I’ve got something on my mind that I can’t shake… no matter how I put it. I don’t mean to be redundant in my journaling, I just can’t stop thinking about how real Jesus has become to me and my closest friends since I left organized religion.
I have been reading Wayne’s blog a lot. I think he is getting a similar reaction as I have – defiantly more so. I will state this again: The current massive organized church system is hindering believers more than helping them. I do believe that the organized churches are doing some good; however, it is the inability of the members to struggle with their own faith and seek Jesus alone is what concerns me. They have become lazy. Again, they are not seeking this on their own but relying on the experiences of the pastor to see a blurred vision of Jesus. If I went to a beautiful tropical island and took pictures and told stories, how could you possible see what I saw? True, the pictures might help, but the whole experience, using all of your senses, is what’s missing. I call that blurry.
I think Wayne put it perfectly: “… people can assemble in the same geographical setting without assembling in their hearts and live in the reality of Christ’s church in the world. Thus they sit in a meeting but do not openly give their hearts to others. In that case the meeting is a substitute for them, not an expression of the church. If they go home to chase pornography on the Internet or berate their spouse in anger, what good has it done for them to attend a meeting? They are no more a part of the church’s life for having done it.”
I am not advocating that one never attend a large church. Not at all, I am saying that you need to seek the Father first and tell others of His love. You won’t be able to stay away from those that know Him.
Exposing Myself on a Regular Basis
“All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: I talk of love -a scholar's parrot may talk Greek- But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin." - C S Lewis