THE GNOSTICS HAVE INFILTRATED OUR CHURCH TO SUCH A DEGREE as to keep us historically advised and at arm’s length where their deviation from the Gospel is concerned without ultimately informing us of the far more disturbing possibility. Our pillars of the faith have bled together in parts so as to adjoin at the hip, becoming indistinguishable from the other—and we’ve willingly given our consent to it. This is certainly what Justin Martyr would say to the body of believers if he were alive today. The soul, being not its own nature immortal, cannot be absent from the body, even if only to ascend or transcend to heaven and meet with the Lord, just as a body cannot live without the soul. They are in need of the other for their very survival, Martyr might explain. He knew the Gnostics well, being no friend of them—and if we claim to adhere to the Scriptures, then we shouldn’t be either.
“And no man hath ascended up to heaven, but he that came down from heaven, even the Son of man which is in heaven.” John 3:13 (KJV)
Man’s ascent to heaven is not the story of the Bible. Quite the contrary it is God’s descent to Earth. The former doctrine stems from the Luciferian lie of old—that wicked promise once spoken by the serpent in the garden and even now continues as advertised, same product but with a slightly different tagline. This Copernican globe delusion, with its Kabbalistic Scientism and endless hopes of heavenly transcendence, still speaks of it. The time has come to break away.
In the latter story, being the Bibles true narrative of Flat Earth, our Creator walked with man in the garden, commanding that we subdue the Earth and have dominion over everything in it. Jesus later walked with men on the shores of Galilee, promising that we who believe in Him might be born again as an inheritor of His future kingdom, which he referred to on the cross as Paradise and where the tree and river of life will nourish the nations. Then a little further down the line, after we are woken with the blast of a trumpet, thereby following the Lord’s lead with our own long-promised resurrection from the dead, God will bring heaven itself, the New City of Jerusalem, down to the Earth, so that He may dwell eternally with the righteous. Where does our participation in heaven without the involvement of Earth show up in this?
Yet the same Gnostics which our spiritual fathers battled against simply couldn’t stomach the thought that our souls are trapped in physical matter, be it this body or a future one—let alone the goodness that God seeks to fully restore of His creation. For them, salvation could only truly come when one escapes this crude corruptible flesh and transcends to the heights of heaven. For Gnostics everywhere this belief still stands, even in the mightiest ranks of Christendom. Likely every religion on the planet makes such claims whenever a casket is introduced to the crowd.
To affirm the duality of man first introduced in the person of Adam while simultaneously embracing a conflicting view that we live on as immaterial spirits in another otherworldly plain is to be held in contempt of Biblical evidence. The testimony of the Holy Scriptures bares its teeth down upon such pagan Hellenistic theology. If Christianity has forsaken its own teachings simply to be included in the mix of mysticism, then it has lost its saltiness, particularly where the promise of our salvation is concerned. We must stand separate from the rest. There can be no hope of salvation apart from a physical resurrection. Jesus did not meet face with the Father apart from his own resurrection, and we shan’t either.
In his letter to the Hebrews, Paul—wanting to speak on more mature matters—referred to our coming resurrection from the dead as an elementary doctrine of Christ. Perhaps we, in our delusional stance regarding God’s Creation, need to take a step back from more mature doctrines and study the basics. When I was of that delusional state of mind to believe we actually live on a ball hurdling endlessly through an infinite vacuum of space, I would always refer to myself as “homesick for heaven,” as though ascension or the promise of transcendence was for my personal pleasure. And what I realize now, after casting off the Luciferian apostasies of the evolutionary globe and dressing myself fully in the Biblical doctrine of Flat Earth, is that my homesickness is for this Flat Earth apart from my God walking among us.
How glorious that day will be, our born again moment—being spiritually awoken from deathly slumber at the blast of a trumpet. Our blessed hope—to be raised incorruptible, opening our eyes to the sight of our Lord descending from heaven among the people and the Earth He so dearly loves. And forever more we shall live with Him.
If only we had a Justin Martyr in our ranks, one who might club us over the head and advise that we step back in line with our spiritual fathers, far away from the invading Gnostics, declaring: “If anybody denies the resurrection and believes that person ascends to heaven, don’t even think he’s a Christian!”
“If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.” Psalm 139:8 (KJV)
Maranatha from Prince Edward Island!