Journey to Micro Church – #4

harney-peak-jpeg There were a few things driving me from our modern Church system. One: The complex and business like nature it had become. I was looking for the simplicity of Christ, not complexity. Jesus was simple and deep, not complex and shallow, and so should his Church be. But most Churches today are completely “program” oriented, rather than the simplicity of flowing in the Holy Spirit.

Two: Along with the business like system, came a constant need for money. Somehow pastors were no longer living by faith and love offerings, as the early church did, but built mansions, ate expensive meals, drove luxury cars, fine clothes, had 401k, retirement funds, investments, and all while preaching about the one who taught us to be nonmaterialistic and help others. These big Churches were money hungry machines teaching a different Jesus than the Apostle Paul taught! (II Cor. 11:3-6)

Third: Jesus shifted us away from stone cold temples to the family warmth of tables in homes. He sat and ate with sinners. He got thrown out of temples. He showed us a Church “family”, not a congregation. But Rome and Constantine took us back into those cold temples, not Jesus, or the Apostles, or the early Church fathers of the first 300 years!

I could make quite a list of reasons, actually. The stage platforms, all the shish, boom, bah, and hype. Manipulation. Etc, etc. But so much of it seems to come back to the ego and pride of man, and a love for money, though they deny all this.

Black Elk experienced this first-hand in his day. Let me continue a couple of his quotes, and it will be very obvious what I’m referring to.

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Black Elk > “But if the vision was true and mighty, as I know, it is true and mighty yet; for such things are of the spirit, and it is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost.” (Black Elk Speaks – Chapter One).

(Black Elk Speaks – Chapter Seven) > “Afterward I learned that it was Pahuska (General Custer) who had led his soldiers into the Black Hills that summer to see what he could find. He had no right to be in there, because all that country was ours. Also the Wasichus (basically referring to the white man) had made a treaty with Red Cloud (1868) which said it would be ours as long as the grass should grow and water flow. Later I learned too that Pahuska had found there much of the yellow metal that makes the Wasichus crazy; and that is what made the bad trouble, just as it did before, when the hundred were rubbed out.”

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost. I love the way he says that. And the yellow metal that makes the white man crazy! Indeed, indeed. Some things never change, but it ought not be so in the family of God!

The love of money. Ego and money are such temptations for man. I spoke to a lady the other day, who has struggled all her life to keep bills paid, while her Pastor is currently building himself a mansion; complete with vaulted ceilings, spiral staircase, a lake right out the patio doors, I mean really really nice. I asked her what she thought of this? She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oh well.”

The old story of the King who thought he was wearing fine clothes, but was actually walking around naked, but no one would say anything, because of whatever reasons they may have had, until a young boy asked too loudly, “Why is the King walking around naked?” And the crowd was shocked!

These are a few of the reasons I left and simply went to God’s word in my Bible and began seeking simple truth. It’s there! And early Church fathers verify it all in early records written, and so much more! The fork of the road leading to the Dark Ages is there! And we are repeating much of history today, but for some reason, few there be who are willing to point out the naked king and offer real solutions.

This was all part of my early journey as I sought God in the Black Hills. That book came home with me, from South Dakota to Indiana. I was amazed at the greed, the love of money, the needless slaughter of the bison, the Indian’s food! For the love of money! And I see that same ugliness in our modern religious system! And we shrug our shoulders and say, “Oh well?” I can no longer do that.

I hadn’t been home long when God led me to download 5,000 pages of early Church history and begin my studies. How enlightening it was. Men like Polycarp, disciple of the Apostle John. And events that were taking place at that time. Decisions being made. The path to the Dark Ages, but not till 300 AD!

So how did we stray from a Church that turned the world upside down, to a Church acting like the Roman Empire?! Hhmmm. Well…you can bet pride, power, and money had a lot to do with it. Few there be who was pointing out the naked king, and those who were, were not of the popular opinion, but time certainly proved them right. Those who had wisdom, those who spoke the obvious truth, those who were right, were ignored and pushed aside, their voices silenced!

But today…the Internet…easy access to information, books, historical records… podcasting… the truth is getting out there… knowledge is spreading… some are asking about the naked kings… a revival is building, but not in the big Church buildings. This modern system is too much like a copy of the world. It has become a millstone around our neck showing the world a different Jesus. Not the one who walked Jerusalem in the day, and died on a bloody cross, without a place to even be buried.

Yes, much of what an old Indian before my time had to say, speaks to me. God surprised me with that. Black Elk speaks, and so does God! Of the seven Churches of Revelation, are we Smyrna or Laodicea? The answer seems obvious to me, but not to those still applauding naked kings. It’s time to awaken, light your lamps, and see if your light is true, or dies? When was the last time you got away from all the rat race and shish-boom-bah, and went out somewhere “simple”, alone with God, and heard his “whispers”? This is where my journey to Micro Church began, though at the time, I had no idea.

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Learning to Share – Part IV

5883 So how can we share everything we own without becoming an actual “commune”? The Lord’s prayer says give us this day our daily bread. God promises to meet our needs. I don’t believe the Bible teaches poverty or destitution. Poverty is part of the curse. But how much do we actually “need”, and how much could we share if we truly lived by faith? How creative could we become in helping others with our abundance? Our extra.

“And all the believers met together in one place and shared everything they had.” Acts 2:44

This is a personal question between every true believer and the Spirit of Christ. What God shows me to do is no reflection on what he might give others to do. But how many Christians today are really sharing all they have and loving their neighbor as themself? This is a real problem in the modern version of Jesus many of us follow today. I finally left this modern church and decided to face Jesus for real, therefore, I finally had to learn to truly share, or deny Christ!

So here is what an all-knowing, all-loving, and very creative God has shown me. Yes, it had my wife almost in tears, but she has come around a lot. I’m very proud of her. Sometimes we need time to process things, and realize our heart really does like this, even if there will be personal pain involved.

And Jason, also, as our other member, is also searching his heart to know his part. It was not an easy Fellowship meeting that night. Jason is no handyman and we all know this. So it is likely he will eventually help in other ways, but here are the long awaited details of what God has asked me to do in sharing our 1400 square foot home.

It starts with a garden and ends in a laundry mat. Our house is “L” shaped, which creates a secret secluded area in the “L” in which we have been creating a secret garden, as a prayer garden, for going on two summers now. We just added the tent gazebo in picture above. Now it just happens this house has two back rooms that my wife and I can spare if we put our minds to it. They can become something else, with a lot of work and creativity. God gave me a vision of what could be.

The two rooms can be connected by opening a wall. They have no outside door. There is no outside entry to these rooms, but one can be put in. This new access would be located right in the Prayer Garden area! So anyone entering those two rooms would come into the center of the garden to enter these rooms. But why would anyone want to come to these rooms? Perhaps a studio apartment? Make some extra income for ourselves? Lord knows we could use it, but we can also spare it!

So the plan is to put a washer and dryer in there, some free laundry soap, a sitting area with coffee, and invite struggling people to enter our prayer garden, enjoy the beauty and peace, enjoy some fellowship, and wash your clothes free! There is room for children to play in our fenced in yard. Time slots will have to be scheduled, and it will be “slower” than a laundry mat, but it will save them money, and they can have Church at the same time!!!

From the time I began the garden, the message was: “Slow Down and Hear God.” Those who have been with us for a while might remember the pictures and articles when we began gardening last year. Those articles are still deep in this blog site, but now the VISION grows! And to include a way to reach out to people, share God’s love in us, share our house, and offer free access to a washer and dryer.

Maybe there could be two washers and dryers some day, but never more, because that is part of the beauty of it, to slow people down and have them spend some “time” with us. Save your money; spend some time. Let us tell you about the sharing message of Jesus, who did not love money and material things as our modern church seems to. Let us show you the real Jesus Christ.

So…now you know what had Brenda almost in tears, because I’m also fixing this old house for her, and now my time and money was going to be more divided. The time table on all this is not known. Progress is slowly made every day. I’ll post some more pictures at end of this. But as long as I am faithful to do what God tells “me” to do, I don’t worry about anything else. Like right now I could be drywalling a wall, and finishing dry wall, but God said work the blog first, send out what I tell you. So here I am in my recliner typing rather than drywalling. It’s all the same to me, staying in God’s constant flow like an eagle in the wind.

We also saw the Avenger movie: ENDGAME. Are we near to ENDTIMES? Strange to make such a change of subject at this moment, but not really, because if you want to do a study of what it means to find a balance in loving our neighbor and loving ourself, do a study of the changes in attitude between Ironman and Captain America. Cap needed a little more “self-interest”, and Ironman a lot more “selflessness”. I’m telling you it is quite a study to do if you love comic book stuff. Sorry, I grew up on my Bible and comic books, while isolated in the country as a boy. That explains a lot, right?

So until the next time, and I have not forgotten Yinney, I’ll conclude with pictures here, but may your heart be moved to know the real Jesus Christ in all his glory. You will never regret it. And be creative! Amen!

This is the Murphy Bed I built, where my wife and I sleep in living room while our 1,000 sq. ft. of the house is being worked on. It’s really quite nice and no great sacrifice, although many spoiled Americans would probably say it is. The other 400 sq. ft. is to become the free laundry room.

That junk van has got to go. This will be entry to garden and the door to the rooms will be on this back corner of the house, very close to tent gazebo.

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So much to do, but loving every inch of progress. It gets me out of bed every day, and the Fellowship of the White Path, (FWP), of which we are constantly sharing God’s Word and growing in his Spirit.

I will do regular update articles on the progress. But I’m needing to get back to “Yinney” also, and quotes I love from mentors I have found in this way. Please keep reading. We enjoy every follower and any comments and questions offered. Peace be unto you, and love your neighbor as yourself. It is the Kingdom Way, and it is the real Jesus. And spread the Word! This blog site is an easy way to do that. Thank-you for reading.

“Something Demanding of Me.”

5882 “From the Journal of Grandpa White Feather” > 4/28/19.

“My enthusiasm knows no bounds, but as for my flock of 2? Our little Fellowship this day? We should not have gone out to eat. Neither Brenda nor Jason could hardly keep their eyes open as I tried so hard to share such treasure from God’s Word. It was like Jesus praying in the garden. How shall this rag-tag trio accomplish the Kingdom of God in the earth?

How shall this group make this great journey? We shall see. Some kind of progress, no matter how small, made every day. I remain hopeful, even against all odds.

Things can change in an instant. With no warning. “An unexpected something, suddenly.” Ever have that happen? My current status? > An old house. A Fellowship of 3. A vision from God, but much work on an old house must happen and only one old man to do it, “ME”. (And the drama thickens.) Miles and miles of journey ahead one step at a time. I see no other future than this long road, and no unexpected change. A vision from God not expected to change.

Whatever change may come, it will only serve to grow and fine tune the vision. This will be because of me, because of us, unless it’s not.

BUT IT ALREADY IS! Yes, I see that now! This is the vision!

This is the message already being lived for all to see. For Brenda, Jason, our kids and grand kids, for our friends in Churches we left, for anyone and everyone! This growing light slowly reaching out of a trio of underdogs ready to be crushed at any moment by a vision from God! This is our message and light! We already succeed with every feeble step!

Any unexpected changes suddenly, we must embrace. Nothing threatens us except selfishness, our own unwillingness to die. We already have what we need to succeed. God’s love, light, wisdom, peace, in us. We are fully equipped. We soar more and flap less! This light grows no matter what! A few more take note every day. A small crowd begins watching. This light growing through us!

Yes…this is the vision…one lone old man fighting against all odds. He has a vision. He is the underdog. He is likely to be crushed, but keeps going anyway. Now 2 more unlikely characters join him. Jason and Brenda. They are underdogs too. Now we have a trio of unlikely characters most likely to be crushed! And the world loves to watch a good wreck! But what if something beautiful actually comes of it? The world loves to watch that too. We love to be inspired.

How shall this story end? Even if they fall short, as long as they remain true, this is the light the world cannot resist. We all are drawn to the faithful underdogs of the world. Was not Jesus himself the ultimate example? Did he not go to his slaughter without even a word of defense, as a helpless lamb? Had God the Father himself not saved the day, what a sad ending, indeed, it would have been!

But this also is the light, is it not? Those willing to be a faithful underdog, to bring the Kingdom of God into the earth will know the power of God the Father in their behalf, even if it be after death!

Yes, this is the vision we’re already living. This light springs forth in this city and begins to grow. It may be feeble, small, and weak now, like a baby in a manger, but the light grows. It grew a little more yesterday, even with heavy eyes that wanted to sleep, and it grows a little more today, however God sees fit.

This is our ACT III. I am the old man, at 63, and aging. They say ACT III is the most important of any play! The whole movie can be ruined by a horrible ACT III! It is the ACT meant to bring meaning, understanding, victory, inspiration, make sense of everything that has preceded it, and make the audience glad they spent their money to watch that show!

I am moved to share a personal note: My mom and dad own a small farm of 35 acres. They are both in their eighties now. When I visit the farm it is so sad. There is so much potential in that place. There always has been. Money comes in from it every year, but it is squandered on useless and selfish living, and yet my parents are both so unhappy in their final years. They are ruining the movie of their life with a horrible ACT III. No one will leave their theater feeling happy or inspired. I lived there for two weeks in my teepee and it was depressing. I am not of that way.

They have chosen to dare no great things, and to live such small lives. Chase no dream with God. Help few people. Shine little light. For example, my daughter, their grand child and only “girl” grandchild, just had a baby shower for her very first baby, which is also a little girl, (of which we have so few)! But my mom sent a card only, with some money and a note. She said coming to the baby shower would be too much for her, and yet she went to Church 3 times on Easter Sunday! Sunrise service, which is very early. Then the normal service and the evening! Wow! And to top it off, my daughter said the card was very sad and hard to read. Such a sad ACT III. This is what their grand kids will remember after they are gone.

But we do not choose such a life.  We embrace the hardness of a warrior life to overcome evil with good deeds, even if we be the underdogs in such a world as this. And we put ourself intentionally, with the leading of our God, into something demanding of us!

God sets a mountain before us and invites to climb. It is always an invitation. Like my mom received an invitation to her grand daughter’s baby shower.

The mountain becomes our ACT III! This climb fills me with such delight! I am never bored! I never lack something to do or a reason to rise! I live another day to shine a light true of God’s Kingdom! Not the dead-end street of the mortal kingdom of man!

As I live in my spirit man, I know what it is to soar more, and flap less. Like the eagle, I live in high places where the wind may blow cold and hard, but the air is also rare, the sun bright, and the view spectacular! This is what I see as I walk each day! I do not see the old house and the unfinished garden! I see what might be because of me, if I’m willing! And the “ME” becomes “US” if we all embrace such a vision. What might be because of us?

Consider this, which movie would you pay good money to see? An old couple slowly dying in an old house, while complaining of every day and squandering every potential they have?

OR… an old man smiling with hope and passion as he tries climbing a mountain too big for him? He declares he will climb this mountain! But how can he? He will surely fall to his death! How can this be? But what if he does somehow climb it? Wouldn’t you like to see? And see what he sees from the top? And would we not be inspired by this old man, even if he died climbing? Even if he falls, while living a good dream? Fighting for something good and precious in this mortal land?

Who are these people who would dare such a lovely thing, even to their dying day? Lives truly living. They be people filled with the Spirit of God. Jesus himself said, his purpose for coming to earth with the Kingdom message was…

“I have come…that they might have life…and have it more abundantly.”

The details of what God has shown me to do with this place has still not been given. What I simply had to write today were feelings rolling in my soul after a Fellowship revealing how weak we all are, in the face of great things. The details are soon to come in the next article of “Learning to Share – Part IV”. Among other things, this blogsite is now also the story of a rag-tag group hoping to climb a spiritual mountain unto God. May this site contain the details of what ends up being because of US. May it somehow bring glory to the name of Christ, we pray in Jesus name. Amen. So be it.

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“Yinneysnippets” of great Teachers.

three-toed-sloth These quotes can be read in 90 seconds or less, but pondered for a life time.

(Study to show thyself approved.)

Quote> “A small root in the right place can crack a whole building. A fine wine of the right brew can burst an old wineskin.”

“It’s the principal of life; of ferment; of small beginnings with great promise.”

“Radical renewal means getting back to basics; going to the root (radix). Radical renewal is so powerful that it can turn a world rightside up.”

“But only if the root is alive. Only if the wine is real.”

Written by: Howard A. Snyder / Book: “Radical Renewal – The Problem of Wineskins Today” / Copyright 1996 / Chapter: Preface.

“Yinneythought” for the day.

Sloth-Hanging-Out_300x300 “A man’s gift makes room for him, and brings him before great men.”        (Proverbs 18:16)

Have you created YOUR room? Perhaps this is a little different spin to the verse, but if you have not created “a” room from your particular gifts, and live in that room, then don’t expect your gifts to ever bring you into great opportunities.

This room must be built from the material of your gifts, and nothing less, but that’s hard to do if you don’t even know what you’re about.

Seek your Vision. Who are you?

Don’t waste your life living in rooms less than who you’re called to be. God placed your foundation stones even before you were born, but you choose what is built from there.

How have you done so far?

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“Yinneythought” for the day.

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To follow Christ is to love gardens and fight jungles.

We serve the God of gardens.

Weeds love speed but gardens grow slow.

The beauty of slow.

Is your day today a garden, or jungle?

20190323_152932 “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo” is brought to you by:

“Fellowship of the White Path”

Jesus walked the red path of His own blood so we could walk the white path of His own righteousness.

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“Yinney” Chapter 34

angelwings On the eighth day a rare occurrence was happening in Frank’s hospital room, even though he was unaware. Rachel, Clara, and all three of Frank’s sons were visiting him at the same time. It had not been planned, it just happened.

Over the eight day period, Rachel had met the young men one by one. They all knew of each other, but had never met. Tommy had been the last to arrive to NYC after having to take personal leave and arrange a flight. He was involved in building some road somewhere in another country. Frank had mentioned his son that he rarely saw due to his job. Rachel had not given it much thought as to exactly what he did. He was still young and wanted an adventure, Frank said. Probably not a career path for him.

The older two sons, John and Dave, had moved farther out of downtown proper, but still came to it on a regular basis. Clara, Rachel’s daughter, had met none of them until now, so you can imagine the noise level of finally having everyone together for the first time. Even Frank seemed to be there, though he wasn’t really.

As everyone began settling into a more normal flow of conversation, of course Frank became the main topic.  The sons all admitted they expected something like this to happen. New York City is just too dangerous a place. How could their dad take such high risks for so many years and not have it catch up with him? So the news had not been a surprise, but it still hurt just as much. And would they ever have a conversation with their dad again?

“I have a confession to make,” Rachel quietly said, and all other talk ceased. After a short pause to gather her thoughts, she continued. “I have been afraid to love your dad. I know I’m in love with him, but I’ve held back and been afraid to go forward because of this very thing. I just couldn’t imagine kissing him good-bye every night knowing what he was leaving to face, and wondering what might happen? How did you boys live with it?”

John, the oldest, was the first to answer, “You could say we didn’t have any choice. We just had to accept dad might not come home one day. Of course, it didn’t even occur to us till we got a little older. But we always had each other, and we were brave together.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed, “But mom always said she would have grey hair early, and she was starting to turn, but…well…that ended up not mattering.”

Clara tried to imagine what these boys had been through, but they had parents who loved each other. They had grown up being loved and knowing what love was about. They did not fear their dad, only the fear of what could happen to him. Perhaps by someone like her dad had been.

The conversation revolved around this topic of learning to live with the fear, for the sake of love, for a while. Then Dave said, “But someone has to do it, right? I mean, what if everyone just said it’s too dangerous, too hard, too ugly, and the darkness took over? It’s a calling, I think. Some answer the call.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then Clara asked, “But what about now? You know your dad better than us. How will he handle no longer being a cop? Perhaps even being confined to a wheelchair?”

“He’s gonna do just fine,” John answered. “Dad always said the ability to adapt is the number one survival skill, and dad’s a survivor.”

“Yeah, but,” Dave added, “he’s gonna need something, or someone, he can find meaning in. Dad’s always been about purpose and passion, having a mission, a vision. If he fails to find a new purpose, he will wilt on the vine like a dying flower.”

“I think Dave’s right,” Tommy agreed.

“Or maybe a rotting tomato,” John interjected. “Dad’s too rough around the edges to ever be compared to a flower,” That statement caught everyone by surprise and laughter broke lose in the room again. They all knew how true it was, and the brothers began relating stories. “Remember when…” each brother would begin. “Or what about the time he caught you, Tommy, skipping school?”

“Oh man,” Tommy moaned. “That was bad.”

The noise level once again raised the roof when a low but deep voice was heard, “Hey… what’s all the noise about? Hold it down everybody. I got work in a few hours.”

“Frank?!”

Dad?!”

Everyone was on there feet in an instant! The button was pushed calling for a nurse or doctor to come quickly! “Dad, can you hear us?” John yelled in his excitement.

“Yes.” Came the answer, though he did not open his eyes. “Why do you think I’m saying hold the noise down?”

Cheering erupted in the room even as a male nurse burst in. Frank couldn’t make sense out of what was going on. He just knew he was very tired. Must have been in a very deep sleep and the fog still hanging on. His alarm had not gone off yet, so he still had time, but why was everyone in his room? It just didn’t make sense and he was too tired to worry about it. He just wanted more sleep, but now someone was roughing him up! What’s going on?

“Wake up, Frank!” the male voice was insisting. “Your family is here to see you. You can’t let them down.”

None of it was making any sense. “Who is this guy? Am I being attacked?” Against his will, Frank forced open his heavy eyelids and tried to focus. Everything was a blur. He saw Tommy first. “Tommy?” Then he saw Rachel and Clara. “What are they doing in my room? And who is this ugly guy?”

It took a couple minutes, but he finally realized he was in a hospital room, and then the killer in the park and the fall all rushed back into his mind. It was actually painful as it hit him with such force. He laid his head back, raised his hand for everyone to quiet, and said, “Okay everyone…I remember now. Must be pretty bad if you’re all here. Especially you, Tommy. I guess I’m going to need some bringing up to date. How many days have I been out?”

“Eight,” Rachel answered, as she stepped forward to hold his hand.

“Wow…I never been out that long before. And I had the strangest dream. Something about a sloth.

Everyone in the room were smiling. They were just so happy dad was back. Then he speaks of dreaming about a sloth? Once again emotions overflowed in laughter, tears, and hugs.

“Welcome back, Officer Frank,” the nurse said. “You’re still in the land of the living.”

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