Chapter 3 (My salvation story episode 3)

 There was a time when God placed a burden in my heart — and in the hearts of two other brethren — for more. We desired to know Jesus Christ more deeply. We longed to live fully for Him and to pour into others whatever He had given us. We wanted to see a generation of youth truly burning for Christ — this was the More.

I didn’t want to be the only one seeing things this way. I knew it was divine—something not of this world. But how could I explain it? I found myself speaking and preaching like an elder, as if I were preparing to leave this world soon. The three of us prayed intensely — mostly in tongues and often aloud. It was a new culture, unfamiliar within our fold. I was troubled at times, trying to manage the intensity, the noise, the energy—but I couldn’t.

We began gathering on Saturdays. People started joining us. The numbers grew, and with that growth came fear. What would people say?

Our understanding of the Word of God felt beyond the ordinary. We called ourselves *The Children of Light*. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. Our way of operation was different from what people were used to.

Complaints began to rise—especially about the noise. And truthfully, we were loud. Eventually, we adjusted. We learned to pray in silence as well. Still, we became a topic during sermons—used as a negative example, particularly because we spoke in tongues. This troubled me deeply.

I never intended for things to turn out this way. I only wanted to grow — with those who were willing to grow. Why was something so pure becoming so difficult?

But the truth remains: we witnessed the move of the Holy Spirit in ways we could barely comprehend. We were growing. I was growing. My spiritual understanding deepened. I began to see things differently. And I was happy.

Among these brethren, I felt safe. I hid nothing. We had no secrets. We welcomed everyone, regardless of their flaws.

At that time, my personal relationship was falling apart. The only stable relationship I had was with the Children of Light. Maturity was beginning to take root in me.

Then, suddenly, war broke out. We gathered as usual—this time with more silent prayers and deeper study of the Word. Then I was summoned to a meeting. I was questioned about the group—what it was, what it stood for.

That day broke me. I began to see people differently. Everyone seemed to have something negative to say. I was shocked.

“How can you think this way about me?” I wondered. “Even after all I’ve explained?” I was told I had a spirit that resisted authority that I was rebellious. Accusations I never imagined hearing about myself. 

I was in pain. I felt betrayed. Angry. I wanted to react—badly. Why were they trying to take this away from me? This had been my secret place. Why destroy it? How could they think of me this way?

We laughed together. We talked. Yet all along, these thoughts were hidden in their hearts. And I thought to myself — this cannot be the Church Christ died for.

This is not just a story.

It is a revelation.

Watch out for the next episode.