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The Root of Christianity

Going back to my Christians root again!

Being in Orlando taught me one thing, which was when he had sent me to my room to meditated on this one principle. This one phase brought me back to my Christians roots “In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” (Proverbs 3:6) It will be the paths of righteousness (of faith and love {1 Thessalonian 5:8}, which brings down to the Lord my Shepherd) that will make me to know him and his way’s.

Knowing this fact and understanding that no man could help me come to that knowledge, and no matter how many books I could of read or ever write nor go to any bible studies of a thousand men could have taught or shown me that truth. My empty headed scarecrow day’is are slowly winding down and the house of straw that I built, and the left-over straw that I stuffed in my empty head will be burnt with this match.

I don’t call you servants anymore, because a servant doesn’t know what his master is doing. But I’ve called you friends because I’ve made known to you everything that I’ve heard from my Father. (John 15:15 GWV) I am no longer moved by the past failures of my past foolish behavior, and I am no longer moved by those echoes of faded dreams of thing that could have been, should have been, or would have been!

There will be no phantom calling me back to become a human doing, because it does nothing but turn into a big pile of manure. I am no longer looking for a another battle hard Dorothy to think for me nor watch her click her heel together only to vanish out of my life and taking everything that didn’t belong to me anyway.This is my testimony that has captured my heart, now and evermore. It is this anthem that sing in my heart from now until the day my master, friend and King has spoken, no!

Now sings in my full heart, mind, and spirit that is “…I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. (Philippines 3:13-14) It is this wine press the now will empty me out into the man I will be for the next seventy-four years of my life, which will pressing in the next month and I half that I must seek after and to this end I must seek to get the release of the very name of my pain, the scarecrow, the straw house, and the very straw that broke my back to work for in vain.

I can conclude that nothing can nor will take me away from him, not even close friend’s will keep me from the love of God you gave me the very breath I breathe. I long more and more to learn my Master’s way’s. Because it is those way’s I can truly confess I don’t know, and that is if I knew anything about him. It is this fact that I am ever learning him that I am nothing, and I know nothing but Christ and him crucified! This will always be my hope and glory. Because it is this work, the truth of all my labor, and all my work has come to one end. The name of this work, of doing. The name of this substance which made me into a human doing instead of a human-being is nothing more than, dung.