Time for a word to our sponsor
Yes, time for a word to our sponsor is due. I saw a snatch of a lyric from Caedmon’s Call this morning that really struck me—we’re all stillborn…
It ties in with Amir Tsarfati’s near constant reminder—no one’s born a Christian. Jesus wasn’t a Christian. Paul never read the New Testament. They were both Jewish guys. We need to look reality in the face, and be grateful. We’re all in boot camp. We can cooperate, or resist. Cooperation certainly seems difficult for all of us. But it’s the only approach that helps. After all, we cooperate (eventually) and love it—or we go to Hell.
To get into the Kingdom of God, we need to be born a second time. That’s the only way we can enter—with a deeply personal encounter with the Messiah Yeshua. And we can’t even do that without the Holy Spirit. And you need to talk to the Lord about all of this. He’s looking for friends and companions. Religious affiliation will not do it. Dogma and doctrine are inventions of man which are normally far too limited in scope to even be useful.
Yes! It’s time for a word to our sponsor
We’re stillborn into an intense training session we never volunteered for. [Yes, there are many tales of spirits around the Throne eager to be sent into the fray. But, they have no idea it begins with complete memory loss.] Jesus told me a while ago that was a shock to Him also. He told me it really didn’t all come together until he was baptized, reborn, filled with the Spirit, and saw the dove coming down from Heaven. He wasn’t a child prodigy either. He had no form or comeliness that we should desire him. He was just a guy, with a massive call on His life. He did it all wonderfully well.
Most of us waste our entire life until we finally figure out the simple truth. What an amazing plan! This entire universe was created to make place for a people in His image [which is Jesus]. How old were you when you figured this out? For me, though I walked with the Lord since 1974, intensely, this simplicity of reality didn’t dawn on me until over the last decade—after I hit seventy. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for doing this all for us. You certainly deserve all the honor and the glory. Maranatha!