Called to Rebuke the So-Called

The false prophets or visionaries who try to lead you astray must be put to death, for they encourage rebellion against the Lord your God, who redeemed you from slavery and brought you out of the land of Egypt.  Since they try to lead you astray from the way the Lord your God commanded you to live, you must put them to death.  In this way you will purge the evil from among you, (Deuteronomy 13:5).

Heresy in all its forms is offensive to God.  As you can see in the verse above, we are not to tolerate heresy.  But heresy was the farthest thing from my mind as I walked the streets of Boston on a cool day a week before Thanksgiving.  I had just had a meeting with Allegra, one of my ministry partners.  As the meeting ended I asked her what is the tallest building in Boston.  She said that she thought it was the Prudential, but looked it up to be sure.  It turns out that the Prudential building is the second tallest.  The tallest building in Boston is the John Hancock building.  So after saying our goodbyes, I took the T to that part of town.

As I exited the T station into the cool sunshine, the only thing on my mind was finding the John Hancock building.  It always takes me a moment to get my bearings when popping up from a subway rabbit hole into an unfamiliar part of town.  As soon as I did, I started heading toward my target, and on the way I saw a church at the far end of a square that caught my attention.

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Although my calling is for the Body of Christ (in other words, The Church), I do live in Europe and have seen so many beautiful and ornate churches that I’ve become jaded.  Plus a fact that really concerns me is that so many people think that The Church is synonymous with those beautiful and ornate buildings.  If you are one of those, please let me assure you that The Church consists of God’s people.  In fact, I don’t believe that we were ever meant to be enclosed in a building.  But despite my normal tendency to walk right past a church, this one had my attention, and I suspected that God wanted to show me something.  So I approached it, crossing the large square.  There was a big construction project blocking the middle of the square, so I had to skirt around it.  There were volunteer guards all around the building project, wearing bright orange vests.

When I finally got close enough to read the sign, I was shocked: First Church of Christ Scientist.  I stood there a moment, reeling with this new information.  This was the headquarters for the Christian Science so-called-church.  Christian Science is not to be confused with Scientology, which denies Jesus altogether.  Christian Science, founded in 1866 by Mary Baker Eddy, was an attempt to blend mesmerism and hypnotism (occultic healing practices) with Christianity.  Eddy wrote Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures as a new revelation[1] to accompany the Bible.  Eddy’s new “revelation” included Jesus’ demotion from God incarnate to a great metaphysical healer.

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Reeling though I was, it didn’t take long for me to understand my mission there: rebuke the heresy.  No, I didn’t go in and yell at anybody.  After all, the people involved in Christian Science are deceived.  Instead, I rebuked the heretical spirit of Christian Science.  The Holy Spirit led me to enter.  Close to the entrance was a table full of free magazines and brochures.  I helped myself to one of each.  A guide there offered a bag to put the materials into.  Then she offered to take me on a free tour of the church.  I pretended to check the time while really checking with the Lord.  The answer was no, so I exclaimed: “Is it two o’clock already?  I’ve got to go.”  And I quickly left the building.

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Then the Holy Spirit instructed me to do something strange: spit on the doorstep.  I said, “OK, but You’re going to have to hide me while I do it,” because of the people inside and the volunteer guards all around the square.  I spat on the doorstep.  Then I went around and spat on every doorstep of the church.  And nobody saw me do it.

From there I easily found the John Hancock building, but the observation deck was closed.  The receptionist suggested going to the Prudential building.  At the top of the Prudential I blessed the city of Boston and its people from above.  This day’s work followed the same basic formula as my day in Washington DC: enter by subway underneath the city, praying in the spirit to break up any bad foundation; pray on the surface at witchcraft sites—or in Boston’s case, the heresy site; then finish the day’s prayers by blessing the city from above.

When I returned to my room I tore apart the magazines and brochures, declaring that they would never again spread this lie to people who are seeking God.  As I did so, I realized why God had chosen me to rebuke the heresy of Christian Science.  It’s because my family had been personally and profoundly effected by this heresy.  My grandfather died when my mom was eight because he wouldn’t go to the hospital for appendicitis until it was too late.  So she grew up without a father, and I never knew him.

When I returned to North Carolina I chose my moment carefully and told Mom about what I had done in Boston.  Instead of being saddened by all this, she surprised me with more information.  Mom told me that her father and grandmother were not the only ones involved in Christian Science.  Her aunt had also become Christian Science.  I was stunned.  I’d had no idea.  I knew that my grandmother never converted, but I hadn’t known about my great aunt.  “Did she meet your dad through Aunt Louise?”  “No,” Mom answered, “It was just coincidence.”

Well, coincidence or not, as far as I know all of the family members that had been involved with Christian Science are now gone.  But it seems that the defeated enemy was working overtime, trying to get to us all through this heresy.  When I became a Christian and understood the importance of renouncing heresies and occultic involvement, I did it.  I confessed and renounced Christian Science and Freemasonry in my family tree, and various occultic dabblings that I had personally committed.  And having done that, God had had me rebuke the heresy of Christian Science at its headquarters.  The final blow was dealt by me against this heresy that had robbed my mom of her father and me of a grandfather.

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About half an hour after leaving the Christian Science so-called-church I saw a bright thing in the sky.  It may have just been the start of a vapor trail, but it looked to me like an angel with its wings up for flying.  And it did something strange that I’ve never seen a vapor trail do: it pivoted and vanished as though it were only two-dimensional.  Then after a moment it reappeared the same way that it had vanished, and that is when I got a picture of it.  I believe that this siting was a sign from God that I had done something important this day.  God is good!

P.S.      I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t post it.  This morning this prophecy was in my inbox:

I am directing you to do things that you would not normally do, but I have purpose for you in the byways of life.  Not to mention that I want you to be present in ways that will reveal My presence, says the Lord.  Be sensitive and obedient to My leading.  It is unlikely that you will know the impact of what you do at this time.  Isaiah 6:8 – Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?”  Then I said, “Here am I!  Send me.”

Clearly, this is not a coincidence.  God told me to spit on the doorstep of a heretical church, and now He’s reassuring me that I did hear His voice correctly, and that what I did will accomplish His purposes.  God is good!

[1] Though she took all or almost all of it from Phineas Quimby, her homeopathic healer.

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