Why did I quit the Church? In a few words, because of what I now know. Like most other people, I got into it, the church, I got in based on what I believed. You know, “for faith cometh by hearing and… you know the rest.) Until I didn't believe it anymore. It didn't happen overnight though, I was there very involved active and engaged. And then, based on what I was seeing, hearing and reading, not particular to this church but generally speaking. The doubt factors had started to set in. And then a healthy dose of doubt was to become an outright rejection of what is now becoming outright nonsense to me. But the catalyst came about when I wrote a book, (well, another book, since I have written several others.) but this is “the book,” as it is now known. I wrote a book while I was yet a member there among you, (them,) a group of people who does absolutely nothing other than nothing. As I was to observe and tried at discussing the issue with them in an effort at getting them to change some things for years, but without success. So, someone (a brother,) wrote a book and the church found it fitting to suspend that brother, a very active, and by all other accounts and indications, an upstanding brother among them, they who never have anything to tell anyone, especially the young ones among them, all they ever have to tell them is “no,” and wait. Wait upon the Lord they say, while the young ones sit there and become old and, rot, and waste, and die. And then one rose up and started telling them to do something with their lives, and then went out and did something himself, if only to show that it can be done. And the leadership’s positions on this was to suspend and ridicule the bro, put him to sit down in a corner, stopping him from giving his free services to them for a time and a season until they say it's okay to return to more of his giving of free services to them, perhaps. Now, what kind of people does things like that? And for what? For a word, written in a book? A fictional storybook? Well, to be fair to them, it was that word. Yes, the f-word. But. And here is where the big (but,) comes in. That word is actually a real word and it was used in proper context in my work too. I think. But let's say it wasn't. Or that I might have overdone it a bit we will give you that much, after all, we already know where you and your institution stand on some established norms of moral purity and such. But then, you who likes so much to beat up on Moses for slapping Jesus, yes him, (the rock,) when he should only have spoken to it, (or him if you prefer.) How is it that you have gone and done in like manner, or worse? There was nothing there that could not be fixed if the motivating factors were to guide and steer a brother on the right track. But it would appear as if the emphasis was more focused on painting a picture. A facade. As a matter of fact, if you should go purchase a copy of the said book now, those words which would have offended you, are not there anymore, at least not in the same format, and the message has not changed any. But the damage has already been done. As you (they, them,) they are now seeing the fallout caused by what was done. By what you did, or did not do.
The book of Luke But. What if you were set up? What if you were thrown a baited hook and you promptly swallowed it? Hmm. The Bible did say, and ascribed these sayings to the Lord. I would rather you be hot or cold than be lukewarm. Or something to that effect. Now here is how someone from among you said that I should have said it in the book. Given the same context. “Are you still having sexual intercourse with Mira?” Well, now you all know what the issue which they had with the book was. Here then, is the context. The book is called: How to train a wild puppy dog named, Manley. Born out of a situation where, I had heard it said one time too many that, “all men are dogs.” So there, now you know. Manley is a real dirty dogish type of man. Who was out active, and very busily doing what Manley types of men do. Doing women. And undoing their equilibrium. Mrs. Kentise felt as if she was being done in. Again, by Mister man. The Manley man. Hence, her late-night, early-morning wakeup call home to Manley. She wasn't going to be saying no: “are you still having sexual intercourse with Mira,” nothing. No one says things like that in such situations. And if God was to be at the other end of the line, or somewhere nearby and eavesdropping on the conversation. And hearing you saying something like that, she would have been likely to puke, She would have been likely to spew you out. The book of Luke seems to be the only one left in some churches today and it too is in the pews busily warming benches, hence spewing out somebody new every day, but what the hell do I know, hey, that's a word too, one which you are very familiar with and use a lot, yeah, I knew you were going to use it there too. But. What would Saul be likely to say in today's common language and vernacular terms? Say it with me, come on, say it, it's not going to kill you, your tongue isn't going to fall out. Say it. “You wayward son of a bitch.” There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, shout hallelujah because-woman, thou art loose. But really now. Aren’t these the things which real people do and say? Yes –people, real people, and if there is a God, I have a feeling that these are the types of people who will make her heart dance, and who she will want to call friends and fight for and defend. Ask 1st Sam. 20, and about v. 30. You’ll see, perhaps. Yeah man. Dun talk. I mean, over to you.
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