Back in Rotorua, my mother has given me a box to sort through. It contains books, journals, little cards and bookmarks. The journals are written in my handwriting, but oh gawd, was it really my hand?
There are some interesting anecdotes about my friend D, who had a lot of visions and prophesies. In my journal it says he saw that I (yeah, me, Fionnaigh) was going to speak about faith in front of thousands, and be renounced for speaking about faith. Also, in the same journal I write that D prophesied that I should beware of chewing gum, but later on M, who was sitting beside me, found some chewing gum under his seat, and D realised that the prophesy was actually for M, not for me.
One day I'll write a book called "The Chewing Gum Prophesy."
There's also some really scary stuff.
Don't falter between two opinions. If God is God, go for God 100%. Or go 100% The other way. God hates lukewarm Christians.
Satan is on earth not hell.
Satan deceives the whole earth
THEY OVERCAME HIM BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB!!
Jesus spoke no words of his own, only those his father gave him. He did only what he saw his father doing. He alone reached this state of perfection.
I have to accept the fact that I am sinful.
Saying you have your own ideas about God is a quick way to hell.
My first impulse is to burn everything, but then... maybe I should keep some things. I mean, this was my life for most of my teenage years. I should keep the journals as a reminder that... what? That I wasn't immune to doing dumb and embarrassing things in my teens?
I even found a song, that, supposedly, I wrote. Again, my hand writing, but...
Urgh, ok, it's coming back now. Dim memories of singing it in front of the whole church... but it's WAY to embarrassing to repeat here.
That's one of the scary things about Christian youth groups. Everyone wants to be a Christian rock star, and no one can tell them how crap they are, cos maybe they really were inspired by God.
Maybe chewing gum comes from the Devil.
Maybe...
Eeep!
Posted by Fionnaigh at June 6, 2004 05:40 PM"Saying you have your own ideas about God is a quick way to hell."
Eeeep! This is the creepiest thing I've read in a long time, and a horrific thing to teach teenagers. Question everything!
I still remember a friend in tears because she'd been "bad", and she was going to go to hell for it.
Posted by: iona at June 7, 2004 09:44 AMI remember being really upset because my mother didn't believe in God anymore, so she was going to hell. I used to think that I had a fighting chance of avoiding hell unless I did something really, REALLY bad, but I was still terrified of Judgement Day.
Posted by: Eleanor at June 11, 2004 01:36 PM