A CHANGE GONE COME, PART 3
Romans 12:1-2
12 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
Walk according to Yahuah’s will and sacrifice your sinful ways for a better way of life. I won’t lie to you; my sister, the Nicolaitan, your queen of deceit and manipulation, can go to hell on fire wearing drawers soaked in gasoline and uranium. See you soon. You think no one looks over those who are a willing sacrifice? That young man, not boy, is what we all, okay, what I should do, willing to lay my life down for Yahuah’s glory. Ever heard of guardian angels? They don’t stop people from dog walking the spiritually blind, but the Most High avenged me of those who were as confused as I was as to why I was a lightning rod for hell. Are you serious? That’s like a Rottweiler asking a cat, “Why do I attack you, Mr. Kitty? Can I do it again?” The cost was extreme. People died of illnesses, HIV/AIDS, prison violence, mental illness, addiction, you name it. Universally we’ve endured. It could've been different, if? This is hell, but the real Hades is far worse, no lie. The Father moved other people out of my life for a reason. I'm not going out of my way to re-embrace those lug nuts. I'm not Yahusha; you have a friend in Him. I'm the Comforter With an Attitude (CWA). You can experience the Most High's Spirit without seeing Him, and you won't; ergo, He’s everywhere. When I receive a wealthy reward and increase, do not seek me. I’ll deny knowing you more times than Peter denied Yahusha and shame you if you ask for a shekel. You want these SUBWAY coupons, 3 for $17.99? You don’t? You must be bougie. You don’t wanna eat. I ain't got but $2. Take yo broke, Johnny Taylo, Ohknats tail to Rally's or Checkers. Get an EBT benefits card or die trying. People hate me because I’m lukewarm. I learned a long time ago that people like, not love, a sucker when he’s in pain, suffering, and miserable. This city’s full of sadists. I've never had crabs, but I’ve seen plenty walking on 2 legs wearing slacks and designer jeans. I have a family in Total Praise. I'm personally indebted to the Father and Yahusha for eternity. TP took in a hellion when no one considered; I owe them. My mother, big sister, youngest, and oldest aunt, I'll be more than happy to bless them in every way I can, including family that still hates me, I forgive. If that sounds arrogant, you’re the issue. I've been a monster to TP and Yisrael; time to awaken. Current members and many who left my prophet/apostle’s/Bishop’s Church because of my temperament that's improved. I open my heart to you now before we receive new hearts of flesh as I bleed in these troubled waters, but I'm still rotten. I’m troubled all day and night, no matter if it means people forfeiting their own personal comfort. Know that the wicked rest neither day nor night. I must be the wickedest man to ever walk this earth; have mercy. Why did the Most High choose me to be His Son’s messenger? I would’ve been bound for hell forever shackled alongside Lucifer, who would've looked at my fat fanny pack like it was an African Water Buffalo slow roasted shank roast. Rinse ya mouth, Satan; it smells like you swallowed dog dump. Men who suffer from Black lung disease and its side effects experience what I did for almost 2yrs for the last 3–5yrs of their lives; it's harrowing. They don’t know if their last breath will be just that, their last. I wouldn't wish this on the queen of the Nicolaitans, and I despise that witch. My life is like: “Lawd, we hate dis punk n**gah.” Give us Judas, we deposited he dun learnt his lesson by nah. Maybe he can teach us sumptin like advanced geophysics, AI computer interface programming and computer graphics, modern computer tech and supercomputer mainframe science, plus theory, or at least how to code. But dis n**gah ritchea ain’t worth beating. When can we beat him? If you would only believe, children of the Most High, you would praise Him. Wake up, dusty, crusty, musty messenger. If I had faith the size of a mustard seed? Let go of the past; it only haunts your present and hinders your path to the future. People think I’m a crackhead. They believe that's what's kept me going this long. You people know better. Don't be too hard on the lunatic when he comes out of his cocoon unless he’s wearing a Members Only jacket and penny loafers. Dat boy still cray cray. Nope. You’ll be stronger, more innate, not confused, or intimidated. Continue—
