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Journal—An ongoing dialog between thiaBasilia and Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …
Friday, November 3, 2017 at 9:26 am.
Memories. O my Father! How awesome You are. And how real and practical. Nothing at all as I learned in the past.
Inspired and well-meaning pastors, teachers, leaders of exemplary lives, humble, committed to Your service, yet! Unable to empower me to abandon all and follow Yahushua.
Worse yet, unable to resolve the insurmountable heap of emotional disturbance within my being. Countless meetings. Countless inspired sermons. Countless consecrations. Countless attempts to apply such wonderful inspired words. Countless confessions of faith. Healing ministry. Deliverance ministry. Money. Faithful to my pastors. Tithes. All to no avail. I remained ambling the isles of so many halls asking for guidance.
Was it the fault of my pastors and teachers? No, it was not. The truth? We have been programmed to believe certain ways and principles even before our birth. What on earth is wrong with that?
O but how subtle this program in our minds stagnate us spiritually. What am talking about? I am talking about the myriad of teachers going forth with their teachings nowadays.
Yes, those are what they are, inspired talks. What do we do? How we take these talks? In fact, what do we do with the words written in the Scriptures, or Bible?
We knock ourselves out to perform in our lives in accord with those words. Before we know it? Week after week we sit at the foot of such inspired teacher.
Week after week, month after month, year after year we become hypnotized by this one individual. We live and breathe by the same line this one breathes.
Next? Comes the proselyting. We wish all people to hear this inspired one. Before you know it? Thousands are flocking to get a piece of the action.