The challenge of apostasy:”I got kicked out of church”
We were ecstatic to say the least, when we joined the Lakeland Revelatory Ministries. During our first visit, the young pastor prophesied to my wife and me about ministry, and God’s calling to help his church. He especially prophesied to me about my apostolic calling which was confirmation to my wife and oldest daughter that this pastor was”for real.”
We wanted to share our marriage ministries gifts and fellowship with a new wonderful group of believers. We hadn’t been attending a main church for a while, so this was a welcomed change. The pastor was young and it did seem(seem being the operative word)to have a heart to serve people. Little did we know that we would be led down a dark and dirty alley of control, manipulation and deceit.
It started almost immediately after we joined the church. Several times after I had spoken an anointed word in the church, my wife and I noticed that the pastor appeared to be jealous and offended. Then, during the next several months he would use opportunities during several bible studies and ministry functions to point out flaws that he thought I had.
But the real crazy thing that he did was to hint to my wife on several occasions that we could work with her and not with me. Now that really got me mad . . . I mean really mad!When you try to separate and break up a family to satisfy your craving for control, then I know you’re from the pit of hell!When Kim told me that the pastor said”We want you in our church, we don’t want your husband,”it was time to fight(no, no not literally). I asked the pastor for a meeting. Of course, he declined and avoided meeting me.
I told another brother in the church about the dilemma, and he invited me to a men’s meeting that the pastor would be attending. I jumped for the opportunity, hoping to talk with the pastor about my grievance. Lo and behold, it was an ambush of the fourth kind.
By the time I entered the service, they ware already in the midst of a Bible study session so I joined in and proceeded to add my two cents to a lively group discussion. I didn’t get to say much. As soon I began to talk, I heard a voice from the pulpit,”You only have five minutes left.”When I tried to elaborate more because I was feeling the inspiration, again a voice from the pulpit,”You only have 40 seconds.”Before I could say another word,”Time’s up for the individual discussions, every one come to the front.”