There Has Been A Change

Here I sit in my motel room in Alexandria, La trying to decide whether I want to go back to the District Campmeeting today and tonight or not. I probably will go since it has been more than 20 years since I've been here.

I was raised here. I attended campmeeting in the old tabernacle. No, not the tabernacle before the present one. I'm talking about the "old" tabernacle that later became the dining hall. It was just a small building that set up on the hill in the 1940s. Here, I was the first Youth Camper in 1954. These here are my "roots" of which Anthony preached a really great message last night.

But, something is different. I can't put my finger on it exactly. The form in the same. The people look the same. But there is something different in the spirit. A spiritual change has slowly crept in over the years that even I would have not recognized had I been here each of the past 25 years. But, since I've not been here, I come back to weep, recognizing a change in the spirit.

Someone hailed as a "prophet" spoke words that were strange, from a spirit that I was quite familiar with. I am so surprised and shocked that Apostolic people are sooooo gullible. I wanted to puke. Though I recognized the spirit immediately, when he began to speak concerning "an uncommon seed for an uncommon harvest" and other words in the same vein, there could be no doubt about it. Then he "prophesied" to different ones. I said to that spirit, "Ah yes ol' boy, I recognize who you are."

Anthony preached a great message, as usual. However, I left the crowded tabernacle with a cast down spirit, amazed, discouraged, upset and bewildered.

While walking slowly back to my pickup truck, I heard someone call my name. I was happy to seen an old friend. Then another called my name. Though happy to see each of them, I could not help but see the ruin of time upon their lovely faces. I hugged the brothers and sisters with joy and gladness as my heart rejoiced to see them again.

Though joy filled my heart from the encounter with these precious saints, I am so bewildered. My heart hangs heavy this morning as I write these few words.

I heard a voice in the early hours of this morning as I thought upon these things, "Watchman, what of the night..." I answered in an audible voice, "The night cometh and also the morning."

Brother, we have no guardrails up.
False doctrine is flooding into our movement at a rapid pace because we are told to let it go in the name of unity.

Was this during the offering?

[Digging4Truth]

Wow... what a sobering post.

I sat and stared at my post for a few minutes and I guess I have nothing to say. A little speechless I suppose.

I appreciate your discernment , insight & concern and I pray with you for a reviving of a way gone by.

I tire of the overuse of the term revival but in this case I think the term can be rightfully used.

[Digging4Truth]

Your post made me pull up a song on my computer and listen to it a few times. It is written & performed by a close friend whose church we used to intend.

Watchman

In this darkened hour
When there seems to be no light
God's got faithful watchman on the wall tonight
Watchman, What of the night?
Watchman, What of the night?

Standing in the brink of the darkness on the the wall
Sometimes I see my watchman big and tall
In the night time he sees my enemy
He'll blow the trump so I can flee
Watchman, What of the night?
Watchman, What of the night?

Do you see my enemy
Is it time for me to flee
Oh Watchman, What of the night?
Watchman, What of the night?

Watchman standing on the wall
He won't let me, just won't let me fall
My faithful watchman
Standing on the wall
Watchman, What of the night?
Watchman, What of the night?

Do you see my enemy?
Is it coming close to me?
Watchman, What of the night?
Watchman, What of the night?

Does anyone know who led the offering portion of the service last evening at the Louisiana camp?

[RevDWW]

What was the prophecy?
We don't need a different seed we need to continue producing the fruit of the Spirit with it's seed contained in it. Love is the fruit if Jesus is the root!

[Monkeyman]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

Here I sit in my motel room in Alexandria, La trying to decide whether I want to go back to the District Campmeeting today and tonight or not. I probably will go since it has been more than 20 years since I've been here.

I was raised here. I attended campmeeting in the old tabernacle. No, not the tabernacle before the present one. I'm talking about the "old" tabernacle that later became the dining hall. It was just a small building that set up on the hill in the 1940s. Here, I was the first Youth Camper in 1954. These here are my "roots" of which Anthony preached a really great message last night.

But, something is different. I can't put my finger on it exactly. The form in the same. The people look the same. But there is something different in the spirit. A spiritual change has slowly crept in over the years that even I would have not recognized had I been here each of the past 25 years. But, since I've not been here, I come back to weep, recognizing a change in the spirit.

Someone hailed as a "prophet" spoke words that were strange, from a spirit that I was quite familiar with. I am so surprised and shocked that Apostolic people are sooooo gullible. I wanted to puke. Though I recognized the spirit immediately, when he began to speak concerning "an uncommon seed for an uncommon harvest" and other words in the same vein, there could be no doubt about it. Then he "prophesied" to different ones. I said to that spirit, "Ah yes ol' boy, I recognize who you are."

Anthony preached a great message, as usual. However, I left the crowded tabernacle with a cast down spirit, amazed, discouraged, upset and bewildered.

While walking slowly back to my pickup truck, I heard someone call my name. I was happy to seen an old friend. Then another called my name. Though happy to see each of them, I could not help but see the ruin of time upon their lovely faces. I hugged the brothers and sisters with joy and gladness as my heart rejoiced to see them again.

Though joy filled my heart from the encounter with these precious saints, I am so bewildered. My heart hangs heavy this morning as I write these few words.

I heard a voice in the early hours of this morning as I thought upon these things, "Watchman, what of the night..." I answered in an audible voice, "The night cometh and also the morning."

Bro with a charge this condemning you had better back up your words! Tell us about it, not just what you felt/know in the Spirit. While I DON'T know you, I do know some great men and women there, so I need more than your opinion. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry who agrees with whatever stance you have will come along and say, woe, woe to this movement/org.

There are some that would walk away from meetings not liking something about it and find many to agree with them, then we would find out that they let wristwatches on the platform!!!!!

So, you seem to be talking about deeper spiritual problems, before I agree or disagree, 'splain yourself....I'll wait

[CC1]

Strange.

[RevDWW]

Originally Posted by CC1

Strange.

You are a funny man..........

[CC1]

Originally Posted by RevDWW

You are a funny man..........

I don't want to comment too much because I did not watch nor hear what he is referring to but I am probably further from my heritage than I even realized when I listened to TFT and he said many things that disturbed my spirit. He said a lot of good things but he was advocating preachers being "wild" and doing "crazy things". He talked about not worrying about when prophecy misses the mark just to go for it and do it. I was very surprised and troubled by what I heard.

Then I heard similar disturbing things from Wayne Huntley so I truly no longer even identify with this group it appears.

The emphasis on the supernatural / emotinal aspects of Christianity has always been unbalanced in OTP circles in my view.