Jesus Worship Is Fornication
Make no mistake. Prior to her, now a masculine-spirit-being king, the first Christ was one flesh in union with the true God as His wife and creative partner prior to her death. She gave her life on earth as a son of the true God while walking among the remnant of Israel that had returned to the promised land from exile years earlier. This Christ, Jesus, a man worshiped the true God. Many prayers to the true God, father of the Christ, are recorded in the gospel.
Worshiping Jesus breaks the heart of Jesus and the true God. The humanity that Jesus died for and God's loosing His beloved wife for, is now making Jesus the subject of Satan's false religion machine. Praying to Jesus is fornication, and will not empower you to accomplish any of the righteous goals you are seeking. (mac's mistake was thinking, that because you were all after taking the righteous reward you wanted to do -- and were in some way even doing -- the deeds that begat the righteous reward. Then she learned you were just robbing Heaven. And you built a Ba'al, you dumb fucks.)
You will find many scapegoats in the consoling words of a Jesus worshiping preacher as you stand before him explaining how your penis jumped out of its pants and spontaneously produced human life at a concert. Because, you see, that preacher had no better success in keeping his penis in his pants either, and had more money than you to pay off her parents, and have an abortion. "I hate predatory assault," says the true God, Father of humanity.
To fight Satan, creator of every possible position of fornication, you must pray to the true God in "Jesus name!" (Satan defined fornication at her beginning. And she ends with death.) Pray to the true God in Jesus name, try it. You may have the habit of praying to God in "Jesus name." Now, you are speaking, so is that God or god? "THINK GOD" is perversion. "THINK GOD" fails to acknowledge the Christ. "GOD IS GOOD" is a blasphemy against God who is the only teacher of good.
The true God asks, do this, think of love, justice, wisdom, and power. Balanced and perfect are My attributes. Then realize that I am Love, not the sins of the heart, pure love. I live and exist, and am incapable of being destroyed, and I Am the true God. With this thought, begin your next prayer to resist fornication and watch how you will feel as My will is done in your life. Then after you have shared much about your needs and desires, and I want to hear this, close your prayer in "Jesus name."
If you find yourself faltering throughout the day, and into the evening, when a feeling of isolation may be settling on you, just pray again that you resist fornication in "Jesus name." Just a few words each time. But let us have a daily prayer. This is the act of worship you are starting with. Pray to me, the true God, to show you are My sheep.
And of course, this is voluntary. Sweet Pea (mac) was drafted. (It took 28 years for her to answer My letter.) She does not always realize others choose to die. She writes in the now (living there, too). In person she is like Paul, willing to listen to just about any drivel someone unloads on her. Recently she fielded, "We are all just taking different paths to the same place." She listened to that crap the other day with a dumb grin on her face. I took away her ability to vomit. (She has some real sea legs.) Understand this My sheep, worship Me and direct your prayers to Me, the true God, in "Jesus name." There are many paths to death.
The path to death is the broad road of gospel fame. Think of the broad road as starting at the port of San Diego, terminating at Ellis Island and 800 miles deep in its middle. Think of the path to life as traveling the I-90 in October. One highway, get it? Can everyone travel that interstate? Yep, Mine they can. But you don't need one lick of assistance staying on that broad road. There are so many choices. Now, in case you have an aversion to route 66, Sweet Pea takes it quite often. That My sheep is what is known as an illustration.
If you take I-8 just make sure your car can take that California desert. If you have noticed, Sweet Pea writes with some strong words, like Paul. She is spelling and grammar challenged. (It is the math brain in her.) She will keep working on that! Because I Am not challenged in communication in any language. If you choose to speak to Me in Klingon, you had better have a damn good reason, earthling.