God’S Whip

© 2013 by Reverend Dennis R. Grubbs. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/14/2012

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Exodus 3:

14 And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM:

MYNAME IS: I AM!:

While I was regretting the past, and fearing the future,

Suddenly, My Lord was speaking.

MYNAME IS: I AM!:

He paused ____ I waited ____ He continued.

"When you live in the past,

with its’ mistakes and regrets,

it is hard.

I AM, IS NOT THERE.

My name is not, I WAS!"

"When you live in the future,

with its’ problems and fears,

it is hard.

I AM, IS NOT THERE.

I AM, will not be there,

for My Name is not,

I WILL BE!"

When you live in this moment,

It is not hard,

I AM, IS HERE!

For My Name is:

I AM!

What is it that which you see?

That, which is above, is the answer to all of your problems.

HE IS THE LIGHT IN THE MIDST OF THE DARKNESS!

John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

1 John 5:7 For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one.

I say unto all peoples of religious whoredom:

How dare you say: THERE IS NO GOD?

How dare you of RELIGIOUS, SELF-PIETY, set God outside the church door, through your

traditions?

How dare you churches, to disallow the outpouring of a Gift of God to be offered inside the place of worship, the tabernacle?

How dare you DEFAME the Holy Word of God?

How dare you proclaim your theology, above the TRUE purports of Scripture!

How dare you of religious piety, PUT A GENDER GAP, in your

theology!

How dare you DISREGARD, varied GIFTS of God?

How dare you limit God’s Authority and Might?

HOW DARE YOU!

The first and foremost commission of this book is:

Lean not to thine own understanding, Neither to any predisposition;

In all things, allow only the Spirit of God guide you.

Remembering this commission which is upon all of us, in concern of the whole of the Holy Text

Deuteronomy 4:

2 Ye shall not add unto the word which I command you, neither shall ye diminish ought from it, that ye may keep the commandments of the LORD your God which I command

you.

Revelation 22:

18 For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written

in this book:

19 And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.

But such is not speaking of this book, but only that of the Holy Word of God, being, that of, the true text of the unexpurgated ancient text of The Bible.

Approximately sixty-seven percent of the most essential portions of script of the Standard King James (1611 Edition) Holy Bible is accurate (the most accurate) of translations. Even though the Queens English of that era is somewhat more difficult to understand, the words used are more accurate in their direction than many of those of modern use.

Job 11:

1   Should not the multitude of words be answered? and should a man full of talk be justified?

2   Should thy lies make men hold their peace? and when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?

3   For thou hast said, My doctrine is pure, and I am clean in thine eyes.

4   But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against thee;

5   And that he would show thee the secrets of wisdom, that they are double to that which is! Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.

6   Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection?

7   It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?

8   The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.

9   If he cut off, and shut up, or gather together, then who can hinder him?

10   For he knoweth vain men: he seeth wickedness also; will he not then consider it?

11   For vain man would be wise, though man be born like a wild ass’s colt.

12   If thou prepare thine heart, and stretch out thine hands toward him;

13   If iniquity be in thine hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in thy tabernacles.

14   For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:

15   Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:

16   And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.

17   And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; yea, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt take thy rest in safety.

18   Also thou shalt lie down, and none shall make thee afraid; yea, many shall make suit unto thee.

19   But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.

Job 12:

1   And Job answered and said,

2   No doubt but ye are the people, and wisdom shall die with

you.

3   But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: yea, who knoweth not such things as these?

4 I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.

1   He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

2   The tabernacles of robbers prosper, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God bringeth abundantly.

3   But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee:

4   Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.

5   Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this?

6   In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.

7   Doth not the ear try words? and the mouth taste his meat?

8   With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.

9   With him is wisdom and strength, he hath counsel and understanding.

10   Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again: he shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.

11   Behold, he withholdeth the waters, and they dry up: also he sendeth them out, and they overturn the earth.

12   With him is strength and wisdom: the deceived and the deceiver are his.

13   He leadeth counsellors away spoiled, and maketh the judges fools.

14   He looseth the bond of kings, and girdeth their loins with a

girdle.

15   He leadeth princes away spoiled, and overthroweth the

mighty.

16   He removeth away the speech of the trusty, and taketh away the understanding of the aged.

17   He poureth contempt upon princes, and weakeneth the

strength of the mighty.

18   He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death.

19   He increaseth the nations, and destroyeth them: he enlargeth the nations, and straiteneth them again.

20   He taketh away the heart of the chief of the people of the earth, and causeth them to wander in a wilderness where there is no way.

21   They grope in the dark without light, and he maketh them to stagger like a drunken man.

Job 13:

1   Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.

2   What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

3   Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.

4   But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

5   O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

6   Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my

lips.

7   Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for

him?

8   Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?

9   Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

10   He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.

11   Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?

12   Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

13   Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

14   Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?

15   Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

16   He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him.

17   Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your

ears.

18   Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.

19   Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.

20   Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.

21   Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.

Proverbs 2:

1   For the upright shall dwell in the land, and the perfect shall remain in it.

2   But the wicked shall be cut off from the earth, and the transgressors shall be rooted out of it.

Proverbs 3:

1   My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:

2   For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add

to thee.

3   Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:

4   So shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man.

5   Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

Awake! Awake!

Arise!

I Say:

Awake! Awake!

Arise!

Awake all ye who slumber in self piety, self righteousness, self glory, and holiness of self,

Awake! Awake! Arise!

For the Whip of God is, or may be, waiting to befall thee and to bring upon thee, great shame before all of the congregation to whom thou hast boasted and proclaimed thyself to be of great stature and most honorable in the sight of God.

Hebrews 12:

1 And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:

2 For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.

3 If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?

4 But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.

~God’s Whip~

2 Chronicles 35:21

But he sent ambassadors to him, saying, What have I to do with thee, thou king of Judah? I come not against thee this day, but against the house wherewith I have

war: for God commanded me to make haste: forbear thee from meddling with God, who is with me, that he destroy thee not.

Proverbs 9:8&9

Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee: rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee. Give instruction to a wise man, and he will be yet wiser: teach a just man, and he will increase in learning.

Ecclesiastes 7:5

It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools.

2 Timothy 4:3

For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;

Titus 1: 13

This witness is true. Wherefore rebuke them sharply, that they may be sound in the

faith

Titus 2:15

These things speak, and exhort, and rebuke with all authority. Let no man despise

thee.

1 Timothy 5:20 Them that sin rebuke before all, that others also may fear.

In addition, as was spoken by the God of all:

Revelation 3:19

As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

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I hereto break forth with an opening for preponderance!

In order to catch your intrigue and interest, I decided to open this book with a flurry of Praise towards the marvelous things that God can bestow upon us, if we would only allow Him to do so, therefore, I decided to break forth with this story of truth.

I once new a man, about 30-35 years ago, who was totally blind. You could shine a spot light-flood light, in his eyes, and he would not squint; thus, proving his absolute, total blindness.

It just so happened that, this man, somehow, and that somehow, I will explain, shortly, but, this man, without vision, nor any noise, which would give forth with a knowing, that someone, or, something, other than just the two of you, was around, this man, could tell you that there was a person in close proximity, to where the two of you were standing or sitting. He could tell if such person, was a true Christian, or if they were not.

This gentleman related to me, that he could see either, an intense light, a dim light or a deep darkness, surrounding, or, emulating from, the person.

As an example, to my absolute belief, I happened to be in the presence of this gentleman when, and neither of us were aware of this person being in the area, but, this gentleman of mention, all of a sudden said: ‘Look, can you see the light? It is coming our way.

It just so happened that, the light he was referring to, was the radiance of God, surrounding and emulating from, the National Minister of the United States, being, the Reverend Billy Graham.

Another time that I happened to be in the presence of this gentleman, we were exiting a banquet which we had attended, in downtown Portland Oregon, and a similar incident of the afore mention, occurred. However, the axiom, was the opposite as, the gentleman stated that a large mass of darkness, which had a tower of lesser darkness along one side of it, and a tower of bright light was on the other side, and all three, were drawing near. It just so happened that there were two police officers, one on each side, escorting a prisoner. I am not saying that all prisoners are vile, but it just so happened, as I learned later, this particular prisoner of note, had been convicted of more than a dozen rapes. Thereby, such incident evidenced that the prisoner was the center tower of pure darkness while one of the police officers along one side of the prisoner was a tower of semi-darkness, and the police officer along the other side of the prisoner, was a tower of pure light, emulating the wholesomeness and purity of Godliness.

Both incidences evidenced to me, that God has truly instilled within mankind, a means by which to distinguish a difference within another person; one being the Glory of God, within a person, giving forth with a radiance of wondrous praise unto God, and, oppositely, there can be a vile darkness within a person, which emulates from the soul of mankind, evidencing his/her evilness, within.

Darn it, I just realized that he, this man, never told me what he saw emulating from me. I hope and pray that it is an enormous raidiance of Glorious Light.

Let me ask this question of all hereto imbibing:

What is the evidence

that is emulating from you?

Author’s Introductory Biography

When delving into, the pondering of, life, and all of those things within it, it must be realized that, many times, God may allow, or purposefully cause, a physical, or, mental, calamity, hardship, or, verbal abuse by or from others, to befall a person, but, if that person upon whom, such calamities have befallen, puts their life, into the Guiding Hands of God, that adversity, that calamity, those hardships, if the person upon whom they have befallen, will allow God’s Expression to flow through them, then, such allowance of flow, may show forth with, or cause, a much greater wealth of Joy, and graciousness, to themselves, and others, than such a turmoil or tribulation, could bring forth, with, physical or mental, anguish, sorrow, or, pain, upon, or, within, that person bearing such mental or physical, calamity.

Because of, and toward, my possession of such an insight, and, the acceptance by me, of my physical deformities and like issues, it has been expressed and mentioned to me, that, as a precursor to, and, as an expressed reason for, much of this books’ text, in regard of, and, toward, the many fallacious heraldings, wanton misunderstandings, and, the malicious spiteful teachings, of many religious orders, it has been suggested that, I should incorporate into this book, my, autobiography, as an expressed emphasis, as to the why of, many of, the, chastising castigations, embodied within portions of this book, are being pressed, and, exposed.

Throughout my life, even though they knew not the reasons, nor, knew not what might have been the cause, of varied and sundry things, in concern of my physical countenance, nor, the reason for my demure demur, many times, I have been, rebuked, ridiculed, mocked, verbally chastised, and made into a spectacle, of God’s supposed wrath, upon mankind. Of such indecencies, most, being, that is, at least, Ninety (90) percent of such activity, has been, wrought and waged upon me, by, varied, and, sundry, churches of bombastic idiocy, by way of, and through, their dogma, and, heretical, doctrinal beliefs.

Since most, and I truly mean, most; being, most probably, less than one thousandth, of, one percent, of persons who are a member of, or, just attend, a church, a sanctuary, or any place of gathering, of any of the varied, and numerous, types of worship, be such worship of, a singular God, be said God, a spiritual being, or, of a solid substance;

yet, most of such followers, are not aware of, what the true, raw, core, of, and for, such religious faction’s development, truly comes forth from, nor of what, it comports in its’ core.

Regardless of the educational level of, the; preachers, pastors, ministers, priests, gurus, monks, and like religious authoritarians, and those members of such groups, might be elevated to, they only know that which they have been taught, by someone else who had been taught by someone else, and none of or, very few of, the teachers, knew of the truth, of the accurate, ancient text, from whence the theology of the religion is based, nor, as to what was behind the reason, nor the core of the understanding, of the founding parties, of the particular doctrine; nor do they know, or, for what purpose, the who, and the for why, and many, or, most of them, did not, nor, do not, truly care, or give a damn, as to the reason, such persons, had certain; ideas, concepts, and or, parameters, by which to establish the religious following, nor why such concepts had been interjected into the core of their teaching, being those things such as; the root cause of their own thoughts, toward the meaning of this, and that; and quite often, did not understand the root of their own desires for certain things to be followed, in a particular manner; etc., therefore, much perversion of the Truth of God’s Word, has been left behind the sealed doors of unwillingness to abide to the Truth, left outside the chambers of True Godliness, thrown out of the worship unto the True God,, and thrown into the trash receptacle of Satan’s design, while the desires of corrupt man, flourishes.

Therefore, in light of such unrighteousness, and blasphemy toward God’s purpose for many things, I incorporate, as an opening parley, to this book, I give forth with a generalized glimpse of God’s purpose for my life. This testimony, in the form of a brochure, has been spread around the world.

My

Chronicle

From these pages, you will be imbued with ardent verity of the many parities within life.

God allowed me to be burdened with many physical defects from birth, but He also gave me the strength, courage, and the desire, to never quit, in my attempts to overcome.

I am in hope that you will glean, through the information herein spent, some being of my many birth defects, plus, a few of life’s, natural and normal calamities, and, those magnificent things brought about as a result of my unwillingness to allow those birth defects, and like anomalies; to stop me, and keep me from beating the odds, thereby, allowing myself to become a: World Renowned, Organist. Yes, you read it correctly, World Renowned. Read on.

Through the writing of this missive, I wish to convey to all hereto imbibing, HOPE, and, ENCOURAGEMENT; especially to any of those who may be in despair, who perchance, may read this brochure, and thereby, glean the understanding, that, even though they may have weakness of spirit, they still have the ability, by which, to, go forward, and SUCCEED, if they truly make an honest effort.

SUCCESS, is still SUCCESS, even if that person making the attempt does not reach the level, or goal, that is desired.

FAILURE. is MOST OFTEN, THE ‘CHOICE’, of the person who truly does not want to honestly attempt to succeed at the task.

As my grandmother quite often said to me:

"Can’t never did nothing, and, won’t, never will; and how do you spell the word

can’t?

W-O-N-T!

But, I fooled her, because you see, I learned to spell the word, c-a-n-’t, in this fashion-

I W-I-L-L!

Therefore, not wishing to misspell the word, can’t, anymore, in my life style, I constantly attempt to live by the above W-I-L-L word, cliché style, each and every day, in all that I attempt to accomplish.

Truly making an attempt to succeed, is better than not trying at all; because even if you fail in your attempted endeavor, you have still been completely successful, because you at least, made an attempt.

The only viable reason for not trying to succeed at any task, is if you are deceased; and since you are reading this compendium, YOU have no excuse, NONE WHATSOEVER! You have no reason not to make an honest attempt to overcome your challenges in life, through the continuance of trying to succeed.

The reason I stated that you have NO EXCUSE, and I do not mean to imply, NO REASONABLE EXCUSE, but, emphatically, I expressly mean that you have, ABSOLUTELY, NO EXCUSE, other than one that is SPECIFICALLY permitted, or, given, to you by God Himself, and therefore, you have no other excuse and the reason I state such is as that which is portrayed in the following statement.

Emphatically, and prodigiously, I promulgate the following axiom as an absolute paradoxical allegory.

An EXCUSE is merely, the:

SKIN OF A REASON, STUFFED WITH A LIE!

Whereas, a REASON is embodied with PURE

TRUTH,,

and requires no explanation for its’ existence.

THE CREATOR of each individual, being each of us, each with our varied differences, being; physical, mental, or, any of a multitude of many other circumstances, HE, THE CREATOR, knew exactly what HE was doing, when HE allowed, these varied calamities, or, good fortunes, to be bestowed upon ALL mankind, in varied degrees. THE CREATOR is NO IDIOT, so why do we, mankind, so vehemently, attempt to make HIM appear to be so? HE, THE CREATOR knows exactly what we are able to accomplish, WHEN we honestly, and, whole-heartedly, strive to reach the proper end result; whether it be, or, whether it not be, perfect in the sight of others, and/or our self; yet, if we make an honest attempt to overcome, that segment of our life’s oblique obstacle, then, HIS, THE CREATOR’S PERFECTION, has been achieved, in that particular portion of our life’s moment.

What does THE CREATOR’S PERFECTION embody? It embodies our honest attempt to achieve, to overcome, at the highest level that we are capable of achieving: not the giving up half way through the battle, thereby, not making our most complete wholehearted attempted effort to succeed.

Perfection is only in the ‘eye of the beholder ‘; and who’s eye, is the most important to please?

Is it not, first and foremost, the CREATORS’ EYE, that we are meant to please: and then, our own?

If we do not make an honest attempt to succeed, we only prove our COWARDICE to live, because: the ART of LIVING, brings about the ART of ACTION, which enhances the ART of STRUGGLING, which ultimately cultivates the ART of Success toward Self, which causes the GREATEST ART of all, The ART Of Winning Your Own Battle.

Winning over the odds of failure: being those odds which are stacked against us all, throughout the entirety of life’s walk, is the greatest win of all.

Some may say, ‘I can not win, It is impossible’, yet, each time you make another honest attempt, even though you know that you will fail, you actually win, because, you are still fighting.

Therein lies the GLORY of LIFE, the PERFECTION within THE CREATOR’S EYE.

To some, the struggle they may be facing, is greater than the struggle of their neighbor, while their neighbor might be feeling quite the opposite.

Each persons personal struggle, is severe to them, liken unto a steep climb up a rocky cliff, while to someone else, that same struggle, may be liken unto, ‘a mere stroll in a park’.

Each person has their moments of severe emotional and physical despair, anguish, and grief, due to a variety of things in their life; however, let it be asked this query:

In what condition would this world be, if all people, just quit; threw in the towel; gave up; with their attempt to overcome their life struggles; be it in business, marriage, religion, or any other similar, or not similar, ordeal? Would not this world be in a much greater chaos than we, mankind, are, currently, suffering, or, has, ever, suffered?

Here is a brief of my life; and of none of it, do I have, a God Given Right, to complain. All of it, has been my burden. All of it, has been my struggle. All of it, has been my test.

And it, the test, is not over, not until that moment, when I close my eyes, and draw my final breath of this physical life, and pass into that life of a more Glorious Rest.

This pamphlet is fraught with photos and explanations. Some of which, may be a bit disturbing to some people, but, to those persons, I propound this thought.

Remember this: I am he who had to personally, and, physically, deal with, the pains, hardships, sorrow, and, anguish, of it all; but you will only ‘see’, with your eyes; and you will not literally ‘feel’, the actual agony, with your nerves; nor will you suffer the emotional distress.

Thereto, I ask that all imbibing hereto, to rejoice with me, over the, ‘to date’, results.

This pamphlet contains photos of two sculptures. which depict a close proximity of my hands at birth. My parents expressed to me that, even though the sculptures are well done, the truth of the deformities, were much much worse than the sculptures depict.

Included are photos, dated May 9, 1949, of my hands after only five surgeries had been preformed on them, the which, procedures, were preformed at Saint Luke’s Hospital, in Boise Idaho.

There are also photos, dated December 31, 1956, of my hands, after a total of thirty-seven surgeries, which, with the exception of the first five procedures, the balance of the thirty-seven, were preformed at, Shiner’s Children’s Hospital, and, Dornbecker’s Children’s Hospital, both in Portland Oregon, all by the time I had reached the age of Sixteen Years. These photos, dated, December 31, 1956, were taken on my final day of release, from the Shiner’s Hospital, never again to be a patient therein, because, in those days, the age of Sixteen Years, was the age of dismissal from the Charitable proceedings.

Approximately eleven of those first sixteen years of my life, were spent in those afore mentioned three hospitals, while I was suffering through those many surgeries. Generally, the children were admitted, two to three weeks in advance of their surgery.

The reason for such, was; many of the children were from indigent families, and therefore, were somewhat, under-nourished. After the two or three week pre-surgery period was expended, the physical ability for the body to endure the surgical procedure, was greatly improved.

After the surgery was performed, the child was generally kept in the hospital four upwards of two and a half, to, four months, to allow the surgery to fully heal, and for the child to attend daily therapy sessions, especially designed to address their specific surgical procedure. Visiting days were on Sundays, and lasted for only two hours.

My parents were seldom able to come visit me because neither one of them were able to drive, and the hospitals were about twenty miles from the house.

My father was also a minister and since the visiting hours were shortly after the church service would have ended, the travel time would not have made it possible for them to make the trip in time, via the city bus, because they would have had to go down town, and get a transfer, and all that stuff, which took more than an hour and a half, one way.

Therefore, as a child, I felt like I was abandoned; my parents did not want me; I was a freak. The most proving factor was; that: all the other kids in the hospitals, had hair, but I did not, and I never did; my brothers and my father, had hair, and they always did, but I never did. I had a constant battle within myself, but, I finally won. Yes, it took many many years, but I won. I was bald at birth, and to this day, I have remained, naturally bald. I truly, never had any hair. Therefore, I was constantly made fun of, being called, baldy, all my life, for in those days, unlike the fashion for males of today, baldness was, being, a freak.

In February, 2009, while I was in the emergency room, because it was thought that I was suffering with a mild heart attack, I finally met, and for the first time, that I ever heard of, someone else, YES! someone else, who was born totally bald, without any hair, and who had never had any hair, all the days of their life. He is a nurse in the emergency room, and he told me that his brother was also born without hair and has never had any hair. Sixty-four years it took for me to hear of another hairless wonder. And in case any of you that are reading this epistle did not know of this proclamation, I shall let you in on a very little known secret: that secret being: The reason that I am more intellectually sound than most people is:

Brains and hair don’t mix!

So now you know what I, and these other two gentlemen have, and what you have very little of, or you don’t. have any at all; Just joking, of course!

Continuing on with my story:

Within this brochure, there are two photos of my ‘harelip’, which were taken at six months, nine days, of age, just before corrective surgery was performed.

Around the time of my birth, my parents were told that my life expectancy, because of numerous internal defects, and bio-chemical anomalies, that my life expectancy was a mere six months, at best. Well, the Creator said that I was to righteous for Hell, and that I was to mischievous for Heaven, so I had to stay here on earth for a while longer; so:

SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE,

I am still here: as of the date of this latest re-write, I have just barely reached the age of Sixty-eight years old, and, have survived sixty-two surgical procedures, two heart attacks, an ordeal with cancer, and in 1967, I bewildered all my doctors by surviving and recovering from a bout with; Autonomic Neurological Dysfunction, of which, the form of such that I had, was, a multiplex combination, embracing: Type III Riley-Day Syndrome of Familial Dysautonnonia, of, and, from which, I am still in preponderance as, it should have taken my life. However, it must be remembered, God’s reason for me still being here, is because: He ain’t done with me yet: It isn’t over, until, He says, it is over.

Actually, the truth of the whole thing is most likely this: I am to good for Hell, and to naughty for Heaven, so God said that I have to remain here until I change toward either side.

Now I do solemnly jaunt, into a minor depiction of, a few of, my life’s, many calamities.

‘The above two photos, are of a sculpture depicting my left hand at birth. The sculpture shows that the only finger that is not involved with any degree of deformity, and, the which, believe it or not, is the only finger that has never been touched with a surgical tool: such finger, is, the ‘little’ finger,

However, between the ‘ring’ finger, and the ‘middle’ finger, is a small web.

The ‘middle’ finger, besides having the ‘small web’ between it and the ‘ring’ finger, it also has a ‘web’ between it, and the ‘index’ finger.

It, this middle finger, is also missing the very ‘tip’ of itself, the which, ‘tip’, is a ‘fatty-bulb’ like growth, which is attached to the ‘web’ between the ‘middle’ finger, and the ‘index’ finger.

Also, the ‘middle’ finger’s ‘tip phalange joint’, is bent (is grown) toward the ‘index’ finger. This finger, being the middle finger, also, instead of a normal ‘fingernail’, has ‘two’ hook-like nails, similar to those of a cat claw. When the ‘pad’ of the finger, beneath the nail, is pressed upon, the ‘claw-like nails’, extend, as do those of a cat claw. Then, when the pressure on the ‘pad’ is released, the ‘claws’, (nails), retract back into the finger, as do those of a cat. MEOW! The claw like nails, and the supporting tip, being the upper phalange of the finger, was later removed: now I can no longer, MEOW.

The ‘index Finger, besides having the ‘web’ between it and the middle finger, also is joined to the thumb, by a massive web. Also, the upper ‘phalange’ of the ‘index finger, is bent (is grown) toward the ‘middle’ finger. This top phalange joint, was later straightened, and fused to the middle phalange.

The ‘thumb’ itself, suffers no deformity other than the ‘web’ between it and the ‘index’ finger.

The two above photos are of a sculpture of my right hand at birth. Please take note of the fact that this hand was the most severely deformed.

My parents said that even though the sculpture was good, it still was only about half as accurate as it could have been; therefore some of the descriptions I present herein, will not be exactingly evident through the sculpture’s depiction as, I will be defining a much more in depth, and, accurate, parameter, of the deformities, as they were described to me, by my parents.

As with the left hand, the thumb on my right hand was quite normal except for the enormous ‘web’, which was present between it, and the ‘index’ finger.

The ‘index’ finger however, was much worse than that of my left hand. As shown in the photo, my index finger was severely bent at the joints of both of the first and second phalanges. However, the portrayal of the sculpture, does not evidence the true severity of the bend. The upper two phalanges, were bent so severely, that they actually laid against the lower phalange, which then laid across, the palm of my hand. Additionally, the tip phalange, was bent side-wards toward the thumb.

In addition, the index finger had no ligament from the base of the second phalange, to the tip of the finger, therefore, such would not allow me to extend the finger from its’ bent position, to an extended, or, straight, position. The joint between the base phalange and the middle phalange, was not sufficiently developed to allow motion, therefore, the joint, was fused in the current bent position.

The reason for fusing the finger into the bent position, was, so as to cause the finger, to keep it at a bent angle, and, thereby, protect it, from being, more often than not, out of danger.

Between the ‘index’ finger and the middle finger, ‘flopped’, and I literally mean, flopped, as it was only joined to the body of the hand, by soft tissue, therefore, it literally flopped, from, side-to-side, front-to-back, a finger-like appendage. This mass was the top two phalanges, of the ‘middle’ finger.

This growth, which was of itself, perfectly formed, but, being not joined to any of the metacarpals of the body of the hand, nor, to the lower phalange of the middle finger, where it should have been joined, it, this mass, flopped, and was of no use, or value, and therefore, was later, removed.

The ring finger, and, the little’ finger, were fused together into

a single unit, yet, they were separately, and individually, identifiable.

These two fingers were so severely bent, downward, that they continuously pressed into the palm of my hand, causing their fingernails, to rupture the skin of the palm of my hand, and cause my hand to bleed.

The doctors put splints on the inside of these two fingers in an attempt to stretch the tendons and cause an amount of straightening. Their efforts were futile.

However, as related to me by my parents, about one year later, when they, the St. Luke’s Hospital Staff, decided to remove the upper two phalanges of my middle finger, those which were doing their flopping tricks, they, the staff, decided to remove from that flopping appendage, which was of no value to me, they, the attending surgical doctors, decided to remove the tendons from the worthless appendage, and then those tendons, were placed in my ‘ring’ and ‘little’ fingers, so as to reduce their curling, downward, toward the palm of my hand.

At the same time, they, the surgeons, separated my ring finger, and, little finger, from each other. However. Ten years later, these same two fingers, fused back together and had to be re-separated.

To assure that another re-fusing would not occur, the doctors removed a portion of skin from my abdomen and grafted it to the insides of both fingers. To this date, they, the fingers, have never shown any signs of attempting to fuse together again.

My ‘ring’ finger, had two fingernails on it, one on the outside, as per normal, and, one on the inside; the two of which, nails, were fused together, all the way around, from the very tip, all the way down, along the edges. Between the two nails, was a reservoir of blood, thereby, not allowing any degree of manicuring to be done, otherwise, should an attempt of manicure be undertaken, the ‘nail’s’, would erupt with a fountain of blood. The top phalange of this finger was removed which also removed the troublesome nails.

Between the tip and middle phalanges of my little finger, there was no joint, but the tip phalange was slightly bent toward the ring finger, so the joint was fused to the middle phalange, and it is still bent.

The following photos were taken in the year of 1949 and were provided to me by the Portland Oregon Shriner’s Hospital, being the first photos available to me as a fire had destroyed all my previous medical records, at the Boise Idaho Saint Luke’s Hospital, therefore, these are the earliest photos available which show the progress that

These photos of May 9, 1949, are of both my right hand, and my left hand. The photos are showing the progress on my right hand, being: that the upper two phalanges of the ‘middle’ finger have been removed and the ‘little’ and ‘ring’ finger have been separated.

They also evidence that the ‘index’ finger has been straighten to a certain extent. Additionally, it is evident that there is only a lower phalange, emulating a middle finger.

The photos also show the progress made to my left hand, such being: the fatty bulb tissue was removed from between the index and middle finger, and, the tip of the middle finger has been removed, which also removed the cat-like claw, fingernail

had been made after five surgeries.

The joist of the crane of the expression of the following two photos are:

WHOOPEE! I AM GOING TO A PARTY!!!

While the pout of the second photo is:

DID YOU REALLY MEAN IT WHEN YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE GOING TO SEW MY MOUTH SHUT?

The two above photos, only show the external, superficial deformity of my ‘harelip’.

These photos, taken of me at the age of six months nine days of age; Ain’t I Cute? These pictures only evidence the superficial deformity of my split lip, which is otherwise known as a, harelip, but neither the photo, nor the harelip itself, give forth any evidence of any problems of the interior of my mouth and nose.

I suffered with a ‘partial’ clef-pallet, and a partial open, from the roof of my mouth, into the ‘right side’ nasal passage.

Even though I have had two corrective surgeries, upon the harelip and the other problems related thereto, I still suffer with some minor problems when I eat and drink. As far as speech goes, I have trained my pallet and upper throat muscles to correct the airflow so that I do not speak with the nasal tone, of most persons, who suffer the same plight.

However, as my wife and I have observed, when I am wearing my ‘bi-pap’, which is an apparatus for a ‘sleep disorder’, I no longer have the muscle control of my pallet and upper throat, therefore, my speech is likened to that of those who suffer with severe clef-pallet, and the ensuing speech dysfunction.

The next two pictures were taken on December 31, 1956, showing my hands after thirty-seven surgeries, upon them, which I had incurred by the time I had reached Sixteen Years of age. The date of these pictures, was the final day of ever being a patient at the Shiner’s Hospital, again.

I suffer with severe Arthritis, and, other ‘bone’, muscle, and, neurological, disorders, in my hands, as a result of the many surgical procedures preformed upon them; nevertheless, I will not let the pain, and the, ‘sometimes almost’ dysfunction, of my hands, slow me down, or, cause me to quit, or, give up.

The following four pictures were taken in 1975, evidencing that my hands are still as deformed as they were on December 31, 1956, as I never had any other surgeries performed upon them.

Because of various other birth defects, one being: abnormal brain function, which controls the body chemistry, thereby, causing chemical imbalance of the body, I suffer with severe Migraines, the type that literally kill, their victim. Scientifically proven the ratio of killer migraine’s, within a group of Ten Thousand who suffer with migraines, if those who suffer with such a plight, would never adjust their habits to avoid the causing situations, the statistics would measure to be; One person, for every, Ten Thousand migraine sufferers, would die.

The rudimental causes of my particular migraines are similar in nature to those of many of the other persons who suffer with the same type of migraines.

Here are some of the many triggers and aggravators.

I cannot eat certain foods; otherwise, I will get a migraine. I cannot walk near, or, down, a perfume/cologne, or, soap, isle, in any store, without the possibility of triggering a migraine. Many times, if I happen to be in a meeting, or a group, the cologne upon a gentleman, or the perfume upon a woman, that is if either has bathed in it, and sad to say, if I am on the verge of a migraine, I will contract one.

Even the ‘warmed’ deodorant chemical perfume vapors, of some of the, even though yet unsoiled, ‘sanitary napkins’ and/or, other such items, in use, will trigger a migraine: sorry ladies, not your fault. I cannot change altitude more than 400 feet within a twenty-four hour period without causing my self to possibly come down with a migraine. A change in the weather, especially from being clear weather to stormy weather, will cause a migraine. Always, thunder storms, cause me to contract a migraine. Barometric pressure changes will more often than not, cause me to get a migraine.

I cannot wear deodorants, colognes, or, after shaves, etc. I must be careful with which hand soap I use. I must be careful with which laundry soaps I use. Certain ‘air fresheners, used commercially, or in homes, cause me to contract a migraine. I would be much better off if I did not need to breathe, eat, and do many other things: however, life is life, and, such is my struggle toward God’s Perfection. However, after I suffered such a severe migraine in November 1999, that the entire right side of my body was completely paralyzed, and had absolutely no feeling: no muscular response, nothing, the which, while I was lying on the table/bed of the emergency room of Mercy Hospital in Nampa Idaho, and the attending nurses and doctors were poking me on my leg, on my side, and on my arm, so hard, trying to get some response, I was bleeding, but had no response, it was very obvious, that there was some type of nerve disorder on the brain, caused by the severe left sided migraine, that I was suffering. This complete paralysis and numbness, lasted somewhere around seven to eight hours, and then as though a weight was lifted from me, all was over, and I rose from the emergency room table and the attending physicians ran tests and all was normal. About six years prior to this most recent editing, being about 2003 or 2004, my doctors, trying this treatment, trying that treatment, finally came up with a working combination of varied medications. Since 2003 or 2004, whenever it was when the combination was finally properly blended, I have suffered with no more than ten major migraines, and possibly fifty minor migraines, whereas I used to have two to three, major or minor migraines per week, year around. I still have to watch my diet; I still cannot wear stinky stuff, perfume, or get around it if it is very strong.

The medical name for this type of migrane is: Hemophegic.

Also, from birth, I have suffered with many skeletal muscular, and, organic, complications, but of which, I shall not delve into here as; there is not enough paper in the print shop, Yet, I will offer

Thanks and Praise unto THE CREATOR, as HE has caused, or, allowed, many of my birth defects, in such quarters, over the years to, either correct themselves to a much more normal state, or, has caused then to adjust themselves to better suit my physical needs; or, has allowed me to adjust my life style to avoid the triggers, or, has brought forth medical knowledge to the medical profession, and/or medications, by which to bypass, control, or, overcome, triggers.

I have been fortunate enough not to suffer as severely as I might, had HE, GOD, not intervened on my behalf.

Here. I present an array of photos which of themselves, evidence my lifetime of natural baldness, the which. baldness, caused me, scorn and ridicule, by those of religious, sanctimonious piety, who judged me under the Leviticus Law, being

Leviticus 19: 27 Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard.

Leviticus 21 … 1 They shall not make baldness upon their head, neither shall they shave off the corners of their beard, nor make any cuttings in their flesh.

And that is not counting all the mockery by children of all ages; causing me to have no friends; and as a young adult, I was not privy to enjoy the pleasures of courting a lady,

I cannot say that I was alone during the early part of my adult life, because I was not; I was married three times, which engulfed a total of 6 years.

Not until I reached Forty years of age, did I find a lady who truly fell in love with THE REAL, ME, and as of this re-write, or, re-editing, she has been by my side for nearly 25 years.

The ages of the above photos of me, evidence my life long baldness. The ages are as follows: age; 3 years; 15 years; 25 years; and the one of me sporting a beard, is me at the age of 44 years old. By the way, it took me an entire nine months, just to grow the beard, that long. I never trimmed its’ length, being, a full two and a quarter inches long. And the photo below is me, at the age of 45 years; and my wife’s age in the photo is; a young 44 years. I have no current photos of me at this ripe old age of 65 years.

Now for the best part of the story.

In 1988, both my wife and I, became Ordained Ministers, and later became members of an Inter-Denominational, Non-Denominational, Ministerial Organization.

During the first Sixteen years of my life, I spent the greater portion, or, more than, eleven of those years, surrounded by hospital walls and staff.

My father being a minister, caused my attendance in church on the Sundays when I was not in the hospital, so; being an ignorant kid, thinking that in spite of my deformed hands, I could still do anything I wanted to do, I had a great idea.

When I was just Seven years old, I decided that I wanted to play the piano for my own pleasure, and, for church services, just like my mother did, in spite of the fact that either one or both of my hands were in a cast, or. bandages, most of the time. Crazy kid, right?

People of the church congregation, along with family members, and other friends, told my parents. ‘don’t encourage him, to play the piano, cause, with his crippled hands. He will never be able to play. To the which, comments, my parents would most often reply: ‘He will have to find that out for himself.

My parents had an old, out of tune, piano, in our home, which they let me hammer on, but gently. Well, by the time I reached the ‘ripe’ ole age of Eight years, just, to be in spite of those tomfools of former note, being those of supposed ‘God’ wisdom, I began accompanying vocalist during church services. And, many of my accompaniments were just as good, if not better, than those of my mother, or the other personages who generally did the accompanying.

Above, is a photocopy of a ‘paste-up’ of newspaper articles, found in my fathers’ ‘archives’. They are a little worn, a little old. I was only nineteen years old, and, I was playing Christmas Carols in our town’s, local bank. Two of the caption of the three articles are:

Article #1, Handicaps Fail To Cripple Organ Playing Dennis Grubbs

Article #2, Youth Beats Two Handicaps

The irony of the second article caption is: my High School Home Tutor, whom I had not heard from for a couple of years, acquired my phone number, and called me to express her sorrow for my beating. To the which, I gave a laugh, and said to her: you need to re-read the article because it is actually declaring that, I have overcome, two of my handicaps.

In 1963, I was declared, Legally Blind. Such blindness is/was caused by: Toxoplasma sondii, which generally causes a minor ‘blind spot’ on the peripheral side of the retina, and only, or, generally, strikes just one eye. However, I must have been a greedy little fetus, because: I got an extra large dose: I got it directly dead-center, in both eyes. Considering that perfect vision is; 20/20, and legally blind is set at; 20/200, meaning, a mere 1/10th of perfect, or normal vision, and currently, my vision with my glasses on, in the year of, 2009, is set at; left eye-20/400, right eye-20/1000.

I have yet another visual problem, which if I could type it all out, it would take at least an hour for me to figure out the spelling of all the words of the terms. It has something to do with; toxo-plasmosa-pigmentary-retinosa-pigmentary-atrophy-retinal detachment blah-blah-blah-blah.

Once again, I have beaten the odds of the medical professionals predictions, as; in 1963, it was proclaimed that; by 1973, I would not be able to see the difference between the light of day, from the dark of night.

Nevertheless, here it is, 2009, and I can still tell the difference. I can still read this computer that I am typing, or I should put it, editing, this booklet on: I my have the type size set at 48 point type, and still use a 20/5 di-opter magnifying glass, once in a while, but I can still see it, and I can still read it. I again, BEAT THE ODDS.

And if I was not thought to be sufficiently weird, by this point in time, by those reading this epilog, to further stress my point, I here expose yet another anomaly of my physical being, that anomaly WHICH has been a preponderance, bewilderment, and, a what do we do with this guy NOW, attitude, of the medical professionals, ever since 1966. Much to my surprise, and that of the medical profession, they, had to deal with me, and the medical oddity. The medical oddity nears the name of: Chronic Sequelae of Postviral Pabdysautonomia: or otherwise known as a form of, one of, the many degrees of; but, one of the worst of; Autonomic Neuropathic Dysfunctional Disorders. Don’t ask what it is or does, cause it would take tons of paper to explain it all. Anyway, it almost killed me in 1966, but I was more stubborn than it; therefore I won.

And yet again, if I was not thought to be sufficiently weird, by this point in time, in January of 2007, I became the tenth person in US medical record, to have a; trichofolliculomas, which was removed. I will leave you to the task of looking it up so as to verify as to the what it is. However, the frequency, Internationally, is an anomaly, representing an uncommon clinical entity. The specific type that I was encumbered with, is such a rare occurrence, that it occurs approximately, once, in One Hundred Million 100,000,000 persons. I will however tell you that, it was no big thing to me.

As I pointed out earlier in this booklet, the ART of life, is a GAME, if you have put forth with a true and complete effort, with all that you have within you, and even if you should lose but one little portion of the game;

YOU HAVE STILL WON!

WHY?

Because of my deformed hands, my extremely poor vision, and the lack of finances, I never had any music lessons. I do not know how to read music, even if I could see it; I know nothing about the do’s and don’ts of chord progression?, nor, swell? fourths?