Hello and welcome to The Kingdom Guard.
The Kingdom Guard is a “Word-of-Faith” alliance of Christian warriors preparing for the spiritual and physical battles that are forming against us as you are reading this.
We are most certainly living out the Book of Revelation TODAY!
All one has to do is open their eyes to see, ears to hear and a heart to discern.
Major battle lines are being drawn between the Left and Right in the political realm: Same-sex marriage, late-term abortions, rioting, looting, rape, murder and pedophilia are running rampant in our country.
NOW is the time to prepare for the coming Kingdom of Christ Jesus.
My name is Joseph Baranauskas and recently I turned my life back over to the Lord!
For those that are interested, some have asked me how I got to this point.
Well, like a lot of people, I was raised in a military family living on an Air Force base in Austin, Texas.
As I was growing up, my parents forced me to go to church on Sunday mornings on base. The services we attended were typical Protestant events. You know, the kind with stand up, sing hymn number whatever, kneel, listen to dry sermons that had no meaning to me, stand up and sing the next hymn...ad infinitum.
I even became an Alter Boy...well, because that was the cool thing to do to impress all my other friends.
The funny (sad) thing was, I never really connected with God, it was more of a social environment to me. Something to do on weekends and to hopefully stay out of trouble, though that was not always the case!
In any event, after leaving high school in 1981, I immediately joined the Marine Corps. I just wanted to be the baddest, toughest, meanest Marine to walk the earth.
I was in the infantry and got really lucky. I was selected for Marine Barracks NSA in Naples, Italy in late 1981.
While stationed there, my job was protecting the NATO Headquarters building at Allied Forces Southern Europe down the road from our base.
It was rather impressive duty. I got to wear our famous "Dress Blues" uniform everyday mingling with NATO Generals and the like. The respect I received from everyone made me feel important!
Once I was discharged from the Marine Corps, I decided I wanted to live in San Diego, CA since that is where I went to boot camp. I loved the area and it was as far from home as I could get and still be in the US.
After arriving in San Diego as a new civilian, I paid for 1 month of rent in a seedy hotel downtown with every intention of getting a job and establishing my new life there.
Little did I know, my new-found freedom as an adult living away from home would lead me into alcoholism and addiction.
I never did start that job search, partying was much more fun!
Until the rent came due and I had run out of money. I got kicked out of the hotel due to non-payment yet was able to scrape together a few dollars to store my property in the Grey Hound bus station locker.
Funny thing is, the bus station lockers also require periodic rent payments. Well, because I was living in such sin, partying and living for the moment, the day came to pay for my locker and I didn't have any money left. Needless to say, the bus station disposed of all of my personal property!
The only thing I had left in the world was the clothes I had on and the pair of shoes on my feet.
Long story short, I wound up homeless, living on the streets for 8 months and seriously considering suicide!
I was wretched. I hadn't been able to bathe for months. I couldn't call my family for help, I mean, I was a proud Marine after all!
The only time I could eat food was once a day at the San Diego Rescue Mission. Wouldn't you believe it? They required everyone that wanted to be fed, to attend a 1 hour church service before dinner. Well, because I came from a "religious" background, God was meaningless to me. He was just something that everyone seemed to pray to but not really real.
You know, I was really hungry, so I played church along with everyone else.
They rotated in various churches to come in and minister every week.
One night, there was a church called The Jamul Bible Church. These people were what I became to know as a non-denominational, charismatic, word-of-faith fellowship.
There were 2 youth ministers that night. Ron and Becky Hoffman. They didn't preach to us. They simply shared what the Lord had done in their life. It was real, sincere and extremely convicting to my soul!
I started crying because I could feel the Holy Spirit welling up inside of me, though I didn't know that is what it was. I was tired, beat down and at the end of my rope.
That night, when Ron and Becky made the alter call, I couldn't take the pain any more and went up there. I said to myself if there is a "God", if you are real, please show yourself to me...I was on the verge of killing myself that night or shortly thereafter.
I opened my heart that night and asked Jesus into my life at that alter!
After the service, I was so shaken I couldn't eat, though I was starving, quite literally!
Instead of eating, when Ron and Becky saw the sobbing mess that I was, they came to minister to me.
That night, Ron and Becky told me the Holy Spirit told them to bring me home with them.
What? Why? I was a dirty, stinky, drunk, mean and tattered Marine! I don't deserve this!
I vividly recall sobbing in their back seat on the way to their home. I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I was stinking up their car with a wretched smell that literally smelled like death!
For the next year, they and the rest of the congregation at that church nursed me back to health, bringing me up in the Word and helped me come to realize I have a living, breathing and loving God in my life.
Years later, I got married, had kids and our family was deeply ingrained in a similar fellowship in Austin, TX.
Over the years, the Lord had blessed me beyond what I could imagine.
He gave me an aptitude and passion for technology. For the last 25 years I have been a Software Engineer and Enterprise Architect blessed with not only my own software company, but I had the privilege of working with/for some of the biggest tech firms doing things you can't even imagine.
In 2000, we bought a tour bus, strapped our new Ford Expedition to the back of it and hit the road with the kids in tow.
Well, we eventually landed in Southern California, bought a home there and life was good. However, we never got rooted into a new church once there. We stopped praying, reading God's Word and you can imagine the rest.
I was too busy being successful with work that I just didn't have time for that anymore.
So good in fact that I got it into my head that everything we had, 2 houses, a tour bus, a fleet of cars, motorcycles, 2 airplanes...we had all that because of my skills and talent!
Sadly, not realizing it, I was slowly turning my life back over to the evil one, Satan.
So, to cut to the chase, I quickly became an alcoholic and addict once again. Booze, drugs, women, lustful for everything I thought I needed to make my life complete.
Once I hit that point, I lost my wife, children, home and lastly myself.
I ran from the Lord for the last 20 years, participating in some of the most vile things a person could do short of murder...though I had murdered many people in my heart!
In Sept 2020, being beat down, tired and once again contemplating suicide over the summer, the Holy Spirit started whispering to me, begging me to come home, back home to Jesus.
At the end of September, my heart was willing and I said Lord, if you would have me, here I am!
Funny thing is, God does have a sense of humor.
A couple of weeks ago, I didn't have enough money to even buy a Bible. I told the Lord as soon as I could scrape enough money together after my basic living expenses, I'd buy one and get back into His Word.
I was driving for the rideshare company Lyft to survive (during a pandemic!) and one day, I stopped at a convenience store to get gas and use the restroom.
As soon as I walked into the men's room, on the counter sitting in a puddle of water was a brand new Bible sealed in a plastic zip-lock bag keeping it safe.
There was someone in one of the stalls and I said "excuse me, but is this Bible yours?"
Whomever that person was (I am convinced it was an angel) didn't respond.
The Holy Spirit said to me that it was for me...God gave me His Word in a convenience store bathroom!
I dried it off, took it out of the bag and went back out to my car. I quickly noticed that whoever left it for me, also left an index card inserted into it in the Book of Joshua, suggesting I read Joshua 1:8!!!
I read it sitting at the gas pump in my car and absolutely broke down crying...and laughing!
Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful.
Since then, the Lord has nourished me with His love and wisdom.
He has called me to use to the skills, talent and military experience He blessed me with over the years to help arm and protect His children in the troubling times that lay ahead of us.
My prosperity and success His Word promises will have nothing to do with money or earthly treasures...but those treasures in Heaven as he guides me to bring the lost to Him and to train Godly soldiers for the fight to come!
After all my evil carelessness over the last 20 years, he wants me to do a great work for Him and His Glory as we watch the Book of Revelation unfold in front of us right now!
He has revealed to me day-by-day, the pieces going into this site as you see it.
At this point, he has had me rapidly develop this within just the last 2 weeks!
He told me time is short, the crops are ready for harvest and to put my heart, head and hand to the plow...the time is near!