From Christianity to The Way Part 1

I grew up in what the majority of the world would consider the most sound and true religion ever. I mean, what religious faith could compare to the wonderful teachings of Christianity? It teaches sacrifice, holiness and love. I truly thought that at the age of 13 I had made the best decision for myself and more importantly for my soul. Over the years as I continued to grow in my faith I realized that I just was not getting any deeper. Sure I loved God more as the years progressed and I desired holiness but I never felt filled. My cup was still dry. It did not run over. You see, there were sporadic moments in my walk. Times when I prophesied. Times when I spoke in tongues. Times when I had dreams and revelations of things that presently were and things that were to come. A lot of the time it was because there was a need and God allowed it to happen, other times it was because there was such a spiritual pressure and hype that was based on a contagious frenzy. You know, kind of like if one person starts to yawn you start to do it too. It was not the spirit of God. It was like a wind. Where one moment we’d have to wind up the atmosphere and something would happened and other times we’d wind of the atmosphere and it was still dead and dry. How could this be? I mean I know for me my expectations from the previous Sunday remained the same to the next. I didn’t go to the club. I didn’t stop praying. I didn’t seek glory for myself. I just wanted to have an encounter with God. I had heard all the sermons before. People would come and go. Preachers would preach till the pulpit would shed tears but things still stayed the same. I finally realized….God was not there.