The Faith 101 (Edited by ChatGPT)

  

What is the faith? I believe the right faith is my faith. Against all humanity and against every culture and tradition of religion and religious groups, my point is: this is the only true faith there is — the faith. I do know many faithful who live for God, but they often lack such clarity. Many die for the faith, but when they produce fruit they do not try to replicate themselves; instead they build the faith into Judeo-Christian Protestant culture.

 

If I observe theology, I know the counter-argument: “Who do you think you are to claim that of all the people who have had faith for 2,000 years, you alone have the truth, the true faith?” Education is a dangerous thing, and the way theologians are mass-produced in such naïve philosophical environments can produce all the heresies of this age and the past. Every heretical abomination of this age has a theological school behind it, after all. Going to the main point — anyone who is not from theology will laugh at this — but school is a box. It would not be wise to answer such naivety, but just for the sake of a joke the answer is, “I am special and custom made.”

 

What is my faith — the faith? True faith is the faith of Jesus and his disciples. The end of faith is to be in the image of Jesus — not only in power, which every foolish person loves — but in life and character. The perfect life is the life lived by Jesus. To live and die for the gospel is to have no attachment to the earth: no family, no house, no business, no luggage, no wealth of this world — but to go from town to town and village to village to preach the gospel, to live a holy life, to produce disciples of the Lord who follow in his footsteps, to suffer and then die for the faith if necessary. This is selling everything and buying the land. This is paying all you have to gain the most valuable jewel — salvation and the kingdom of heaven. The disciples of the Lord were that.

 

That is the true faith. That is our being and what we are becoming — to that identity. Let us not idealize our fallen state; let us idealize the best in faith. This will make us hungry for the Holy Spirit and for spiritual growth, while being obedient to the will of God. Our mindset will be an apologetic mindset for not being faithful enough rather than an arrogant mindset for doing less than what is expected. When you give 10% or 20% of your life, you should be sorry and apologetic to God, saying, “I am sorry, God, but I will do better next time,” while the foolish average Protestant will be proud and say, “unlike those sinners …”.

 

I know denominational infants will cry, “We are saved by grace,” and I have seen such kids running wild on social media, being sync in spirit. But did they not teach you that infants do not speak when adults are talking? This is adult talk — shut your mouth, infant. Did not your parents raise you right? When adults talk, infants do not speak. There is an age when you leave coke and cookie behind; now be an infant and do not talk in the middle of adults.

 

Going to the main point — we need not only to accept Jesus as Lord, but to be dead to the world and for the world to be dead to us, to crucify ourselves on the cross, to be born of the Spirit, and to have complete obedience of faith so we live by the will of the Holy Spirit rather than our own will. Now we are born again, but Jesus becomes the honorable and very firm nail in our home, and instead of leaving behind the world, we hang on Him all our earthly desires — national politics, wealth, health, dominance, and every petty earthly issue — as though these were the will of God. By doing so, we still crucify Jesus on the wall, we still spit on Him, we still insult Him, we still dress Him in red, and we still despise the Lord. We need to stop it, dears.

 

We are not the right faithful — Peter is, Paul is, John is, and countless nameless and faceless soldiers who work and die for the Lord without any human recognition are. That pure faith — the faith — is diluted by the dirt water of the devil, and its cumulative outcome is the dead religions: Catholic and Orthodox. Nobody in those dead religions is faithful, nobody. All are going to hell fire, unless God has reason to save some — who knows the mind of God. However, by law all are going to hell, though God is the final judge.

 

So the Protestant moment is a journey from death to life. Every foolish denomination thinks that it alone has the truth. Dear ones, many giants also taught many giant heresies. Luther is a giant, as Calvin and Wesley are, but all have their own giant heresy here and there. I am sure none of them look like Jesus. We live as faithful by rejecting dead religions, but we have to kill the flesh on the cross and let the Holy Spirit grow us into the image of Jesus.

 

God is taking us from one step to the next to purify us, but the denominations at the bottom are trying to box faith by their theology. Jesus is the limit, not denominations. Unless the faithful grow into the image of Jesus, in life and word, we will be branches cut from the tree and we will not produce the right fruit. See the downfall of the faith — the wrong tree produces the wrong fruit, and what do you expect otherwise? Change the tree to pure Jesus and you will harvest abundantly.

 

My faith is that I accept many who are born again and led by the Holy Spirit, but they must grow into the image of Jesus. If you do not like my theology, just know I also feel like vomiting when I have to drink your theology — you are neither warm nor cold and not good for my health either.

 

Dears, Cain and Abel made their sacrifice to God. Make your sacrifice to God and I am doing mine, but never ever try to say there is communality between us afterwards. Then God will decide whom to favor and whom to ignore. So let us leave the judgment to God. Either your staff or my staff, either your fire or my fire, either your snakes or my snake, either your rain or my rain — God holds all in his hand. Let God choose his servant. But remember: at that time, we are not on the same side of God.

 

The dumb kid runs around, making noise, loud trumpets, big celebrations, horse chariots, generals and religious leaders at hand, and they shout, “Long live the king,” to plant their kingdom in the minds of people. The wise Solomon looks up to heaven and asks, “What is your will, God?” to know what kind of tree God is planting this time. They shout because that is what they have; we are quiet because what we have is God.