Greetings brothers and sisters in Christ!
We want to thank each and every one that has come along side of us as we continue to draw closer into what the Lord is calling us to. It is coming up on three years since my dads homecoming while we greatly miss him and mom, we know God is always good.
Heather and I are very excited to carry on the calling of Joyful Sound Ministries.
Hank made his 3rd trip to Guatemala this year back in March.
The Lord is changing many lives and people are seeing and experiencing the Godly work that comes along with deliverance.
We are ever thankful to the Lord Jesus that we are counted worthy to be able to minister to people that need God’s healing power. It is His power that delivers us from the bondage of satan. Hallelujah!
As we seek His face and see what areas the Lord is directing us, it has been pure joy to see His Good Works unfold. With the Lord’s guidance, we were able to bring a team of nine to Guatemala
August 11-20th this year. We cannot stress enough our gratitude towards everyone praying for us during this time. The team was in unity the whole trip praise God! All the team members used their individual Spiritual gifts everywhere we went.
Whenever we had a moment to stop the bus and get out for a few minutes, it would turn into someone getting prayer and healing in their body hallejulah! We had a women receive her sight. A mute boy of 4 years old get healed and start talking. Many arms get healed. A 84 year old women’s knees receive healing. Many more things had happened that I cannot write them all down.
A total of 20 persons came to the Lord praise God. Please pray for those that made the decision to follow Christ. That they would find a church home that can help them grow in their walk with the Lord.
We prayer walked and picked up trash one day. The governor saw this and was quit embarrassed that we were cleaning up his town. Our pastor Juan was contacted by the governor
about a week after we had left and gave him a job of transporting troops back and forth from the capital city and would pay around $500 each trip. This contract will help provide for three families in the church. He said that other transport companies wanted the job, but he wanted Juan to have it, praise the Lord for His favor. That is a blessing to have work and be able to have that positive communication with the governor. He invited us to come pray for him the next time we come back hallejulah!
A few days of the trip we helped build a house for Chepa and his family. He is the church bus driver and does an amazing job!
His family lost everything due to a mudslide and have been living in the chicken shed that was built last year (we were having a hard time getting the chickens) God knew Chepa and his family had a much greater need over the chickens.
We are praying that God will bring a mighty move upon marriages. For those that aren’t married, may the Lord show them His loving kindness that leads them to honoring Him. We are partnering with the church and encouraging couples to get married many of the couples are living together and say they are married but are not.
If a couple has decided to get married JSM is giving them a wedding gift in the form of a concrete floor, water collection system, stove or some other household need. Three couples are getting married later this month Praise God.
God has given us a vision for a treatment center to be built on the church grounds where alcoholics can detox and get ministered to. We also believe this center will house mission teams and other ministries will operate out of this building. We pray that the Lord will guide us every step into fruition according to His plan. We had an amazing interpreter Mario dedicated all of his time to being with us the whole duration of the trip. He has a beautiful family that we had the privilege of meeting. Mario has a powerful testimony coming out of alcoholism. The Lord has given him a wonderful gifting in music, to provide for his family he goes and plays worship music in restaurants and the marketplace for income. He couldn’t express how much being around men and women of God has changed him and His walk with Christ. He had learned so much ministering with us hallejulah!
We also had a lady named Vonnie meet us in Guatemala City at the airport when we arrived. Long story short the Lord orchestrated everything and her catching a ride on the bus with us she ended up staying with us and being able to get built up in Christ. She has a love for Guatemala and has been coming and going since 2014 as a single missionary. She too was touched by the Lord and overcome with gratitude. It definitely was a God thing! His ways are always better than what we can ever imagine. She helped us ladies understand the culture and give us insight on certain things that were happening. I praise the Lord for our time together and Lord willing future trips together.
Our brother in Christ Hector and his wife Minga are such a vital part of these trips, six of us stayed at their home. Minga prepared countless meals for team that agree with our bodies a bit more than the traditional food. Hector has been with Hank on every trip and interpreted as well. He has a compassionate heart towards his people. He knew how to interpret our prayers for the people during the services, on the streets and in the dining halls. We are so very thankful for him and his wife’s hospitality towards the whole team. Minga’s mom who was a devout Mayan catholic gave her heart to the Lord, it was so precious to witness. Glory be to God!!
Countless other testimonies happened on this trip, we are so blessed to be apart of what God is doing. The previous three trips that Hank went on alone only saw one salvation per trip yet God multiplied it by 20 with a team. All Glory to the King!
We are praying about the next team trip possibly with “The River Church” next year.
We have been led to open a space to use for worship and prayer nights here in the US. We have a healing room set up in our place of business and have been able to meet with individuals and couples to pray and see God move in His presence. Please be praying that many more lives have an awesome encounter with our Lord Jesus! Amen!
As we set forth and Go we know we will Grow, God will strengthen our faith and give us many more encounters that only He can do! We are extremely excited and on the edge of our seats waiting for the next chapter in our lives to be used for His Kingdom. We are always giving thanks for you! Our hearts are full knowing
that God is enough. May the Lord continue to awaken us this year!
God Bless Each and every one of you!
Ye that fear the Lord, trust in the Lord: he is their help and their shield.
Servants of the King of kings,
Hank & Heather Gruver
This is the video of Larry “Bulldog” the former mafia hit man prophesying over me at 15 years old. So blessed and happy to have found this video 25 years later. The words are unfolding before me.
“So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void,
but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.”
– Isaiah 55:11
After the service we held an emergency board meeting to install me as president of Joyful Sound Ministries. This was such an emotional time for me, never once had I thought about being the president of Joyful Sound Ministries, let alone before I was 40 years old. Once we finished the business portion of the meeting, we were discussing dates for the Oregon memorial service, and as we were talking about dates I said “We can’t have the service at end of December or early January because I will be in Japan” (I meant to say Australia, since eight months prior, we had booked tickets to visit Abby Dec 10 thru Jan 14th). The words just slipped out of my mouth. I quickly corrected myself, “I meant in Australia.” Right after I corrected myself, Pastor Alvarez spoke up and said “Brother are you prophesying?” (I had no idea Heather and I would actually be in Japan January 1-10th 2020.)
It is with heavy hearts that we let you all know that our dear Judith has left us and gone to her reward in Heaven. We rejoice in knowing that she is worshiping her precious Jesus in His presence. We thank you for your continued love and prayers. – Henry
Greetings in the Beautiful Name of Jesus,
I’m writing to you today from home as I gain strength and weight after being in the hospital for far too long. I am grateful to be recovering at home, but my thoughts are on those in Japan. Saints, please pray for Japan!
I have wept much for the areas of Japan that I have prayer walked for years in all of the Prefectures we call States. There are thousands of precious saints there. Torrential rain and mudslides have killed 76 people and 92 are missing. At one point, evacuation orders were issued for 4.72 million people, and about 48,000 members of self-defense forces, police, and firefighters are still searching for trapped or injured people. To make matters worse, a huge heat wave over the weekend killed at least six more people and 1,500 others have been hospitalized. I groan for the families there and pray for their continual safety and comfort. Please join me in intercession for our brothers and sisters in Japan.
As many of you know, this has been a challenging season for my family and I personally. From my wife Judith’s heart attack and subsequent kidney issues to my own health crisis, I would like to let you know about the very core of what held me together through this whole ordeal of several months, consummating in the last 12 days before I got relief. Here are the Scriptures that were the backbone of comfort and strength for me, bringing the hope that would make me unashamed:
“…And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him.”
“The Lord will be the hope of His people.”
“You prisoners of hope in the most agonizing times.” (These words came back to me time and again. I realized that I was a prisoner of hope.)
1 Thessalonians 5:8
“…But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation. (In extreme trying times, we MUST keep that helmet of hope and salvation on. Our minds MUST keep it on! When people kept trying to get me into the hospital, I did not want to comply. I wanted to see the glory of God. I wanted to see the victory through God!)
“…full assurance of hope unto the end” (I must maintain the full assurance of Hope)
“…for I did hope in His mercy” (During this ordeal, I would push my back against the wall as hard as I could for relief from the pain shooting up my back and into my kidneys, so this verse meant much to me. I was crying for mercy!)
These verses were the backbone of the Scriptures that He gave me, and I had to cling to them day and night.
In the first 4 days, I passed kidney stones from my left kidney without pain medication. When the last big one passed, I was laying on the floor in a fetal position, and all of a sudden, NO PAIN! My eyes were shut, and I literally thought I had passed into Heaven. People were on their faces around me, crying for mercy. I sat up and said, “I’m healed!” They went from deep sobbing to rejoicing. For one half of an hour, we were rejoicing, but then the right kidney began passing its stones. For five days and nights, I went through the agony of those stones passing. On the third day of this, I got hiccups! The hiccups hit me in my lower abdomen. The hiccups were like spears going through my body and into my heart. The stones were nothing compared to the constant hiccups. For three days and nights, I battled the stones and hiccups.
Hank, my son, flew into Canada to pick me up. Everyone thought I was dying. I was scheduled to fly home the next day at 2:00 pm. By 5:30 am, Hank said “I’ve got to get you to the hospital! Forgive me, but I am calling the paramedics.” At this time, I had a vision. I was surrounded by people I had known for years, all dressed in colonial clothes. I wondered why they were dressed in colonial apparel, and noted that these people were all people who had already passed away. I told my son what I saw. I asked, “Why aren’t they dressed in white? Didn’t they make it to heaven?” Then another vision came. I saw one of the most giant trees I’ve ever seen in my life. A beautiful tree, like a maple or something. I wondered why I was seeing a tree. Then, all of a sudden, at the base of the trunk of this massive tree, a golden, giant cross appeared. It lit up the entire tree. I told Hank, and the paramedics arrived. They listened to my heart, and got me into the ambulance right away. They were telling the hospital, “We have a 75-year-old man arriving. Prepare to resuscitate!”
When they unloaded me into the ER, they asked who Hank was, and he told them he was my son. The ER was packed with people, and I was left there for an hour and a half while they helped others. My son heard them say that I was an old drug addict with no insurance. My son started to cry out to God, and then said to the staff. “My dad is not a junkie! He’s never drank, never smoked, nor ever taken drugs. He doesn’t even take anything stronger than an aspirin! He is not a junkie!” My son told them that he had a good credit card and said that he would pay. He said “My dad doesn’t need insurance. I’m a businessman and can pay for what treatment he needs!” At that time, the head doctor was walking by, and heard my son pleading with them, “Don’t let my father die!” She walked right towards me, put her scope to my heart, and as she listened, she began firing orders immediately. They brought me down the hallway and inserted a long needle into my stomach/bladder area. Then I felt them put things into my arms. She said, “Hold on, Sir! We’re going to help you, but you must hold on!” That’s the last I remember.
When I came to, they had put a catheter in me, and the nurse said that they had drained three liters of fluid in less than one hour and were still draining. She asked, “How could you stand the pain of all that in your bladder?” I remember looking at her and saying “It wasn’t easy.” They worked with me for three days, putting me through many tests.
By the end of the third day, they had performed many tests. They knew the condition of my kidneys and my liver, which had shut down. They worked on both. On the fourth morning, I had a good breakfast in front of me and I ate it. The head doctor came in and said to me, “Mr. Gruver, I’m preparing your release to fly home today. I must tell you that if your son had not persisted and I hadn’t heard him when I walked into the ER, you would have been shipped to the morgue.” She told Hank, “You saved his life!”
I was crying and I said, “Doctor, can I tell you something very precious?” She sat down and said yes. She reached over and took my hand. I said, “I am a Christian.” She said, “I am a Muslim.” I said, “I want to tell you something that I believe will bless you tremendously.” “Go ahead,” she replied. I began to tell her about my Heaven experience. She started crying, gripping my hands with both of hers, tears running down her face. When I finished, she said “This is most wonderful thing I have ever heard in my whole life. I don’t know how to thank you.” Then she said that she had to get to a meeting, and was late, but said I was a wonderful man. “Please,” she said, “When you get home, go to a Urologist. I want you to live. Will you do that?” I said “Yes”. She went into my bathroom and closed the door. I heard the deepest sobs coming from her through the door. She sobbed for quite awhile. I heard her blow her nose, and she came out. She said, “I will be okay” and left.
I left the hospital in a wheelchair, and the hospital sent a message to customs and the airport, “Put this man up front where he can get in and out very easily. He is extremely weak. Get him back to Omaha.”
When I got to Omaha, I was very hungry. They did not have food on the plane, and I wanted to eat! I said to my son. “There’s a Taco Bell here, and I want a Burrito Supreme with everything on it!” We quickly went to Taco Bell, and as Hank ordered, I saw that there was a Kentucky Fried Chicken next door. My appetite was back, so I decided that I wanted a chicken breast with coleslaw too! He said, “Dad! They told me that you haven’t eaten anything in 10 days. Can you eat all that?” I told him, “I’m going to try!” He brought chicken tenders to me from Kentucky Fried Chicken, along with coleslaw because they were out of chicken breasts. Hank told me that the man at Taco Bell who made the burrito knew I had been wheeled into there, and started adding more and more to the burrito when he made it. It was like three burritos in one! I thanked God for the food, and ate every bite! I ate the whole Burrito Supreme and all of the coleslaw!
At home, my family had moved my bed into the living room near the rest room from upstairs, knowing that I couldn’t climb them. As I sat on the bed, I began to weep. It felt so good to be home. I think four of my five children who were home were around the bed. As I cried, I said, “Children, I don’t have anything more to give. Absolutely nothing. I have no strength. I can’t fight anymore. I put myself into your hands for care. Whatever you do, I will not come against it. I am so tired.” Then I laid down and fell asleep. I thought it was the next morning when I woke up, but it was really four days later. I sat up in bed, looked at the clock. It said 10 o’clock! I looked out of the bay window, and it was pitch black. My daughter, Ellen was there, watching me. I said to her, “I thought I slept, but it’s still 10 o’clock at night.” She said, “No, it’s 10 o’clock in the morning, and a storm is overhead. All of the city street lights are on as if it is night. It covers four counties. Tornado, hail, and wind shear warnings are everywhere.” I started rebuking the storm and doing warfare in the name of Jesus.
I said, “No tornado! No hail! No destroying wind! As I was rebuking it, Jesus came to me and spoke to me. He said to me, “Son, your test is over. I am giving you a rod of authority. I put it in your hand. I want you to aim that rod at the Angel of Death that has been asking me to let him take you out. I want you to drive him away. Fight! Use that rod of authority!” I immediately began to speak it forth. Then after some time, He spoke to me again. He said these words: “Son, this is your resurrection day. I am making a new covenant of life for you. There will still be some battles to fight, but use that rod and My authority, for I will raise you up and you will go again across the earth to those that have fought for you, and stood with you through this. And you will impart to them an impartation of the portion of the anointing that I am going to download on you and through you.” These were His words. I sat there in my bed, weeping. The next morning, about the same time, my phone rang. It was an Amish brother from Libbey, Montana. He said, “Henry. This is brother Abe. I just had a vision. In the vision, I began to see you hold a lightning rod, throwing lightning bolts at the enemy. You were wielding it back and forth. Then the vision changed into the face of black, terrifying storm, full of lightning. Then the face of Donald Trump appeared in the storm. He was upset and bringing on the storm. His face was angry and very focused. At that instant, I had a strong impression that you would be working with him. God wants you using that rod to chase the enemy.”
From that time, I began to claim restoration and my new covenant. I could walk in those early days about 30 steps with a walker, and I’d have to lay back down and rest. Now, about a week later, I walk without the walker unless I’m going far. I put on a little weight, for in Toronto, when I went into the hospital, I weighed 111 pounds. I had literally lost 52 pounds. Now I’m up to 119.2 pounds, and can eat about anything, praise God!
I want to thank you for your prayers. The specialist told me that my prostate is bad, my bladder is too enlarged to contract to urinate, so I will need a catheter. My heart has been extremely stressed and is weak, so I must use caution in exercising too much or I could go into cardiac arrest. So after the report of that specialist, I came out of that office rejoicing, saying “Thank you, Jesus! Now I know exactly what I need to believe for! You gave me two brand new hips five years ago, and now I need a brand new prostate, bladder, and an undamaged heart, in Jesus’ name!”
So this is my challenge, and I will see you all again! Amen!
Sincerely in Jesus,
As I was on my way to the Pacific Northwest, the clouds looked so wintery, and not far up out of Sheridan, Wyoming on I-90, snow began to fall and then six inches was on the highway. I could see the tracks of an 18-wheeler clearly on the highway before me. My thoughts quickly turned to concern over the possible danger of losing traction and sliding off of the road. So, my prayers intensified for safety. The falling snow turned to a complete whiteout, so heavy I could only see the 18-wheeler’s truck tires in the snow just in front of my van. Now, I was praying really hard as I slowed down to about 30 miles per hour, hoping someone wouldn’t rear end me, or I wouldn’t run into someone else.
It was at that time that I had a vision so real that I wondered if I was literally transported to Kim Jong Un’s bed. Standing at the foot of his bed, I watched as he shook his head and body in a back-and-forth motion. He woke up with eyes open as if in utter terror, his forehead breaking out in beads of sweat.
The Lord spoke to me saying, “I am going to show you the dream he just had, and has been having again and again.”
With that, the whole scene changed to focusing on the right rear female behind him. She was keeping her eyes on the male body guard to the right of Kim Jong-Un, and the female to her left. Then, when both were looking away from her, she unstrapped the leather strap that was protecting her pistol from falling out, and kept her hand on the gun. She watched the guards on her right and left, and when they both looked away from her, in one motion she quickly brought the gun up 3-4 inches behind Kim Jong-Un’s head, just to the left of his right ear. She fired one shot and Kim Jong-Un dropped dead.
My vision ended and I was still following the 18-wheeler’s tracks until I came up behind him, first seeing his red brake lights right in front of my hood. Thankfully, I had been going about the same speed as him. He turned on his right turn signal and I stayed close enough to follow him as he turned. He came to a full stop and I decided to cautiously pass by so no one would hit me from the rear, crushing my van under his truck. As I carefully passed him, I cam along second truck and pulled in front of it. Feeling safe, I parked where no one would rear end me.
At that instant, such a powerful love for Kim Jong-Un’s soul and life hit me, and I wept deeply for his salvation. I don’t know how long I wept for his soul, but the sound of the 18-wheelers going around me caused me to open my eyes; I looked at the time on my dash, and it said it was 2:21 pm.
For several days, I made it a point to be alone between 2 pm – 2:30 pm to pray, expecting to be transported to North Korea at Kim Jong-Un’s bedside. For many days, I wept for his soul.
Two weeks later I was to fly to Korea to speak and to prayer walk. I told my scheduler that I wanted to go to the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) and pray. As I stood on a lookout into North Korea, I again began weeping for Kim Jong-Un. I said, “Jesus, if you want me to, I will go down these steps and cross over into North Korea and request to talk to their leader.”
My interpreter interrupted my prayer saying, “Henry, don’t say that! Two days ago, an 84-year-old woman walked right across down there, requesting to see her sister before she died. They ordered her to stop and go back south, but she kept going, pleading to see her sister. They shot her down. They will do the same to you!”
I said that if God would give me enough peace, I would go across believing for safety, but the Peace didn’t come. So, two days later, I was going to go to the Chinese embassy in Seoul, requesting that they arrange a visa to talk to Kim Jong-Un, but that morning the Holy Spirit told me, “No, I did not tell you to do that. The reason I gave you that vision was to go to the South Korean pastors and tell them to pray for his soul. I, the Lord, have no pleasure in the death of the wicked. (Ezekiel 18:32). If they rejoice over his death, they have no reward because of their hatred of him. Tell them to repent and cry for his salvation instead. Many Korean pastors thanked me after I told them this, and changed.
Please read Psalms 35:9-14, espeially verse 14: “I have behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.”
Matthew 9:38 “Pray for the harvesters.”