Are You God’s Friend or his Customer?

I was praying this morning, and God showed me some things that will be extremely helpful.

My wife is always telling people that Christianity is not “transactional.” What a great way to put it. She has been trying to help an Indian friend understand this. He tells her about all the things he has done for God, and he wonders why things aren’t going better for him. She says Hinduism is transactional, and he has brought the Hindu mindset to Christianity.

Generally, around the globe, the forms of Christianity churches teach are transactional and therefore corrupt. Do this, stop doing that, and God will bless you and give you salvation.

This isn’t real Christianity. It’s the way pre-Messianic Judaism, Islam, and just about all the pagan religions work. Burn baby son alive at altar; get social credit and wealth. Cut off finger; get more help from voodoo spirits. Pay to put in football field at Catholic high school; get dad the whoremonger out of a part of hell that doesn’t really exist.

There is no one in purgatory, because it’s a fictional place, like Portland or Seattle. Oh, wait. Those places are real. It’s just hard to believe. Okay, let’s say Oz or Pandora.

Jews tell Gentiles–even Christians–they can get into heaven by obeying the seven Noahide laws, which, of course, are not in the Bible and not even a little bit valid. Transactional. Quid pro quo.

If it’s not about what you do for God, what is it about?

Pre-crucifixion Judaism was pretty transactional. There were a whole lot of laws to obey. This included the sacrificial system, which made the temple a place of continual butchering and roasting. It must have smelled wonderful.

Before the crucifixion, Jews generally didn’t know the Holy Spirit. God put his Spirit on a few here and there, and he didn’t rest in them all the time. The Jews had prophets and so on, but they were unusual.

Back then, Jews were not required to know God personally or exhibit the presence of his Spirit. They had to obey the rules, try to be good, and rely on sacrifices to get them past their failures.

After the crucifixion (after the first Shavuot–which we call Pentecost–following the crucifixion), Christians were fully expected to have the Holy Spirit live in them. Every Christian. All were supposed to know God personally, speak in tongues, receive revelation instead of relying on corrupt denominational doctrine, operate in the fruit and gifts of the Spirit, and so on.

The Holy Spirit is not an “it.” He is a person. We know “he” is appropriate, because the Holy Spirit inseminated a woman. Under pressure from Satan’s feminism, some churches have decided to claim the Holy Spirit is the feminine side of God, but that’s just misandry. No human woman can nurture like God, and God is male.

If he weren’t male, he wouldn’t have a bride.

I know the Holy Spirit. For that matter, I know Yeshua. I can’t summon Yeshua and have him come over for barbecue, but he came to me twice that I know of for certain, and the Holy Spirit’s presence is on me all the time, sometimes in an overpowering way and sometimes in a quiet, unintrusive way, like an engine at idle.

Sadly for me, knowing the Holy Spirit hasn’t instantly transformed me into a good person. The Bible compares God to a farmer and a potter; people whose work takes time to produce results. God keeps giving me correction over time, and the more time I spend with him, the faster the process goes.

I haven’t become perfect, but I really do hear from God all the time, and I get prophetic dreams. I receive miracles. I get special, generous, gentle treatment when other people who don’t listen to God have problems. For example, I had a blast in 2020, when everyone else was miserable. I loved that year.

Every year since then has been great, too, although these were years when the suffering of humanity was not as great as it was in 2020, so the contrast is not as stark.

Even though I know the Holy Spirit and believe in being blessed by grace, not as payment for services rendered, my relationship with God has continued to be somewhat transactional. It has been motivated partly by the knowledge that God does great things for me and saves me from horrible suffering. I should be motivated mainly by my love for God as a person; for his personality.

I have a wife. She does things for me, but not all that much. It’s not like she pays my bills or bakes me a cake every day. It’s unusual for me to ask her to do anything for me. I do more for her than she does for me. She says so herself, so stifle your feminist comments.

Taking her on increased my burdens a lot. I spend a lot on her. I have to consider her when I make plans and do things. Sometimes I have to wait a long time to get in the shower. I can’t always eat what I want, because she can’t stand some things I love. She rearranged my kitchen, which I had set up just the way I wanted it. She comes to me with her relatives’ problems.

I still love my wife. I want her to stay. I consider her a great gift. I don’t add up what we do for each other, compare, go to her, and complain. I’m very happy with our situation. Seems like I have a better attitude toward her than I do toward God, who has saved me from hell and set me aside from much of the misery other people endure.

The other day, God gave me a revelation of favor. He showed me that his attitude toward me was that of a father toward a favorite son.

We do more for our favorites. We give them much more slack; when they act up, they get reduced punishments or no punishment. The others get less from us. We just plain like our favorites better. We click with them. We want to do things for them, even when they’re out of line.

This revelation changed my life. It made it much easier for me to believe God would do things for me in spite of my past and ongoing sins. If I do something bad, I’m still his favorite. It’s just a bump in the road, to be driven past and forgotten. He’s not going to stop doing things for me, and he is also not going to stop battling my enemies.

We become furious at anyone who threatens a favorite. In that respect, we take after God. For example, the Bible says anyone who harms the Jews touches the pupil of God’s eye.

It’s not about my goodness, which barely exists. It’s about my status as his son, which Yeshua bought for me. I plead the blood of Yeshua as the basis for forgiveness and entry into the family of God, and God puts me in the VIP section. God bought me a relationship with him. He bought it from himself.

I am a favorite because God loves me, not because I build orphanages, give Kenneth Copeland Swiss watches, mention Yeshua sometimes while arguing with college students and being paid a king’s ransom, or walk to counterfeit Catholic shrines on my knees.

I should love God not because of what he does for me, but because he is the kind of person who does such things. I should love his personality and want to be with him just as I like being with friends.

We are told the dead surround God in heaven and praise him. They have nothing to gain from it, so why are they doing it? It has to be because they love him for what he is.

No one has to pay me to pick up my baby son or be with my wife. No one has to pay me to visit my friends.

When I get revelation, I always ask, “Why doesn’t anyone teach this?” Churches don’t teach it because the church was corrupted about two millennia ago. The ambitious people defeated the Spirit-led people, or, rather, they rejected them and the one who sent them. The Spirit-led continued to lead victorious lives and went on to heaven, and the ambitious people landed in hell, where they are to this day.

Revelation reminds me that “gospel” means “good news.” When you really know what God is up to, you realize it’s fantastic news. Being told you will go to heaven if you raise your hand for Joel Osteen, but that you shouldn’t expect to know God personally here on Earth, is not the kind of good news that makes people shout. Being told you have to sit through masses, bored to the edge of death, while effeminate old men mumble in Latin, and that this might eventually save you from hell, is not that kind of good news, either.

You can know God personally, and although you may be stuck here for a few decades, he will be with you, defeat your enemies, fill you with blessings, and let you feel his love and peace. You will know him as the best, most loving father there is, and not an absentee father.

The other night, my wife and I were talking, and we kept talking about how indispensable the Holy Spirit is. Every one of us is supposed to be taught by him directly, and only he keeps us from error. The vast majority of Christians reject him, and they believe any lie a crooked old pope or TV evangelist tells them.

Candace Owens and Tucker Carlson are great examples of carnal people who claim to be Christians and even to be doing God’s work, yet who are enemies of Yeshua. They are hostile to the Jews. Yeshua is the king of the Jews. It wasn’t just a derisive joke the Romans made. The Bible actually calls him “Israel.” Owens and Carlson are against the king’s subjects, so they are against the king.

America is full of Christians who insist opposing sodomy is unchristian. It’s full of Christians who think God loves socialism, which has been used to separate people from Yeshua and even the awareness of his existence all over the world. People can believe any stupid thing if they don’t know the Holy Spirit personally, and they do.

You can’t succeed with two-thirds of God.

Your pastor is almost certainly teaching you garbage along with the truth, and you need to learn directly from God so that when your pastor goes down, you will still be standing.