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I am also losing my religion

July 21, 2017

I was religious for a long time. Religion also housed me for a time. But religion for me filled a gap. Religion is good and bad. But is not everything good or bad? I worked in religion for many years and in this I think God called me. God called you in to religion? Yes I believe so. I went to Bible College got a diploma in ministry and worked as a church officer for a denominational church. I don’t know if God called me to Bible College but I think God called me to a particular church to work. 

A prophet can work in religion if God calls it. I worked in a central city church where my calling of prophet was useful. I lived in the central area of a large city and my gifts can be used in such a setting. I think my time working at this church was valuable and successful. I achieved much not just for me but for the wide community. This was a traditional church setting. 
You put a precious stone in a setting. The previous stone is the gift I have from God. Yes I have a gift. I like to think I have understanding. Not what the world calls understanding. My understanding is simple. God put me in a traditional church setting for a time. I had my bad times there but overall the time there was good. My times in religion were more happier in a traditional setting than in a fundamentalist setting. 
The Pentecostals (fundamentalists) can be so pushy even to bullying. The Pentecostals stem from the North American way; money, power and status. I like the USA, do not get me wrong, I like to even have lots of money; but to use religion to get rich does not gel with me. The Pentecostal evangelists croon the shirt off your back. It’s about giving, you give and the evangelists take. You make the evangelists rich. These evangelists use television to get to the people; they motivate the people, they sell Jesus, they promise redemption, they promise healing, give and get healed, give and get saved. I am too old now and too wise now to fall for the sales pitch of these Pentecostal (fundamentalist) evangelists. I am not one to believe every salesman (person) that gives me a sales pitch. I have little time for motivational speakers. 
Religion is dying in me but my soul is saved. Jesus Christ saved my soul. Religion did not save my soul, though religion helped me. Religion can not take away my soul salvation. Religion is just a setting for the gems. You usually have to have a setting for a precious stone. But my setting is simple. Religion can be complex and man made. A complex setting is no good. It’s the stone in the setting that is precious not the setting. 
Religion dies out but Jesus lives on. I don’t take religion with me to heaven. Gods Words live on.
Yours Sincerely; Lester John Murray.
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THE ROCK CONCERT. Today’s generation church

August 30, 2015

I was greeted at the door by two greeters. Both smiled and gave me a service sheet. Soft music was playing in the back ground. I found a seat at the back and sat down. I wanted to look inconspicuous. I kept my eyes looking down for a while at the service sheet not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. I did not want to make waves and I certainly did not want anyone coming on to me with their religion. I knew enough about religion that remaining incognito is sometimes best. The music started to get louder, it was a type of mood music, one felt lulled in to comfort, it felt like I was being hypnotised. People now all sat in their seats, the service was about to start. 

I allowed my eyes to look around. The people were mostly youngish in their 20’s to 40’s. There were also some families with teenagers. The Pastor now spoke. The Pastor a woman in say her 40’s was dressed to kill, I mean she would not look amiss in a corporate office boardroom. Her make up on her face glistened in the heavy lighting. Yes the lights were strong, we were bathed in light. To her right were a band of three young guys and one girl. There was a drummer, two electric guitar players and the lady singer. The Pastor sat down, the fun began, the band beat out their music. We were at a rock concert come church service. The words were portrayed on a screen, we sang with gusto. Or they sang with gusto I just stood dumb founded by the whole scene. See I have never been one for music and less one for singing. “Jesus Jesus”, his name was sang like one was in a trance. It seemed so sexual the whole thing. I mean it was past romance it was like all on. Jesus was raptured out, we were in the rapture or were were mesmerised in to believing we were now being raptured. Oh yes the singer in the band, she was very pretty. She held the microphone like she was holding her boyfriend; every male in the audience must have felt like she was the one. She had the attention of all. It was like an orgy. The music was very moody. There came the rises and lows in the music. The band stopped playing. The Pastors husband another Pastor spoke, yes this leadership was a family affair. He spoke about giving. It was about giving to God but really it was about giving to him. He wanted money. The ushers went around with open plates. They were not bags but plates so other people can see what you are giving, you were shamed in to giving lots. No coins but big notes the bigger the better. The music started again. I thought – The only thing missing is the dance floor and the smoke and strobe lights. I mean is this better than sex; I see a lot of young people and no doubt most of them are single.

Later on after leaving the church, I reflected and thought – these people want this type of church rock concert, and they are not ashamed to say so. And these rock concerters might say – do you really want me to go to a dull dead traditional church where there are mostly old people. I could see their point but I would point out that wisdom is with the elderly. And what is more important wisdom or passion? The youth want passion but most of their passions are just immature lusts. The elderly have experience, wisdom and maturity. I also think both modern and old church have their faults but both also have their good points but me now at my stage in my life I am finding church in all its establishment forms boring. I might retire. 

Yours Sincerely; Lester John Murray.

This story: Novel genre.

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Maturity

January 14, 2013

Yesterday I had an awkward experience. I was in a Catholic Church and meditating. I like to call meditating ‘reflecting’. Well here I was reflecting. I was way up front of the church. The church was near empty. This church is open all day for prayer and meditation. Mass is midday but it was now afternoon. I sat in my seat, as always very quietly. I had my eyes shut but knew a person was walking near me. I inwardly shunned this person hoping they would not disturb me. But no my quietness in this case was not to be. I opened my eyes, a young man was walking towards me. He got close to me, I looked intently at him, I was not glad of his presence, he started to speak to me, I was eyeing him, he looked afraid, he was about to leave me, I noticed the young man had longish hair something I do not approve on a male. Why? The head of a male should not be covered, the head is to glorify God. As he was to leave, I said to him “Go on, say what you have to say”. I was being a bit facetious with him and I was also thinking “He might just be the real mcCoy he might have a message from God for me”.

But alas what he said has troubled me ever since this encounter. I should have read the signs more properly at the time; when he first looked me in the eyes he was going to leave me but I inadvertently thought there might be a message from the divine for me. The long hair and the afraid to speak at first were obvious signs but not enough for me to know exactly. He looked gung-ho, a young man making out that he was clever. Clever of things of God.

On reflection after this encounter I can only think of the Pentecostal Church denomination. I align him in my thoughts with the said denomination. I in my early Christian days flirted with the Pentecostal religion; it was vexing on a number of occasions but I stayed with it trying to learn but alas my learning did not seem to generate the maturity I was after. I found growing more sustainable within the conservative traditional denominations. I am presently with a traditional congregation and here I have matured. Where I worship I am in a church that is in the holy catholic communion. This makes our church Catholic but not Roman Catholic. Most of the conservative mainline traditional churches are aligned with the holy catholic communion. And of course the Roman Catholic Church belongs to the holy catholic communion. I find the Pentecostals are more heart led than led by the head; the brains come second to them where the heart comes first. They seem to be an immature minded denomination.

Lets go back to my encounter with the young man; so the man spoke, I asked him to speak, he seemed shy now and mumbled some words about let the heart lead and that in this church I will not get my spiritual needs met. He then left. I thought at first he was saying something profound and that it was a special message to help me. But alas what he said has triggered off a lot of my known thoughts from my experience in Pentecostal churches in the past. I never now go in to Pentecostal churches; I try and avoid them. I never really enjoyed all the loud music and hyped up atmosphere. It was like a concert. There at the front was the most attractive girl or girls singing at the front holding a microphone leading the congregation in to a frenzy of feelings of so called joy. To me it was all feelings and these people get addicted to the joy feelings so they look forward to coming back for more and more. The feeling highs last only a short time. The males are staring at these attractive girls who are leading the singing worship and it looks like something out of one of these big entertainment concerts where the girl at front is “dressed to kill”. Slain in the heart. I think of glamour here, a glamour church. The Pastor all kitted out in his suit and tie looks like he is a successful business executive who is trying to sell you something. The feelings in such a church go on the high; the music uses mood music to generate the high. It becomes addictive this high in feelings. But like all feelings they have to come down to base. So is this church conversant to growing in maturity. For me probably not. I over time see feelings as a danger rather than a good. I see being rational as a better rule to live by. I see that maturity means maturity in thought and living by mature thought not by feelings. I do not want my heart to rule; I want my head to rule. Jesus rules from above. Jesus is the head. The Holy Spirit helps but Jesus above rules. The head is above and should rule. Jesus sends the Holy Spirit in to our hearts to help us but it is Jesus above who rules.

So we get these people who are called “Born agains”. These people are the prodigal sons and daughters. They and maybe their ancestors (Maybe going way back) left God. They thought they were clever. They whored and warred. Now I myself was a born again. Yes the born agains come back in to the body of Christ. They think now God favours them; yes it looks that ways at times but the real truth is far from the way it looks. Yes the prodigal son / daughter does come home but we must not forget that there was already a son / daughter at home and these stay at homes did not whore and war. These stay at homes stayed with God. With the return of the prodigals there is sibling rivalry. Rivalry for the Fathers love and blessings. Sometimes the rivalry never stops and sometimes there is animosity here. The prodigals get on a high and never want their high feelings to stop. The prodigals never seem to settle down and live quiet lives; they are so happy to be home and want the Father to keep on giving them things.

The young man that came up to me in church did not bring a message of solidarity. His message was divisive. He said to me to “let my heart lead”; this to me was obviously wrong. Feelings and immaturity seem to go together. We do not let our feelings lead us. A mature person uses reason. The head rules with reason. The heart seems to be the seat of feelings (Emotions) and the head has the seat of reason. Reason is to learn and mature. Reason has ‘Who, what, where, when, why and how’. We must question and sift. Sifting is called discerning. Discerning is to be wise. Wisdom leads to maturity.

Yours Sincerely; Lester John Murray.

14th January 2013.

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