AND GOD SAID - THROW THE BIBLE IN THE BIN

And God said,

"Psst. It's me. Shh. Don't look round. Don't give me away.

If you do they'll come flocking, as if I were Justin Bieber or Lady Gaga or the Pope - I don't want that.

This is personal and real.

I've noticed that your head hangs down and your face is often set.

Your eyes have lost their brightness and your shoulders are slumped.

Whats App? Facebook? Ha - joke, sorry, couldn't resist that.

Look.

You've got to break this habit of going to church and saying your prayers and reading your Bible. OK, I know everyone's addicted today and I know at least it's not drugs or sex or drink. Fair enough. But it still is an addiction.

You feel you've got to do it. That the day wouldn't be right without it. That something could go terribly wrong. That I will come breathing down your neck or that the Devil will jump out around the corner.

Actually, I reckon that's why you look so sad and your life is weary and your thoughts are getting tighter and more embittered by the day.

So I've come to set you free.

I'm unlocking the chains. I'm removing the burden. I'm relieving you of your onerous religious duties.

From now on quit the church. Throw the Bible in the bin. Give your knees a rest and start living.

Walk, no skip, hell no - dance away from this moment, liberated and free.

Open your eyes to see me everywhere.

Look for my words in every piece of writing in everything ever written.

Hear my words in everyone's conversation.

Worship me by celebrating every day with gratitude, joy and eagerness.

Be closest to me everytime you love and love fully and love well and love extravagantly and generously.

Astonish people with your capacity to love.

Take love where it has never been before.

Go to the heart of hell itself and spill your love all around as a fountain cascades crystal droplets over the desert plain.

I'm on the move.  You won't find me in a building each week or on a dead page or by straining in prayer.

You'll find me on the underground, on the pavements, in the crowds, in office space and market place, in heart and song and eyes and soul.

I'm on the move.

Watch out for the Devil netters, the trappers and the hunters. They are waiting to pounce at every corner, offering you a tract, bogus salvation offers, tickets to glory land, promises of Jesus food - steer clear - watch out.

Once you slow down and pause to listen they've got you, sucking you slowly in the labyrinthine web of Christendom's deceit.

A conveyor belt towards dumb servitude and blind obedience. An entrance to brainwashed conformity and irrational beliefs from which there is no exit.

Shhh, they are watching.

I'm moving on - are you coming or are you staying?

If you're coming, start dancing.

In fact, strip naked, throw off your religious conditioning, discard all you have been told about me. Become Eve, Adam again. Here, look around you, this is the glorious garden they stole from you, those religious preachers, who cast you on guilt's stone and judgement's desert sands, who damned you into murder and hatreds instead of allowing you to understand the serpents's role in helping you distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong.

The clerics now slither among you, usurping the tempter's role, masquerading as light, when concealing  forked tongues of venom.

Come, the day awaits, leave the night you have thus far known far behind - let this be the beginning......