I used to have a pattern in the past. When I sinned or grieved God, I would go for long stretches without praying or talking to Him. I felt I was taking Him for granted by apologizing immediately – the way some humans did.
I had to take time to show how sorry I was before I could ask for forgiveness. It was as if I was doing penance.
At one time in my life, when I was much younger, I believed that every man indulged in pornography to some extent. I also believed that it was normal for men to cheat. It was just in their make-up.
Mind you, I was a Bible-believing, water-baptised, tongue-talking, demon-chasing Christian – but I had bought into a demonic cultural and societal narrative that had been carefully orchestrated by Satan himself…
A preacher once shared about how his son (now grown) used to be terrified of the revving of a car engine when he was young. Anytime he heard the sound, he would run away in terror and hide.
One day, his father carried him up in his arms, and took him to where the car was being revved. As they got nearer, the boy tried to pull away from his father and climb down in fright, but the dad held on to him. When they got to the revving car, his father held the boy’s hand and put it on the car.
Even though I knew God wanted me to write on it, it has been quite draining and exhausting. At one point, as I was praying and writing the post on How To Become And Stay Sexually Pure (1), I inexplicably burst into tears because I just had a sudden overpowering feeling that someone desperately needed it at that time.
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(4)GUARD YOUR GATES – AND YOUR ENVIRONMENT
A while ago on social media, someone shared a rather lengthy revelation she had. I will give a brief summary:
In it, she saw a woman reading a book, and from the book rose up a form of spiritual dust that went into her eyes and left a film on them. Immediately, she became spiritually blind – and fell in love with the deception she was reading. Another was reading a book, and two snakes came out of the book and entered the reader’s eyes…