was real –– and that He was calling me to follow him. As the Lord lifted up my eyes I saw a harvest field of people. They were like a huge wheat field. I saw in the vision thousands and thousands of people in the valley of decision.

The power of the Holy Spirit surrounded me from within and from without. Then I saw a light from heaven come down, and ordain me –– and I could hear Him say, “Go in my name for I have touched your lips with a coal of fire that burns ever before the presence of God. Proclaim to the people that I am coming soon.”

It was the most radical moment of my life. At eighteen years old God was calling me to serve Him. It blew my mind –– but I was definitely saying –– “Yes Lord!”

Excerpt #3 Lonnie's Intro to drugs

THE ACID TEST

Getting back to my introduction to drugs, like I said, I was terrified to try that “devil weed,” but was dropping acid on the weekends, and having all kinds of hallucinations –– at sixteen years old. Eventually in our society marijuana became the basic threshold drug, but it was a different process for me. I got involved in a drug cult in Laguna Beach called “Mystic Arts,” which was part of a widespread organization of psychedelic acidheads under Timothy Leary and the brotherhood. Different groups lived in Hawaii, and in Laguna Canyon, while still others branched off, and lived up in Silverado Canyon.

We had communities of people that believed in LSD as a religion. Umm –– I only turned on hundreds of people to drugs. I was definitely convinced and committed. I bought LSD with my own money, and gave it to sixteen-year-old kids my age, and to my older brother, my neighbors, people I went to school with –– to anybody and everybody who wanted to turn on.

I’d say, “Hey, you wanna drop acid with me this weekend?” And then we’d go out to wilderness places –– and all take LSD. 

We were dealing LSD to other high school kids, and junior high kids. We sold vials of acid, and four-way acid tabs that would put you on a 12-hour psychedelic high –– that you couldn’t come down from if you begged! That was one of the most important things that would happen. It was the main ingredient of the acid test. The test was more or less, “can you get in, and can you get out???”

Excerpt #2 From Lonnie's Book - How Lonnie met the Lord

ONE OF THE bright spots in my young life was my grandmother Naomi. Thank God for her. She was a simple, uncomplicated lady. As I mentioned before, she was my grandma on my mother’s side. She belonged to the First Christian Church. She didn’t really conceive that there were any other kinds of believers other than First Christian. I love her very much. She also had a real strong interest in making sure that I attended Sunday School. She bought me all brand new clothes, brand new shoes, and a white shirt with a little bow tie. Then she marched me down to a little Pentecostal church, (which was the closest church to my house), where the people –– you know –– “Shandala Shandi” –– speak in

tongues, and shout “GLORY HALLELUJAH!!” –– and

things like that. As a child, I thought it was radical and wonderful.

One day they brought me to a little puppet show. It was in a Union Hall on Chapman Avenue in Orange, California. For the first time in my life I really heard the Gospel story. I heard how Jesus died for me and gave His life on the cross –– so that I could have eternal life. Suddenly, I understood that, and went forward to the stage area at this little marionette puppet show. I got down on my knees and accepted Christ into my heart. I was eight years old, and can take you to the very spot, in the very same building where it happened. I was born from above by the supernatural resurrection power of God. It is absolutely the greatest miracle anyone can experience no matter what age they are!

Excerpt #1 from Lonnie's Book - The Cave

I LOOKED DOWN the beach. It is one of those beautiful northern California coastlines with lots of driftwood, and fog, and powerful waves crashing on the rocks with slaps of thunder. It is 1970 in the middle of winter. The fog coming in is cold, but I feel nothing but exhilaration as I continue my long walk alone in this rugged beauty. I can see down the coast, probably about a mile. Taking my time, I walk and walk, and then –– “Far out,” I see the opening of a really large cave. Inside, I'm amazed at the ceiling structure. It goes way up there, and it's like being inside a “subterranean” room. This is definitely beautiful and cool. I've never seen a cave this big on a northern California beach.

I say to myself, being a good “glossolalia” – practicing hippie, “The echo to worship God in here is perfect!” I start singing. As I worship the Lord a presence fills the cave. It is Holy. It is ethereal. I hear the Lord say in my mind, “There are five people coming down the beach right now. I want you to tell them about me.” The sweetness of his voice filled the air. I was worshiping in the spirit, and lifting my hands. And then, God met me in worship –– with divine guidance.

Now keep in mind, I had just walked all over this beach, and there was no one around but the seagulls. It was totally deserted. It’s the middle of winter, and even with my jacket on it is miserably northern California cold! However, as I walk outside of the cave, there are five guys coming down the beach toward me –– like magic, just like He told me in the Spirit!