Tweets - January 15th

I did not choose God, God chose me. I didn't choose God because I couldn't choose God. No one finds God if God does not want to be found, plain and simple. God is the foundation of my knowledge and trust, not words from books and sermons.

Confessing with your mouth that Jesus is lord is meaningless to anyone above, not even Yeshua. It may be meaningful to you, and how you feel (since feelings matter heavily in religion), but with regard to God's actions, your confessions don't matter. If anything, they make your matters worse.

Though you may not perceive what I'm saying, I'm not revealing anything to you that you can't see and understand.

When did this begin,

I know that I have always been attracted to the same sex, and that I grew up surrounded by judgment, and that I was raised Pentecostal, and that I was no longer religious, and that I took interest in the God I didn't know or understand. Then one day my eyes were opened.

I cannot boast in myself, certainly not without lying to myself. I did nothing to deserve God's mercy; no deeds or confessions were required on my part; but God selected me for specific purposes of which I don't fully understand, however I do have some foresight.

I am God's business, but the understanding of that business is not made aware to me in fullness, nor is it any of my concern. I can only tell you what happened, what will probably happen, and what I've learned along the way. This is the sum of my experience.