The Word Will Come to Pass

A couple of weeks back, I was sitting in my armchair one evening, looking at the bible on the coffee table and then over at my book, Walking by the Spirit, which was sitting on a small table near the door. My life's work is in that book. I'm nearly 61 years old now. I've grown old. What will happen to the word I've given my life to when I die?

While I mulled this over, it occurred to me that Jesus Christ must have had the same thoughts when he was dying on the cross. What did he have to show for his life? He didn't have a ministry going, he didn't have a home church, he hadn't written any books, Peter had denied him, and all his disciples had run away. What must he have thought looking around him as he died? Did it cross his mind perhaps that the word he had given his life to might be lost after his death? That evening, I understood more deeply than ever before the truth that God does not dwell in temples made with hands.

The future of the human race, the future of planet earth, the destiny of eternity isn't dependent on me. I can't do God's job for him. Jesus Christ understood that as well. He knew the future of the human race wasn't in his hands either, that it was in God's hands, that God had it covered. That's why he gave his life when he had absolutely nothing to show for it. God set before Jesus Christ what he had to do and he did it. Jesus Christ fulfilled his calling, the job God had given him to do. He gave his life for you and me. That was his part in God's plan.

I began my search for truth in 1977 while sailing up the Gulf of Aqaba. God was there when I cried out for help, and he saved my life at the very spot where Moses parted the Red Sea. I was just 19 years old. In 1998, God asked me to write a book. I've done that. That was my life's calling. That was my part in all this.

I'm no longer afraid of the future. I'm no longer afraid of growing old. I'm no longer afraid of death. I'm no longer afraid of the word being lost after my death. Jesus Christ wasn't afraid either. He knew God had it covered and he let his life go. He had nothing to show for his life when he let it go. He had nothing. All his disciples had run away. He hadn't even written a book.

I've written a book. It's in the senses realm. It's real, it's tangible, it's here, a manual on how to read the bible and understand it. It isn't a replacement for the bible, it's simply an instruction manual on how to read and understand it. It has taken me 40 years to research and write it and bring it into the senses realm. That book is here. You can hold it in your hands, you can open it and you can read it. The truth is available for the first time in nearly two thousand years.

Am I concerned that this truth will die with me? A couple of weeks back, I was, and it was a very real fear. This is the fear that drives men to build organisations to house the word they have given their lives to. That's what drove John Wesley to construct chapels everywhere he went. He was afraid the word would be lost after his death so he constructed chapels to put that word into. That's the fear that drives men to construct religious ministries and organisations and staff them with leadership. That's the fear that drives men to construct broken cisterns that can hold no water. That's how the spirit of error works. It's all based on fear. Fear is the corner stone of all religion.

Jesus Christ was not afraid when he was hanging on the cross. He knew the future of the human race was in God's hands, not his, and he let his life go. The future of the human race isn't in my hands either. My job, my calling, my part in all this was to research and write a book. I've written three. The future is in God's hands, not mine. I don't care if I don't have a ministry. I don't care if I don't have a religious organisation to put my religion into. The word is going to come to pass, that's it. God did raise the Lord Jesus Christ from the dead. The events recorded in the book of Revelation will come to pass. Jesus Christ will return to earth to gather the saints. I will be raised from the dead should I die before his return. It is all written and it will all come to pass.

After my dinner this evening, while enjoying a cup of coffee in my armchair, watching flames of fire dancing on the logs in the wood burner, God showed me that this chapter will be the final chapter of my life's work, that there is no more for me to write. It has taken me an hour to finally restrain the tears.

My whole life and ministry and calling was to dig out the truth and publish it in a book. It has taken me over 40 years and half a million words to do it. I will not forsake the fountain of living waters. I will not hew out a broken cistern in which to house the word God has taught me. I will not construct a temple made with hands because I'm afraid the word will die with me. I will not commit the evils Jeremiah warned us of thousands of years ago.

Jeremiah 2:13
For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water.

Hey, want to know something I learned this week? All my life I've had this hazy, nebulous idea that God is somewhere out there in the vastness of space, lost among the stars, way out there in the universe in someplace called heaven, somewhere way beyond my comprehension. Well, God showed me this week that this is not the case. That's looking in the wrong direction. God isn't up there in the astronomical, he is down in the microscopical among the atoms, among the protons, neutrons and electrons that all matter is built from. That's where the spiritual world is, not lost out there somewhere in space. That's why God is everywhere. Atoms and molecules are the building blocks of everything. The senses realm is built from the microscopical universe outwards. The senses realm is but an outgrowth from the spiritual world resident down in the atomic universe.

After my death, the world is going to pull my life to pieces and portray me as perhaps the most evil cunt that has ever lived on planet earth. They will dig into my past to find every little piece of dirt they can find to put people off the word I spent my life searching for. Don't look at my life, look at the word in my life. Don't examine me, you won't find anything of any value in me because I'm just as flawed as everyone else. Look at the word, not me. I will be one of the most hated men that has ever lived. I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck about Lucifer, his big mouth, his ego or his crap world. The word says that greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world. If but one person is born again and raised from the dead as a result of my work that will make my entire life worthwhile. This life is but a moment, eternity is forever.

The future isn't in religious organisations or ministries, the future is in home churches that are self governing, self propagating, and self supporting. God let me know this evening that there is now enough truth printed in my books for anyone anywhere on earth to learn how to read the bible, understand it, learn to walk by the spirit and establish a church in their home. We each have a job to do and I've played my part. I have fulfilled my calling, I have run my course with joy. The word will come to pass.


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