
Episode #2022
Broken and Repentant - David Eells - UBBS 8.19.2026
Broken and Repentant (1) (audio) David Eells, 8/19/26 The Broken Bus Wayne Harmon (David’s notes in red) Once upon a time, there was a King who extended an open invitation to all his subjects to visit him at any time. Some people traveled alone to see the King. (Personal relationship is best) Most preferred to travel in groups of two or three. (Many prefer small group prayers) The reason for traveling with others was to share with each other what the King meant to them and had done for them. They also shared in their provisions so that none lacked for anything on the journey. The King welcomed all who came to see him, regardless of how they got there. One day, a group of people who traveled together decided the trip would be more comfortable if they bought a bus. This was not a problem for the King himself. He wasn't concerned with how people made the trip. His only concern was that they took the time to visit him. So the people bought a bus. At first, they took turns driving the bus. Some of them were competent mechanics; others helped keep it clean, and all shared in the expenses. (Church busses, camp meetings, etc) On these trips to see the King, they also took turns telling about the wonderful things the King had done for them and what he meant to them in their lives. They sang songs praising him. (Going to see the Lord on the bus singing songs of praise.) They also continued to share their resources with each other so that no one had any unmet material needs. (Like in the Book of Acts) One day, someone said that it would be a good idea if they hired a permanent driver for the bus. (A professional to steer the bus.) All they would have to do is get on the bus and let the driver do the work of getting them to the King. (Pastor takes over. The Nicolaitan error.) This seemed like a good idea, so they all pitched in to pay the driver. (The 5 fold ministers must walk by faith not salaries. Freely you have received freely give.) They gave the driver the money to keep the bus fueled and in good running condition. For a while, all went smoothly. The driver did a good job taking them to visit the King, and they continued to share in both their experiences and resources. There were other buses on the road to the King's palace, too. Some were bigger and shinier than theirs. (Some of steel, some of brick and mortar.) Others were smaller and had faded paint. The people on the bus began to feel superior when they saw a smaller bus and inferior when they saw one of the larger ones. (with a steeple) They began to blame the driver for not making their bus better. They fired him and hired a driver who had gone to a special school just for bus drivers. (Bible College like the Pharisees had.) The new driver demanded a new bus. At great expense, the people bought it for him, little realizing that the new bus could be driven only by someone with a special license given to graduates of the special bus driving school. (Bible College graduates) They were excited and proud of their new bus. The smaller buses looked even more inferior to them now. They told all their non-bus-riding friends about their new bus and invited them to ride with them on their next trip to visit the King. (I.e., Come to “our Church”) Visitors were very impressed with the plush seats, the climate control, the smooth power of the engine, and the comfort of the ride as the bus sailed down the highway. (This is no brush arbor revival!) Little by little, the people stopped sharing their material resources with each other, because having a bus and a driver was expensive. (What about when you see your brother in need?) They also stopped talking to each other, because the bus had a state-of-the-art sound system, and the driver began lecturing them on various topics during the trip. (A spectator sport) At first, he told them what he had learned about the King in bus driving school. He spoke about what his professors had taught him when he was working on his Master's of ‘Drivinity’ degree. Then he spent a lot of time talking about the dissertation he wrote for his Doctor of ‘Drivinity’. He was currently working on a Ph.D. in ‘Drivology’, so he had plenty of new material to talk about during the trips. No one seemed to notice that he never talked about the King personally, but rather spoke about the opinions and experiences of others. (Signs and wonders and prophecies not allowed.) Whenever they visited the King, the driver stayed with the bus. While the riders were with the King, he met with other drivers in the parking lot. They compared buses, numbers of passengers, how long it took them to make the trip, fuel mileage, operating costs, etc. (How tall their steeple was.) They began sharing tips with each other on how to deal with passengers who defied a driver's authority. The buses had become the most important things in the drivers' lives. Eventually, instead of entering the palace to visit the King, many of the people walked around the parking lot with the driver, comparing other buses to theirs. Some of the younger people decided that they wanted to go to bus driver school and one day have buses of their own. (And an income like the Pastors) Each was determined to have the biggest, shiniest, best bus possible. The few who still took time to visit the King became concerned that the bus had replaced the King in the people's affections. When they dared to voice these concerns, they were labeled rebellious and accused of refusing to submit to the driver's authority. Even though they had contributed to the purchase of the bus, its maintenance, and the driver's salary, they were forced to leave the bus. (Uh, oh, Excommunicated and nonrefundable) The driver convinced the people that their bus needed to be the biggest and finest bus it could possibly be. After all, he argued, were they not subjects of the King? Did not the King deserve to be represented with Excellence? (All He had was a rock and the sky, which He built, and not even a pulpit) So they bought an even bigger and more beautiful bus. It was truly breathtaking in its magnificence. Surely all who saw this bus would know that those who rode within were very special subjects of the King! (The begins the pecking order) The driver called for a special dedication ceremony for the bus. The people gathered and congratulated each other, and especially the driver, on the splendor of the new bus. They all boarded the bus as the driver slipped behind the wheel, settling himself in the seat that had been especially built just for him. He gave a long speech congratulating the people on their hard work and sacrificial giving that made such a wonderful bus possible. He spoke of how this new bus would be a beacon of hope for generations to come. The people cheered and applauded; they were certain that they had the best driver and the best bus in the whole Kingdom. Surely the King must be pleased that they had honored him with such a bus! Then the driver began to give a series of lectures from his studies in bus driving school. He gave them all notebooks with outlines. He gave them daily reading assignments from the latest book on buses. He made them feel that they were an active, vital part of the bus. The people thought that certainly they must have the most gifted and eloquent driver of them all. (And he wears a suit with a tie!) But no one noticed that the bus hadn't gone anywhere. This went on for many years. In all that time, the bus never moved. It just sat there, filled from time to time with people who were excited about nothing. (And they shared “testiphonies!”) The air slowly leaked from the tires. The battery died. The engine rusted. The only things that were kept in good working order were the bus's appearance and the generators that ran the climate control and sound systems. The bus still looked beautiful, but it was no longer a bus. It was just a barn. Occasionally, an individual or two would walk to visit the King, or maybe even ride on another bus that still made the trip to the palace. These individuals would sometimes try to talk to their friends on the bus about the King, but they did so fearfully, lest they, too, be labeled rebels and troublemakers (and church-hoppers) and be kicked off the bus into which they had put so much of their lives. (Being excommunicated.) The bus no longer took anyone to visit the King. It was broken, and so was the King's heart. A Visit with the Harlot John Taylor - 01/12/2009 (David’s notes in red) Background: The Lord moved me to the east-central portion of Alabama to take a job over the state line in Georgia. I have been visiting a Southern Baptist church. Since I live in the boonies, there are not many opportunities for fellowship. The pastor asked me about joining, and I explained that I was baptized into the body of Christ and have no need to be a member of anything else. Well, I have been praying to see if I should continue to visit this church. They teach unconditional eternal security and a pre-tribulation rapture (I did have a meeting with the preacher, and he finally admitted that he does believe that if a born-again Christian goes on in willful sin, they can be reprobated - praise the Lord ... but he needs to let it come out in the sermons). The other night (Saturday), I prayed and asked the Lord to use the next morning as a sign for me. If He did not want me to continue to visit this church, He would cause something to prevent me from going that Sunday morning. I woke up the next morning, and the Lord allowed me to go to service and Sunday School. The message was watered down (as many sermons are), reduced to the least common denominator so any “Christian” could accept it with little chance for offense. In Sunday School, there was a young couple visiting. The man was unemployed, and they were living for free at a trailer park down the road owned by a member of the church. They have two young children, and number three is due next month. The man is scheduled to join the Army in a matter of weeks. (Note: I met this man and his wife a couple of months ago and shared the gospel with them down the street from my house but didn't realize it was them.) He said he and his wife had been staying up late, concerned over him getting deployed and what consequences he might face from the Lord if he took another person's life. The teacher immediately brought up King David, saying King David took lives in war and that it was okay, that he would be covered by the blood. Now, I had also prayed that the Lord would speak for me this Sunday morning and that anything that came out of my mouth would be from Him. I spoke up and quickly said, “No, this is not right”. I shared that the Word says if we “live by the sword we die by the sword; we are to turn the other cheek; repay not evil for evil, etc”. The young man listened carefully to what I said and was really seeking to know what the Bible said about the matter. The teacher again pointed out that King David took lives in war and did not obey these scriptures. I stated that King David was not under our Covenant but the Old Covenant. Then the teacher said, “Well then, he (this young man) will be covered by the Old Covenant”. I corrected him again with the Word and stated that no one will be justified by the letter of the law and that it is called a curse. Well, the class ended with many having turned on me (however, they were very gracious to me overall; this fellowship has a sweet spirit). This church is right outside the back gate of an Army base, and many of its members are or have been in the armed services. As we were dismissing, I told the young man that I wasn't disagreeing with them for my own benefit but because I knew what the Word said about such things and that they were giving him unbiblical advice. He seemed to accept this. I felt the Lord lead me to go speak further with John and his wife, Elizabeth. I ran a quick errand after church and then stopped by the young couple's trailer park to wait for them (since I had gone to early service, and they went to the late service). I got out of my car and walked around for a moment. The Lord had me look at their house (an old, small double-wide in much disrepair), and He showed me the numeric address on the home. It was “91”. I immediately thought of 911. I felt the Lord was showing me that they were only one step or one character away from disaster. (I later told John that I think his disaster could be joining the Army.) The young couple came home and seemed surprised but happy to see me. I explained that I stopped by to share some more with them. He invited me inside. He and his wife were not officially married and were going to be married after two days. I said that the Lord would be pleased with this. They shared that they didn't own a Bible (I have since given them one). The one they used to read belonged to a grandparent whose house had burned down, and nothing was spared except that Bible. Its front cover was burned off, except for the words “Holy Bible”, and none of its pages were scorched. But the grandparent was very religious and wanted to keep the Bible. I told them the Lord was telling them to uncover God's Word and read the Bible. The young man further explained to me that they had tried to make it to church every Sunday morning for the last three weeks, but each week they had car troubles, and this had been their first Sunday in attendance (I had been back home in Pensacola for exactly the preceding three Sundays). This, of course, was a sign that the Lord had ordained us to meet. I have been thanking the Lord for this experience to be used by Him in this small way. Footnote: I had spoken to the preacher of the church that morning and asked for a time to sit down with him to discuss some things that he was preaching that I don't think are Biblical. We have since had this meeting, and he was very gracious. That night (Sunday), I had the following dream. In my dream, I was in a novelty/amusement park. (Many churches, instead of abiding in Christ, are abiding in a place which is designed to feed their flesh and satisfy the lusts of the flesh, the lusts of the eyes, and the pride of life. For many people, going to church is just a novelty or something fun to do for entertainment.) As I reflect on this dream, I was the only full-grown male in the place (only a mature male has the ability to sow seed). The park was full of beautiful, young women who were dressed in a very provocative manner (representing bodies of individual harlot churches). Some groups of young women were walking around the park together and were dressed in similar-looking costumes, while others didn't like each other and didn't want to be around each other (As young, worldly women can be, churches get along with some of the other bodies and not others -- they can be very catty or self-willed). Their eyes were full of pride, and they spoke of very worldly things. I found myself standing behind one of these young women and her children in a line for ice cream. (In the Word, milk represents the elementary teachings. Ice cream is altered milk with artificial things added, like sugar to make it more pleasing to the flesh.) This ice cream booth was the only place to eat in the whole park (There was no place to order solid meat or teachings for the more mature). In my dream, I wasn't going to order anything or partake. (I had been going to this church to get some fellowship and was not intending to learn from them since the teachings I can get through UBM are for the more mature.) The woman in front of me in line (representing the church I am visiting) leaned back on my chest and made a comment about how strong and muscular I was. She was being very flirtatious (Harlot churches are very good at making you want to become part of their body -- the preacher had already asked me about joining their church.) After she and her children got their ice cream, I followed them to their table to be with them as they ate. After a few moments, a male midget who must have worked at the ice cream store preparing the ice cream came over to me. (He represents the preacher -- the one preparing the spiritual food for the people to eat. He can reproduce but is not usually full-grown unless they are studying on their own. Sometimes midgets' children mature normally, and sometimes they end up like the parent.) Although I wasn't going to order any of their flesh-pleasing treat, somehow I didn't have a choice and knew I had to. (I think this is God saying that if we sit under the teachings of apostate Christianity, we are still consuming, even if we are really there for another reason.) (We shouldn’t eat the king's dainties). I told him I wanted a large. He told me the price would be $6 (number of man). I was shocked. I said, “I can buy a whole gallon of ice cream for $6.” I paid him, and he walked off to prepare my order. As we sat, I hoped that the woman across the table would see my wedding ring (symbol of my unity with my spouse and know that I was married. (I pray this harlot body I am sharing with will see Jesus in me and want to come out of their apostasy.) She spoke of worldly things, one time mentioning that her sister (an unidentified sister-church body) was or is Nicole Kidman's roommate. (Nicole Kidman is a Scientologist; her roommate/husband used to be Tom Cruise. A lot of New Age / Eastern teaching is finding its way into some churches. Those in, and associated with, Hollywood are sometimes into satanism and pedophilia.) The little man from the ice cream shop brought me my order, and it was a very large chocolate milkshake. Then, all of a sudden, the table we were sitting at just started to move. It would move 10 or 20 feet away, then stop for a moment. Then it would move again. The ones sitting at the table did not have to move themselves, but just moved with the table. (Our table represents what we spiritually eat. Like the Sunday School teacher who said King David didn't obey the New Covenant laws on non-violence and tried to put them under the OT law. Their doctrine shifts to whatever seems to make them okay or whatever satisfies their flesh at the moment.) I remember drinking the milkshake and remembering that my body did not handle sugar well before the Lord healed me of diabetes. I confessed that I was healed, thanked the Lord, and drank the milkshake with no ill effects. (The Lord was saying that the apostate/elementary teachings won't harm me.) I am taking this as a confirmation to continue to visit this church until the Lord moves me on. That was the end of the dream. Comments: It is not a good idea for any disciple whom the Lord has brought out of the harlot church system to go back into it in this manner unless the Lord has called you to do that. As we are taught at UBM, once the Lord matures us to the point that we won't fall for the seduction of, or be harmed by the teachings of the harlot church system, and if He calls us to it, we may go back in for the purpose of bringing others out. If He sends you back in for this purpose, He will protect and defend you. (Because you can be seduced by their religious spirits again.) Broken Vessels David Eells - 10/05/2014 (My notes in red) S.P. wrote - 9/29/14: Last Friday night. My wife and I were both awakened by a loud noise like a crash. She said it sounded like breaking glass. (Clay or ceramic could sound similar.) We got up and looked all through the house for anything that might have fallen and/or broken, and we found nothing. So in the morning, we asked the Lord what it was about and got Ezekiel 36:22. (Which is about repairing a broken vessel, as we shall see. Then he asked me-) Have you heard of anybody else getting anything at that time or about that same passage? (We had a similar experience, which I will share in a moment.) According to The Karaite-Korner, the new moon for Rosh Hashanah this year was sighted on September 26, the night we heard the noise. Let's

