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"My Experience at the Call"
In Nashville, I feel I grew in God. Good call on getting us to go. That was "The Call". We had a really good time, as it were. The folks in the stadium were very numerous and many of them had the holy Ghost. Well, it was sad, as you can imagine, but I got a chance to put out tracts all around. I'd have to say that most of the people were sincere.
When we were in the big stadium, it had the feeling that the people were slowly getting somewhere. It was like wading through a murky, chest-high swamp toward a drier area with clean water. Some good things were said, some bad things were said. More bad things than good things, but the good things were slowly taking the people forward. At one point, I wanted to get in the center of the whole stadium, in front of the stage. John David and Rebekah were already there (we had to sneak past the guards, it was kind of interesting). When I got down there, two girls started telling their testimonies, and Mr. Engle was praying with these desperate people (it was about 2pm I guess, by this time). Like I say, it would be good, then blah, then good, all day. But then, while Mr. Engle was speaking, they passed out to the thousands of people individual little plastic sealed containers, which had a little wafer and some grape juice in them. The people's determination didn't change, but after that, I was ready to go. I didn't say anything because no one else was ready to go, and I didn't know if I should have felt that way then. But as you said, if God would have done anything for them after the communion ceremony, where would the glory have gone?
I didn't think that at the time, but I felt it relatively strongly. We left about an hour or more after the communion ceremony, and I found out later the whole rest of the day degenerated into a really sad attempt to force God to visit them. Very, very sad. They were so determined that God had to visit them if they cried loud enough - just one more time, just a little louder this time. When we came back late that night, Rebekah went into the stadium. She texted me after about five minutes of being inside, "It is so weird in here... These people are so tired and probably disappointed I feel so sorry for them." It just disintegrated.
Their only real hope are places where the truth is already preached. Then, from those places, God can send people to them. They can start their own groups, outside the Whore. I believe it was one of the prophetic things Granddaddy is sometimes remembered for saying when he called the group "The Pioneer Tract Society". After the communion ceremony, I was sitting near the exit. I had nothing to do, and I had "Ye Must Be Born Again" with me. So, I read it. The understanding! O Jesus! Where your father had to go in God to receive that message! What a great, great thing! Tongues, born again, the kingdom of God, the holy Ghost. What understanding! How much we have! It still is difficult to grasp, where he had to be to receive such a holy message! And to know it was the truth. The wisdom!
That really just blows me away. And how I love that understanding. It means more to me than anything else. To be honest, it means more to me to keep it than any person does, and that's why people mean so much to me. What understanding! I am reminded of Solomon's words to his son, or David to Solomon: "Get wisdom, get understanding: forget it not; neither decline from the words of my mouth. Forsake her not, and she shall preserve you: love her, and she shall keep you. Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all your getting get understanding." Wow. The Sacrifice of Christ - what a word from God! Baptism - God's people need it. True Communion - can only be had in these messages! Wow. What holiness is here at "Pastor John's House"! It's really Jesus' house. And what a holy head of the house he is. How he teaches his children wisdom! How happy they are, and considerate of others. What holiness!
I thank God for having mercy on me. God knows I deserve no better than the ones who have gone astray. Boy, I feel good. This is a holy, holy work of God here, and anyone who would disgrace it in any way does not deserve to live. That's why I say that God knows I deserve no better than others who have left, and who are here especially. What a holy, holy thing! I really appreciate Uncle Gary, Uncle Tom, and many others who are in their place in God perfectly. That's living, and I hope to continue in this very soberingly happy place so that I can find my own place in the body. If we live in our place in the body, we'll get drafted into the Bride, for the end season. I want to be a first pick, and I hope that for everyone. I know that everyone can be first picks because Jesus is picking first, and his turn won't end till he's finished picking. Ha ha, and he only picks team players. Wow, that analogy just went on and on.
"Psalm 37:4 Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart."
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