I am hungry for the truth, even when that leaves me in the minority, even when it comes down to one, because if anything sits closer to my heart than the Word of God it is a speck in the eye keeping me from seeing.
I spent fifteen years following Christ across different denominations, listening to theologians, teachers, and writers from around the world, reading Scripture alongside creeds and primary sources, trying to make sense of events past and present. I arrived somewhere I did not go looking for.
Someone once said truth is stranger than fiction.
I have found that to be true.
The time is at hand. I think it is time to turn our hearts to the truth and come out of what Scripture calls Babylon.
House church is not a hobby.
The house church movement is close to my heart because it is the most passionate work I am living for. I carry a burden to create a spiritual family around apostolic faith, not to polish another institution with a better logo. Every article here has soul, written to help sincere people come out of religion, ritual, mainstream slavery, westernised truth, theological and institutional pride, and the so called ownership of the gospel that has become a western stumbling block on which many have fallen in their pursuit of truth.
These writings express something heavier than opinion. I believe they carry the anger of the LORD, Creator of all, against those who used His name to bind humanity rather than free it. Great are the sins of people who traded the compassionate way of the LORD for control, and I say that with tears for the sincere ones still trapped inside the system, not with pride over them.
A stumbling block dressed as Jesus.
Over centuries western powers presented Jesus as a means of suppressing the world's cultures, colonising nations, and ruling people by romanising the ways of the LORD. Like King Saul, religion ruined the compassionate way of the LORD while keeping the vocabulary of devotion. People were banned from understanding the nature of their own home, this earth, its ecosystem, its ways of natural healing, and simple love for the animals God called good.
Forced English education, western clothing, western worship inside expensive buildings, and a financial model sold as missions while establishers bought mansions, planes, and every earthly pleasure in the name of the LORD. That is not Shachah. That is performance with a crown still on the heart.
They act as if the Book is closed.
Institutional pride is at its peak, as if western Christianity already knows everything in Scripture and what it thinks is the only way of the LORD. Sincere researchers are mocked or silenced when they ask whether Noah's ark, Moses's tabernacle, Solomon's temple, Heavenly Jerusalem, and our own earth were designed in the contextual references of the text rather than in flannelgraph tradition.
I will not apologize for boldness here. When wrong ways are dismissed with a smile and a stage, someone has to cry out for the people still searching. That is why 2:22 Church exists, and why the Study hub showcases holy geometry as motivation to research Scripture's structures again, the same call God gave Josiah when the Book was found in the house of the LORD.
Fifteen years across denominations.
I sat in evangelical churches, charismatic services, reformed congregations, and independent fellowships. I listened to sermons from well-known voices and unknown teachers in small rooms. I read the creeds, the confessions, the systematic theologies, the apologetics.
What I kept finding was a gap, between what the apostles wrote and what was being taught, between what Scripture says and what tradition had settled on, between the questions people were actually carrying and the answers the institution knew how to give.
The Bereans received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true.
These were not comfortable questions. They took me to uncomfortable places. I did not choose the conclusions listed below; I followed the evidence where it led.
Progressive conclusions from Scripture.
Each one took years of cross-referencing sources and testing against the apostolic text, and I hold them not as a creed to defend but as conclusions to examine, with a link on each heading for those who want to go deeper into the evidence.
Not a Trinity of co-equal persons, but the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Every apostolic epistle declares this in its very first line.
Lord, Messiah, King, Mighty God, High Priest, Second Adam, distinct from the Father who sent Him, and yet fully His.
Scripture describes a circular earth on pillars, enclosed by a firmament with waters above, the plain testimony from Genesis to Revelation, when I read it with a sincere heart.
The design God gave Moses embeds pi in the pattern. I think it is the shadow of the actual heavenly dwelling, not a random architectural brief.
I think the millennial reign of Yeshua on this earth ended around 250 years ago, colonisation and world wars attempts to destroy what once stood in glory. What history calls the Dark Ages, I believe, is the disguise of the millennial age.
Not by geography, biology, or biblical explanation, the mainstream church's unconditional support for the modern secular state does not stand up to scriptural scrutiny, as far as I can see it.
I see a pattern written through media, religion, politics, and education from the 17th century onward, scientists and political theorists have predicted it more accurately than the church has, which troubles me.
Books referenced within Scripture itself have been systematically excluded. I think that exclusion serves a purpose. Their inclusion changes the picture considerably.
Shaped by colonisation, political agendas, the prosperity economy, institutional interests, it does not meet the biblical standard on numerous counts, in my judgment.
Not the ship every child draws, a shell built for survival on the flood, ventilation, stability from every side; not a hull built to navigate.
Not the shoebox imposed by later Babylonian memory, a circular dwelling whose glimpses align with Ezekiel's vision as Henry Sulley drew it in 1887.
The cube on every prophecy chart never sat right with me. John's reed measures a dome-like city, wide footprint, high apex, pi in the ground, not a cold warehouse in the sky.
Shachah, worship that costs.
We promote this anthem because its lyrics name what western religion forgot. Shachah (שָׁחָה) means to bow down, to worship. Not performance. Not emotion passing through. Face to the ground. Life poured out before the King.
True Worship
Written by Yael S. Worth / Hebrew Hahas. Watch the original video on YouTube.
We dim the lights We raise the sound But hearts stay standing tall with crowns We sing Your Name Yet keep our throne Call it worship while we guard our own But Abraham climbed with trembling hands Wood and promise, mountain path No smoke machine, no anthem line Just costly trust and sacrifice
Shachah… Bow low… Shachah… Lay it down… Shachah Not performance Not emotion passing through Shachah Face to the ground Life poured out in front of You Let my worship cost me something Let obedience be my song Not just words inside a sanctuary But surrender all day long
Israel danced beside the sea Tambourines and victory Then days later cursed the road Longing for the chains of old And I have sung with lifted hands While hiding idols deep within Mercy on this double heart Tear the stage performance apart
Shachah… Break pride… Shachah… Crucify… Shachah Not a concert Not a feeling manufactured Shachah Justice rolling Mercy walking after worship
Feed the hungry Clothe the broken Love the ones the world ignores If my songs don't move my footsteps Are they worship anymore? Wash the feet Bear the burdens Sit beside the grieving soul Open homes Break your bread Give your coat when nights are cold Change the diapers Do the dishes Serve when no one sees at all Hidden incense rises higher Than the loudest festival Cain brought leftovers Abel brought first One gave convenience One understood worth David cried "I will not bring What costs me nothing Before the King"
And Yeshua bowed beneath the wood Perfect love and perfect good Every wound and every scar Shachah written on His heart
Shachah Here's my life now Not just tears beneath a song Shachah Make me living Holy sacrifice alone When the music fades to silence And the crowds have all gone home May my everyday obedience Still bow low before Your throne Shachah… Bow low… Shachah… Yielded heart… Shachah
A cry to help, not a debate.
I share these conclusions because I know there are people who have reached similar places privately and have not found others willing to say plainly what they have come to believe. If you have arrived at any of these and are looking for people who take the question seriously, you are in the right place.
Search the Scriptures for yourself. Test everything. Hold fast to what proves true. And if your worship has been performance, let Shachah break it open.
Open Tables
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No Platform
No pastor, no stage, no production; everyone contributes, the pattern of 1 Corinthians 14:26.
Honest Questions
No question is off limits here. If the truth cannot survive examination, it is not worth holding.
Come as you are.
You do not need to share all my conclusions. You only need to be serious about finding the truth.