Christian Fellowship of Healthcare Professionals

06/05/2022

Hope all is well with all!? I don't know if Covid will ever go away but I do believe we'll keep adjusting to it and dealing better and better with each new variant! My prayer for us all is that we refuse to be discouraged but rather that we continue practice enduring faith for whoever endures til the end shall be saved!

06/21/2020

To all our brothers and sisters on the Front Lines and in administrative support in the healthcare field I claim Psalm 91 and the Blood of the Lamb over us all! In Jesus Name!

03/21/2020

Let's especially lift each other up in prayer. Those of us in healthcare are the frontlines in this battle!!

10/26/2019

Never gets old!

Another day/evening at work for moi. It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it!

09/17/2018

Monday Matters: for most this is the first day back to work after ( hopefully) a great weekend. Start it out right with a daily devotional. A little prayer, a little study , a little meditation on those things that are pleasing and uplifting and a song.

09/16/2018

SILLY SATURDAY: When I was the senior pastor of Cornerstone Christian Center in Worcester Massachusetts for the last few years I did a couple services on Sunday. The first one was at an apartment building dedicated to only wheelchair bound people. I then went to our church facility and did our own service. I not only preached but I was also the Praise and Worship leader. I tell you all this only so you'll understand that after church I was exhausted. Louanne,was the children's church pastor so needless to say she was toast as well. One,Sunday after our second service we said our farewells to everyone and drove off only to realize a few blocks down the road that we'd driven off without our kids!!!! Whoops!!!! LOL. We returned to the church to find our boys standing there waiting for us with the whole congregation in stitches laughing. Joel Harvey and Jesse Harvey however failed to see the humor. Kids!!!???

09/15/2018

Freaky Friday: anyone ever have any Supernatural ( good not bad) experiences since coming to Christ? I'll start; was walking to a prayer meeting. Yes we actually walk to places in the North East. A dog came running down the stairs of a front porch. He was foaming at the mouth. He came right at us growling and I said; " I rebuke you in the Name of Jesus! He turned tail and ran. After the prayer meeting when walking home. We saw that same dog lying peacefully in his right mind on his front porch. Anyone else???

08/25/2018

Conclusion of the Back, Back , Back story; My Close Encounter of the First Kind ( God ) happened on Saturday. As far as I can remember Sunday was a typical Sunday. Got up, got dressed in those same Sunday bests. Went to church ( Roman Catholic ), at this time as a little side note The Catholic Liturgy was still in Latin. The Sunday services were very regal and majestic. The church was dark and we were packed in like sardines. There was incense burning everywhere. My sister Karen had taken to having visions of the Mother Mary and dreams. She also began fainting in church on a semi regular basis which was both good and bad. Bad because it scared the " you know what" out of me but good because it usually got us out of the service early! LOL. After church we went home and ate Sunday Dinner which was the biggest most fancy meal of the week. After that my father put on the football game. Everyone in New England were NY Giants fans because it wasn't till two years later that we got our own team the Boston Patriots ( 1960 ). We kids went out to play. Monday was a whole nother ball of wax! My mother did her usual routine to get us up and at em'. She moved through the House calling out our names. Kathy, Karen, Tommy. She would repeat this cycle a few times. My sister Edie was special needs and Debbie wouldn't start school till next year. I was always the first up or I'd have to wait forever to get into the bathroom. This day, Kathy got up first followed by Karen. Debbie did what Debbie always did which was to stick to me like glue. I was still in bed and found that I could not no matter how hard I tried move my legs. I was paralysed from the waist down. I had Debbie go get our mother. My mom came in the room and first didn't believe me. Then she tried massaging my feet and legs. They felt kind of like they do when they " fall asleep " but it didn't work. Kathy and Karen went on to school. My mother wanting to keep me in her sight picked me up and placed me onto the living room couch. I can still see and hear her clear as day on the phone calling " Fitzy" our family doctor. His name was, Dr. Fitzgerald and he'd delivered all 5 of the Harvey children. The sixth ( Mary Ellen) waited till several years later to come along. We call her our Irish Catholic Surprise child. I in the meantime fell asleep right after my mother told me Fitzy would get here asap! Yes, dear doctors really did make housecalls once upon a time. As soon as I fell asleep I began to dream the most realistic intense color dream I've ever dreamt in my life. My best friend,Roger who lived next door and was 7 years older than me and the only " brother" I would ever have and I were walking along Main St. In the Dowtown are of Worcester, Massachusetts. We turned down Franklin St. I think we were going to the movies. When we got a block down Franklin St. The sky turned pitch black and it began to pour down rain and hail, golf ball sized hail that is. We ran down some stairs to our right that led down to stores and restaurants. Mind you at 5 years old I had no idea that this really was how Franklin St. Was set up. Fortunately the door to an empty restaurant or club was open. Roger pushed me through the door to safety but immediately the door slammed behind me. I was on one side of it and Roger was locked out on the other side. As soon as,the door closed the whole place became the darkest dark I'd ever seen. Then suddenly I felt hot stinky breath coming down the Back of my neck. I turned and saw two beet red eyes bearing down on me. I ran! I went over and under tables. I ran like my life depended on it because it did!!! The eyes kept getting closer and closer. I knew if he caught me I would never wake up again. I knew I would never see Roger or my parents or my sister's again. Just as he was about to pounce on me I made it to the door again, I reached for it and it burst as violently open as it had closed but now the skies were completely clear and sunny. Roger took my hand and then I woke up. Fitzy and my mom were standing over me. I got up and could walk without any difficulty. I think Gladys and Fitzy thought I was pulling a fast one but I knew it was related to what happened to me on Saturday. The day the call of God comes on someone the devil immediately begins to attack! I know that on that Monday morning my life was held in the balance . I was on the precipice between life and death. I chose life, God had my back and so it began.....

08/25/2018

The Back Back Back story. There I was dressed in my Sunday best on a Saturday morning! This was Anathema to a 5 year old boy. I wanted to still be in my PJ's watching my Saturday morning line up of TV shows, including Hopalong Cassidy, Sky King, Rin Tin Tin, My Friend Flicka and Fury! This recently minted Kindergartener was not a happy camper to say the least. Pearl arrived to pick me up. She was such a sweet and kind lady that I immediately felt better. We had a very nice ride through the countryside of North Worcester County. The Catholic Seminary that Pearl's son was studying at was in the wooded outskirts of Westminster. We arrived. It was a slightly overcast sky. The complex was a series of World War 11 Quansit Huts. They had converted them to Dorms, Class Rooms and Administrative buildings. We got to the center courtyard in front of the main administrative building. Pearl asked me,to wait right there for her while she went into the admin building to find out where her son was. Remember this was 1958 and folks weren't afraid to leave kids outside for a moment. When Pearl entered the admin building I noticed a series of boulders that each had a beautiful Station of the Cross painted on. As I approached the first one and got close enough to see it up close and personal a Bolt of Lightning struck very close to me follwed by the loudest Thunder Clapp I'd ever heard before or sense. Then suddenly in a burst the sun shined down on me. I immediately began WAILING in what was to me an unknown tongue. Later I heard one of the seminarians say it was fluent Hebrew. Folks when I say I was wailing I mean I was WAILING at the top of my lungs. Tears were flying and I was shaking and crying out in fluent Hebrew. I can't tell you if this went on for 30 seconds or 30 minutes or more. I only know that when it stopped I was slain in the spirit and collapsed in a semiconcious state. I was vaguely aware of what was going on around me and at the same time I was vaguely aware of what was going on in the spirit realm. The priests brought me into the infirmary and laid me down on the bed. Again I have no idea how long I was under the influence of the Holy Spirit. I was aware that they were tending to me and that He also was tending to me. I was in between both worlds. They were saying my name, Tommy, Tommy trying to breakthrough to where ever I was and I was annoyed because I didn't want them to bring me back. I was in the most beautiful of all places, I don't mean physical beauty because it was actually very foggy, almost black and white. It was spiritually and emotionally beautiful. I knew if they brought me out that I'd never find my way back to that exact spot again. I was right. They did bring me back to this cold cruel world and I never have ( I've come close,many times) found that exact spot again of perfect peace again. I came out of it, got up and walked around the grounds. Then Pearl took us to lunch at a restaurant in town called Ye Old Mill. We dropped her son back off at the seminary. She drove me home and visited with my mom. I immediately got out of those clothes and into play clothes and went out to play. I don't know for a fact but I don't believe Pearl ever told,my mother what happened. I do know that my mother never mentioned it to me. I believe God is prompting me to share this story because it happened in 1958 in Central Massachusetts. If you did a poll at that time regarding The Baptism of the Holy Spirit and Fire, 99.9 % of those polled would have no idea what you were talking about including the clergy. So I was not brainwashed. This experience is real. It serves a purpose. All my life people have known and commented that; " there's something different about me". Now I've let the cat put of the bag. I can tell you that after this experience life was not a Bed of Roses for me it was more like a Huge Pile of Dung until Christmas Day 1977 when.........to be continued!

08/23/2018

Back, back story. The year was 1958. The season was early Fall. No place on earth has a more amazing Fall than New England. My mother Gladys had a dear friend named Pearl that she'd met during World War 11. The girls were all working at that time because all the boys had gone off to war. My mom and Pearl met along with several other girls while working as phone operators at the Phone Company. No boys came home from the war, they were all men now. When they returned they didn't find girls waiting for them, they found young ladies. Not longer after the war ended all these young men married all these young ladies and hence The Baby Boom began! My father was wounded and came home shortly before the rest of the young men. Les met Gladys, got married shortly after. Kathleen, Edith, Karen, Thomas, Debra and Maryellen Harvey entrered the world in succession shortly thereafter. One fall day Pearl visited Gladys and asked her if she could bring Tommy with her next Saturday to visit her son who was in Seminary studying for the priesthood. My mother said yes. I had no idea why Pearl wanted to bring me or why my mother consented? I do now however know that it was by Divine Appointment. End of part 1 of the back back story...........