You were never a "real" Christian
It's the phrase I hear unendingly from complete strangers still mind sucked deep in their cult of lies. I'd like to set the record straight...
I grew up Anglican, blah. Even I don't consider that true Christianity. Anglicans were what we referred to as "Luke warm Christians" when of my own free, teenage will I joined the Living Word ministries at the age of 14. Outsiders referred to us as "happy clappy"; a label we didn't mind at all. We would sing and dance, do cartwheels and summersaults, wave banners in praise and worship for hours before the sermon every Sunday.
Our Friday night youth group was called Frontline; a reference to where we were willing to stand as Jesus' army in the final battle. Then there was home cell every Tuesday. Our church was our home and the congregation our family. To this day, I will admit, that I have not experienced happiness as profoundly as I did then. I knew where I belonged, and I knew where I was going.
I had the Holy Spirit inside me, Jesus surrounding me, and my God the Father above me; all guiding me; all loving me; all hearing every thought I had. I never felt alone, even through the darkest moments of my life, I believed I was carried. I walked behind the cross every step of my journey, and I feared no temptation, no evil, no potential circumstance because every detail of my life was foreseen by my creator and all I needed to do was trust him.
I fucking loved my Jesus.
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