Time To Make a Move
By: Gina Guy-Warren
I was around 23 years old when I first began going to women’s conferences. How excited I was as a young mom to be around like-minded women. Some much older than myself and more seasoned in the things of God, and I joined each and every retreat or conference I could possibly get to. I have some of the best memories and experiences with the Lord to glean upon and this morning was no exception. I awoke with the memory of one conference I attended. When I first walked into the hotel, I felt a sense of peace and I could let out every care I had there at the conference. I arrived at my room, of which I’m sure I shared with another woman, but this conference I don’t particularly recall as vividly as I do some of the others. I unpacked my suitcase with my outfits for the weekend, and quickly made my way to the main room where this conference would take place. I could hear the music! “Did you feel the people tremble? Did you feel the singers roar? When the lost began to sing of Jesus Christ, the risen one?” I began to move more swiftly towards the sound of the music and I couldn’t wait to stand in the very back and dance before the Lord. This is where I prefer to be, even to this day. Alone and in the secret place with my Jesus. However, as soon as I entered the conference room, I didn’t see the singers singing nor did I see the lost tremble for Jesus Christ, but before my very young eyes, I saw purses! Booths and booths of purses! At first, my heart leaped because of course I brought some extra cash to spend and why not a new purse. Wait, these purses appear to be Louis Vuitton, Coach and all the famous designers right in one room. I would have a cornucopia of choices to add to my wardrobe. But wait a second, am I not here to worship and to seek the face of the Lord, instead of my normal day to day routine consisting of diapers, dinner and dishes? Isn’t this my time to forget about the cares of the world? Then why do I feel like I just walked right into a shopping mall? I fought the temptation that session to go look for my new handbag, but the next session the temptation was even stronger. I danced and I danced and with each spin, I glanced at the one bag left that I wanted to take home with me. I worshiped and I worshiped some more, until the manifested glory of the Lord came upon me. I was new at these conferences, but in no way was I unfamiliar with the power and presence of Almighty God. At the ripe age of 24, you don’t go through molestation, rape and drug addition without experiencing Him! I was a very little girl when I had my first prophetic dream. I was in the back of a station wagon sleeping. My two brothers of which we are all 22 months apart, myself being the middle child, were on a road trip. All of a sudden, the sky turned black and the moon slowly began to drip with blood. “It’s the end of the world!” I could hear my parents and brothers crying out. Their fear filled the station wagon and I could feel in my chest this spirit taking their breath away. Yet I looked up at this blood red moon, and the following words slowly appeared. “Jesus Saves.” I began sharing the Good News with my family that whatever was going on, it’s ok. Jesus is here! Now I had sat in a few Baptist Church meetings in Carson, California, as well as received my ribbons at Awana, but I certainly didn’t know this blood red moon thing was in the Bible! But Jesus! My sweet Lord. What a powerful name it is. What a wonderful name it is. Jesus Christ our Lord. The Father told me he would raise me up like Joseph and my family would come to me in their time of famine, and ask for help. Because I keep my heart pure and forgiving, I knew I would receive anyone who returned to me after betraying me. Sadly, my own family never returned. My mother passed away angry and bitter from the incest of her own father, and the others died from illegal and legal drug addition. They could never face the trauma of the unchecked child molester in our family. No one wanted to rock the boat, and others said “God would expose it.” Meanwhile, almost all my family died with zero victory, but the child molester still lives to this day. Now back to the conference. I continued dancing and worshiping in His presence, and as I glanced at a Louis Vuitton, the revelation came to me that this was a fake bag. I went over to the purses and soon learned the designer bags I saw at Nordstrom and couldn’t afford, I could all of a sudden afford one. At the same time, the conflict in my soul was great. I didn’t understand how these Christian women could sell “fake bags” when the real designer spent their entire lives, blood, sweat and tears, forming their company. But could someone come along and take the authentic and cut it down to one size fits all? These designer bags are quite costly simply because the designer poured their lives into their business, but can the church take their vision and make it their own, and sell it at a lower price? Immediately, my own spirit was in check as I recalled my first trip to New York. I found a street vendor selling counterfeit bags, and I bought one. I did feel a little bit guilty, but not guilty enough apparently. I went home and threw the bag away. No, I didn’t give away this fake bag. If God says no, then no it is!
Entrepreneurship is the heart of the Father. Your gifts make room for you and therefore we should operate in that gifting and make a living from it. There’s no doubt the 9-5 daily grind has kept many in bondage keeping them from expanding in their gifts and talents, but isn’t it just like the enemy to counterfeit your purse! I had an amazing dream a few months ago and I was running through a hotel towards a table of merchandise when I saw a big black handbag I wanted. As I neared the table, my foot slipped. You know, like when you’re running on carpet and the bottom of your shoe gets stuck. Well, as I fell to the ground, I had the purse in my hand and held it up as I laughed hysterically at myself. I could imagine how funny this appeared to the onlookers. I heard the Father say, “You have been running straight to your promise. Many have tripped, fallen and or have been embarrassed during their relentless pursuit of truth! You will HOLD the purse for all to see!” ( A purse, especially in a fighter’s world, is the money to be made at the end of the fight. It also means victory and abundance). This is a word for all you precious ones. You have had people watch you and even laugh when you tripped, but God’s about to raise you up and set a table before you in the presence of your enemies. Some will repent and join you, others will not. But keep running towards that purse, because you’re going to see the victory and the battle coming at you from your enemies and the household of faith, belongs to the Lord. I would like to speak over all of you warriors who have tripped and fell in your relentless pursuit to save others. The Father spoke this to me years ago and I never forgot it. “You will continue to make mistakes Gina, but your mistakes never make who you are.” Isn’t that the voice of Jehovah Jireh, the one who provides all our needs?
Having said this, the Father is not pleased with the “entrepreneur prophets.” Their temples and courts have become their websites! Again, I am not speaking of believers selling shirts and hats for Jesus, praise God as He blesses your giftedness. I am speaking to the ones who hold no jobs, but design websites in which you can purchase access to their grand teachings and videos. In order to do so, you must subscribe to a monthly fee. This grants an all access pass to the teachings, “prophecies” music, or whatever Pied Piper sound they are exploiting. When the church begins paying for access to these hirlings, you will in turn reap the ‘‘anointing” they are diffusing. The foundation is contaminated, and however it’s packaged in an affordable way, is nothing short of selling the Gospel. Jesus gave clear instructions to His disciples in Matthew 10:5-8. “Do not go among the Gentiles or enter any two of the Samaritans. Go rather to the lost sheep of Israel. As you go, proclaim this message: ‘The kingdom of heaven is near. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received; freely give. PERIOD. Anything more is a hired hand within the Body of Christ and He is about to cut off the hand that is feeding you.
I heard Him speak to my spirit this morning.
“I will cut off the hands of the ones who are selling and peddling the gospel.”
They appear as if they are there to help you, but they are the ones who will benefit financially in some way from your attending their temple temptations. This is a counterfeit gospel. In John 21, we see how Peter has to leave his own fishing career to follow Jesus. There was no guarantee of money or provision, but we see within this text in verse 9,” when they landed, they saw a fire with fish on it, and some bread.” It’s my prayer that if you’re one that’s paying a so-called prophet or teacher to access their bread, the bread you are receiving is not the Bread of Life. It may look like it, feel like it, but are you familiar with the term “we’ve reached a stalemate?” A stalemate is a situation in the game of chess where the player whose turn it is to move is not in check but has no legal move. The rules of chess provide that when stalemate occurs, the game ends as a draw.
My friends, the body of Christ has reached a stalemate. Those who are mature and seasoned in the word, will be used to put these hirelings into check. Are you not tired of hearing, God will judge and He will expose? You can’t fix stupid, so my question to those is how on earth do you think He does this? Hence why it’s important for everyone to KNOW God’s word before being so quick to post your social media comment, because what you post is being written upon the tablets of the hearts of those who will read your foolishness. 1 Corinthians 5:12-13, “What business is it of mine to judge those OUTSIDE the church? Are you not to JUDGE those inside? God will judge the outside. Expel the wicked man from among you.” Or shall I add my #pastorginaquote: Expel them from their social media rants and website money-changing temples. It’s my prayer we all repent in the areas we have missed the mark. God is faithful and just to forgive us. Peter knew when he walked away from his houseboat, the only tool in his hands that he could make money with and he would have to trust for provision. There is a fire or a ram in the thicket for you my friends. Walk away from all contamination, and watch how the Lord Himself provides. It’s been an amazing journey on our end, and we can help you in so many ways. There are warriors who have years of seasoned ministry who’ve been tried and tested. We didn’t just pop up out of nowhere on facebook live. We want to make disciples, not pay-pal paying followers. God knows. God Sees and we are at a stalemate. What’s your next move?