I visited the Las Vegas last year at night. The lights were staggering. The buildings lit up with enormous screens, and neon colors. Noise, clamor, flash, glamour, all a sham or something the like. And while I was in that city, my spirit was grieved. I looked up to Heaven, for a sign, but no stars could compete with all that garishness. Man’s invention had succeeded in blocking out the gentle constant voices of truth with their triumphant trumpeting.

One cannot see the stars in the city that never sleeps
One cannot find Heaven’s glory in a Government owned 501(c)3.

The established authority of the world in the church is a ever present white noise that excludes the sacred sweetness of silence in the Spirit. It is a ceiling of man’s devising that prevents searching eyes from seeing what Isaiah saw in the year King Uzziah died. It is a control of power in exchange for tax protection ensured, simply to those who agree not to politically get in the way of the Prince of the power of this age. Pull the plug on the power of the city, and suddenly the night sky will blaze bright again, and moon’s night song will sing it’s nocturnal melodies. That is when we will recognize truth’s soft voice again in places we call church. Then we will remember that there is no accord between the temple of God and idols, and God’s kingdom is not subject to any part of Satan’s Kingdom except its persecution.

But did not Paul say to submit to the governing authorities? Yes, and so you may submit to the 501 (c) 3 regulation, but you will not see God move there. He will not share His glory with the World, and He will isolate to Himself heart-searching, heartbroken men to see His face, to hear His voice, and represent Him to the institutional church first, in order to echo His cry, “Come out from their midst, and be separate!” Says the Lord.

A fledgling bird will not fly until it leaves the nest and takes wing on the Wind. The nest is Government sanctioned, and by extension, in a way, God sanctioned. But the Wind in all its unpredictability is what can carry the free falling bird to maturity, over time and with practice.

Take heed to the difference between an umbilical corded baby and an oxygen breathing baby. Once the breath comes, the umbilical cord has only minutes left or the baby will get jaundice.