Prophecy bugs me. You’re probably aware of this if you’ve followed my blog for long at all. I’ve written about it before here, here and also here. But in all these posts, I think I’ve skirted the issue because I didn’t want to offend Christian friends, or appear laughable at my non-Christian ones. The dirty truth is, as prophecy is conceived of by the contemporary Church, I think it produces gross misdirection to Christians at best, and harmful or even fatal guidance at worst.
I used to sit in “heresy row” in chapel, with a few of the doubting brethren and sistern. It became something of a joke to guess how much of any prophecy would be based on the following words: “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” (2 Chronicles 7:14) Continue reading Prophet vs. Sage, in an Epic Rap Battle→
WARNING: Plenty of God talk to follow. If that sort of thing makes you choke like a rock drummer on his own vomit, then by all means please skip this blog.
Prophecy is a heavy burden to bear. I don’t mean saying words: saying words is far too easy. I mean when a “prophet” speaks words over a person. Allow me to give three examples; each a true story. I won’t give the real names of the people involved. Continue reading Prophecy and Pain→
Who am I? I mean, I know who I am, but what is my place in this world? Maybe I’ve been listening to “Turn! Turn! Turn!” too much. It’s ironic I’d choose the title for this post when the weather today drizzly and gray outside; dismal and gray inside.
When I ask who am I? I don’t mean my place in society. I mean my place in the Church. Becuase I’m a Christian, folks, believe it or not. The teachings of the Christ are, for me, a true reflection of how a person should live. It makes me a big hairy Christian in the truest sense of the term. The armpit in the Body of Christ. Continue reading My Place Under the Sun→