I commenced my online ministry in 1998 created and founded JESUS IS LORD FELLOWSHIP WWI   

Jesus is Lord Prayer Ministry Jesus is Lord fellowship WWI. Which over the years has evolved into Jesus is Lord Fellowship WWI is an internet-based Church which is Full Bible Filled Believing Christian Faith Fellowship where I am Senior Pastor. After several years of study, I obtained my Doctorate and today hold a Worldwide license to travel around the World, to establish and to build an Outreach Ministry Fellowship, also I am able to establish Christian Counseling and much more. I am also permitted to perform marriages, conduct funerals and baptisms, subject to local legislation, anywhere in the world. Although at present I may be housebound I believe that I will be healed and able to visit the many places that this Fellowship is planted. I am looking forward as we build our Fellowship On line to go and travel and Speak the Lord Word and do the Lords Work of what He leads for Your Very Own Dr. Diana to do in the near future in Various states not only on line.

 As Dr Diana Brevan Became Limited and Started to Make a difference around the globe Within Her Ordination How Jesus Is Lord Fellowship WWI Got Its Name Within our Ministry of Ordination, Dr Diana Brevan Sn Pastora, Would Love to Share with You Why The Ministry is Called Jesus Is Lord Fellowship WWI. She Loves Jesus Why Because: Though He Was Crucified

 Crucified! No death is so thorough. No shame is so complete. First there was the scourging. The scourging post was two feet high. An iron ring placed close to the top projected from two sides. Clothing was ripped away from a prisoner so that he stood naked. Roman lectors (those who whipped) were professionals. They confined their labors to the fine brutal art of scourging, and they could beat a victim until only the barest spark of life remained in the prisoner.

 Wrists were firmly shackled to the iron rings. Then the victim was stretched face down with his feet pointing away from the post. The Roman scourge was a ‘flagra’; that is, a short-handled whip consisting of several thin iron chains which ended in small weights. Scourging was called “the little death”. It preceded the big death – crucifixion. Even the tension of awaiting the first blow is cruel. The body is rigid. The muscles knot in tormenting cramps. Color drains from the cheeks. Lips are drawn tight against the teeth. 

 As the whip descends, the chains fan out across the back and each link cuts through the skin and deep into the flesh. The weights crash with bruising force into the ribs and curl bitingly around the chest.

 When a man is scourged, there is pain beyond the memory of pain. Sweat bursts from the brow and stings the eyes. At each stroke of the ‘flagra’ a victim’s body twitches like beheaded chicken. The second stroke patterns the back and half the chest with a V-shaped network of small cuts. Only the Son of God could hold back the high-pitched wail of unbearable agony.

 The very juice of life is torn away with every lash. There is only the blinding burning pain as cruel whips whistle again and again through the air and across the back and shoulders. The ‘flagra’ can flay a man alive.

 Under the Hebrew law the strokes were limited to thirty-nine. Roman punishment was not so limited. There was only one rule for the lector who scourged a man about to be crucified – he must not die. A spark of life must be sustained for the agony of the cross. Men have bitten their tongues in two under such beatings. Only blessed unconsciousness could bring such relief.

 The limp body of a victim was cut away from the post. His wounds were washed but not otherwise medicated! The next step was the parade to the execution ground.

 Roman politicians always like to make examples of condemned men. The long slow parade along public streets was designed to serve as a warning to others that Rome dealt quickly and mercilessly.

 A centurion usually served as executioner or “camifex servorum”. While four soldiers held the prisoner, he placed the sharp five-inch spike in the dead center of the palm of the hand. A skillful experienced blow would send it through to the wood. Four to five strokes would hammer the spike deep into the rough plank and a fifth turned it up so that the hand would not slip free.

 A small projection resembling a rhinoceros horn and known as the sedile fitted solidly through the crotch. This was fitted so as to take most of the weight off the condemned man’s hands. Then a nail was driven through each foot. It was a death reserved for slaves, thieves and traitors. 

 The wounds in the hands sent fire down through the arms. Fainting only relieves temporarily. It is darkness and pain, then pain and darkness. The pain in the back, arms, hands, feet and crotch is a dull throbbing horrible end less pain. The pain builds up. It multiplies. It is cumulative. There is not a moment of respite.

 The cross is planted so that the greatest amount of sunlight will pierce the prisoner’s eyes.

 Below the cross, the curious wait, fascinated by the torture. The terrible scene is played out slowly. Dying should be a private thing not a public spectacle. There is something obscene about having a mob of people standing around waiting for you to die.

 Then the thirst begins. The lips are dry. The mouth is parched. The blood is hot. The skin is fevered. The greatest of all needs at the moment is a drop of cold water. Water is denied.

 At the foot of the cross the death squad drinks in the presence of the dying man to add to his mental torment. The sun shines directly into the eyes of the crucified. Even when the lids are closed a red glare penetrates. The tongue thickens.

 What once was saliva is now like uncombed wool. Swelling begins in the hands and feet. The sedile digs deeply into the genitals. It is impossible to turn or to change one’s position. Muscles begin to twitch. The real horror is only beginning.

 One by one the muscles of the back gather in tight knotty cramps. There is no escaping them, no pulling out of them, no gentle massaging hands to ease them away. They move across the shoulder and the thorax. They move down to the abdomen.

 After two hours on a cross, every muscle of the body is locked in solid knots and the agony is beyond endurance. Men shriek themselves into insanity. The pain and the symptoms are identical to tetanus (lock-jaw or a state of a muscle undergoing continued contraction).

 Man with all his genius has never devised a crueler nor more agonizing death than that of crucifixion – the slow steady contraction of every muscle. Death by crucifixion makes the agony last as long as possible. Each hour is an eternity. At times the cramps make the neck rigid and the head is held flush with the vertical beam. A man longs for death. It is his only ambition.

 There are the flies, insects, and yelps of dogs with the smell of blood in their nostrils. Birds of prey, scavengers of the skies, circle lower and lower. Prayers seem to mock a man but you either pray or curse.

 As the hours pass the tiny blood vessels which feed the nerves will be squeezed flat and with the lack of circulation comes a numbing paralysis. A new agony develops for those who linger on the cross. It is the agony of the mucous-membrane.

 On the cross, there is no end of suffering. It is only the manner of suffering that changes and the degree that changes. 

 As the hours passed, soldiers were inclined the hasten death. They began breaking bones. Standing on a ladder a practiced legionnaire would swing the mallet in a short arc and shatter the right femur (thigh bone) instantly. A second, sharp blow would shatter the left thigh. These were new pains. 

 The mucous membrane – that thin, slippery tissue which lines and lubricates much of the human body – dries on the cross to the consistency of fine graveland scrapes the tender tissues of the anus (the posterior opening of the elementary canal). They tear at the tortured throat. They lie like stones in the sinuses. They rip layers of tissues from the eyes every time the pupil is moved or blinked. Most men died nude. 

 Could there ever be a more intense suffering this side of hell? Christ was crucified! He died the most brutal death ever devised by man. He took my place. It was my sin that sent Him there. Jesus Christ died the most thorough death ever devised. It was designed to allow the slow death-erosion of cell, muscle, emotion, bone, tissue, mind, spirit, blood and heart-beat. But, no further sacrifice for my sins is needed. JESUS PAID IT ALL!! Dr. Diana Brevan @ Jesus Is Lord Fellowship World Wide International Is Preparing to make a difference around the globe on line making a difference daily spreading the Lords Word around the globe. Praying Continually for those Whom are a part of her life and those whom became a part of Dr Diana Brevan everyone whom even has a Name Jesus Is Lord Fellowship WWI Prayer Warriors Lifts Up Each and every one, In Continued Prayer, Dr Diana places each soul within the Prayer Journal upon the Alter in the front room chapel of the Headquarters and she Prays continually as she anoints each Pages within the Prayer Journal each evening In Continued prayer even when the Lord answers Prayer she continues to anoint and bless You In Jesus Mighty Name. Amen! Continue to real in all of your Prayer Request Needs So You will be lifted up just as Dr Diana Brevan states until the day the Lord calls her home You will be anointed and lifted up without fail even when she does not hear from you. You are lifted up this day to many more years to come Amen! So why Is Jesus Is Lord Fellowship WWI Named the Name? It’s because of the Love She Has For Christ Jesus first before her Ordination before her background, before her marriage, before her family, before the Leadership before man, She Loves Christ Jesus Just as Christ Jesus Loves His Wife the Church First before us all. Without this Greater Love There is no Love! Dr Diana Brevan