Journal of Joy ~ Portland, My Port of Call ~ January 19, 2001
January 19, 2001
On my 50th birthday ~ When I arrived home this message was on the voice mail.
Stay focused. Stand firm. The LORD sent you to Portland, Oregon. Press Forward. Press the Sword Forward. The LORD has positioned you as HIS center point.
Upon hearing it, I fell upon my face before the LORD and wept. There are moments in our lives when a word of encouragement is the most precious gift as our tested faith is being rebuilt. Beverly did not know it was my birthday. She did not know that my position was center point when I played college basketball (Pacific University) years ago, nor did she even know that I currently lived in Gresham, Oregon, a Portland suburb where I lived from 2000-2007 completing an intercessory assignment of the LORD.
Beverly Crisman, Kennebunk, Maine, USA
In the 1960s, my twin sister, Jeannie and I were invited to spend a week with our Grandmother, Florence Fox in Portland, Oregon. This was that life was changing never-to-be-the-same summer between Jr. High and High School, the summer of becoming teenagers, the summer of new freedom and much blossoming. As I am very much like my grandmother in personality, my heart was very comfortably at home during any time spent with her. My Dad and I were always kindred spirits, as there was an unspoken understanding between us. He said it was because my personality was so much like his mother’s ~ a bit English. Daddy often said that I was a chip off the old block.
As soon as the date was set for the week in Portland, the days, hours and minutes were counted, and then counted again. Like Christmas morning, it could not arrive soon enough. Although I had visited my grandmother before, this was different because we were invited to stay for a whole week! To sleep in her guest bedroom with an ornate white and gold Victorian bedroom set (a dresser, nightstands and headboard that matched) was akin to being a princess in a fairy tale. My grandmother’s house was decorated with Rosewood Victorian furniture. The cherry wood table was set with Havilland China, and Sheri, her silky black Standard French Poodle was her constant companion. Although her house was immaculate, she fussed over the invisible dust invading her home daily. My Grandmother’s inner strength and perseverance impacted every fiber of my being. Grandma Florence graciously drove us in her little black Volkswagen Beetle to see the Portland Rose Gardens, Multnomah Falls, and Mt. Hood. The car fit her perfectly as she was barely 5 feet tall. It was in that sweet memorable season, the city of Portland was imprinted on my heart.
Also known as the “City of Roses”, Portland, Oregon is the city of my heart. The horizon holds majestic snow capped mountains and tall fragrant evergreen trees. The landscape is full of colorful flowers, lush green grass, rose gardens, city parks, flowing rivers, tumbling waterfalls, many bridges, and towering skyscrapers.
Majestic Mt. Tabor dwells within the 145 square miles. Portland is the city where John G. Lake ministered the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the 1920s. In 1898, his wife, Jennie was raised from the dead, which was broadcast nationally. John gave away all of his worldly possessions and began independent evangelistic work.
In April 1907, the year my grandfather, Earnest Harold Isaacson was born, the year the Portland Rose Festival Parade was launched.
In 1994, almost a hundred years later following John G. Lake, when God called me to begin HGRM which is also a ministry completely dependent upon God, yet independent of denominations. Mt. Tabor is among the places that I have walked, prayed, poured out Holy Anointing Oil, and shared the Gospel of Jesus Christ. This beautiful city, known as the “Rose City”, “PDX” and “Stumptown” is my port of call and like Multnomah Falls is overflowing with countless sacred, cherished memories. The LORD called me to live in this city from 2000-2007 for HIS specific purposes and plans and intercessory prayer assignments. To God Be the Glory! Amen!
~~~~~~~ In 2016 my DNA results: I am 44% Great Britain (English) 30% Scandinavian 20% Irish and then 6% Traces: 1% Europe East, 1% European Jewish, 1% Italy/Greece, 1% Europe West, 1% Iberian Peninsula, 1% Africa North. Which means I am 68% from my Dad's lineage and 30% from my mother. Truly, I am a "chip off the old block."