I survived another holy spirit led (at least on my part) journey into the land of the gentiles, namely the Central Church of ‘God’ in Charlotte, North Carolina, USA. A completely different attitude was there compared to the St. Ann’s and St. Ladislaw types I have been recently re-acquainting myself with. First of all, I did notify the male leadership at St. Ann’s that I was going to Livingston’s ‘gang’ and was warned to be careful. I appreciated the warning, and I passed on the following warning to a police officer in the parking lot of ‘CCOG': ‘It’s less dangerous for you outside than inside….’, knowing full well I would not be welcomed with ‘open arms’ by a hireling business that speaks against the commandments as a whole unit and chooses which ones he wants to keep from a catalogue file dead seminary school system somewhere.
It was full of something, but they were not saints. Not quite as affluent as Willow Creek from the outside, but on the inside, the gowns on the people were not white, I assure you. I did far less in the area of testing the spirits there than I have at other locations, knowing full well Livingston has a pro-gun&ammunition, shoot ’em up Dallas seminary/cemetery attitude. There were more police officers there than at the synagogue I went to, which for some reason indicates they are fearful and not trusting the right God. There were no guns inside of the catholic churches I choose to go to on sabbath at times, so they may indeed have a more peaceful spirit. I know for a fact that churches like Loran’s promote their followers to go into other businesses and try and spread their ‘gospel’ and don’t think they should be arrested for doing so. However, here is what occurred as a ‘stranger’ walking into their assembly of possibly demonic spirits:
1. No room downstairs, so I was sent upstairs. I entered in door number 10, in case there were local police who knew that I know about ‘ten codes’. There was plenty of room had any of the humans decided to squeeze in a bit, but I was not offered a seat. The one seat I saw open said ‘usher’ on it and the usher, who was standing, would not allow me to take his seat. Keep in mind I was a first time visitor and a retired lady. I said I could stand and that he, as a ‘lady figure’ could keep his precious seat. I was appropraitely flippant to his arrogant and less than gracious host attitude. I found a seat a bit off to the right, and rather than have the 3 or 4 people of darker skin tone move to the right, I squeezed past them into a spot next to a ‘white woman’. I asked her if she knoew how much Livingston made a year, but she did not. That seems to be a common problem with protestant budgets and congregations. It does matter biblically how much a ‘servant’ earns. We all know what our government politician’s salaries are, don’t we? We can’t control them, but we know what they are.
Because the usual choirs on front stages really are more of a self-worship team, I brought along my own music selection with ear-phones so that I wouldn’t be led to indigestion from the ad nauseam singing and very little Scripture typically associated with popular ‘churches’. The lady to my right must have had a miracle ear, because she insisted she could not hear the approximately 100 person choir with sound system over my two earphones. I turned down my holy rock music, but she insisted she could still hear it, even though when I took the earplugs out of my ears, I couldn’t hear it; so how could she hear it when it was IN my ears? Not to cause her a pentecoste disturbance, I left the pew and went to stand on the against the wall in the balcony. I can stand for two hours with no problem, but after about 5 minutes another usher told me it was against fire code for me to stand there and I would have to go downstairs again.
Once downstairs, I walked into the staged(actors are on stages, not prophets) area, but knowing there was no room, I went into the outer hallway to listen to the message that was about to get preached on a small TV monitor. I sat quietly next to a young male, and other than a few words was not doing anything either sinful or against some kind of legal code. There were police officers down there, and eventually some church usher wanted to talk to me in some meeting room for an unknown reason. I told him I rather talk to the cops than talk to him. That being the case, I no longer felt as though they wanted me to get ”saved’ by them, or hear Loran’s ‘message’. I was there to find out what direction Loran had gone since I heard him last and had listened to his preaching many times in the past by radio. The officers stood by like smart golfers, just off the green, waiting to see who really is the problem when it comes to denominations, churches, as the BIlly Graham types push their way into your schools with christmas and easter propaganda, and instantaneous ‘saint’ productions known as the ABC plan. Telling people to leave a place with no real justification is not a good idea if you say your organization is ‘not for profit’. I’ve seen it time and time again and know the games the protestants and other clicks play, and they are not biblical.( Had I put money in the gold platter, I may have been able to stay and call out spiritual audibles, just like in the sports arenas.)
The officers remained professional, but keep in mind, I suspect they are being paid by the church and were ‘off-duty’ earning extra income. I left the building and walked to my car, King James Bible in hand, wearing my Cal Ripken Oriole jersey with skorts and my NAOT sandals, which was far less revealing than some other women wear in public and private places. No problem from the cops and I was leaving, but then the usher followed me to my car and started asking me questions such as what was my name and where was I from. I in turn asked where he was from, and he did not tell me. Again, there were at least two officers there as a witness to the conversation. I was told if I ever returned to their building I would be arrested, and let them know I really didn’t want to be there in the first place (similar to how Jonah must have felt). I gladly agreed never to set foot in their false temple again, and said I was going for a good lunch. I was welcomed into a terrific and good food restaurant called Saffron, enjoyed a high holy day meal at my own expense, and went back to the not always brilliant but far less hypocritical world of hockey for a couple of hours.
I still am alone here, but one step at a time, I am happy to let the local law see the fact that I am neither afraid of big church ‘names’ and politics while at the same, trying to give people the benefit of the doubt when in comes to an ability to change their ways or their attitudes so that they are indeed conformed to the mind of ‘Christ’, who lived his life according to the Law without shame but with persecution from pharisees and unholy people in high places. No person of YHWH wants to go to a place they are not welcomed, but at times, in places that appear to be ‘open’, you sometimes have to go in and let others see for themselves where the Pharoah and gun type trust is generated from and who leaves without an army, a navy, an airforce, or under arrest, carrying only a Bible, walking on two legs, and with two arms that would never intentionally hit anyone unless it was in a self- defense situation.
I did mention that the men in blue police uniforms work harder for their money than the cowardly leaders at Central Church of God ( and most pastors, truth be known). In the middle of a conflict, it is alright to take sides at times, and support those who really might lay down their life for you rather than threaten you with arrest if you want to hear their ‘side of the story’. I know what it is like to be in uniform, to be on stage in a church and on stage in a public school playing music. I needed to know just what this community is made of from the inside, not from the outside looking at stained glass and million dollar building projects.
I guess I still like Milwaukee, Detroit , Philadelphia, Minneapolis, Madison, St. Louis and Pittsburgh better than Charlotte area at this time. Of course, those cities are not in the ‘bible belt’ that is full of money platters with no real Word to chew on it seems.
Something to write about, in case one of Loran’s gun-toting goons or wired up ushers decides to shoot me down somewhere.
Note on Day12 of the omer count, not related to pagan christmas counts:
A brief note was sent to me in this forum from a secretary ‘Mary’, another hireling of the Loran Livingston genre , with the usual religious excuses and false claim that they love the ‘Jewish people’, although they refuse to acknowledge that it is Judah they are to follow, not the opposite. Coming in with the full armor of God is often seen by the unsaved as arrogance , as they are used to lost sheep-like nature of typical lukewarm protestants. If your leader is too much of a coward to write personally, or has to delegate physical security to smarter local law enforcement, he is no true man of YHVH. Mr. Livingston wrongly believes that the cross is holy rather than the Law of Moses. With such, I do not get into online discussions, as they have already rejected the Truth more than once from me, by letter and in person.