I remember from my first awareness of what was happening around me, that I was a part of something special. We weren’t like other churches. We were the REAL church. The one with the LIVING Word. All other churches were “of the world” and “dead” and I can’t even remember all the words used to describe things that would “fall away” as the Kingdom was “brought forth.”
We were all “called” for a different purpose. Some of us were “Scouts.” Those would be the ones that “prepared the way” for God’s People in the Earth. Some of us, were “Settlers,” the ones who would “hold the Kingdom” once it was conquered. I, well, I was something special. I was a “Warrior Spirit.” It was up to us, we Warriors, to follow behind the Scouts and do the spiritual “battle” that would clear the realm. It was us that would do all that conquering in the first place. Without us, the Settlers would have nothing to settle and all that Scouting would go to waste.
I was even more special than that though. I was THIRD GENERATION! I cut my teeth on the knowledge that my peers and I were the ones God’s Chosen People had been waiting for. Everything that had come before was in preparation for us. The Kingdom would actually come into the earth during our time and because of us. All that demon slaying, all that incessant intercession, all that prophecy was for us. So that we could freely “move” in God’s Living Words and “claim” his Kingdom throughout the land. Heady stuff, that. We got to damn things to hell and know it was really happening. We slayed demons left and right. We loosed spirits of “discernment”, "brought forth revelations" and helped our prophet, John Robert Stevens “break through” to the “next levels.” We stood in Triad in the middle of service and proclaimed the end times into existence knowing that our “fruits” would be the ones that ended Babylon once and for all. We were the chosen of the chosen, the Sons and Daughters of Israel, and WE would inherit the earth. We leaned into the Spirit. Oh, yes, we leaned in. (And people wonder where the arrogance came from?!?)
Of course it wasn’t all fire and fury and giddy glory. There was work to be done to bring it all about too. There were potatoes to peel in the kitchen, fields to tend, meals to serve and clean up from. We needed dorms to house The People. We needed tunnels underground and places to store arms and provisions. Because the “End Times” were imminent, we needed to grow, can, preserve, save, stock up and become totally self-reliant so that when "The Call" came we would be ready for “The Final Battle.” It was coming and we loosed it with all our hearts!
We worked in the Kingdom businesses making candles and “golden threads” clothing, and paint rollers and more. Child labor was cheap, but those businesses were going to become the biggest in the world as Babylon continued to “pass away” and we rose to replace them. We were the literal, physical body of Christ, doing his work in the earth and we were proud to do it.
It took a lot of time though, and “distractions” were many. With two or three services per week, work to keep up the compound, I mean commune, I mean community center and camp, preparation for the End Times, and, of course, Kingdom School, we needed to stay “focused.” Anything that interfered with that was "satanic."
The first sign of trouble for me came when an innocent birthday present from a relative (of The World, not The Body) was deemed to have a "bad spirit on it." After much prayer, "confirmation" came down. It was "not from God." In fact, my new record was "satanic" and had to be "cast out" as a distraction from "God's Will Over My Life." It was The Eagles, Hotel California album. It was burned in our back yard before I'd had it a week.
We were all “called” for a different purpose. Some of us were “Scouts.” Those would be the ones that “prepared the way” for God’s People in the Earth. Some of us, were “Settlers,” the ones who would “hold the Kingdom” once it was conquered. I, well, I was something special. I was a “Warrior Spirit.” It was up to us, we Warriors, to follow behind the Scouts and do the spiritual “battle” that would clear the realm. It was us that would do all that conquering in the first place. Without us, the Settlers would have nothing to settle and all that Scouting would go to waste.
I was even more special than that though. I was THIRD GENERATION! I cut my teeth on the knowledge that my peers and I were the ones God’s Chosen People had been waiting for. Everything that had come before was in preparation for us. The Kingdom would actually come into the earth during our time and because of us. All that demon slaying, all that incessant intercession, all that prophecy was for us. So that we could freely “move” in God’s Living Words and “claim” his Kingdom throughout the land. Heady stuff, that. We got to damn things to hell and know it was really happening. We slayed demons left and right. We loosed spirits of “discernment”, "brought forth revelations" and helped our prophet, John Robert Stevens “break through” to the “next levels.” We stood in Triad in the middle of service and proclaimed the end times into existence knowing that our “fruits” would be the ones that ended Babylon once and for all. We were the chosen of the chosen, the Sons and Daughters of Israel, and WE would inherit the earth. We leaned into the Spirit. Oh, yes, we leaned in. (And people wonder where the arrogance came from?!?)
Of course it wasn’t all fire and fury and giddy glory. There was work to be done to bring it all about too. There were potatoes to peel in the kitchen, fields to tend, meals to serve and clean up from. We needed dorms to house The People. We needed tunnels underground and places to store arms and provisions. Because the “End Times” were imminent, we needed to grow, can, preserve, save, stock up and become totally self-reliant so that when "The Call" came we would be ready for “The Final Battle.” It was coming and we loosed it with all our hearts!
We worked in the Kingdom businesses making candles and “golden threads” clothing, and paint rollers and more. Child labor was cheap, but those businesses were going to become the biggest in the world as Babylon continued to “pass away” and we rose to replace them. We were the literal, physical body of Christ, doing his work in the earth and we were proud to do it.
It took a lot of time though, and “distractions” were many. With two or three services per week, work to keep up the compound, I mean commune, I mean community center and camp, preparation for the End Times, and, of course, Kingdom School, we needed to stay “focused.” Anything that interfered with that was "satanic."
The first sign of trouble for me came when an innocent birthday present from a relative (of The World, not The Body) was deemed to have a "bad spirit on it." After much prayer, "confirmation" came down. It was "not from God." In fact, my new record was "satanic" and had to be "cast out" as a distraction from "God's Will Over My Life." It was The Eagles, Hotel California album. It was burned in our back yard before I'd had it a week.