Following The Trail: Of The Creature? Or The Creator?

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Follow The Creature OR The Creator?

What would you be doing right now if you finally got tired of waiting on man’s approval to follow the Father’s directions?

The problem with this question is that it leads to more questions that many in your life want left unasked and unanswered.



Would you pursue that calling without the degree someone says you need?

Would you begin that ministry without a seminary’s indoctrination?

Would you write that book without a PhD’s permission?

Make that trip without waiting on your boss to approve a sabbatical?

Would you heal yourself and your family with the cures the Father put in nature instead of living in terror of not being able to see the almighty doctor?

Would you take that stand on scripture even if momma and the preacher said “leave this to the religious professionals?”



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Highly suggested reading.

“Wild at Heart”, “Captivating” and “Journey of Desire” by John Eldredge

“No More Christian Nice Guy” and “No More Christian Nice Guy” by Paul Coughlin



Does the Matrix (of Babylon) have you?

Have we tolerated the deeds of the Nicolaitans (Greek for “one who dominates the laity) for far too long?



Like a man comes to an altar, I came into this town
With the world upon my shoulders and promises passed down
And I went into the water and my father, he was pleased
Oh I built it and I’ll tear it down, so you will be set free

Yes, and I found thieves and salesmen, living in my father’s house
And I know how they got in here and I know how to get ’em out
You see, I’m turning this place over from the floor to balcony
And then, just like these doves and sheep, oh, you will be set free

‘Cause I have always been a lover from before I drew a breath
Well and somethings I loved easy, some I love to death
‘Cause love’s no politician, no it listens carefully
So of those who come, I can’t lose one
So you will be set free, oh, you will be set free

I go on and take my picture, go on and make me up
Oh, I’ll still be your defender, you’ll be my missing son
Oh and I’ll send out an army just to bring you back to me
‘Cause regardless of your brothers? lies, oh, you will be set free

Because I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s mine
So, you bring all your history, I’ll bring the bread and wine
Oh and we’ll have us a party oh where all the drinks are on me
And as surely as the rising sun, oh, you will be set free
Oh, you will be set free

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