Young Ministers And Wives | Anthony and Mickey Mangun | BOTT 1993

[@vikkibyington989]

I could never tire of learning from this precious woman of God.

[@loredanaroberts3168]

My Pastor And Beautiful Wife Mrs Mangun. WONDERFUL PEOPLE of God HAPPY Together as well. Love them. LOREDANA ROBERTS 2021

[@Revreed1987]

An excellent First Lady. Excellent teaching/message. What a Great God!

[@timanderson7372]

Michael Reed there are no First Ladies. There are no women preachers. You upc people better repent

[@stellaifeoma2069]

I very much appreciate PST Anthony and Mickey Mangun may God Almighty God continue to keep and protect, above all that this mantle papa GA and Mama Vesta Mangun , the woman l love so much though l have never met her,transfered to you which you are doing real good with, that you will likewise transfer to capable hands like you to your own children so God help you in Jesus mighty name amen

[@lyndayeo8026]

She speaks from her heart. Great depth of character.

[@candicebierdeman6097]

Awesome! Good teaching!

[@theresachalker880]

Just seen her at the 2023 Joy Conference and WOW to GOD BE ALL THE GLORY..I WANT THAT IN MY LIFE LORD!

[@alexandramelendez1227]

Pastor Mickey thank for your example!to God be the glory!...we can through Christ Jesus!....

[@mlpenn54]

This Sister in Christ is in some what desribing my self as a Sister in Christ. She's so right , there is no more Barnabas here in our world . But we have the Holy Ghost to help encourage us. We need to listen to what He is saying to us . Amen

[@frankiebrown5010]

Amen 🙏

[@ruthgoldbergives6945]

Deathless. This letter is a rather unusual one. I am still under the spell, mesmerized, hypnotized, and in a deep trance after keeping myself glued to the TV set watching and listening, and experiencing evert aspect of the passing, and death and Funeral Queen Elizabeth II Monarch of the United Kingdom. I am feeling more deeply than I realized the loss be it reminds me of the death and passing of my own dearest mother in 1983. Mother dear, was the last person in our small immediate family to pass away. No one in our small immediate family has died since 1983, 39 years ago. I find myself experiencing the deep sorrow, the grief and bereavement that one experiences with the loss of someone love so deeply and profoundly. My beloved brother is also deceased. He died prematurely at the age of 24. There was only the three of us who migrated from Houston, Texas following the death of my beloved father. Our pain, our shock. our suffering, our anguish, our heartbreak, our gloom and depression and our melancholy of often inconsolable and overwhelming at such times. For we know that we shall never again see our beloved ones again in this life. We want the dead to longer with us, and we delay, move very slowly to put them in cold ground, we create elaborate ceremonies and rituals, and drama, because we are still in disbelief and we just will not let them go to their final rest. We are spoiled, and petulant children refuse to led the dead go so cavaliely from this mortal plane and travel across to the other side of the veil that separates the living from the dead. "You shall not die, live" "You shall not pass." And so, we stubbornly plant ourselves in defiance and rebellion against the enemy, Death. "You shall not have my belived!!!" I am my beloved's, and He is mine. And you then recite The Song of Solomon to declare your undying, your deathless, devotion to the beloved. The song of songs, which is Solomon's. [2] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. [3] Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. [4] Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. [5] I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. [6] Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. [7] Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? [8] If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. [9] I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. [10] Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. [11] We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. [12] While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. [13] A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. [14] My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. [15] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. [16] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. [17] The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. [2] As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. [3] As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. [4] He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. [5] Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [6] His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. [7] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. [8] The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. [9] My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. [10] My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. [11] For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; [12] The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; [13] The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. [14] O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. [15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. [16] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. [17] Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. [2] I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. [3] The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? [4] It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. [5] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. [6] Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant? [7] Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel. [8] They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night. [9] King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. [10] He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem. [11] Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. [2] Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. [3] Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. [4] Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. [5] Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. [6] Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. [7] Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. [8] Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. [9] Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. [10] How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! [11] Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. [12] A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. [13] Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, [14] Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: [15] A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. [16] Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

[@w9akwqsl]

That was a great ministers wife. Great job Sister Mickey in showing, the young ministers wife's how to follow there husband.

[@katieramos8156]

Amen Lord please..... 🙏

[@kevinmcdonald951]

I have Autism Jesus loves us all

[@lindagparrish5839]

A shouting voice to Mickey mangal...

[@ruthgoldbergives6945]

Notice; All the while that I was texting this material The 🎩Bandits, and Pirates in the village. the City Council underworld organization, ruthlessly trying to interfere with my free will,, trying to stifle my autonomy, to stagnate my integrity and my individuality, and my independently pursuit of happiness, were engaged in coercion, duress, harassment, distraction, pestering, havoc, sirens, shouting, turmoil, tyranny, attempts at mind control, brainwashing, meddling, dropping bugs into my bedroom from ceiling apparatuses, so that I had to kill the bugs, first with Raid, and then I hooked up the steam iron and ironed the whole bedspread and the pillows to make certain that all of the bugs were dead. These people are afflicted by low self worth, and low-self esteem, already trying to a yoke of bondage around my neck, just because they subordinated themselves to bondage. I have not and I have zero intentions of ever even remotely thinking about bondage, and conforming to those, sick, perverted, vile creatures, and semi-huminoid creatures at Los Angeles City College, or the surrounding indigenous communities along Sunset Blvd, Santa Monica Blvd. Vermont Avenue, West Hollywood, Las Filez, Glendale, Eagle Rock, Echo Park, Silver Lack, or the Fairfax District, or Beverly Hills, Hollywood Hills, Westwood, Brentwood, Santa Monica, Venice Beach, Malibu, Palisades, San Pedro, Long Beach, Carson, or Pt. Fermin, Fort Mc Arthur, Catalina Island. The County of Los Angeles The Beast 666 shipped me out there 1987, based on their one of "fake news", community lies, and cover ups, separate me from my children, and exploited us all, based on their "fake news" and lies and cover up and Beastcraft, and militant villiany, foreign constituencies, and disgusting local, predates, residents, including the Police departments, with their illicit "gentleman's agreements in place exploit us, slaves in the "Land of the Free, to amuse and entertainment their foreign constituencies. These were war crimes that violates the Geniva conventions. These were crimes of lechery on unwilling mental patients. FIENDS! BLUEBEARDS! SCUM OF THE EARTH! WHAT FILTH. The networks of linked-in Bandits organizations apparently had a system of slavery, wherein they accepted earnest money for selling us into vile slavery, even though slavery is illegal in the United States. The parents the grandparents the kids all to part in that disgusting abomination. I remember it. 1987. The Beast 666 had a field day with the innocent. These low-down disgusting European foreign nationals and their American constituencies are the same. So now it is 3:06 am and still success fully killing the bugs that this group of city underworld bandits are dropping into my apartment. No doubt these are videographers who target the severely and gravely mentality Ill to exploit for amusement and to make themselves feel that they are at least better than someone, no matter how scummy and sleazy they are. Sincerely, gospelgirl

[@frankiebrown3296]

Amen

[@frankiebrown3265]

Amen.