Several American Men I love

Tribute Vignettes

I am an American woman. My most favorite men in the whole world are American men. In the recent past year several of my good man friends have died. The following three vignettes are my tributes to them.

Bill Kenny

 Bill Kenny and his wife Dorie lived behind my Cedar Ridge cabin next to the Stanislaus National forest in California. They were typical middle class Americans with a painting business and formerly had a Harley Davidson motorcycle shop. I met him when Dorie was playing worship songs on her guitar in their back yard.

 On a certain day I was in their living room with Bill and his grandson. While worshiping the Presence of the Lord came very powerfully. Bill (he and Dorie were worship leaders) began to sing “In the Garden,” especially these lines “He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I'm his own.” Several days later Bill had a massive heart attack.

 Dorie called me from work asking me to go and see what was going at her house. I rushed over. He was lying on the bedroom floor. I tried to give him CPR but to no avail.

 My fondest memory of Bill, there were many, was during the deep winter. I was snowed in. I was scheduled to fly out of SFO to Israel for ministry. Stuck! I was stuck. I could not get my car out of the garage. I asked Bill if he could get me out to the Airporter Bus in Sonora.

 Bill chained up his truck tires, He came and got me. We carefully white knuckled our way ice skating down the mountain. I made my flight. Thank you Bill for your kindness to me and the friendship our family shared.

 Aaron Asmin

Then there was Aaron around the corner on Cedar Ridge a retired truck driver and NASCAR motorcycle stunt rider in San Jose. He must have broken almost every bone in his body.

I was walking my Great Pyrenees dog Kai one beautiful Spring morning. He drove by in his truck then stopped to talk with me. I began witnessing to him about the Lord Jesus who is raised from the dead. Oh, yes, he was a christian. He believed in Jesus. “Sure.” I thought. “Will see.”

We became friends eventually but he was a rascal. I left Cedar Ridge to do several years of itinerant ministry. When I returned home I would go camping in the forest. Aaron would insist I not sleep out there alone due to the bears and lions that often came into Cedar Ridge from the forest. I would go over his home for a barbecued steak then sleep on the deck.

He was such a character. I would lay out my sleeping mat, bag, and pillow. He came out on the deck to give me his glock pistol in case any critters decided to come on board. He went back into the cabin to bring me out the gun clip. Now put this under your mattress he would say. “Do you need anything? Are you ok?” “I am alright Aaron. Don`t worry about me.” I said. “I will be right here behind the sliding glass door if you need any help call me.” He said. “Fine.”

 A little over a year ago Aaron was sleeping sitting up in his living room. He had his glock on his lap. It discharged into his upper thigh causing him to bleed to death. He knew better. I am still upset with him about that mishap.

 Famous Aaron quips:

 He would introduce me to his friends as “My little minister friend.”

 My quips to him:

 “No, I will not take you down to the store to get a fifth of Vodka.”

 “If you act like hell you will go to hell.” then he would respond, “I don't want to go to hell!”

 Jack Johnston~America in Prophecy

 I met Jack through an internet connection. Jack was a welder in the Norfolk ship yards, very smart, a rascal, funny, and very prophetic. His prophesies centered in the USA.

 We would share prophetic insights and pray together.

 He was so disgusted with the deterioration of society in the USA that in 2020 he packed up to go live in the mountains of North Carolina.

 The spring of 2021 he was convinced that he was going to leave the mountains soon. He couldn't take it anymore. He asked for prayer. I had a vision of a winding road going to a middle eastern walled city. Jack was on it. I could see a dome house which I knew was his. Jack died around two weeks later praying in the church on a Sunday morning. He had a smile on his face.

Jack quips:

 “I am coming out to your house with my metal detector to look for gold.” He was tired of being poor. I would say, “No, your not Jack.”

 Jack would say, “They have the spirit of dumb ass.” I would say, “Should you be saying that Jack?” He would get quiet.

Jack nicknamed me "Snow White."

 See you soon guys on the other side. Love Ya~