Now that makes good sense Gary. Perfect equals maturity I can see that. The difficulty I can see you and I Having with that is I would say maturity is a growing process sort of like sanctification. I realize I probably misunderstood everything I've read that you posted so with that in mind let me ask you... did you become mature all at once? See because I believe we grow in Christ and I think you may have a different opinion on that which is fine because I really want to find out exactly where you're coming from. So let's try this maturity idea. Looking forward to your reply.
This may become kinda long so bear with me but here is what changed my life in Christ and here is how and what happened in me over the years.
I grew in Christianity learning all the different doctrines, beliefs, studied the book and the people who wrote it. I studied how our modern day bible came to canon from a com[elation of many other bibles. I studied who decided what was to go into the book. Followed the laws of, got dunked in a tank of water where these said I needed it. I went into the water a Christian and came out of the water a wet Christian. Paid my tithes as was demanded of me, became teacher of all these laws, and did what I was taught to do.
One day in the mid nineties I was invited to go to a prison in Iowa Park Texas right north of Wichita falls with another prison minister who gathered all the prison ministers he could and asked me to bring who I could to help.
I was deacon and elder in this church I was attending so I invited the men that whoever wanted to go and minister the Christ to inmates. Exactly twelve volunteered so I got them clearance. None of these had ever done anything like this in their Christian couriers and I had a session with them what to expect.
When we arrived at the prison I didnt know the the head of the program. He was a former sergeant of arms for the hells angels. Here I was in my three piece suit carrying my big ole black King James bible with a pocket full of tracts ready to save the populous with my twelve disciples, wall all around me were ministers wearing leather pant and jackets, long hair, tattoos. I thought to myself, how can these guys relay anything of Christ looking as they do?
When it was time to visit inmates the head man begin to pair people up separating me from my people. I panicked, I introduced myself and he said he had heard of me. I told him of my people had never visited a prison and they were not ready for lockdown. He said he already figured that by the way the hung to my coattail.
He pointed to a biker, had a long beard, long hair, leathers, chains hanging from his pockets, tatts and the whole works. He said you are going with him to block E, the hardest block in the unit. so off we went.
E is lockdown and these inmates get to leave their cell only one hour a day to shower and go outside to what they call the kennels. Kenels are a series of chain link fence that made a cubical about five foot square where they be outside for a few minutes then return to do it all again in 24 hours.
there were three decks of cells sp we started our ministry on the third level. We agreed he would start on one end I I on the other and meet in the middle. I walked up to this one cell and a huge black man was standing in his underwear in the middle of his cell. Here I was all spit polished and the example for what a Christian is supposed to look like and be. I said hello my name is Gary and just want to know if there is anything I can do for you. He glared at me, turned around went to his bunk, wrapped the sheet around him and over his head, turned his back to me facing the wall.
I went to the next cells until I met with my partner in the middle. He didnt say anything but went right over to that cell where the man rejected me and begin to talk. It wasnt long before that man was in tears giving his life over to God. When they were done I aske him -- why would you talk to him and not to me. He said something that changed my life forever. He said, you are to clean, you have noting I need or can relate to at all.
From that day on, I didnt cut my hair, shed the three piece suit, didnt need that KJV bible to look noble for religious folk. When my hair grew into a ponytail, no more suits, and my appearance changed you would not believe the difference it made being able to be accepted by inmates and communicate with them.
Ironic is the religious folk saw it just the opposite. I no longer looked their part, I no longer could communicate with them even though I had prior. I was the same guy but I was not the same guy if that makes sense.
I haven't stepped back into one of these churches sense and in the mid 2000s I retired from prison ministry. My reward was that some inmates got out of prison and started their own ministries, some built churches, some went into evangelism.
In the twinkling of an eye I was changed. All things became new, a new heaven and earth. Not that I grew into it, , I grew in the laws for belief systems but that God came to me and opened up His heaven and what is really in it. I didnt grow into that I received it as His gift.
In that brought a whole new meaning to born again where I went from looking noble toward man in his beliefs to actually walking as He walks in His same light. And funny is some of these religious folk see that as arrogant, egotistical, braggadocios. Funny is I used to be just like them. Even in judgment of those bikers at that prison.
Thank God He opened all of His heaven to me to know this difference, Gen 3:22. It always has been that way with God and man where at the mercy seat, God and man come together as one and not sperate by the laws for religions.
Was I wrong being the example in these churches, NO' I was only ignorant for who God really is and how He manifests and works in man. And that is so simple, it is His disposition of Love setting aside self beliefs, and becoming like Him in His same image of Love. In that I didnt grow into it that but received that in me and in that I am a happy ,man, for all the \tings I didnt understand and questioned how certain things could be in biblical terms came to light. Nothing is hidden that was hidden. .