Unfortunately, spiritual darkness grows and so Apprising Ministries continues monitoring the apostasy metastasizing within mainstream evangelicalism for theChristian Research Network. While this is going on I’m watching a sickening syncretism that seems to be spreading through increasing charismania and corrupt Contemplative Spirituality/Mysticism (CSM).

Pietism inherent in the CSM of Foster-Willardism is causing people to jettison the proper Christian spirituality of sola Scriptura in place of highly subjective feelings; what we’re calling sola experiential. This kind of stuff is rampant in the Southern Baptist Convention; in fact, the SBC is now so pathetic thatAlabama Baptist Convention (SBC) Encourages You To Learn Lectio Divina From Apostate Tony Jones.

Now keep in mind a couple of things here 1) this is not a church, it’s an entire state SBC convention.And 2) the paper they point us to was originally done by the Georgia Baptist Convention, which is the SBC convention for that state. As is wont to happen as these things are exposed, the link has been moved. However, I found it.

Just click this: Spiritual Disciplines: Pathway to Christian Maturity; and you’ll go right to it. The reason I brought this up is because charismatic big names in the SBC, e.g. like Rick Warren and Beth Moore, have been led by their subjective feelings—allegedly by God—to become protholics. They’re not really Protestant, and not quite Roman Catholic.

Unfortunately, all who follow feelings eventually end up there. Don’t you think it’s rather odd that two of the most visible voices in the SBC, the largest Protestant denomination in the United States, actually repudiate the Protestant Reformation with their sinful ecumenicism? Yet, Warren and Moore will often claim to be receiving direct revelation form God.

In fact, you’ll hear Beth Moore below even tell us that Jesus “can be the bossiest thing.” This video is Moore’s infamous “Hair Brush Story,” which she retold on Life Today January 11th of this year. Seems in April of 2005 she was at the Knoxville airport waiting to board the plane when apparently God took over control of her:

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I want to tell you a story that I told many, many years ago, that remains dear to me.  Particularly because people bring it back up to me over and over again.  It’s probably the thing I’ve been asked about as much as anything regarding stories and Bible studies along the years.  It’s such a statement in my own life, and such a memory of God overtaking me and enabling me to do something I couldn’t do.  You have no idea how dangerous you would be if you would live filled to the measure with the fullness of Christ.

I was headed off to the east side of the country to Asheville, North Carolina to speak. I’d been memorizing scripture and I remember very clearly I was memorizing John chapter one at the time.  I was on the airplane, and the way I do my memory work is I have to say it.  I read it then I say it out loud, and I read it then say it out loud. I read it and then I look away from it and see if I can say it.  So I did this over and over again until I got stumped on a passage and the guy sitting next to me completed my sentence.  And he was not happy about it.  [Laughter]  He had no desire to memorize John chapter one.  None!  None.

So, I got to my layover and I was about to go — I was going into a small town, Asheville, so I was about to move to a prop.  I had to go through a part of the airport that was just one large room where you went off into several different halls, down to the smaller planes.  For a small airport, in the small part of the terminal it was packed, absolutely packed.  Our chairs were all facing one another so there were a set of chairs that were against the wall and I was in the one straight across from them… I was totally immersed in my memory work.

The only reason I am telling you this is I was filled to the measure. I had had a wonderful morning with him and I was filled to the measure.  So I was sitting Indian style in my jeans and sweater, and I had my Bible open in my lap, and I was going back over it and back over it.  Boy, I was getting it.  I was all the way down to about verse 18, and boy, it was coming to me.  I was having a great time.

Suddenly I see that the eyes of all the people against the wall are watching something behind me.  It was like a movie because all of their eyes shifted this way, this big around, and they began to come this way.  Whatever it was, it was going right behind me.  I’m thinking, “Oh, I wish I were looking.”  Are you like that?  I’m a people watcher.  I so desperately thought, “What are they looking at?”  And I can’t wait to look for myself until it comes all the way around here.  Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I began to see a little of it.  It is a flight hostess that is pushing a man in a wheel chair right to the end of my row, and there is nobody between us.  And this place is packed.  So I want you to know that Jesus went to a significant amount of trouble to make sure that I saw this man.

I wait until everybody else gets more polite, and then I go — And when I look over at him, he was the oddest sight.  He looked like he was not one iota less than about 129 and I’m not kidding.  This was the oldest looking person I had ever seen.  Not only that, but he had gray hair that was down to here.  His finger nails were every bit as long as mine.  He was clean, but it was just an odd sight!

His pants looked like he had obviously lost a lot of weight because they were just bunched up.  I’ll never forget how he looked.  His head was just hanging down like this and his hair was in streams this long.  Whoa!  It was one of those times when you think, “That is Howard Hughes!”  [Laughter]  “That has got to be Howard Hughes.”  You think any moment, “I’m going to have an Elvis sighting.”  You know, it was that kind of thing.  This is what’s happening in the airport today… so I can hardly take my gaze off of him.

I try to get my face back down and go back to my memory work.  This is how much God thinks of us just memorizing scripture but not doing anything with it… because the Lord begins to compel my heart.  Overwhelms me!  Overwhelms me!  Well, I have learned, I’ve walked with him a long time.  I knew by now that is scary.  God is up to something when he is overwhelming your heart like that.

I just thought, “Oh please, God, no!  Oh, please!  Please, God, no!” because I’m already knowing he wants me to witness to this man.  So I say to myself in my spirit — and I’m not talking out loud, but in my spirit I’m talking to God silently. I’m sure my mouth is going – because I say to him, “Do not make me witness to that man!

Now, I’m going to tell you, as clear as I’m talking to you now, the Lord spoke to my heart.  There’s been very few times I’ve ever heard God be this articulate with me.  And I’m telling you, word for word, these words came into my heart:  “I’m not asking you to witness to him; I’m asking you to brush his hair.”  “Lord, that man needs witnessing to!”  [Laughter]  “What good is combed hair if a man is lost?  And I can tell, Lord, that man – I am your witness, I am your witness! I am your witness! I am your girl!  Me!  Me!”  I’ve got the Roman road!  Amen?

Still, in my heart, I mean we’re just having a fight.  “I didn’t tell you to witness to him. I told you to brush his hair!”  I thought, “I don’t have a hair brush!”  I fix my hair, and then it’s done for the day, until I unfix it.  And the brush is in the luggage.  Do you understand what I’m saying to you?

So I say, “I don’t even have a hair brush!” And the Lord’s still compelling me.  So I get up, walk over, and I’m thinking to myself, “I don’t even have a hair brush.”  I’m supposed to be thoroughly equipped under all good works.  I do not have my hair brush!  [Laughter]

I walk over; I get right in front of the man.  His head is hanging down like this.  I lean down like this and I said, “Sir, may I have the honor of brushing your hair?”

And he says, “What?”

A little louder, “Sir, may I have the honor of brushing your hair?”

He goes, “Little lady, if you want me to hear you, you’re going to have to speak up.”

[Shouting] “Sir, may I have the privilege of brushing your hair?”

To which every one in the airport goes whoa… [Laughter]  I can feel every eye just piercing me, just like this, and I was humiliated! He looks at me and says, “If you want to.” And I’m thinking, “I don’t!”  [Laughter]  I don’t want to!

I said, “Yes, sir.  I would absolutely love to, but my problem is I don’t have a hair brush.”  [Laughter]

He says, “I have a hair brush.  It’s back in my bag.”

So I go all the way around the wheel chair, his bag is on the back of it like this. I get down on my knees.  I unzip this little duffle bag and I start pulling out his clean undershirts, his pair of pajamas… all sorts of things.

And as I do, I cannot tell you the feeling that overwhelms me.  I’m just flooded with the love of Christ.  I found the hairbrush; it’s one of those real old bristle ones.  It doesn’t look anything like our brushes do now.

When I stood up I went over to him and I thought, “You know, to tell you the truth, this is what I’m good at!”  I had two girls.  I’m good at this.  I just came and I began to brush his hair. It was so matted that I couldn’t even believe it. So I had to get down to the very bottom of it and I just brushed the very ends of it. And then just a little bit; it took us forever!  I want to tell you, I was oblivious to everybody else in that room.

At that point, nobody else was alive to me.  I just kept brushing and brushing until that hair was as smooth as silk.  I went back around to him and squatted down in front of him and put my hands on his hands – they were on his knees and his head was just like that. And I said, “Sir, do you know Jesus?”  And he said, “Yes, I do.”  I said, “Well, of course you do.”  [Laughter]  That figures!  I wanted to share the gospel with you, but no, you need your hair brushed!

He told me that his little bride of so many years would not marry him until he came to know Christ. And he said, “I was just sitting here thinking to myself …” and he wept, I’m about to cry telling you.  He said, “I was just sitting here thinking what a mess I must be for my bride.”

He’d been in that hospital for months and he was about to return back home.  Nobody had cut his hair or anything.  I don’t know how long it had been since it had been brushed!

That hostess came and put him on the plane.  She came back out and she was crying, I mean hard.  She said, “What made you do that?”  I said, “Jesus!  He’s the bossiest thing!”  [Laughter]

She did need Christ, so I did get to talk to her.  He knows what our need is.  The man didn’t need witnessing to, he needed his hair brushed!  When we are filled to the measure with the fullness of Christ, [whispers] — you sweet thing — you cannot believe the needs we can meet.  We can do what we know we can’t.  And while you’re doing it, you’re just thinking, “That ain’t me!  That really ain’t me!”  No — it’s God. (source)

Further reading

• THE DEMONIC VISION OF BETH MOORE
• BETH MOORE PREACHES SUNDAY MORNING SERVICE AT LOUIE GIGLIO’S PASSION CITY CHURCH
• WOMEN PASTORS, PRISCILLA SHIRER, AND THE SOUTHERN BAPTIST CONVENTION