Floenz Blog

Missional living is definitely a trendy title that is everywhere these days. the concept that we are obligated to label places of worship, missional, has since the beginning of creation been a little weird to me. come on, shouldnt all church buildings be missional in their very character? Shouldnt a church, at its very nature, desire to connect their culture and neighborhood with the good news as a missionary would in a another country? Isnt what the church buildings is instructed to do in the final charge of Christ in Matthew 28:19? Our own local area requires this style of church. Churches in Austin is slowly gravitating to what Christ instructed in Holy Word.

The messiah gives the challenge in Acts 1:8 saying, “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” Acts 1:8 justifies this idea as, right before Jesus Christ rises to Heaven, He sends the disciples on a mission that would start right in their personal community. He begins with their origin of Jerusalem, and then expands the call to the outer parts of the earth.

As believers, we are not called to loneliness, but to be missional people who are actively going out and connecting with others right where they are with the gospel. We have observed this throughout history: God sends Abraham on a mission to exit his place of origin and his people and go to the city that God would show him (Gen. 12:1), God moved Moses on a mission to restore an enslaved people and lead them to relationship with God (Exodus 3:8-10), God sends Jesus on a story to earth to bring back all things to Himself through the blood of Christ (Colossians 1:20). And now God is sending believers on a mission to engage communities, cities, peoples, and even nations with the story of Christ(Matt. 28:19 Mark 6:7 Luke 10:1 John 20:21 Acts 1:8). If we reject this motivation and continue to perceive the bodies of Christ like a closed off country club ” requesting that people clean up their abilities, pay their fees, and come to our building God will continue His story without us.

PREFACE

What follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when I actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in Washington, D. C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! – corpses laying on the ground – a fairy dump – rabbits running in the ditch. Feel free to believe what I’ve set down here are the ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what they are! I have assembled this book in a series of vignettes. Norman O. Brown, my mentor, used a similar technique. You’ll find I use terminology that may seem alien to Christianity: wizards, witches and fairies, etc. Part of the problem that the King James Bible mistranslated the word sorcery referring to potions. This is strictly adult material. This is off limits to children, and this means you. If your jaw didn’t drop when you read my 1986 booklet, I 100% guarantee it will drop now. So, finally, it all begins next page!

MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD

Introducing Myself

(The time is midnight E.S.T. I stand before global television to explain my rapturing out billions. I made the broadcast at this hour to help prevent the possibility that any children would see this, although in different time zones around the world children are up). Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m addressing you from Washington, D.C., the political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the pit of Hell to address you. Before I begin, I want to insist that no children view this broadcast. This is off limits to anyone under 12 years old. Leave the room, and go to bed! You will find that I talk fast, that I change the subject frequently, and in general it will come across as incoherent gibberish. You’ll wake up tomorrow morning and go ‘what did he say?’ You’ll try to remember, but you’ll have a hard time. I urge you to record this address, and to watch it several times, as each time you’ll pick up more.

You’ll notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this evening. This is because the more you know about where I’m coming from, the better off you’ll be. Let me formally introduce myself. You’ve seen me before, but now I’m going to reveal who I really am. Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a spook? Now you can say you’ve seen a ghost. I’m the ghost with the most. I’m the space ghost. You have seen many ghosts. My colleagues are on practically every street corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and spouting gibberish. When you look at me you’ll see that I have no eyes – empty sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face). I am an invisible man. There is no person here, never has been and never will be. You are looking at a total vacuum. There is nothing here – only empty air. When you look at me you see no person – you are looking directly at my Id – my unconscious. And most people find it highly disturbing to look at the face of the Lord, my face.

In fact, I’m a raving lunatic, and this insanity I have is a deadly poison. Most of my fellow mad people are bottom feeders. With this disease, we are incompetent to keep ourselves together, and we fall to the bottom, with many becoming homeless, committing suicide or drugging themselves into oblivion. It makes us into total misfits. DOAs – Dead on Arrival. Jesus, a poor Jewish peasant, was a bottom feeder also. When you’re on the bottom, you look up at all the so-called leaders, and you know that all of them are the wrong people. As Jesus said, it is wisdom hidden from the wise, but given to babes. If you have ears to hear, Jesus was himself also mad. The gods must be crazy! Jesus was very sensitive to natural disasters, because like them as a madman he was walking dynamite liable to explode at a moment’s notice with all the force of an earthquake. Jesus was a piece of human waste – human garbage. And so am I. A significant number of theologians, and I also, believe Jesus was the bastard son of a Roman centurion. The idea of virgin birth arose because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated. We the gods live in a parallel universe right next door to this one. I stepped through the looking glass on my mission.

Just like Jesus, I am here to serve. I don’t want you to worship me. You don’t have to believe a thing I say. Believe what you want. For example, you may believe I’m the Antichrist, which I deny. But believe what you want. Your beliefs don’t concern me. I’m her to straighten out your behavior, specifically, as you will see, your behavior in the bedroom. That is the special mission I’m on.
When you see me, you’ve seen the father. Every eye shall see him. There can be only one.

Retired.
Important note: Read my 1986 booklet (at http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/) before you read this.