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The Way The Truth and The Life

by Mickey R. Mullen

99 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #01-0174; ISBN 1-55212-774-5; US$11.99, C$13.79, EUR9.85, £6.89

A fast paced autobiography from World War II to the present. From living on a farm as a preachers kid with most all the abuses, to overcoming them with the Lord's help.

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About the Book At the altar I asked God to help me. When I got up, most of the congregation was shaking my hand and was calling me "BROTHER". After leaving the church, I went to a gas station with a pay phone on the outside wall to call my mother. When my mother answered I told her that "I went to the altar". She asked me to pray for "Dad and Me". At that instant, I believed that I could pray and heal her: she had a crippled leg since childhood from polio and later on rheumatoid arthritis. Standing there, something hit me in my back and knocked my heart out of me to the right. The suit coat went limp, with my body feeling sunken. At first, it had occurred to me, I was shot. The impact was so great my right foot went forward a half step. Finding out my neck was stiff, out of the corner of the left eye I saw and felt a long stream of white misty light entering my back and my body was filling up. According to scripture, "replacing my heart." St Matthew 9 v 16-17.

About the Author This book is about beatings, molestation, drunkeness, car wrecks, sex and living to the limits. A humorous account of a homemade trailer, farm, and dad as a preacher; four years following construction jobs, divorce, high school graduation, 8 years in the Navy with honors, a biblical conversion and receiving the Holy Ghost similar to the way Jesus received it. Carpenter vocational school, union carpenter, buying real estate for remodelling to rent or sell. Taking care of mom in her old age. The author addresses issues such as conviction, conversion, Holy Ghost, evolution, Trinity, idols, devotion to whom, prayer, faults doctrine, etc.. The author is not associated with any Church or religion nor does he attend, did Jesus?

Sample Excerpt - Chapter One

I was born on September 20, 1937, in Laramie, Wyoming, descended from Irish ancestors, as well as the Cherokee Indians who had marched on the "Trail of Tears." The Cherokees were forced to march from the Carolina, on the East Coast, to Oklahoma.

My Dad, Mike, got his first good job working on the railroad. Living in a homemade trailer built on a truck frame, it was about 16 feet long, with a wood or coal stove for heat and cooking. With one brother, Paul, seven years older, and a sister, Sis (Margarita), five years older, there was very little room to move around. Anyone that wants to go back to the "good old days" doesn't know what they're talking about. Paul said that he lived in the trailer four years. Sis must have lived in it for two years. You have heard of trailer trash - well, we lived in a trashy trailer.

The family told me that before they arrived in Laramie, they had gone to Kansas "to follow the harvest." Families used to work in the wheat fields when the wheat was ready to harvest. I was told that the grasshoppers liked the linseed oil that Dad put on the canvas, "the siding," and ate holes in it.

With not much of a car, Dad came upon this hill that was too steep for the car to pull the trailer up. Dad found a brick and told Paul that when he popped the clutch, to move the brick up behind the wheel - at least once Paul got his fingers pinched between the brick and the tire.

After the Kansas escapade, my family went to Laramie. It was one of Paul's jobs to pull his wagon along the railroad track and put coal in it that had "accidentally" fallen off the train.

When the time came for me to be born, Mom went to a house in the stock yards where the midwife lived. The morning I was born, Dad came in shortly afterward and found me laying on a bed with no blanket over me. Outside a winter snow storm was raging. I got an ear infection, and the doctor lanced it. It was a family joke, since I had freckles, to say that "the cow blew bran in my face" when I was born in the stock yards....

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