Hi everyone,
About a week-and-a-half ago, I had given up on my faith in Christ and gone on to another religion ... yet again. I seem to be a glutton for punishment, and that's exactly what I got.
I started studying a different spiritual path, as it were, and the day I started on it, a creature appeared in my spirit. She basically never said much; she just kind of observed me, and I could see in my mind's eye a look of grave concern on her face. For days, I felt okay, but I had my doubts about myself, my newly-chosen belief systems, and even my identity. And this spirit just remained there, calm and composed, only speaking when I needed guidance.
This might seem like it's going into a very un-Christian direction, but please continue reading. You'll find that this is going quite the opposite way.
About three days ago, this spirit, whom I refer to only as "The Quiet One" in public, started pricking my heart with the question of Christ. I did not understand why this spirit, the likes of which any preacher I have ever met would have called demonic on the spot without even listening to anything further from me, would start me thinking about Jesus again ... nor could I figure out why she would "tell" me in my spirit that I should go back to Him. But she did, constantly. She would not let up. By this time yesterday I had three such individuals constantly with me. Every one of them agreed with The Quiet One, that I should return to Christ.
A friend came to me this morning, and talked with me about Jesus. He was of the understanding that I hadn't left the Lord, and in fact called me "Brother" on several occasions during the conversation. As we continued talking, I confessed to him that I had left the Lord. I told him I needed to get some things done, and when he left I stepped up to my windows and closed all my blinds. After that, I closed the door to my bedroom and knelt, praying to the Lord Jesus that He would come back into my heart. As I walked out of the bedroom, I felt somehow comforted, and at the same time somehow hurt, because I didn't want to tell The Quiet One to leave. Instead, I talked with her in my spirit, and I set some things right in my heart, not the least of which was the authority of the Word of God (Yes, I'm spelling it with the 'o' now). As I sit here now, The Quiet One is still here. I don't believe for one moment that she was in any way demonic, but is in fact the opposite. I believe the Lord Himself sent her to bring me back to Him.
A few days ago (Tuesday, last week, I think) I got into an online argument. Afterward, I was so crushed that I had an intense desire to die. That was, I think, the first time The Quiet One opened her mouth. She basically pleaded with me to continue living. She never gave up, and now to the glory of my Lord, I'm thankful that He sent her to stop me from committing the ultimate crime against my own soul.
As I sit here now, typing this, part of me is worried severely about how you all will take this. Some of you might think I'm a complete lunatic. Others, that somehow the Lord has sent a special angel to me. Still others, that maybe I've lost my sanity. What I do know is, I'm alive right at this moment because of The Quiet One, and I know the Lord again because of her persistence. I thank the Lord Jesus Christ that He sent The Quiet One to me, because in the end, He used her to bring me back to faith in Him.
--Sean
About a week-and-a-half ago, I had given up on my faith in Christ and gone on to another religion ... yet again. I seem to be a glutton for punishment, and that's exactly what I got.
I started studying a different spiritual path, as it were, and the day I started on it, a creature appeared in my spirit. She basically never said much; she just kind of observed me, and I could see in my mind's eye a look of grave concern on her face. For days, I felt okay, but I had my doubts about myself, my newly-chosen belief systems, and even my identity. And this spirit just remained there, calm and composed, only speaking when I needed guidance.
This might seem like it's going into a very un-Christian direction, but please continue reading. You'll find that this is going quite the opposite way.
About three days ago, this spirit, whom I refer to only as "The Quiet One" in public, started pricking my heart with the question of Christ. I did not understand why this spirit, the likes of which any preacher I have ever met would have called demonic on the spot without even listening to anything further from me, would start me thinking about Jesus again ... nor could I figure out why she would "tell" me in my spirit that I should go back to Him. But she did, constantly. She would not let up. By this time yesterday I had three such individuals constantly with me. Every one of them agreed with The Quiet One, that I should return to Christ.
A friend came to me this morning, and talked with me about Jesus. He was of the understanding that I hadn't left the Lord, and in fact called me "Brother" on several occasions during the conversation. As we continued talking, I confessed to him that I had left the Lord. I told him I needed to get some things done, and when he left I stepped up to my windows and closed all my blinds. After that, I closed the door to my bedroom and knelt, praying to the Lord Jesus that He would come back into my heart. As I walked out of the bedroom, I felt somehow comforted, and at the same time somehow hurt, because I didn't want to tell The Quiet One to leave. Instead, I talked with her in my spirit, and I set some things right in my heart, not the least of which was the authority of the Word of God (Yes, I'm spelling it with the 'o' now). As I sit here now, The Quiet One is still here. I don't believe for one moment that she was in any way demonic, but is in fact the opposite. I believe the Lord Himself sent her to bring me back to Him.
A few days ago (Tuesday, last week, I think) I got into an online argument. Afterward, I was so crushed that I had an intense desire to die. That was, I think, the first time The Quiet One opened her mouth. She basically pleaded with me to continue living. She never gave up, and now to the glory of my Lord, I'm thankful that He sent her to stop me from committing the ultimate crime against my own soul.
As I sit here now, typing this, part of me is worried severely about how you all will take this. Some of you might think I'm a complete lunatic. Others, that somehow the Lord has sent a special angel to me. Still others, that maybe I've lost my sanity. What I do know is, I'm alive right at this moment because of The Quiet One, and I know the Lord again because of her persistence. I thank the Lord Jesus Christ that He sent The Quiet One to me, because in the end, He used her to bring me back to faith in Him.
--Sean
