“Yinney” – Chapter 21

Sloth-Hanging-Out_300x300 Yinney was just preparing to head out on his first six day journey to tell others in the neighborhood about his 7th Day Tree and invite all seekers of peace to visit and have spiritual discussions. However, his plans were suddenly interrupted when Lu-Lu, Me-Me, and Jo-Jo came flying into the tree with wings all a flutter!

“Yinney! Don’t go yet! We think we got it!” Lu-Lu blurted out.

Yinney became motionless except for three slow blinks of his eyes as he tried to understand what the three macaws were talking about? First he blinked one time, then a second, and a slow third. “You got what?” he finally asked.

“We got a name for our Fellowship!” Jo-Jo loudly declared.

“Ohhhh, wonderful! Let’s hear what you have come up with this time? Surely it must be a good one to be as excited as you are.”

“Yes! Yes!” all three happily agreed. “It is the best one yet! It perfectly fits the theme of our message and Fellowship. And with you about to go out witnessing, teaching, and inviting, it would help if you have a name for the Fellowship!”

All three macaws were talking at the same time, but he heard every word and was delighted they were taking such an interest. “Okay, what have you got?”

Suddenly the birds went totally quiet, starring at each other with blank faces.

“We never decided who would make the announcement,” Lu-Lu pointed out.

“I think you should, Lu-Lu,” Jo-Jo said. “You’ve been here the longest.”

“Oh but I couldn’t,” she declared. “That would not be fair. We all worked on this. We all prayed about it. We all agreed it was from God. And Me-Me really thought of it first.”

“But you’re the leader,” Me-Me immediately countered.

Yinney watched in amazement as the macaws debated the issue at a speed he could only dream of. Fortunately, there was no schedule to his journey. This was part of his way, a sacred way, the beauty of slow, in which one can always take the time to appreciate the simple things, like enjoying friends just the way they are.

“We could draw straws,” Me-Me suggested.

“Yes! Lets draw straws! I’ve always wanted to do that! It’s on my bucket list!” Jo-Jo excitedly declared. “The short straw makes the announcement!”

“But why is it the short straw that always is the one?” Me-Me asked. “Why not the long straw?”

Or the middle straw!” Lu-Lu added.

The entertainment continued as the bright blue birds flew about gathering three twigs. Then it required another big decision as to who would mix the twigs and hold them. It ended up being Jo-Jo. Finally it was decided it would be the middle straw. Then the macaws drew. After a very diligent comparison, it was decided Me-Me had the middle straw and would give the announcement.

“Ahem!” she cleared her throat signifying she was about to make the announcement. “We believe…as in us three believe…that being Lu-Lu, Jo-Jo, and I, that a very excellent name for our Fellowship would be…wait for it….wait for it… ”

“Oh come on, Me-Me! Just say it!” Lu-Lu ordered.

“The Fellowship of the 7th Day!”

Now everyone was quiet again. A small gleam could be seen growing brighter and brighter in Yinney’s eyes as he meditated upon the possible name. Other names had been proposed over that past week or so, but all were rejected. This was the longest he had pondered. The macaws grew more anxious the longer he took. Was it really taking him this long, or was he exercising them in patience? One could never be sure with Yinney.

“Are you looking for an answer now?” he asked.

“YES!!!” all three birds loudly responded.

“Well I love it. It’s perfect,” he said. “We shall be known as the ‘Fellowship of the 7th Day’, because God finished all his work in six, and then entered REST on the seventh. Adam and Eve were created on that sixth day, and then entered into God’s REST with him on the seventh. And in that 7th Day REST they lived, resting in God’s finished work, until the rest was destroyed by their betrayal. Yes, it is a very nice summation of the heart of our message. Well done Macaws! I will go forth with our new name, the Fellowship of the 7th Day!

The macaws were clapping and slapping each other on the back. They were so happy. “We knew it was the one!” they shouted. Yinney declared they should share drinks and celebrate the new name. There was no hurry to his leaving. And so they did.

Only God can watch the drama playing all over the earth at the same time. The individual lives experiencing joy or sadness; pleasure or pain at any given moment. God was aware of Jerry celebrating his latest big deal over a drink at the bar, and he was aware of Dorothy, Jerry’s wife, home alone and bored.

He also saw Rachel tossing and turning in bed, trying to sleep after eye-witnessing an execution. Even the sleeping pill wasn’t working. He saw Clara as she heard her mother get back up and go to the kitchen. He saw Frank leaving the scene of the crime, climbing back into his car and beginning to drive. He would slowly cruise by Rachel’s apartment, wishing he could go in and comfort her, but that would need to wait, still eight hours away.

He saw the macaws up late still working on the Fellowship name, because they wanted Yinney to have it as he went forth. He would watch them share that name with great joy that next morning, as Frank and Rachel drank coffee at a simple table, and she tried to understand how people can be so cruel.

There were no easy answers. At least none that man wanted to accept, as God watched it all, and brooded over his children, both saved and lost alike.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 20

sla-industries Rachel had just witnessed a murder. She was in no physical danger herself, but her mind kept repeating the execution style actions so heartlessly carried out. “How can people do that?” she almost yelled into the phone without realizing.

Unfortunately, Frank was still tied up at the precinct, but the call was immediately put forth and Officers were on the way. “You got at least two squad cars that will be there in less than two minutes, Rachel. They’re on the way. Are you sure you’re in no danger?

“Yes, I’m too far away. They couldn’t see me, but I watched the execution like black shadows performing on a high stage. It was awful, Frank. I can’t get it out of my head. How do you deal with such things on a daily basis?”

Rachel didn’t even realize the light drizzle had returned and she was shivering from head to toe. It was a chilly nasty night in every way, and now her mind would be scarred forever with what she had seen. She considered going to the scene where the man’s body had fallen. It couldn’t be far away. She actually heard the body slam the concrete; or did her mind play tricks?

“I would like to say you get use to it,” Frank answered, “but you really don’t. I do it for people like you, Rachel. Most of us are what I call ‘human’, we have a conscience and a set of morals. We just want to live and let live. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. But there are other people who are nothing but animals. They live like animals and die the same way. These people take the theory of Evolution to the extreme. Somebody has to be that hedge of protection from the animals in our world. I’m part of that hedge.”

Now she understood. No matter how much she thought she understood before, she did not. Now she felt the difference in her very soul. Thank God for people like Frank, she thought. “Do I need to go there and be a witness?”

“No. Don’t even go there. I’ll add your name to the list and someone will probably meet with you. Just to be sure if you have anything important to add, but from the sound of it, you don’t. Unless there is some hard evidence turned up at the scene, most likely these guys have disappeared into the night. They might be living right next to you, Rachel. You can never be too careful. Make sure Clara understands this too.”

“I will,” she said, and began walking towards her apartment at a rather rapid pace, her heart still racing, and suddenly realizing how cold she was.

“I’m leaving now and heading to the scene. I’ll see what I can find out. How soon can I see you? You’re gonna need to talk to someone. I know Clara is there, but what about tomorrow?”

Rachel thought for a moment as she hurried down the cold wet sidewalk. “I guess a morning coffee would be good, if you want to join me?”

“Just name the time. I’ll be there.”

Rachel finally reached her apartment and immediately grabbed Clara in a big hug. Clara looked at her mom wondering what was going on?

“I saw a man cold blooded executed tonight!” she began. “He was on his knees begging for his life and these animals shot him in the head like he was nothing! As if life means nothing! I actually heard his body hit the ground! I can’t get this out of my head! I keep seeing it and hearing it. I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep tonight?”

The look of horror on Clara’s face didn’t last long as she immediately went into rescue mode for her mother. This was a new twist, but they would always be there for each other. “I know what we’re gong to do. First we’re going to make sure all our doors and windows are locked tight. Then I’m going to fix us some hot chocolate and you’re going to talk as much as you need. Then you’re going to take a sleeping pill tonight, and tomorrow will be all better. I assume you called that boy friend of yours. At least I hope you did.”

“Yes, I did.”

Frank arrived at the scene of the usual police tape marking off the area and squad car lights flashing. “I wonder what this guy’s story was? Well, whatever it was, it’s over now.

We all have a “The End” to our story, whether our book has many pages or few, we do not know. But the only thing that really matters is what we have filled those pages with. Will those who have read our story, been affected by our story, will it be worth reading, does it lead somewhere worth leading?

Many many miles away in the Amazon Rain Forest, Yinney had predators of his own to deal with. His was a peaceful world high in the trees, while slowly eating leaves. He started every day with his sacred morning song as he sang to his Creator and prayed for a supernatural protection. God had a hedge of protection also, and even though the will of God sometimes meant very hard things, at least what God chose had an important purpose, like Jesus on the cross. He would thank his God and never take for granted the precious blood of his Lord and Saviour.

Rising morning sun, I greet you. Singing morning birds, I thank you. Gentle cooling breeze, I welcome you. Great and mighty tree, I hang from you.

Predators may lurk jungle below, but our ways are higher in the trees. Our ways are touched with cooling breeze. Our ways invisible in the leaves. Our ways are blessed in peaceful flow. Our ways are blessed with S-O-U-L.

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“Yinney” – Chapter Two

Little did Yinney know as he searched for his special tree, the world was speeding up all around him. Mornings were no longer sacred for most people, the demands of making a living made the beauty of slow almost impossible. It now required a very intentional person if mornings were going to start with a focus on soul, rather than stress.

Yinney knew little of these things as he continued in his own intentional ways of slowly moving, conserving energy, yet very focused, very determined to find that special tree he would always return to when he needed to poo. It was his sacred duty to perform.

Sloths are rather unique when it comes to pooing. For one thing, they only do it once a week, every seven days. The slow metabolism making a sloth a sloth is key to this once a week function. Another peculiarity is they always come back to the same place to do their job. It is at the bottom of a particular tree they have selected. It is as if that place becomes their bathroom.

Some sloths do poo in the air letting it fall to the ground, but Yinney was not of that way. His people had always put a high priority on the sacred, and the poo should not be dropping out of the sky and landing all about, but should be blessing the chosen tree with nutrients and fertilizer, so it continues staying healthy and strong. His mother, Minney, had been fertilizing the same tree for many years, and it was one of the greatest trees in the jungle. Yinney intended to do the same. It was of the old ways, the way he had been taught.

He had no clock telling him time, but he knew two days were gone and only five were left to find his special tree and lay claim to it. A sloth did not know the meaning of “hurry up”, and the tree he now clung to simply would not do. He did not like the color of the green leaves, and they tasted funny, too. No, this certainly would not do. So as he hung upside down looking all about, he suddenly froze in position, barely breathing at all! There was Jag! Straight below! Would the jaguar see him and climb the tree?

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No, not this time. Muscles on the sleek cat rippled as it slunk slowly along, on the prowl, always hungry, but Yinney was invisible, not moving, and high in the sky. That heavy cat could never have climbed out upon the skinny limb he was hanging from. He knew he was safe, but he worried about five days from now, when he would need to poo! He had to find the right tree in a safe place.

But in the land of man, storm clouds were brewing. In a race of people who prided themself on speed, efficiency, and multitasking, an order was being placed. Even as Jag passed below and he clung to his tree for safety, at that very time an order was being finalized, and Yinney was in danger he did not know. This order would be the first coming from a recently purchased territory in the Amazon. “What a sweet deal it had been,” the man bragged over the phone to his friend.

Mother had warned him about the neighborhood bully, the killer known as Jag, but she had no knowledge of the danger of man. She had seen humans a few times, but they never seemed dangerous. This man’s name was Jerry. He owned a lumber company that had passed down through the family, starting with his grandpa, but had remained just a small family business until Jerry came on board.

Jerry had plans. He wanted to make as much money as he could. He was willing to work hard and smart, constantly searching for new and better deals. It didn’t hurt either that his area was entering a boom-time. Everyone said it was so. “Jerry, you lucky son of a gun. That mill never paid off for your granddaddy, or your father, but you are now in the right place at the right time.”

Jerry was ready. He was hungry and enjoying his success. His income had already doubled just since last year, and this was only the beginning. He rose hungry every morning ready to rush out to the hunt.

For a sloth, his normal view of the world is upside down. If Yinney had known of Jerry, there would have been nothing he could say that would have convinced Jerry to slow down and reconsider. He worked all the time. His wife and two kids hardly saw him until he came home exhausted at the end of his long days. But he told himself everything would be alright. One more year of this kind of income and we move into a fine house with a big swimming pool. Everyone will be happy.

Yinney had a view of sacred ways, but what is sacred to man in our modern day? Is anything? Not life, or God, or family, or honor? Only money? Only having more stuff? Bigger and better stuff in the pursuit of happiness?

But what brings happiness? Is it material things? Science is proving more every day that beyond a certain point of our needs being met, success and money do not bring happiness. Yinney sees the world upside down, but has a better understanding of what real happiness is than Jerry ever will. If only he knew there was a threat greater than Jag, a race of people who worshiped speed, not the glow of slow. The day would come when he would know. As if the jungle wasn’t enough of a danger in itself, there was a jungle of a different kind, and as a predator city, these cities were consuming the world.

Yinney once again started his slow journey, satisfied that Jag had moved on. His long arm began slowly reaching for another branch. His movements were almost as if not moving at all, almost hypnotic in its’ slow flow, staying invisible in the sky. There was no doubt in his mind, a fine tree he would find, and at the end of seven days he would bless the tree with his poo. From that time forth the tree would be his. It would be his 7th Day Tree. He would always be there again every seven days, for as long as he lived.

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(The story of Yinney began 1/20/19 and belongs to Don Allen, alias: Grandpa White Feather.)

Inner Circle

20180929_124343 As we continue looking at the “Personal Formula” I live by, in seeking to maintain a God Balance, lets continue our subject of “Inner Circle”. As we have said, Jesus set the example, having his 70, his 12, and his 3. The Great Commission and also Paul’s admonition to the Corinthians confirm what Jesus set the example for. We are expected to follow Christ as teachers of the Kingdom of God.

“You have been believers so long now that you ought to be teaching others.” (Heb. 5:12a)

Our Formula: God Task + Inner Circle + Prayer + Simplicity = God Balance.

Who are the ones in your life, your priesthood, whom you influence in a way that Jesus DID? In the above picture I have a grandson in there somewhere. This is his first year of playing soccer, or any sports. Am I a fan of soccer? Not really, but I am a fan of my grandson, and he needs to know that. I want him to know that. I want all my kids, my family, to be a part of the Inner Circle I influence towards God.

And think about it… sometimes those we are the closest, are the hardest to be that light to because they know us best! They see us at our worst and best. They know what we really do, our true actions, our consistency, or lack there of. They know our flaws and imperfections. But we should all want to be that spiritual priest to our family. And that means you too , DADS.

Yes…in that rumble tumble of childhood, all those kids trying to kick that ball, I have a grandson, and hopefully he’s not the one being kicked. I have another grandson, whom I have given the name “Sky Hawk”, who also plays soccer, but he lives in Georgia. I’m still naming this grandson. I think “Story Teller” may be his name. He has such an imagination and loves creating stories. It flows out of him. But he must also learn to never be a liar, but a creator of good stories imparting wisdom and joy. There is a big difference between an honorable Story Teller, and a liar. Grandpa White Feather can help him understand such things.

But there is still much more to say on this subject. I’m afraid the Apostle Paul was not giving the Corinthians words of praise when he wrote the letter. He told them what they “OUGHT” to be doing. And he shared his desire to teach them deeper and more powerful things, but he could not! He desired to do so, but could not!

“There is much more we would like to say about this, but it is difficult to explain, especially since you are spiritually dull and don’t seem to listen. You have been believers so long now that you ought to be teaching others. INSTEAD, you need someone to teach you again the BASIC things about God’s word.” 

Wow…how sad. How would you feel if the Apostle Paul, or the Lord himself, said you were spiritually dull and do not listen? Wow. Not a good spiritual report card.

So…are we the teachers we ought to be? Do you see how adding this to the Formula is a very important part, of which Jesus set the example? All I’ve done is tried to analyze “what Jesus actually DID”. And then put those elements into a Formula that helps us follow what Jesus DID. There are many things, of course, that could be added. But it is my hope that these four basic elements produces those other things like a tree bearing fruit. As we try to reduce our Godwalking to the MOST SIMPLE elements, as part of the Formula is simplicity, a life flowing, a yoke not hard, a burden not heavy.

No one can say it better than Jesus, of course. He said it’s all about a life of godly LOVE.  He said that would produce every fruit a Christian should be bearing. No one can be more simple and deep at the same time, as the Lord Jesus Christ. He is the Master.

We continue our study of “The Formula”, and much is happening at Teepee in this fall season. More pictures coming soon. Continue meditating on your ministry to YOUR Inner Circle. Rise to the challenge! Add your God Task and Inner Circle together and see what you get? Do you have a godly balance of soaring and not flapping? Until the next time, this is Grandpa White Feather signing off. Continue the “Fight of No Fight”, and be blessed!

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Actions, or just more words?

20180829_171204 My wife and I watched a Christian movie the other day: “God’s Not Dead 3” – “A Light in the Darkness”. Another very good movie. I’ve enjoyed all 3 so far. But from my personal perspective, with the things God has spoke to me about and changes that have occurred, because of such new knowledge I’m now responsible for, I must say there was one thing that bugged me, and I see it so very pervasive in American Christianity. We talk big, but our actions don’t follow, and sometimes, perhaps even most times, our actions actually contradict the words we have so boldly spoken!

So what’s the deal? Do we not see we are actually sabotaging the very message we have worked so hard to send forth? Is the message of God or not? I just spent 3 weeks listening to 3 messages a Pastor preached to his Church. I was put onto these messages because a friend knew I was very into the subject of “The Early Church”, and his Pastor had just preached a message about getting back to the start, and did some teaching on the early church. So he let me know, and I began listening.

The Pastor began by saying there is a movement “out there” of people leaving the church because it is not “perfect enough”. It has problems, and these folks say they want to get back closer to the early church. Then he began explaining how Christianity is not a “Church building”. The people are the Church. He wanted to make sure his people were not hung up on the “building”, of which they have a very nice one, and plenty of debt with it.

He said the church is not perfect because it is a place for the sick to come. It’s like a spiritual hospital. This is true, but to that I say, just because the church takes care of sick people, that is not an excuse for the church to be sick! Are we giving them what they really need? In some cases yes, but in many, no.

Anyway, sounded like he opened a big subject, (which it is), the early church fathers, and I thought sure he was beginning a series. He preached very hard about revival and getting back to what the church “ecclesia” means. However, rather than continue this very vital message that most the church is ignorant concerning, he dropped the subject like a hot potato and followed it with two weeks of sermons about people “struggling” with their Christian faith! (Whaaat?) What kind of menu is this?

Not only that, but the one message he did preach, taught nothing new, had no real depth concerning the church Jesus started, and even taught that Constantine was a Christian! He made it sound like a Christian Roman Emperor heard the will of God and that is how we left home churches and moved into large buildings! He made it sound like there was no debate or concern, and it was the natural leading of God, and all was perfectly well! Nothing is further from the truth!

There was no educating his people of how Constantine lived as an unsaved man who should not have influenced the church, nor of any debate concerning these big changes after 300 years of small group ministries! His people walked out completely uneducated concerning getting back to the beginning, which was what he said in the beginning about his message.

(And my friend seemed unconcerned about this very misleading message. All he did was make excuses, and probably regretted making me aware. Evidently, like most people, this was not any serious problem to him. This is my perception of the conversation we had. What else can I surmise from his lack of concern? As far as I know, he still does not read the articles I write, in which if he were concerned, he could easily verify if I have a point, or not? Please let me know, friend, if you’re reading, so I know you’re taking anything I have said seriously enough to at least investigate?)

So as I anxiously awaited his next messages, I was greatly disappointed, because I cannot see that his actions in any way support what came out of his mouth that day. Except he put that personal slant to his message because he really does still want big building ministry. His church will not function without a big expensive building. He really is not interested in getting back to the “start”. That was a message of empty words, followed by two messages of struggling with your faith. No thanks. Not the kind of food my spirit is hungry for. But that’s just me. For all those who crave such spiritual food, there are plenty of places to find it. There is no lacking of these messages. This is not the spiritual food we are starving for, as if a famine in the land. But there is a famine!

So, as I was saying, my wife and I watched “God’s Not Dead 3”, and as you probably now realize if you have seen the movie, you know where I’m going. They did such a good job of revealing a serious problem. I mean, that Pastor was really stuck inside the box! He could not seem to envision how many ways true Christianity could invade that campus. It’s like water! If people are on fire for God, it cannot be stopped! It does not need a building! It targets hearts! It needs tables of fellowship! But he was stuck in the same thinking God seems to be shinning a spotlight on!

This seems to be the message of the hour! So many people are seeing it, saying it, preaching it, even making movies of it, but how many are actually DOING IT? I hear their words, but the words are instantly swept away by their actions! They do not mean what they say! Their living in a virtual reality! Nice words, great movie, but you fail to follow through! They ease their conscience with great words, and then go right back to the same stinking thinking! Do they think they have done their job? Do they think they have obeyed God? Do they think they have alerted their people, and been a good shepherd? Do as I say, not as I do?

In our last article we talked about the visitations of Christ in the garden, and how he came to his 3 disciples; Peter, James, and John. He expected them to pass on the words of his visitation, but they simply fell back to sleep. Are we doing any better? Perhaps we are passing on the word before we fall back to sleep.

After the great climax of the show, when the Preacher finally realizes how far off base he has gotten in his representation of the meek and lowly Christ, he makes a great speech to everyone about how Christianity is not a “building”, but almost the next thing you see, and the way the movie ends, the Preacher turns over the first spadeful of dirt to build the new building! Wow. I’m sorry. Like I said, I enjoy these shows, but does no one see how stuck we are in this box? We are so blind to it that we do not even see when we completely contradict the message we have worked so hard to preach! All that work “undone” in a moment! And Satan laughs the whole time, thinking how easy these people are.

I turned over several spadefuls of dirt this week, because my Teepee continues slowly growing, is debt free, and I try to match my actions to my words. I am now putting in a wall and door! The small group atmosphere in this place is awesome! Getting stronger every day! By next summer this spiritual get-away, this prayer garden, this school in the wilderness, should be ready. It has not been easy, but no matter how slow it has been, my actions are in harmony with my words. And maybe…just maybe….there will be a people who see the truth of that… and they will come hungry for food to make a soul strong in the Lord…so there is not so much spiritual struggle in God’s body. Is the body of Christ unhealthy? Is it sick? Why so much struggle? It ought not be so!

As I said before, just because the church helps sick people, is no excuse for the church to be sick! This Pastor accuses others of leaving the church because it is not perfect, but then spends the next two weeks preaching messages confirming the problem! Am I the only one who sees confusion here? God is not the author of confusion!

Yes, we RESIST the devil. We war against him! But we are strong in the Lord! Our faith is strong, not doubting and struggling! God has not given us a spirit of fear! Oddly enough, this place to build healthy souls has also made my body strong and healthy as I have dug in dirt, chopped wood, drank water from a deep fresh well, and built this Tipi. Everything seems to confirm and be in harmony. We are not confused in our simplicity. We do not function as a business, nor do we have the stress of such operations. I simply want to move with God, and stay under his shadow. Here’s a couple more pictures.

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I’m afraid all the hard work wore Shadow out. Supervision is a tough job.

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“A Church Different”

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Welcome to Wakanda, a church different. Is the name of our church Wakanda? No. Are we part of the Black Panther movie? No. It’s simply an analogy, because we’re doing church different, and the church normal looks at us thinking we’re a 3rd world country, or exiles, and don’t see us having anything to offer, anything even beginning to compare to what they offer, when in actuality, our “Fellowship” (we don’t call it church), may be closer to the original than theirs. Such as, we don’t worship the “sun god” at our fellowship, and what has become normal in America, does!

The above picture is a baptism about to happen. We left Indiana and traveled all the way to Georgia to accomplish this baptism of our oldest grandson. Our “Fellowship” is very fluid like that. The eagle loves to soar. The Wind carries us many places. Don’t put God in a box. He simply won’t fit. If your god fits in some man-made box, then he’s not really God! Please check carefully!

I never worry about defending our Fellowship. I simply share what we do. Most of what we do is very different than the modern church system. I leave people to judge for themselves the things I teach and say. If you want to know more about how the modern church is practicing the Rome worship of their sun god, and what the real God thinks of that as the real God made plain in Ezekiel 8, then simply go to my July 18 article: “A False Matrix”, and begin learning the details.

And remember, the book of Revelation reveals both Rome and Babylon are very active in our last days! This should be a great concern to every true child of God. Only those not truly a child of God would not be concerned. Show your concern! Your actions are more true than your words. Open your eyes and study! Show yourself approved! Not a slothful and lazy servant ready to be cast out!

Okay, here is some things we do at “FWP”. We don’t worry about stage lights and a performance, nor the high cost and debt going with most places of that sort. We don’t have “money pressures”. As the leader, I’m not seeking a paycheck. I’m not on a payroll. Occasionally someone makes a free will offering towards something and we gladly accept that. We expect Christians to be led of the Spirit in what they do with their money. But as a minister of the Lord, I don’t want any money pressures influencing my spiritual judgement. The more money a ministry needs to maintain itself, the more likely they are in bondage to a worldly material. How much money did Jesus need? What did his ministry cost?

We don’t have “name tag machines” as our second greeters. You will also be likely greeted personally by me. True discipleship requires personal time. Jesus put an emphasis on discipleship, not how many names are on your membership roll. Oh, we don’t have one of those either. God keeps track of the membership in his books. I don’t have to worry with such things.

Our emphasis is family and fellowship. Fellowship is a big test of who is with us, or not. If someone constantly pushes other people’s buttons, causing strife in the family, then that person is invited to leave and only come back if they have a change of heart. We’ve had to let one go already. It’s amazing how true fellowship quickly weeds the true from the false. But maybe they just need to be somewhere else? If that is the case, then I want them where they can grow best. That’s my main concern; not some numbers on a board.

The early church did not worship the sun god or Tamuz, as said before. Your pastor would need to teach on the early church fathers and early church to understand. We do study the early writings of those trained by the Apostles and established as bishops of those original churches. I suspect our modern pastors fear these subjects and deliberately mislead us. Why would the modern church want to be ignorant of its roots? It makes no sense to me. I can only surmise there is a darkness at work in this, but only you can search this yourself.

Easter and Christmas are not really holy days for us. A Christian form of the Passover is the only holiday I see the Apostles promoting in my Bible. You can have Santa and the easter bunny at your home if you like, but we don’t promote them in our fellowship. Also, we keep the emphasis of the Lord’s Supper on his “death” more than “resurrection”, as he instructed. This proper emphasis is one of the great loses of our modern church system. We also keep emphasis on our priesthood, not the kingship we will enjoy in heaven some day, that’s for later. The Apostle Paul accused one church of beginning to “reign” without him! Can you believe it? This false king theology has led many down this prideful path in our modern day.

The Lord’s Passover Meal is a master key, and meant to be the template for what is Christianity and Church. But we have perverted our practice of this holy day God set way back in the Exodus! I believe our fellowship has a more true practice of church than most of those calling themselves churches these days. We offer our help in these articles in this blog site, for whosoever will, but who are we to presume such things? (The modern church asks as looking down the nose. Ezek. 11.)

We believe in SIMPLICITY, and the simplicity of Christ. We have gone back to the truth of the early church as best we can, without the help of the modern church. We are still searching, praying and learning. What is a student who does not shine brighter each day, even unto the end?

We do church different here. Jesus said his “yoke” was easy and his “burden” light. He said we are like the wind, flowing where God takes us, in a freedom of Spirit, liberty, and revelation. Free to be me in Christ. The person God created me to be, as I grow away from  what the world has offered me. There is no performance. There is simply loving “upward” FIRST, and “outward” ALSO.

When did Jesus have church? All the time. Where did Jesus have church? Everywhere he went. This is true church. We do not attend church, we live it, 24/7. We ARE the church. And we are meant to be a family. God’s family.

So God sent my wife and I south this week, and we had church in Georgia. Grandpa shared scriptures and baptized his oldest grandson, while my wife and second born son bore witness on the bank. It was a gorgeous day! The sun was bright! But there was no sun worship. we are sun worship free! (I hope. May the holy Spirit reveal if this is not so!)

 

On way home we stopped at Pigeon Forge to buy a Samurai Sword for my grandson, to mark his day of baptism. He knows what Grandpa means when he speaks of being “Samurai for Christ” and the Sword of the Spirit, God’s holy Word. This was part of church for us this week. A lady who worked at the store, “Smokey Mountain Knife Works”, (a favorite place of mine), this lady came out of the store and gave my grandson a short lesson in use of Samurai sword. I never saw this happen before, but it happened for him. She had actually taken lessons and gave him a quick teaching in some basics. God so blessed our trip! This was awesome!

20180728_150335 (Someone had skinned and cooked an alligator at this site. I was told there were no alligators actually in this pond. The water was crystal clear, and we even swam in it. It could not have been a more perfect day.)

20180729_104851 (I never told my grandson he would get a Samurai sword when he got saved. Of course I would not want him to be influenced by such a thing. He had no idea my wife and I were going to do this. You can imagine his excitement when we told him.)

Now we are back from Georgia and a new phase of the Teepee begins. I expect to move into it in 70 days. I have 70 days left to get that area ready. My wife will be doing some traveling for a while at that time, a few missions God has for her. So this will be my home away from home, but not hers, (maybe some day), if I ever get it to her standard. (LOL.)

God is good and God is great. I so enjoy this different way of doing church. The freedom, relationship, Presence, variety, of walking with the Holy Spirit is such a delight. I was happy when they said unto me let us go unto the House of the Lord! SOAR MORE and FLAP LESS! That is our message at FWP, to walk with our Lord in white, to be a Godwalker, even as Enoch was, and he was taken!

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