All day on Saturday, June 10, 2017, I intend to do what everyone does when they go to the races, bet. I have to do this because no one will hire me, they claim I have too much light and the demons don't like to work around people who have too much light. They also won't make any donations to my ministry, because I'm the new kid on the block who didn't attend a seminary, or a college of theology.
I could start a business, but I would have to rely on them to support its product, and I know they won't, for the same reasons stated above. I could rent a lawnmower and try to cut grass now that it's summer, but they will claim that I am too old to cut grass, and they will give the jobs to the teenagers. I could try to be a chauffeur and drive a car or a van, but I know they will question my sanity and whether I should be trusted to drive. I could beg on the streets, but I am not a beggar. My personality simply would not allow me to beg for anything, not even for a job, or a donation.
I could wash cars and trucks, but I know they will say that I look too sophisticated for that type of job. I could jump through hoops, but I don't bend backwards for anyone. I could kiss feet, but I don't bow down to anyone. I could commit suicide, but I am no longer subject to death. So on Saturday, June 10, I will go to the horse races, and I will hope to win. I know they will say that I am a gambler. Didn't they call Jesus a drunkard? I know they will say that I lack sound moral character. Didn't they call Jesus a friend of tax collectors and sinners? I know they will say that they can no longer associate with me, because I was seen betting on horses.
They also will claim that I should be put out of the church and banned from taking communion. They certainly will call me a heretic, because they like to use that word. It makes them feel saintly, despite the fact that they might be loaded down with sins. They don't like to have to answer to anyone, other than Satan, so they certainly won't answer God's call for help. They didn't answer his call when his son was crucified, and they still haven't answered his call for help for his daughter's agony, but they expect him to answer when THEY call for his assistance. In any event, wish me luck on Saturday. The horses promised me that they will help, they will answer God's call.
El Elohim, The God Of Creation