Christian

I once was a member of a church where the word Christian was never used. Instead, we called ourselves disciples of Jesus. We looked askance at anyone who referred to themself as being "born again," because we knew in our hearts that they were not genuine disciples, as we were.

When I heard that the kingdom of God had come, and that Jesus Of Nazareth had returned, I eagerly returned to the church, fully expecting everyone to be sealed and raptured into the kingdom. Instead, I saw them performing the same ritualistic routines. The arrogance of thinking that only they knew truth had become a stumbling block.

​I cried that night, because I knew that the hearts were pure, but the leadership wasn’t. Unfortunately, they had been trained to obey their leaders. I call them periodically, hoping that each one would begin to see truth, and a few have. I am grateful to God for giving me the opportunity to be a part of his kingdom, to have eternal life, and to know the love that knows no bounds. The Lord God Almighty reigns. Jesus is King.

Rafael
​United States