Be sure to read the whole thing, all the way to the end. These, and others, are the reasons that I believe what I believe. Amen and amen!
Originally posted on The Land Called Beulah:
I have seen many people write blog posts and websites explaining why they are no longer a part of the Apostolic Pentecostal church (also known as the United Pentecostal Church (UPCI), Worldwide Pentecostal Fellowship (WPF), or the Oneness/Jesus-Only Church). So I decided it was time that I write about why I left the Apostolic Pentecostal church as well.
My only request is this: if you choose to read part of this post that you read all of it.
I was determined I would be an Apostolic Pentecostal til the day I died. I loved the church, I loved living the holiness lifestyle, I loved the Bible, I loved God.
But one day the discussions started. Some family members showed me several reasons why the Apostolic Pentecostal church was wrong and why I shouldn’t worry about being associated with them anymore. And one day, I reasoned, “They’re right.” So I left…
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As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my friends to keep
Give them peace and joy tonight
And sweet dreams till the morning light
When wake they all from their rest
I pray the Lord, help them do their best
Give them strength to do what’s right
Help them lean on Your great might
And when the day draws to an end
I’ll pray for you again, my friends.
God bless you! I love you all – whether I know your name or not, God loves you, and because He does, I do, too!
It’s been three years. I know that he is in Paradise. I know that he no longer has pain, or his sugar going too low, and no more worries about his heart. I know he gets to listen to and join in the praises to Jesus every day. But I still miss him.
The man I called “Dad” was not related to me by blood. He married my mom when I was 18. I had very firm ideas of what should and shouldn’t be, and I made it very difficult at times for him, I know. But that didn’t change his love towards me, or his acceptance of me as his daughter. Our relationship grew very close over the years. At times, we were angry with each other, and at times, we were so in sync with each other’s thoughts that we knew exactly what the other would say. He taught me, just like a father should. I learned how to check my oil and transmission fluid from him. I learned a lot about salesmanship from him. I learned a whole lot more than that, too. He was a wonderful husband to my mom – she loved him so very much, and still does. I know that he loved her, too. I think that was one of the things I loved and appreciated about him most – how he loved my mom.
I didn’t know him growing up; I was graduated from high school and going to college when I met him. But, he helped me to grow up. Like most teenagers, I thought I knew it all, and didn’t hesitate to share my opinions. He wasn’t perfect – I know he had little patience with my strongly-held and stubborn opinions, but he tried his best and did what he could to help me understand. He helped shape who I am today.
I still remember the shock of finding out that he was gone. The sorrow of knowing he was no longer able to share time with us here on earth. But then I think about the fact that he got to see Jesus face to face before I did. He doesn’t have to watch the things going on in this world, because he’s already in Heaven. He already graduated to real life, and we’re all still here, plugging along, learning how to live before we get to Opening Night.
I will never forget you, Dad. I love you, and I miss you. I’m so grateful for the time I got to spend with you. I am so very thankful that you accepted me into your family. I am, and will always be, proud to call myself your daughter, and glad that I get to call you, “Dad.”
This song was going through my head:
“Look what the Lord has done!
Look what the Lord has done!
He healed my body! He touched my mind!
He saved me just in time!
I’m gonna praise His Name!
He’s every day the same!
I’m gonna praise Him!
I’m gonna praise Him!
Look what the Lord has done!”
No matter what’s going on – good, bad, ugly, whatever – God is good! I’m so very thankful for a God that is in control, that can see the past, present, and future, and has promised to always work out things for good (Romans 8:28)!
Life is like a jigsaw puzzle – we can only see the one little piece that applies to us, and maybe the pieces immediately surrounding us – but God can see the big picture, and He alone knows what the end product is supposed to look like. What an incredible Lord and Savior!
By Melissa Warren
I’ve made so many mistakes, I can’t begin to count them
I don’t know sometimes why I do the things I do
Or why I don’t do the things I want to
The apostle Paul struggle with that, too
I remember times that I did things. . . things that I’m so very not proud of
Things I wish were nothing more than a nightmare
Even if they wouldn’t seem that bad to anyone else, they were that bad to me
And I wish, oh how I wish, that I could go back and redo everything
Restart my life, with a better sense of right and wrong
With the memory of what I’ve been through, so I’ll know how to live
Have the chance to do something the right way, without having to learn the hard way
But life is funny; it doesn’t bow to our will
I would that it did
Life is linear, from our point of view
And we can’t go back and change it
It’s there, forever
All those mistakes, those things I don’t like about myself
I can’t erase them
But, I know Someone Who can
I know a Man that has the power to cover my mistakes, my sins, and wash them away
Those stains on my life
They don’t have to have power over me
Not if I give my life to Him
‘Cuz He has this really awesome way about Him
He likes to wipe the slate clean
Doesn’t mean the mistakes haven’t happened
But it does mean, that if we ask Him to,
He forgets them
He covers them with His perfect blood, and washes us as white as snow
The new kind of snow, pure, no blemishes
So in a way, we do have the ability to go back and make better decisions
But instead, we go forward and make better decisions
Better yet, it’s not a one-time offer
He’s faithful to me, to us
He forgives us, over and over again
Mistakes? What mistakes?
He has made me new.