Of course, the first red flag is someone addressing me as "friend". This may seem like it's not a big deal, but this is what they do. They use terms of endearment and say phrases like "there's something on my heart" or "you've been on my heart." Every single conversation is spiritual warfare with them. You gotta stay ready, and you can't fall for their age-old tactics.
When they tell you something's been on their heart, that typically means they have something that is going to be difficult to share with you, and in my opinion, if you're under 40 and of course, not Mr. Rogers, that “friend” salutation is freakin weird.
But I'm open-minded and I work hard to be kind to ALL, so I allowed this individual to come and meet with me at my house this week. Fast forward, he comes over, fakes like he's interested in what I got going on, tells me that he had been reaching out to me and that he had the wrong number, only to show me that he sent one Merry Christmas and one Happy Birthday over six years.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm gonna ask for receipts when people claim they've been searching for me, it's just another performance—I'm remarkably easy to locate, particularly for someone from my old congregation with hundreds of mutual connections. I told him to show me those messages, and that's when the truth came out: exactly two low-effort texts in six long years. But here's the kicker—while he was scrolling, he accidentally showed his hand. I caught a glimpse of his recent threads, he'd been busy messaging folks right before pulling up.
For anyone paying attention, you've likely noticed I'm producing more content in this season than ever before. To keep up with the pace, I've brought on a full-time executive support team and a dedicated video crew to help get the message out. They were all at my place (at work) when this individual showed up, and right away, he starts getting paranoid—accusing me of orchestrating some kind of setup to film him. (Maybe he thought he was so special that it would make an impact if I put him in my content)
When he finally tried to corner me, it was right in front of the group as we were heading out for a workout. He says, “I thought we were going to have a one-on-one.” I just looked at him like he was crazy. Since when does a stranger walk into my home and dictate my schedule? That was the dead giveaway: he didn't come to fellowship or listen. He came with a script, a plan to deliver his "word," and a mission to get right back on the highway.
This wasn't a divine appointment, and God certainly didn't put a "revelation" on his heart. This was a cold, calculated strategy. He was not coming to me as a friend. He was representing and defending an organization. The cult. And after we walked away from my crew, he spent about five minutes "edifying" me and buttering me up before trying to share his so-called revelation that God himself put it directly on his heart.
I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience because I knew every single move he would try. Every scripture he'd manipulate to assert his false spiritual authority over me. But can you blame him? Those tactics typically work well for him in his world.