Originally Posted by Aquila
I've seen elders with white hair weeping as they slowly say the name of Jesus over and over with such reverence and adoration it made me cry watching them. That wasn't mantra yoga. It was just repeating the name of the one you love. There's no way Rev. Huss Shearer was practicing mantra yoga. LOL
Well, we just absolutely can't have anything close to focusing the mind on the Lord, allowing ourselves to be engulfed by that one single thought of who He is bringing singleness of mind now can we? lol And God forbid we enter a place where we have decreased and He has increased in our minds, we taking on the mind of Christ until the simple awareness of Christ in us is realized. Nope. We just can't have none of that. LOL
Sounds terrible. I couldn't imagine being so devoted to Christ until I completely lose my identity in Him, and putting on the very mind of Christ. And all that inner peace and stillness? Good grief, who needs that in this crazy world??? We better not focus our minds on Christ so much that we create that there "artificially stimulated" love and devotion. LOL
I don't know how old you are or how many old timers you've known. But my first pastor was Reverend Huss Shearer. We'd have prayer meetings in the church sanctuary with the lights dimmed and he'd be so lost in prayer on the front pew that if you needed his attention you had to tap him a couple times. (Rev. Shearer was the one who preached a sermon on praying so deep in the Spirit that one can enter a trance. I still remember the way he'd move his hand when he said it. Please note, he was talking about the visionary trance Peter was in on the rooftop in Joppa, which was his text.) Rev. Shearer would be weeping and praying and singing in tongues. He'd often sit rocking in the pew, or swaying sideways, eyes closed, tears streaming down, saying, "Jeeeeeeesus. Jeeeeesus. Jeeeeesus. I love your name. Jeeeeesus. I worship you. Jeeeeesus. Jeeeeesus. Jeeeeeesus. I praise you. Jeeeeeesus. Jeeeeeesus. Jeeeeeesus." Sometimes he'd change it up with, "Haaaaaaalelujah. Haaaaaalelujah. Haaaaaalelujah. I love you Lord. Haaaaaaalelujah. Haaaaaalelujah. Haaaaaalelujah. I praise you Lord. Haaaaaaalelujah. Haaaaaalelujah. Haaaaaalelujah." Sometimes the repetition of the name of Jesus and Hallelujah would be far more than just three or four. It was beautiful, loving, inspiring.
Huss Shearer was known by many as a seer and prophet. Cornerstone Baptist Church (which was just on the next corner) called him a warlock because one day Huss Shearer read a few congregation members mail through a word of knowledge. His father was Harvey Franklin Shearer. Both Harvey Shearer and Howard Goss preached the Oneness Gospel in Louisiana in 1915 and 1916. Harvey Shearer was one of the first ministers in the United States to preach the Jesus name message in the early 1900s. He baptized the first 300 preachers in Jesus’ name right before becoming the first chairman of the Louisiana camp over 100 years ago. Harvey Shearer's son, Huss Shearer, preached for over 40 years and pastored churches in Texas and here in Ohio where he eventually served as district superintendent.
Huss Shearer was the greatest pastor I ever had. He had a walk that was so saturated with the Holy Ghost, you could feel Jesus when you walked into his office. I sincerely miss him more than any man of God I've ever known.
But I said all that to say this. You have a lot of "knowledge" about this yoga stuff. And I'm sure that you've read quite a few books by these non-Pentecostals who even believe that tongues are Kundalini. You probably even helped make a little money by buying their books. But you don't know what you're talking about when it comes to just soaking in the Holy Ghost during prayer.
Below is a picture of Rev. Huss Shearer. Next to it is a picture of Rev. Huss Shearer and his wife, Sis. Carol Shearer. She was such a wonderful lady. If it wasn't for her, me and my first wife wouldn't have had a wedding. We wanted to be married in the pastors office because we were broke. Sis. Shearer was like, "Oh no! No, no, no. You two are having a wedding!" She then got the ladies of the church together and dug out decorations, props, pillars, the works. She appointed a sister named Janet to personally assist us with anything we needed. It was so beautiful.
After he fell asleep and was laid to rest in Woodland Cemetery, about two miles from my house, I discovered that they just didn't make them like Rev. Shearer any more.
So, do you think he was a yoga master, warlock, or witch?
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