Let me open your minds to why I feel so strong on this a little more.
Upon request (from the wife) I visited church 2 years ago on
Easter. As we sat and listened to the preacher I couldnÂ’t help that my
mind had wondered off the subject. Now never in the past had I ever
questioned faith or the book, I just wasnÂ’t dedicated to it either. Words
past nowÂ….in blurbs and sentences soon became deafening.
I began to study the room and the people about as I love to do no matter where
I am. The little old lady in the front row with her big hat and white blue hair, the
man on his knees for at least an hour, praying for his sick mother, the antsy
children waiting for mom to clap so they can escape her “loving” embrace to run
down the isle. I started to shift my focus on the church itself, very glamorous, very
large. I noticed the huge vaulted ceilings, the vast walls that seem to reach
Heaven themselves, the theatre seating, I think I even came out of my seat a
little bit to check out the seating on the lower floor. Again my focus shifted, this
time on the finer things such as the lights, the tv cameras, the stage,
and the well dressed preacher. The last thing I remember looking at that day was
the breath-taking 20 ft marble cross on the wall.
My wife tells me I stared at the cross for at least an hour, but it felt like seconds
to me. Now this is where one would probably want to call me a liar as for what
happened next could have just been my vivid imagination. The words slowly came
to me again, but not the words of the preacher. This was a voice I have never
heard, and I thought myself that I was fabricating it. I asked the voice if this was
God and I was answered with “He is not I, but known by many names.” Now I
was starting to get frightened as I tried to concentrate on the preacher but
couldnÂ’t peel my eyes away from the cross. The rest of the conversation is not
remembered as it happened. I was awakened from my trance by my wife tugging
on my sleeve to rise for prayer.
During the drive home I explained to my wife what had happened and as she
asked me questions, I could suddenly recall what was said as if I wrote it down,
yet I still canÂ’t remember hearing it. I was told several things regarding the way
mankind has perverted the words of our maker. The main statement that stuck in
my mind was made about the cross on the wall, I was asked if the preacher
would “take that cross off the wall and carry it for the sins of all man”. It all
revolved around the glamour and the fame of the modern day church and itÂ’s
practices. To this day I can only answer questions about what was said, I can
never recall the conversation in its entirety.
My wife called her brother in California for advice. He has devoted his life and his
music to Christ and she wanted to know what he thought. Here Barbara was
thinking that it was The Devil yet her brother said in fear “NO….That was the
Lord”. I spoke with him about it and he told me that God has given me a mission
to spread the words that were spoken to me. I was quick to dismiss this theory
as I didnÂ’t care for the job. He then told me not To refuse a mission from God, that
the consequences would be VERY severe!!! So since then, I have been trying to
put this together and find out what IÂ’m supposed to do. I know you probably
donÂ’t believe me or wouldnÂ’t justify this for my beliefs, but I have sought advice
from several people on this and they all say to go with what feels right. ThatÂ’s
why I speak the way I do about religion.
You all are welcome to tell my story, but please don't change it or publish it.
I'll be back tomorrow to chat some more.
