They love to label you 
when you speak from experience.

It makes them feel safe.

Put it in a box. 
Name it. 
Categorize it. 
Dismiss it.

If they can define it, 
they don’t have to feel it.

Speak of inner knowing 
and you are called Gnostic.

Speak of being in Christ 
before the foundation of the world 
and you are called heretic.

Not because you denied the cross. 
Not because you rejected confession. 

But because you stepped beyond 
their framework.

I confessed the prayers. 
I went through the waters. 
I took the bread and the cup. 
I gave the ten percent. 

I did church.

But I was neglecting 
the ten percent within.

The hidden offering. 
The inward tithe. 
The surrender of the false self.

And when I finally gave that, 
when I followed the teaching 
to go within, 

I found what He prayed for.

That they would know.

Not believe harder. 
Not argue better. 
Not speculate about the future.

Know.

In that day, 
you will know.

Truth does not tremble 
when you label it.

It laughs.

You can call it heresy. 
You can call it deception. 
You can call it pride.

But once you have seen, 
you cannot unsee.

Once you have known, 
you cannot unknow.

Those who have not had that day 
throw labels from a distance.

They defend doctrines 
like shields.

They speculate about tomorrows 
while neglecting the heart.

And in doing so, 
they often become 
the very accuser 
they claim to oppose.

The goal of instruction 
was never getting it right.

It was love.

You cannot walk in love 
and be wrong.

You cannot live unveiled 
and be condemned.

Perhaps that is why 
the labels come so quickly.

Because love cannot be controlled. 
And knowing cannot be managed.

Lay down the labels.

Lay down the need to be correct.

Pick up the truth of who you are.

Take off what you are not.

Step out of the box.

Step out of the name.

Step into being.

And know.

Labels are armor for those afraid of encounter. Truth does not argue with categories. It waits patiently for the heart willing to see beyond them.