Not by Might . . . Nor by Power

Lonnie Frisbee and Roger Sachs

Lonnie Frisbee and Roger Sachs Catching Fish. . .

For many of you, who might have discovered this web site about Lonnie Frisbee . . . welcome.  Lonnie charged me back in 1991 to help him tell his story. Little did he know, or I know, that in the year 2010 his story is still not told . . . at least not Lonnie’s version.  Lonnie Frisbee was probably one of the most effective communicators in the world.  Some called it a special anointing from God.  Others accused him of mass hypnosis, and crowd manipulation.  But one thing for sure, he had no patience, or special gifting to write anything.  In my case, I felt like I was supposed to write a book ever since I was 8 years old, but had absolutely no resume of accomplishments when Lonnie asked me to help him.  The only thing that tied us together was foreign missions, an art background, a former extensive drug culture experience . . . and friendship.

It took me 32 long years to write the story of how my life was turned around in 1975, and I finally finished it in 2007.   Lonnie’s story is much more radical and diverse than mine by a million miles.  Nevertheless the reason it is taking so long to get Lonnie’s story out there is a little more complicated than simply finding the time to write in the midst of a busy lifestyle.  For those of you that might believe in God, and might also believe that God has ways to communicate with us . . . well, I believe God told me to put everything on hold in 1993.   All that Lonnie and I had worked on before he died  . . . put it all on hold.  For me, that was totally unexpected and as radical as Lonnie himself.  It was really hard.  Believe me, because we had assembled hundreds of hours of written, audio and video documentation, which I knew from the get-go was a real treasure, and a powerhouse of material.  It was hard, but then again not really, because “somehow” I just knew it was not the right timing.  Besides, immediately after his death, life consumed me in other ways, like a 2-year around the world mission trip in 1994, living by faith in England, Africa and New Zealand.  The saga continues to this day.  Anyway, like Lonnie would often say “To make a long story longer” it wasn’t until moving to Santa Maria, CA in 2006 that I started to get a green light to start moving again on Lonnie’s story . . . and to honor the commitment that I made with my friend in a notarized contract . . . way back when.

So this is the situation . . . “in the multitude of counselors there is safety” and one of my favorite sounding-boards has convinced me that we should start putting up on this web-site . . . little by little . . . the things we get done, or partially done . . . so that instead of waiting another couple years, or decades, to completely finish a book or video documentary, or audio book, or teaching series . . . we can start blessing people now, get more people involved, stir up interest beyond our own little circles . . . while the timing is ripe . . .  (and it is ripe).  I can also now see the wisdom in the long wait.  Finally and most importantly, we need to get Lonnie’s friends praying and covering us for real.  We need all the help we can get because the big guns have always been pointed at vessels like Lonnie. His story is dangerous to the enemies of mankind, and will not go out there unchallenged.  So please pray and let’s fight the good fight together.  “One can fight a thousand, but two can fight ten thousand.”

Lonnie would be amazed that people could instantly around the world hear, or visually see someone share from their heart . . . with the push of a keyboard.  It continues to amaze me.  The last few external hard drives I bought at Costco are 2TB each.   Big Brother is getting stronger, but no worries.  I hope this web-site will become a blessing to you as you get to know Lonnie Frisbee for yourself . . . and then of course Lonnie was labeled the original Jesus Freak, mainly because he wanted his life to ultimately be a reflection of his best friend.

God bless you . . .

Roger Sachs