Monday, August 2, 2010

A Christian Cult





This is a story about an experience I had at a Christian cult.

I was hitchhiking in eastern Pennsylvania back in April 1998 when this man and his son picked me up. When I got in the car, immediately, this guy gave me the creeps. I noticed a Bible on the dashboard, so I thought maybe he was a Christian.

We got to talking and he asked me why I was hitchhiking. I told him that I was hitchhiking from Iowa to New York; I wanted to visit David Wilkerson's church at 51st and Broadway in Manhattan. I am a Christian and love to read the Bible, but when we would talk about Scripture and the things of God, everything this guy said didn't seem right--it didn't bear witness with my spirit.

So he said that he lived in a Christian community in Saugerties, New York--in the Catskill Mountains. He said that it would be all right if I wanted to stay the night and then hit the road the next day. It was okay by me.

We drove to Saugerties to the "Christian community." There were several buildings at the compound. There were probably 50 men, women and children. He showed me around the place and then this other guy showed me more of the place. I didn't like being there right away.

These little kids would walk up to me like little robots and say woodenly, "Welcome to our community. It is so nice that you are here." Or words to that effect. It seemed like little canned speeches. I would meet adults and they would say the same thing.

It was soon late afternoon and they had an evening fellowship meeting in the main building. It lasted maybe half an hour: singing, dancing, a little message from one of the leaders--the Spirit of Christianity was not there. It seemed so fake and artificial. The Presence of God was not there at all. It reminded me of a church back in Ames, Iowa that I used to go to back in 1987-1988--Great Commission Church--very cultish.

For some reason, I noticed this guy on the other side of the room. You could tell that he hated being there: he would stay for a few minutes and then he would leave--he did this a few times.

After the meeting, we went to the building where everybody dined. I sat down at this table and the guy who I noticed at the meeting sat across from me. He knew that I was the new guy in town, so he asked me a lot of questions about hitchhiking. He had never gone hitchhiking before, so I told him to put his trust in God and that the Lord would protect him on the road. He finished his meal before everybody else and shook my hand and shook my hand and shook my hand and smiled at me and thanked me for telling him about hitchhiking. He walked out of the building and on purpose walked by the window where I could see him and he smiled at me. At the time, I wondered why I was seeing this.

After supper some of us sat down in the living room and I was surrounded by five people. They told me that they were the ONLY ONES doing the will of God and that I should stay there permanently. I told them that I had planned on staying one night and then I would head to New York City. I listened to their propaganda for at least three hours and then I went to bed.

I didn't sleep at all that night: I was on pins and needles. I told the Lord that I was in the pit of Hell and why did He put me here? I knew that God has everything under control, but I still wondered why I was at that cult.

Well, the next morning we all went to the morning fellowship meeting. The first thing that one of the elders said was, "Brother So-and-So escaped last night."

I stood there semi-shocked and said to myself, "Praise the Lord! That guy that I talked to last night escaped. Now I got to get out of here." Why would that elder use the word 'escape'? Man, what a flogging idiot.

So after the morning meeting, I walked back to my dorm room and packed up my bag and walked out the front door.

The guy who picked me up in Pennsylvania was waiting for me outside and started yelling at me, "Tim, what are you doing?!" He looked very concerned as if something was wrong with me.

I smiled at him and said, "I'm hitting the road just like I said."

Then he took this piece of paper and read what was written on it and said, "No. I am your leader. You must obey me. We are the ONLY ONES doing the will of God. You must stay here."

I said, "Well, you boys keep up the good work, but I'm hitting the road." I even shook his hand; it was like shaking a limp piece of nothing. He was really ticked off that I was leaving.

So I walked on down the road and eventually got rides all the way to New Hamburg, New York where I took a train into Manhattan.

I was so glad to get out of that Christian cult and I was grateful that the Lord used me to help that guy escape that place. But then I told the Lord, "Please don't ever do that to me again."

"Not my will, but Thine be done." "Obedience is better than sacrifice."

Maybe the title of this entry should be "Escape from New York."

[Originally published by Digihitch.com]

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3 comments:

  1. What an intense story! I've never heard of this particular cult, but i know they're out there. I've had some experience myself in cultish environments ... they can be terrifying places. Praise God that he was able to use you to get that man out of there!

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  2. I was glad to get out of that place. The leaders were very controlling. I couldn't believe when that one leader said, "Brother so-and-so escaped last night." I guess if you are trying to control people, then it would be an escape.

    The guy I helped escape was involved in a fist fight in Manhattan. He was lying on the street all bloodied and some of those cult members helped him out and took him back to Saugerties. I guess that cult preys on people who are drunk or stoned out of their minds at Phish concerts and then they bring them back to their community (cult). That guy had been there for six months and I could tell that he hated being there. Maybe the Lord will let me bump into him again someday.

    When I left that place, I walked around seven miles before I got a ride. The guy who picked me up in Pennsylvania and took me to the cult drove past me and gave me a dirty look. I eventually hitchhiked to New Hamburg, New York and then took the train (The Hudson Line) to Tarreytown and then into NYC.

    It is beautiful how the Lord works. I helped that guy escape the cult and I later met this older Christian on the train who had a lot of wisdom on the Holy Ghost. It was all very Providential.

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  3. Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
    9 September 2010

    Last night I had two dreams. In the first dream, I was with this man, woman and child and we were in this church group—it was really a Christian cult. I warned the man and his wife about this cult.

    We left that group of people and went to this church building. The people were all dressed up for a Sunday service. But something was wrong. The man and wife and child and I walked through the church and out the back. There were people waiting for us in the back yard of the church. These people surrounded the man, woman and child. I walked back into the church and the people were acting very strange.

    I walked back outside in the yard behind the church. The group of people had turned into a mob. They had tied up the man, woman and child in ropes and had lifted them up and were carrying them to this altar to kill them.

    It was then that I yelled, “Come out of them, Satan, in the Name of Jesus of Nazareth!”

    The people scattered and the man, woman, child and I escaped that church.

    In the second dream, I was in this city. It looked like the downtown area. There was this big building and there was this crowd of people guarding the building. I walked up to these two guys and they were trying to attack the crowd of people at the building; the two guys were across the street from the building.

    Then this big guy from the crowd of people attacked our position with a machine gun. We hunkered down behind this gravel pile. I then grabbed some rocks and began throwing them at the big guy with the machine gun. He was firing the machine gun, but the bullets bounced off of my body. I kept throwing the rocks at him until he started crying and ran back to the crowd of people near the building.

    I then ran towards the crowd of people and yelled, “In the Name of Jesus, begone, Satan!”

    The crowd began to split off in two directions (it reminded me of the parting of the Red Sea in the Old Testament). Then I came face to face with this woman who was the leader of this group of people. I then spoke directly at her very forcefully, “Come out of her, Jezebel spirit, in the name of Jesus Christ!” Then the dream ended.

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