Why am I hurting, my Father? I am hurting from head to toe. Even the ceiling of my mouth hurts. My head, O my head? It hurts! Why am I so stuck up on myself? Why can I not accept and go along with people? Why I only see the evil of our doings?
I am so fed up with the ways of mankind including my own ways. But You know all those whys! And You still let me suffer. What gives, my Father? What gives?
I would like to be silent. I would like to still my mind. But, how can I? I am thinking about the talk of yesterday. A teaching on how to hear God’s voice.
How can the leaders not see the negative effect their teachings have on the people?
No matter how they word their presentations, the attention of the people under them is set on them not on God. Behold! The prophesied Great Fallen Away!
Back and forth, to and fro the people go. That coveted pot of spiritual gold at the end of the rainbow of our lofty imaginings about a deity beyond the human conception.
Deliver me my Father from any notion I could have of setting myself up as a teacher! Perhaps, O my Father, perhaps the reminder of the many years I sat, mesmerized by such teachings & teachers.
- The many years I spent in awe of my teachers not for one instant realizing I was placing them not You in the altar of my heart.
This is not so with this new breed of writers making money and making no bones about it. Doing a good deed by enabling people to get off the poverty line.
That is nothing like using the Good News or the Gospel of our Messiah to prop ourselves up.