Tradition can go on for decades because of knowledge and organization, but that doesn’t mean love and Holy Spirit lead it. One of my favorite quotes is, “I have respect for tradition, but I’m passionate for truth”. Anyone can create their own truth and commit to living it out, but few ask Daddy what He says about it. Nobody walks in freedom if they still believe lies, even if it appears to be working. Breaking free from religion will require belief in deliverance of it so you can form fervency and fight for your own liberty. If we each have our own set of fingerprints than it goes without saying that freedom from performance and tradition will still be uniquely experienced.
Same can be said about personalities, despite which type any of us have, condemnation and the power of negative suggestion will affect each and every one of us. Despite what personality my mate or I have, how many distractions, number of lies, emotional reservations, traumas or unbelief, God is still faithful to complete the work He started in our lives. “And then, after getting them established, He stayed with them to the end, gloriously completing what He had begun.” (Rom.8:30) Take all the stories you have and stand on them for proof that only He completed them. The same testimonies of what worked for you are possible again, but they aren’t always meant to manifest the same way through others.
Writing a manual or formula for life is what other religions are known for. Some make a testimony or personality the premise for their teachings, but that greatly foreshadows failure because of the grave differences in people and their need to seek answers for themselves. I constantly ask Daddy, “What if I didn’t passionately pursue you? What if I remained comfortable in going to church and doing my own thing? What if I just sprinkled a little Jesus on parts of my life but reserved a little doubt because it feels familiar? If I relied on my personality type to carry me through hard times, what happens to the people who don’t, do You look over them with frustration like I do? How can so much of my Christian walk be dumbed down to what I put into it?” Yet I always come back to knowing Him and being known personally by Him. It doesn’t work to compare myself with anyone or place expectations on them either, that would mean that Daddy upholds the world view of only helping those who help themselves. That’s crap. That would make him just like the rest of us, belly button gazing and writing a script about it.
All methodology is defined by this type of interrogation in hopes to motivate relationship, yet it is without love and acceptance. This is religion and anyone who says they aren’t religious but requires you to reward good behavior, automatically judges bad with a need for condemnation. Religion has judged every relationship since Adam and Eve from this premise, and it is my belief that just enough suggestion of doubt creates an avalanche of fear that humans respond to by placing ministry constraints. Instead of allowing people to think for themselves, it becomes easier to establish by-laws, memberships and persuading prayer teams who can become the litmus test of righteousness.
My past mate and I were desperate for instruction on how to do life according to Daddy’s truth but we had to find it through His council alone. Our well-meaning ministry friends were the first we had to forgive, then each other, and finally church as a whole. We recognized that the process of any individual‘s walk, was only the responsibility of him and God. We put our blinders on and cut out the opinions of others until we felt strong enough in Christ to filter people back in. This doesn’t sound normal to most believers, and it may not be, but fearing God is far more important than religious opinion. I won’t look to any partner for fulfillment anymore because only Daddy can do that. I’ve made it a challenge to journal my complaints to Daddy and envision leaving them at Jesus’ feet. As much as I want to persuade someone to respond as I think he should, I resist, write, pray, and then I wait. My process looks different and I trust a man seeking God’s heart will look foolish based on how the church describes what he should look like, I’m over it. It doesn’t work and I’m no longer afraid of condemnation. I can’t question anyone’s success rate when comparing them to another. We serve a much too personal God for that.
The truth be told, we each question our place in this world and if we matter. It all boils down to love and acceptance; if we don’t feel it we naturally pull back. It was most upsetting in my life to realize that Christians who I supported and sat under, did not value the honor I was giving them. There is a lot to be said for the lesson I learned in these moments of dedication to man instead of Daddy, because I don’t think I would make the mistake again. Basically, I learned what not to do by falling into the need of human relationship, and letting it distract me from the most spiritual one.
It cut deep to accept that even those I shared common beliefs with, still didn’t want me to partake in their ministry unless I proved myself worthy. After all of my questions for the Lord came back to me, I clearly heard Him say that He understood my unique struggle because Jesus walked the path before I did. In order for me to accept the personality differences of others, I had to acknowledge that I don’t have all of the details of another person’s life and struggle. My job is to keep bringing my reactions toward others, to Him instead, so that He can teach me grace through wisdom.
At the end of the day, I know that my heart has always been chasing after Daddy’s will so I can be used to extend Heaven to Earth in my own little way. When I shifted my definition of my past partner from being the lackadaisical Christian that our friends deemed him to be, and sought to see him through God’s eyes, I grew in the acceptance of both of us. Daddy reminded me often of the uphill battles I had with trust and how it tainted the good relationships in my life with skepticism based off of negative suggestion. After I broke an agreement with unbelief and cautious judgment I was able to see my mate and the couple we lost friendship with, as Daddy’s kids processing through their own experiences. My faith became deeply rooted in my ability to empathize with those who judge and rebuke their judgements at the same time. God is God and I’m not, so it’s best to let the heavy stuff be lifted up to Him. I am discerning but even I cannot know the twists and turns of events that need to occur for anyone to look upward.
The presumption from others has hurt me greatly, yet it taught me the dangers of such pride and it caused me to pause when I detected anyone fighting to maintain their ministry or position. It really stopped me in my tracks when I found people promoting their program instead of Daddy’s presence. To me, faith became the journey of accepting we all need transformation through knowing the Father, not just going through the acceptable motions. The fear over not being accepted had my permission to leave.
There is no formula SPIRITUALLY CONNECTING