From Christianity to The Way Part 2

If God wasn’t in the church then where was he? I had gone into my secret place praying and asking God to reveal himself to me. I needed to know who he was and if he was real. After crying and feeling broken and defeated I heard a small voice whisper to me…”Yahuah.” I thought “Yahuah? Yahuah. Yahuah!” I had a rollercoaster of emotions. I had never heard this name before and I was taken aback. I was saying in my mind, “how could this be your name? Where was it hiding all this time?” I quickly ran to the Bible and flipped through all the pages. I could not find this name anywhere. All that popped out was God, Lord, and Lord God. Where was the name of God? Why had it been replaced with lowly and common titles with a capital first letter as if to give it great emphasis? When I tell you I was bothered…boy, oh boy was I bothered. It quickly dawned on me that there was a cover-up. Somebody did not want me to know the name of God and took very intentional steps to successfully make it happen. I mean, imagine having a mother and not knowing her name. You live with her and have had encounters with her your whole life but you do not know her name. Wouldn’t that indicate distance or a lack of familiarity? Yet, this is what has happened with God whom we say we worship and love. How can we not know the name of the one we worship and believe in? It makes no sense. Do you think the prince would have to go and see who the glass slipper fit if he knew the name to whom it belonged? Those who say his name does not matter, although they do not know it, show how shallow thier love for him really is. How could his name not matter when he knows your name? I continued to spend time in the secret place praying and seeking the face of this Yahuah and again I heard a voice say “dwell here with me and I will teach you. I will instruct you in the way that you should go. I will guide you with my eye.” I held on to this word and I continued with Yahuah in my journey.