CHURCH CAN’T SAVE YOU!!
I have struggled all my life with the church. Not because of my unbelief, but because of GOD’s revelation to me. The deeper my understanding, the less I’ve been prone to attend church on a regular basis. Some of my most freeing moments have been in the confines of the church. I believe GOD. To think that GOD is limited to four walls has never made sense to me. I set no limitations on the GOD I serve. HE is bigger than my problems, or circumstances. To limit HIM to a building or even a denomination is to limit what GOD can do. My salvation isn’t tied to any human being. Some of you are convinced that all of us are going to hell; except for those that attend your respective churches, and participate in your religious practices (i.e. denomination).
Some of you pick up GOD on Sunday and couldn’t tell me anything about HIM Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, etc… You don’t pray on your own. And reading the Word is not a regular practice. I talk to people you wouldn’t entertain. The old church I attended had a motto on the door: FOR THOSE WHO HURT. If you have a relationship with the FATHER and HE has charged you to help others; why wouldn’t you reach outside of your church? For me, the purpose of church is to refuel, to fellowship. I’m always invigorated by a good service. When the anointing falls I can’t help but feel privileged to be in HIS presence. Sometimes it’s in the quietness that I feel HIM. I don’t need the shouting and dancing as evidence that I’m in HIS presence. Not saying I haven’t danced in the Spirit, but when in GOD’s presence it has left me prostrate before HIM. There was no singing, no dancing, no speaking in tongues, no shouting, but the awesome Spirit of GOD that rendered me speechless.
As a little girl I suffered the biggest hurt in church. My parents divorced. My Father was the Pastor. He left that church and moved to another state. After being completely devastated by her divorce; it took my Mother some time to return to church. She had been Minister of Music and was struggling with her own spirituality; let alone mine. The first Sunday we returned to the church I remember Ms. Stevens (she looked like a witch to me) coming behind our pew telling my Mother she was going to hell because she made my Father leave. I was six years old! I remember it like yesterday. Since that horrible experience I can name numerous times that so called ministers and people of the church have gone out of their way to hurt me and my family. Remember church is supposed to be FOR THOSE WHO HURT. Not a place where we easily hurt those we supposedly love.
If you are blessed to be under a great ministry or under the protection of a church, consider it a blessing. But realize that part of your mission is to save other souls. GOD didn’t save you just for you to sit on your behind. It doesn’t work that way. Some of you are teachers, preachers, disciples, prayer warriors, intercessors, deacons, trustees, but none of you were spared just to warm the pew. I said before and I’ll say it again, “Church can’t save you!”