Bishop Jack L. Frost
Born Aug. 30th 1939
 Fell asleep in Jesus March 16th 2002
Precious in the sight of the Lord  is the death of his saints
Psalm   116:15

Song,
How great thou art

THE END -TIME EVANGEL

In loving memory of
Barbara Marlene Nation Frost,
who went home to be with the LORD
March 25th, 1994.
This message was a personal copy of Sister Frost

In Honour of the Life and Ministry
Of
Bishop Jack L. Frost & is wife Barbara Marlene Nation Frost
President & Founder of The End- Time
Evangelistic Society of True Holiness Christians, Inc.

Bishop, Jack L. Frost and wife
Barbara M. Frost.

Bishop Jack L. Frost was married to the late Barbara Marlene Nation Frost. He is survived by a son Lindon Daniel Frost. and a daughter, Sonya Marlette Frost Kendall, who are both now laboring in full time ministry. He has four granddaughters, two grandsons. This Spiritual Giant served 26 years in full time Ministry, and traveled across the United States, holding meetings with Prophetic revelation of the End time. He was a spiritual father to Haiti and Jamaica. His vision was to reach every nation with every word. He truly fulfilled the calling of the five-fold ministry. (Eph. 4: 11)

He founded the first gospel radio Station in Miami, Fl. WGOS and has since touched many lives with the Gospel of Jesus Christ by way of Radio Broadcast, audio cassette tapes, and Newsletters. Many lives, of who never laid eyes on him, have been changed by the Glorious Gospel of Jesus Christ.

We express our appreciation to all family and friends and supporters who was a part of his life, and ministry.  

"And the Lord answered me, and said, 
Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables,  
that he may run that readeth it." 
Habakkuk 2:2
 

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Apostle Lindon D. Frost

Christ Fellowship International
P.O. Box 1791
Jasper, AL. 35501 USA
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I had a battle fierce today,
Within my place of prayer;
I went to meet and talk with God,
But I found Satan there,
He whispered, "You can’t really pray,
You lost out long ago,
You might say words while on your knees,
But you can’t pray you know."
So then I pulled my helmet down,
Way down upon my ears,
And found it helped to still his voice,
And helped allay my fears.
I checked my other armour o’er,
My feet in peace were shod;
My loins with truth were girded round,
My sword the Word of God.
My righteous breastplate still was on,
My heart’s love to protect,
My shield of faith was all intact,
His fire darts to deflect.
My courage mounted up afresh,
I gripped anew my sword,
"O Satan, get behind" I cried,
"Oh Glory! Praise the Lord!"
Again his darts came thick and fast,
Faith quenched and put them out;
And while he raised a new attach,
 I raised a victory shout.
I called on God in Jesus’ name,
I pled the precious blood,
While Satan sneaked away in shame,
I met and talked with God.