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Why I Left the Apostolic Pentecostal Church

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!

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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Dad

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.”Dad

Happy Father’s Day – To All My Dads!

I have been so tremendously blessed – I have had two earthly fathers and I have one Heavenly Father. My first dad taught me how to walk and talk; he taught me how to eat with a fork (don’t stab the food – scoop it 🙂 ), how to have fun and how to love. My second dad taught me how to be an adult, with all the responsibilities and privileges involved. He gave me my first taste of venison, and talked to me about bow hunting. He gave me advice when I thought I needed it, and sometimes when I didn’t think it was necessary :). Both dads gave me long talks about what was right and wrong with situations, and how to better handle them in the future. Both dads were called to heaven early, and I miss them more than I can come close to describing. I want them – and everyone else – to know how much I love them, and how proud I am to say that I am their daughter.

I also want to tell my heavenly Father how much I love Him. When my first dad died, before I got to meet my second dad, God was my Father. He loved and cared for me when I was sad, and smiled with me when I was happy. He saw how much I and my brother and sister needed a dad, and how my mom was lonely, too, and brought my second dad into our lives. When my second dad got to go to Heaven, God was again there for me, holding me when I cried, drying my tears, and helping me through many of life’s situations. Even when my dads were alive, God was there for me. I’m so thankful for a Father that will never leave me, even through death – He already died, and rose again from the dead!

Happy Father’s Day, to my dads in heaven and to all the other dads out there.
Happy Father’s Day, Abba Father, to You, for being my Father as well.

May God bless all the dads, today and every day!

Study Time!

Finals week, this and next week… everyone is studying… Lord, please help us all to remember everything we’ve been working all semester to cram into our brains!  Give us the “critical thinking” skills to be able to figure out an answer if we can’t remember the fact.  Above all, help us to remember that we do all for Your glory!

“Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” I Corinthians 10:31

Why Blog? Why Now?

I’ve actually been thinking about starting a blog for a long time.  Actually did start one a couple of years ago, but I didn’t keep up with it.  I wish now that I had.  Somany things have happened that I wish I could remember with more detail.  Maybe, if I’d been blogging (since I can’t seem to make myself actually keep a journal with any kind of regularity), I’d have little memory triggers out there in old posts.  Maybe I would have kept myself encouraged a little better.  I don’t know, really.

It’s probably actually a bad time to start a blog – school just started back up, and it looks like my classes are going to be hard.  Plus studying for boards, teaching, trying to find another job – when am I going to be able to fit this all in?  But also, just maybe, this is something that will keep me going.  I find that it is so much easier to keep myself happy and encouraged in my faith when I am trying to encourage others.  And there are so many thoughts I have about how to deal with different struggles.  If I don’t speak, though, who will hear me?  Thus, the blog.

In everything I do, I want to glorify God.  So, this blog will likely contain many different things – recipes, artsy stuff, good ideas, and the like.  But overall, it’s going to be about Jesus.  About how to have a closer walk with Him.  How to overcome obstacles.  How to live a life dedicated, sold out, promised to Jesus.

“Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.” Hebrews 12:1