Re: The Living Word Fellowship, The Walk, John Robert Stevens
Date: December 14, 2015 02:53AM
After reading nearly all the posts on this site, I now feel ready to make a declaration about myself to the group.
As background, I can't remember a time when I wasn't aware of God in my life.I I started reading the KJV of the Bible when I was 4 years old. My intention was to start with Genesis and work my way to Revelations. I really got bogged down in the begats. I wasn't allowed to attend church, because my family was agnostic. So I would sneak out and go anyway. I loved looking at the communion table and was mesmerized by "Do Ye This In Remembrance Of Me" carved into it. I wasn't allowed to take communion (I didn't know what it was) because I wasn't baptized. When I asked to be, my grandmother punished me and told me I wasn't allowed to go back. But that didn't stop me. From 4-12, I listened to story after story from the Bible and loved it all.
I had no father figure in my family. So I was taken to sitting in a tree near school everyday and talk to God about my day. I felt like I was sitting on His lap. And I could feel Him answering me and guiding me and making me feel safe.
Eventually my grandmother died (when I was 13), and I joined a Presbyterian church one of my friends went to. By 18, I was elected at elder and taught the Adult Education classes. They even allowed me to give a sermon on Youth Sunday, and I did on Sunday Christians. The pastor had to make me soften it so as not to completely empty the church. HA!
When I was 16 was when I first attended a LW service. I liked the feel of the strangeness and the energy and the youth of the place. But I still was attending the Presbyterian church. After a couple of years I stopped going. I knew they were praying for my soul and eventual return, but I felt I had outgrown them. When I told the LW pastor I had been elected an elder, he laughed and said "That shows you how wrong organized religion is!" So I stopped going to the LW church.
Two years after that, I felt drawn to go back. Wow, the place had grown from a handful of people to hundreds. The worship made me cried. I felt like I was home. So I stayed, moved into a communal home and two years later moved to L.A. to be under Brother Stevens. I believed that I had found the church that was in line with my relationship with God! That is why I stayed! I prophesied, sang psalms, worked at TLW, went to Shiloh, the whole ball of wax. And always I weighed everything against my relationship with God, my understanding of the Scriptures, what my internal plumbline told me. When some spoke of cults, I said I was too smart to belong to one.
But slowly, I started feeling restrained, muzzled, oppressed, ignored, marginalized. Yet I reminded myself that these were just men, and God would protect me. Started taking things with a grain of salt. By 2003, I could no longer live choked up an imprisoned. So I left. I was immediately shunned and the 30+ years of relationships, standing shoulder to shoulder in the trenches, and all the years of service were wiped out as though I didn't exist. In just a snap of their fingers.
I can now admit that I was in a cult. I didn't think it possible since it had all seemed so completely in line with my personal walk with God. But, I continued to stay anyway after it veered in another direction. I would say JRS' death was the first indicator -- not because there wasn't reserection life, but because I lost my friend. I wanted to stay to continue supporting his Word. But I was chained.
My walk with God has not suffered. But I will never join another church. I was fine without one for a lot of life, and I'm fine without it again. I don't want to be aligned anymore with a group who wants to use me. I don't want to minister to anyone anymore. And I don't have the energy or drive to be a point man or work horse or Atlas to steam someone else's vision. It's enough that I take care of me, to continue a moment by moment relationship with my Father.
So, that's me with a little PTSD thrown in for seasoning. Thanks for reading.