Dear, dear Shalom. I must get Amanda and others in Eureka
to join me here. As for your reply this morning, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, perfectly put, I wish I could put things so
perfectly the first. The only problem is that I am more a
whiner and complainer in the Kingdom--selfish and all those
things we deplore in others, and much of what I would do
myself would be in the vein of, well, here I am again Lord,
sitting here typing scripture. NOBODY reads it. NOBODY
cares. They all think I'm probably nuts or could not get
a life if I wanted one, BUT!!! I'll keep sitting here
doing this if You think this is going anywhere.
You see, that would be my brain pattern, and since God can
only work around our brain patterns until we miraculously
begin to "put on the mind of Christ", there are many
problems putting a divine plan in action.
And my interpretation that you might be somehow tired of
being the one who posts scripture shows how far I have
fallen from Grace.
Seriously Shalom. That's really far. Please understand
that I have come back not from the high mountain, but
from the pig pen I returned to.
Again, that's like almost dying of cholera, and being able
to walk among the sick and not become infected, so everything
works for good for those in Christ Jesus. But there certainly
is a better way than that. As I wandered north and ran into
many, many saint-like beings of the past, I found several
rather worldly people in their place, all of whom were confused
as to how to get back home, and didn't think the transformation
would be possible again. I've been there, and it is very
very frightening.
Run the race,...that scripture I must find tonight. And
also the story of the Waldenses. They were just one little
story of so many, but amazing.
My favorite scripture:
He that testifieth these things
saith: Surely I come quickly.
Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus. |
