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Don Herston
Don Herston grew up attending a small Primitive Baptist church. The church taught a compassionate version of predestination where good people are going to Heaven, but good people a...view moreDon Herston grew up attending a small Primitive Baptist church. The church taught a compassionate version of predestination where good people are going to Heaven, but good people are good because God made them that way. He struggled with the question of people who never heard of Christ, an issue his church avoided. At sixteen he realized that since Jesus is perfect and overcame the Law, Jesus could simply discard His flesh and justify discarding the flesh of all good people.
If would be twenty-four years later, while working as a bookkeeper for a small company with a lot of free time, Don decided to write a book about his inspiration. The book was tedious as it took that one little idea, threw in a lot of Bible passages, and rambled on for a hundred pages.
When writing the book, and in the years that followed, he did get some things wrong. Not being a Biblical scholar was essential in Don’s ability to look at the Bible less influenced by previous interpretations. This meant the process was a learning experience, but it led to some amazing discoveries. If Christ redeems us by discarding His flesh, there must be some other reason for Him to die on the cross. This allowed Don to see the numerous clues scattered throughout the Bible that Satan spiritually attacked Christ when Jesus was dying on the cross.
Don would later realize that this explains the Trinity. There can be God outside of time and God inside time, but why is there a third God? There is a second consciousness of God moving in time because the Son of God is at a level of reality that transcends Heaven. This explains why the devil did not know and still does not know that Jesus is Lord. This explains why everything had to be kept secret until the end. This revelation is what causes the end.view less