What I love about Transitions being available free of charge is that I can pass on the work it is doing in others without others thinking I am only promoting something for sale. Already the mp3 files from this series have been downloaded almost 700 times. I am so deeply grateful for how this series is helping people find fresh ways to sort out Father’s work in their lives and to be renewed in their passionate pursuit of his life.
This email is from a brother in South Africa that has been deeply touched by the Transition series. I love his journey and know he speaks for many others. These kinds of stories are the reason t hat Father wanted to make it availableâ€¦
After I finished listening to the Transition recordings today, I started to cry. Why? I really donâ€™t know.
But, I talked to God about it and I think I have some idea now. About 4+ years ago my wife and I left the congregation where we had been. We came to a point where we decided that what we have been experiencing could not be what Jesus meant by â€˜life in the fullâ€™. Basically, the whole time we had this one question that drove usâ€”like a splinter somewhere in our mindsâ€”â€œIs this IT?â€ Did Jesus die for this? Is there more? We needed more of Him. We knew that at least.
So we stopped. We wanted to see what in our lives is â€of Godâ€ and what came out of ourselves. And it was a scary time. It meant confronting ourselves. Who were we? Why do we do what we do? From 1988 we followed hard after Christ, but something was amiss. Were we missing Him in all we did? And then slowly He started to flow through us. And each day after that is wonderfully full of Him. We have died to religion!!! We found the Author of Life!
But for me, it was a lonely road. We werenâ€™t leaders in our congregation. So no one made a fuss when we left. We were the invisibles. It took the congregation 17 months to contact us, and ask us if we were still coming, or if they had to release us. Go figure. I told them that we are still part of the congregation, but that we do not go to the organized Sunday part. So they had to go figure. They never called after that again. But it was as if our Father had shut our mouths. We had no one to share the journey with. I became very cynical about the use of words. So even when we were among very good friends, we did not really share what was happening in and with us. It was very strange. Something wonderful is happening and we are not telling a soul. What does talking help anyway? As I think back now, we could not really give answers for what we were doing and experiencing. Itâ€™s this wonderful uncertainness. My wife and I talked a lot. What was God doing? We had no idea.
I went on the Internet and downloaded everything on the church. Thousands of pages. Everything from missionary groups, the mystics, traditional â€˜churchesâ€™ house â€˜churchesâ€™, Quakers, Anabaptists, Messianic movements, and all the stuff in-between. Thatâ€™s how I found your website and then had the chance to meet you a in Johannesburg. You were the first person that put into words what we were experiencing. And that gave lots of comfort. And that is the reason why I cried yesterday. Your words and our experience matched about 95%â€”A confirmation of sorts. And suddenly I did not feel so alone. Donâ€™t get me wrong, I know we are not alone. (With our Father, it is actually impossible to be alone.) And we have friends with us on this journey, in all the different â€œstagesâ€ of it. But I always felt that in talking to them, would influence them to have my experience. And I wanted them to have their own journey. Itâ€™s so easy to nail down Godâ€™s life and give it to people in religion format. Your words did not give me religion; it affirmed what we have been experiencing. And since yesterday I have had a wonderful time with our Father. I donâ€™t know if I have ever felt so safe. It was the realization that He trusts me to be me. He trusts me with His indwelling and He trusts me with whatever that means!
So this is a big â€œTHANK YOU!â€ Thank you for sharing this on the Internet. It changed something in me, and I will never be the same.