IN MEMORIUM

Eve Fernandez
1930 - 2010

written by her loving husband, Paul Fernandez

Eve was truly special.  She was special to God, to me and to many, many uncounted thousands who were touched personally by a very unusual spiritual Agape love, which flowed from her.  Eve was my beloved wife for a few days short of forty-seven years.  Our forty seventh wedding anniversary was April 17, 2010. 

Eve left to be with the Lord April 8, 2010. She was born-again on a Saturday night when she was twelve years old.  She took her Bible down into her father's pasture land the next morning.  She knelt down, opened her Bible to the Old Testament and thanked God for saving her.  She asked to know Him better and He literally swept her off her feet as he baptized her in the Holy Spirit.  The Lord blew the pages from the Old Testament to Acts 2 to show her about what he did for her.

Eve loved to tell her testimony.  I heard it thousands of times.  It impressed people deeply.  She was licensed by the Church of God from Cleveland, TN before she was fifteen.  She held a revival atop a local mountain and it was attended by hundreds.  She preached to many in the cotton fields.  She was the state youth director in the state of Mississippi.  Eve had powerful discernment and saw many visions and interpreted then.  She preached powerfully under a strong anointing.

Eve had a gift for effective intercessory prayer and she sang beautifully.  She wrote many songs and made four albums of Nashville related recordings.  She played several musical instruments and could really reach your heart.

People loved Eve and she loved them.  Love poured out of her.  It was true love.  She studied constantly throughout her entire life.  God told her often to take care of her frail body.   We felt it began when she fell off her father's hay wagon at age seven.

Eve had a hysterectomy in her early thirties caused by cancer.  She developed osteoporosis and suffered terribly from pain,  but never stopped.  She loved to have wheels turning under her and we traveled for twenty five years pulling a luxury Limited Airstream travel trailer.

She underwent surgery for what was professionally called the world's worst back in the year 2000.  There were at least five more major surgeries during the next six  years.  Alzheimer's took over and she spent the next several months in hospice care.

The doctor showed me the X-ray of her brain.  It had shrunk to an advanced state.  He declared her broken neck healed.  It had been 2.8 centimeters out of line and her head was frozen to one side.  The disks lined up perfectly and her neck straightened out.  Her broken ankle, hip, and femur were all healed.  Her frozen replaced knees had no pain and a forty year pain like a toothache from raw nerves in her chest was gone.

She ministered to just about every staff person in the place.  She woke the whole building up once praying so loud at 2 AM.  The nurse went to her room and Eve asked her to pray for her.  The nurse said she was quiet and did not know how to pray for people.  Eve responded, "I command you to pray for me."  This nurse muttered a few words and broke into speaking in tongues.

At another time, a staff person came in obviously pregnant.  I asked her if I could pray for her baby and she said sister Eve already had.  They all loved her and visited her constantly.

Eve recognized everyone who came to see her.  I read a Scripture to her.  When I stopped reading she continued with the Scripture.  If her brain was not restored her Spirit had taken over.  Love was pouring out of her.

The Pastor of a men's mission about an hour and a half away in Alabama saw a vision of a Flaming Sword.  He went to the Internet and our website came up.  He and his wife came to our home. She was the administrator of an assisted living establishment.  She assigned one of her staff to stay with Eve at our home.

I brought Eve home with around-the-clock hospice assistance.  She was elated.  We had wonderful loving conversations.  She expressed many times of her readiness to go, but everyone thought somebody was holding her back or she was holding herself back for someone.

Eve was at home for eight days.  She came home on  Thursday and she lost the ability to swallow by Saturday.  Her eyes glazed over and she lost the ability to communicate.  On the eighth day, fluid began filling her lungs.  She developed what they call the "death rattle".  She was obviously in pain.  I prayed for no suffering.

That afternoon I went outside.  I walked in the yard calling out to the Lord.  He spoke and said, "I know your grief.  I know your love.  My love is greater. I am waiting for her.  I want to press her to my great bosom.  My great bosom is greater than Abraham's bosom.  I have much for you to still do, but you will walk beside her again."

I went to Eve's bedside not knowing whether I was speaking to her mind or her spirit, and I said, "Eve, the Lord is waiting for you.  There is no reason, no reason. . . absolutely no reason to delay.  I love you dearly and I release you."

I left to get Morphine.  The attendant with Eve later told me Eve settled down at ease when I left.  When I returned the nurse was waiting for me on the patio.  She told me Eve left her body five minutes before my return.

I was completely at peace.  She was with the Lord.  I made arrangements to have a service in the local Assemblies of God Church.  I wanted all the women of the church I could get to minister and officiate her graduation celebration into Heaven.

The service began on Saturday morning and continued until six in the evening.  I didn't know if there would be anymore than a scant few.  We know people everywhere, but they were far off in other states, but people came all day long.

I showed DVDs on a television of her ministering.  I played the albums of her singing her songs.  We stood by her prepared so well for viewing she looked as though she ought to sit up.  I had seen people at their funerals you could hardly recognize.  Eve looked alive.

The pastor had the meal catered and we ate in the fellowship hall.  More people came in.  A lady we had known for years brought chicken dressing, one of Eve's favorite dishes.

More people came in the afternoon and many stood on the platform and told of how much she had touched their lives.  One dear friend from childhood told of going to hear Eve preach the night before having her first child.  She said it eased her in the pain of having him.

A woman who pastors a church in Hulaco, AL preached a powerful anointed sermon.  More came and testified.  The church ladies choir sang and a pastor with a praise team that is seen on world-wide television brought the Holy Spirit down for over two hours.  I was well-pleased and at peace.  The Lord had spoken to me that morning at the breakfast table very unexpectedly.  He said, "She is here. She has been in the garden.  She has been in the stream and she walked up the Path of Gold."

She was truly special to the Lord.  A man once cursed her severely and his tongue rotted out of his mouth.

Some still insist that these things were only for the Apostles.  Some said they were drunk on the Day of Pentecost.  The local pastor in Assisi, Italy in 1245 A.D. organized a fire brigade to put out the fire in the monastery where Francis and Clair were holding a prayer and praise meeting.  They came to learn that what they thought was a destructing fire was actually the Holy spirit manifesting His pleasure in the Praise and worship going up before the Father in Heaven.

The same thing happened in Booneville, Mississippi where Eve took her grandparents to church in the 1940's.  Her grandmother spoke in tongues and her grandfather was humbled deeply.  The pastor touched a growth on his eye and it fell down on the foot of a young man standing close by.  He got saved that night, built a church and one night the neighbors called the fire department to the church because they thought it was burning down.

Eve was the best thing that ever happened to me.  I know I have an awful lot to do still.  The Lord has told me so.  I'm anxious to follow His voice, but I am also anxious to join hands with Eve and walk that Golden Path with her.

ABOUT EVE

• Received the Baptism in the Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in tongues at the age of twelve with no prior knowledge of this wonderful Scriptural promise of God.

• Singer-Songwriter-Musician - composed, arranged and sings 26 Southern Gospel songs from four albums.  Recorded in Nashville studios, by a noted Nashville music teacher at Flame Studios in Fulton, MS with dynamic Christian Nashville musicians.

• Intercessor Prayer Warrior - has testimony of four resurrections and many other amazing miracles provided by the power of the Holy Spirit in response to fervent prayer.

• Extraordinary Testimony - of her own death following massive surgery restored by God's loving mercy and power.  She stresses strong assurance and dire warnings to sinners that life surely continues after death.

• Teacher-Preacher - after many years of persistent study, ministering and counseling Eve teaches from our copyrighted twelve lesson spiritual warfare instruction outline and ministers individual and mass healing and deliverance.

• Eve left to be with the Lord April 8, 2010.

EVE'S STORY - An Astonishing Testimony

People are elated as she tells her story.  Their eyes are fixed on her, as she tells this amazing story of how God came down and touched her as a little girl.  They are visibly deeply impressed, as she relates how the Lord called her to His service.

When she was twelve years old, her uncle offered to take her and some cousins to the movies on Saturday night to see a Deadend Kids film.  Her father, who was a deacon and Sunday school teacher in the First Baptist Church, told her the church was having a revival and she would have to go there first, to be able to see the movie.  She did not want to go to the revival, but she wanted to see the movie so she went to the revival.

During the service she came under conviction.  She made her way for­ward and began praying.  As she tells it, there was no altar rail, so she made her self an altar.  Some women gathered around her and prayed briefly with her, and then the pastor came over.  He bent down and asked her if she wanted to join the church.  She said, “No sir, I want to get saved.”

The next morning, when her parents were getting ready for church, Eve asked her father if she could take the new Bible he had given her and go up around the pond and pray.  He agreed, so she ran off across the field and laid her Bible on the ground before her.  It was opened to the Old Testament.

Then she spoke to God.  She said, “Lord my Daddy knows all about this Bible, I don’t.  It seems to contradict itself everywhere I read.  Would you please show me how to understand it?”

She continued, “I truly thank you for saving me.  I want to live for You, but I need to know You.  And I need to understand what it is You are saying in this Bible.  Please show me.”

This is where I began getting astonished.  She told me that a “wave” came over her.  The wave she was talking about, I eventually came to realize, was a move of God.  Invisible power from on high had stirred her mortal body.  The gifts of the Holy Spirit, as described in First Corinthians Twelve, were being imparted into her.  God Himself was giving her supernatural ability to understand the spiritual endowments hidden from the carnal pursuer in the pages of the Bible.  God was answering Eve’s request.

She told me – as she would in time tell many others – that, as the wave came over her, she could hardly keep her feet on the ground.  She danced about the meadow in euphoric pleasure.

As she danced beneath the trees, completely enraptured in the Lord’s presence, she began speaking in a language she did not understand.  That did not impress her as much as the actual Presence that she felt through­out her entire being.  She had never seen nor heard anyone speak of such an experience.  She knew nothing about this spiritual enduement – being clothed with power from on high.

When the wave eased she returned to her Bible.  That’s when she discovered that the wind had blown it’s pages from the Old Testament to the New.  God had turned the pages to Acts Two, where she read the description of the 120 receiving the promised baptism in the Holy Spirit they had prayerfully awaited for days.