The Church I would
belong shouldn´t be in the city.
I rather like it
empty, than piled with benches or people.
The church I will
attend to is not that I would visit once on the weekend, but several times,
during my life time (but I don´t see it).
The place where I
live have too little options.
I left some
material conveniences just to avoid the pushing of many events, and the
frustrating deception I got while living as a cityman.
Deep in me, I was a
hermit; but I became real when I moved to the contryside and could avoid
religious opinions, many denominations, I don´t cope with.
In my childhood I
was me, a very homie boy, who wished to have his hut on the woods. Grown up, I
paid the price, but few churches have been like that I dream of
Did I told I was a
street preacher?
My concern was not
on attendance, but on spreading the word.
Those days I served
and gave the best of me and God paid me back with food, clothing and shoes (but
I failed, I went wrong).
I still don´t know
why I stopped (something, deep in me, is
crashed: And I don´t know!).
Will you tell me God?
This sadness, this
dissatisfaction... I smell it, almost.
I know part of
this, but still: I don´t know!
One thing I´m sure:
It shouln´t be with the people I ran from.
It´s not with
religiuos legalism, without denominations, and I was baptized by a James Dye,
from the Christian Churches (?) when the Team Expansion was working in
Venezuela, one July 7th.
In Colombia, two
years ago, I shared
with several tendencies and, there, catholics prayed together with protestants
(but I know this won´t work too long: Different yokes).
Today, oddly, I visit some friends who belong
to a movement that they identified with an international ministry related to
certain kind of “apostleship” (of course, I don´t believe in Neo-Apostleships
same way I disbelieved the Doctrine of Prosperity) Apparently, the came
from a branch of the Assemblies of God...
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