What’s the difference between my view of God and how I comprehend His will compared to traditional religious approaches? I build it all from my own experience—skeptical of anything that’s just ‘someone told, wrote, saw, read,’ even if that someone’s a big-shot leader, mega-church founder, high-ranking priest, super-holy monk, gospel writer, or whatever. It’s got to come straight through me—no middlemen. If I’m a child of God, I should hear and know my Father directly. The Bible’s got recipes for it—I’ve tested them, tweaked them, made my own. After I had to ditch one religious group, I went hunting for something else—a crutch to match my views and hold what I’ve been through. Nothing clicked. I didn’t just skim websites, watch videos, or lurk in forums—I hit up a bunch in person. Nowhere put that ‘God-child’ bond first—always hierarchy instead, leaders and small group heads lording over the rest. None seemed thirsty to dig deeper into God or push further. What fuels their confidence—rank, knowing Genesis to Revelation cold, or some real-deal edge? Even if they’ve got it, have they tapped the deepest level—no questions left, no doubts gnawing? Wiping my old religion clean wasn’t easy—felt like I was abandoning something massive: faith, a tribe I called brothers and sisters—my crew—despite rejecting what they stood for. What kept me steady was my own run-in with God—pure, unfiltered. Lost on what to trust, I leaned hard into Him—let Him sort it out, guide me straight. I prayed deep, begging Him to send whoever—angels, Jesus—to lay it out, show me right from wrong from scratch—no texts, no opinions, just truth. At first, I just knew leaving was right; I didn’t expect Him to teach me Himself, but that’s where it went. Can you picture a guy—empty inside, desperate for answers? Old ideologies couldn’t fix the world’s mess, couldn’t free me from sins—I’ve never met anyone who pulled it off, no matter their creed. I knew Jesus did. I prayed as hard as I could, talking to him—got this gut certainty all religions veered off track. Another thing—praying to Jesus hit different than praying to God. I see the Messiah as my oldest brother, respect him deep, but my heart’s never tied to him like it has to God. In the end, no angels dropped by, no Jesus lessons landed. I decided to rely only on my personal experience of encounters with God, to trust them, to tune myself to a direct connection with Him. These questions stuck loud in my head: What if there’s no Bible, no God stories, nothing—how do I spot Him in this world with no one pointing the way? Can I recognize Him, stumble into Him, hear His call and follow it? That’s what I’ve been wrestling with, praying over—deep.”
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