I was raised a Christian from 2 years old. One of my earliest memories is going to church with my older half brother on a school bus that went around and picked up children for Sunday school. Growing up I didn’t have the best influences surrounding me. My mom moved us into a beach house with people who grew and sold marijuana and did cocaine. These people were supposedly Christians. In fact, most of the people around me claimed to me Christians, even though they married multiple times, were into drugs and booze, watched unclean movies, listened to raunchy music and sometimes spoke like sailors. I was exposed to a lot of things a child should never be, let alone adults.

At the age of 13 I told my mom I didn’t want to go to church anymore. It seemed to me that the religion aspect of Christianity was all for show, an attempt at looking like a good person. I had questions that no one could answer and so I looked elsewhere, first to Taoism and Eastern mysticism, then witchcraft, and then Crowlian chaos magick. I studied feng shui (flying stars) and practiced yoga.

Over the coarse of the next 27 years I committed every sin in the book. Abortion (which is murder), adultery (defiling the sanctity of marriage), idolatry (communing with spirits), spellcasting, divination (tarot and I Ching)… I sought every pleasure and every depth of meaning I could find in the vast experiences this life had to offer. Nothing ever satisfied, and I found after much time that I had come no closer to the truth than I had been when I was an empty Christian.

I always had this sticky feeling that there was something seriously wrong with the world, but I could never quite figure out what exactly it was. I thought that humanity was making progress, getting closer and closer to figuring out how to live right on this planet. I believed we needed to fight human-caused climate change. I believed we needed to unite the world under one banner and all be one. I was a humanist. A liberal. And I believed the satanic rule: Do what thou wilst shall be the whole of the law. I was a walking contradiction, and eventually I could no longer live with myself.

I wanted to leave this world. I was alone, empty and had no hope. I dreamed of ways I could go out with a bang, so-to-speak, make a spectacle of myself. One night I was on the phone with my cousin and she told me I needed to get on my knees and pray to Jesus right then and there. I did, and He answered in ways that I never expected. He turned my life around and let me know He was there for me.

After realizing my whole life was built on lies I went on a bit of a sabbatical, if you will. On the phone with a friend one day, whom I had been in a rock band with previously, he told me he was a Christian. I was surprised because he never mentioned it before. We both occasionally talked about conspiracy theories and some of them made sense to me. After confessing to him I didn’t know what to believe anymore, he asked me if I wanted to know the truth about why this world is so messed up. I said yes, and he told me, “Because the world is run by satantists.”

I laughed, but he was serious. He explained to me a little bit about the Freemasons, Zionism, various mass deceptions that have taken place, and pointed me in a few directions to start exploring these subjects on my own. Boy was I in for it.

I didn’t really jump in head first, though. God was working on me, but hadn’t quite reached me yet. This friend recommended I read a book by an author named Joseph Herrin called The Mark of the Beast. I read it but wasn’t really moved by it that much. I mean, yeah, I understood the symbolism and it made sense, but it did nothing to establish any faith in me, or change my heart.

Then a few months later I decided for some reason to read another one of Joseph’s books called Foundations. I recall sitting at work one afternoon reading it, bored because I had automated my job with Excel macros and had nothing to do. I reached the second and third chapters of that book and remember coming to the realization that tears were streaming down my face. I wasn’t sobbing or anything. It just hit me like a ton of bricks. Bricks that were warm pillows, if that makes any sense. What I just read changed my life. Joseph explained to me who the Son of God was in a way I never heard before, and in a way I just somehow knew was true.

I liken this time of my life to “God dropping a truth bomb on me.” Seriously, one thing after another. He showed me how wretched a man I was. He showed me every lie I believed. He tore my house of cards down and rebuilt me from the ground up. He brought me to my knees and led me out of Babylon.

I read all of Joseph’s books and read the entire bible in one year flat. I invested in bible study software and began digging in for myself, deeply, in prayer. I NEEDED to understand this newfound faith that was given to me. I was absolutely starving for more and more so I could draw nearer to Yahshua.

During this time, God revealed to me just how much the church had strayed from His narrow path of life, not just in their lifestyles, but by believing false doctrines like the Rapture, Eternal Damnation, blind support for Israel, the inerrancy of the Bible, and even the redefining of the Trinity. He showed me how many denominations and church cultures had built echo chambers of traditions that were far from what was taught to the disciples He chose. Churches were like social clubs propagating confirmation bias and group think.

I sought to become a part of a church a few times, but each attempt left me disappointed. I didn’t sense the same Spirit there that was in me. I would wind up alienating myself by trying to share the truth I knew with others. If offended them. At one point I became a heretic to them, but because they wanted to be longsuffering and patient they “bore with me.” I said that I felt alone surrounded by hundreds of believers. It was frustrating and heartbreaking to not be able to share my faith with others in a way that edified them and me. So I again stopped going to church.

They told me I “need the accountability of a church body,” but how would you hold me accountable when you yourselves are adopting New Age and false doctrines? Should I let myself be held to that low standard? Should I compromise for the sake of peace and safety? I can’t. Sometimes, if you love someone, you have to let them go, right? God does the same with us. He gives us over to the things we commit our hearts to, like the prodigal son, sometimes to our own detriment. He even blesses us in our pursuits, whether it His will for us or not. I learned a lot about how God’s love works while seeking to be a part of a church. Be careful what you ask for, because you might just get it.

I often wonder why when a person seeks greater and greater holiness and desires to share that experience with others they are labeled as holier-than-thou. People say that you think you are better than them. Well, let me ask you this then: Is seeking holiness better than not? I suspect that people usually flip it around on you because deep down, they know they aren’t even trying.

In the midst of this journey God put me on, I was called to “march forth.” It is the reason I published this website. I’ve had many friends and acquaintances come and go over the last 11 years because of vehement disagreements. I’m not an isolationist. I seek to share my testimony with others, but when they are committing great error I can’t sit idly by and watch them walk down the path I already walked, or one similar. Agreeing with everyone is impossible, but Christ’s apostle bid us to be of one mind, and to contend for the faith, to keep the gospel pure and fight against corruption. All the people I admire in history did this. Yahshua, Paul, the two Johns, Stephen, Jude, Peter, Samuel, Moses, Noah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and all the prophets. The early church fathers like Tertullian and Iraneus. I seek to imitate them as they imitated Christ. We were told that we would suffer just as Christ did for walking this path. Being a Christian is no cake walk. It is the hardest thing you will ever do in a world vying for your soul.

So I extend an invitation to you, brothers and sisters, that we who have a sincere and earnest desire for the truth and love of God to share it with each other, in edification and exhortation, as the Bereans did, who searched the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so. And as always, let us remain steadfast in prayer, always seeking the Spirit in all things good and holy.

Your brother in Christ,

George Young

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