Tradition

1-21-02

A Prophet

You must move out of tradition into new revelation knowledge for our time and today, what I am doing now.  My purpose and plans for now is what you must seek me for.

 

The traditions of man, the hollow motions of religious exercises are empty and have been empty for a long time.

Mankind gets up and down,

and walks all around,

sits up, stands  up,

looks up, and looks down. 

Sing a song, and then sing along.

Routine, routine,

tradition, tradition, tradition.

 

I am alive, not some dusty form of tradition!  Become alive.  Resurrect yourselves for I am alive and well!

 

Men’s traditions are stale, dusty and dead. 

Get out of the old and come into the new life, to the living God, the God who gives life, who gives freedom, who gives new direction and answers.

 

My son, Jesus of old who created all things brought new ideas, new ways, new teachings to break man away from the traditions of man.  These traditions of man dried up men’s hearts and spirits, perverted their minds, brought about pride and killed off the work of God, and the Holy Spirit’s direction and guidance.

 

Why, oh man, are you afraid to move when I move and to be still when I say, “Be still,” and change when I say, “Change?”

 

It is because you are afraid to trust in me. 

You trust in your manmade traditions, not in me. 

Your dried up traditions make you feel good,

 but they are as dead men’s bones. 

Up, down, stand around,

 pass the hat,

and all that sing a song, ping pong, all along,

move your mouth, say nothing,

 but look pious as you do,

and shoo the Holy Spirit away,

 in hopes he won’t come back another day.

 We have our thing down now,

don’t fool around, don’t change a thing.

 

This place is dead

I’m not there

It’s a graveyard in despair

Oh church of man and not of God

Ichabod, Ichabod

And you stand by yourself

If you dare to follow me

My church might be

Under a tree

Find me if you can, if you dare

I’m a God who plays fair.

I’m not hiding from you at all

It’s just not your style to know me true

For you don’t want to recognize YOU.

I’m afoot, I’m moving ahead

You need not fear or dread

Come unto me all who trust

Believe me it will get worse

And thirsty you will get

If you continue to stand beside your pet

Of complacency.

Drink of me inside out

Then you’ll not have need to pout

Joy you will know even in times of mourning

For I am life to all who call on me.

I never leave or forsake my own.

 

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