Jesus has told us that we cannot serve both God and Mammoth and that we should give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and give to God what belongs to God. Our church system approaches some things with failure looming. Why do we tithe in money and set up fellowship dinners? Why not take our tithes and put it directly into ministries such as feeding the homeless, having concerts in the city park, and other city targeted services.
Jesus has told us that we cannot serve both God and Mammoth and that we should give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and give to God what belongs to God. Our church system approaches some things with failure looming. Why do we tithe in money and set up fellowship dinners? Why not take our tithes and put it directly into ministries such as feeding the homeless, having concerts in the city park, and other city targeted services. Many people are just plain sick of “church” and disgusted by the Christian community. Why? Let me tell you why…. We have become self righteous and self serving; we look at other people and see Drug addicts, thieves, whores, and many other titles. Why don’t we look at other people and see the void that these people are trying to fill? Why do we prop ourselves up not only above sinners but other church members? You think you are better than someone else, well lets ask God about that, just saying. Yes I have a bit of an attitude on this subject. Quite frankly I am fed up in what I see in the “Christian Community” myself. So much so that I hate to be labeled a “Christian”. We only seem to think about what Jesus is doing for us or will do for us and forget that he told us to be selfless servants, casting away every desire. Why do we see “out raged” “Christians” bombing abortion clinics instead of groups of individuals coming together standing outside those clinics saying “Do you need someone to adopt your child? Do you need help with medical expenses? Do you need someone to help you talk to your parents and make a plan?” Where are our hearts for the broken and battered people of God? Why do we throw up our hands in disgust when sinners act like sinners? Why are we kicking such people out of our churches? They need not only the word of God but true examples of THE LOVE OF GOD poured out all over them. An old film comes to mind, a John Wayne film actually. The Angel and the Bad Man. This movie featured the love of a true Christian family and how they used what resources they had to minister to their community. How the love of that family changed the heart of an outlaw and drew him in. The family helped everyone that needed help that was put in their path and they loved them. No matter their acts. They had the belief too that an individual who uses force of any kind against another individual injures their own soul. So the person doing the hurting is injured more than the one who is hurt. Why doesn’t the “Christian” community have this outlook? Also their is such disdain for the Jewish traditions and in particularly the law of Moses. How can we love God and not take part in such rich history that is centered around him but throw it away with disgust. The festivals are God’s appointed times. Don’t believe that then why do the triads fall on the Jewish holidays? hmmm Good question. Also the law that the Jews keep is their best interpretation of the lessons and teachings in the first five books of the bible. When did you last pick up the bible and a piece of paper and a pen? The bible says we all should keep a scroll of his commands….. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for us ourselves to go through the bible with that paper and pen from Genisus on and see what we come out with. What commands we aren’t keeping and how our own hearts should change. Jesus said he wouldn’t judge those who judge themselves. It’s time we stop seeking God’s hands and seek his face. It’s time we stop desiring to be blessed but to bless.
The plainest simplest picture of a spiritual battle is the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other whispering in our ears. God’s direction is found in the word of God and by learning to hear his voice. We either imitate God and love or we imitate the enemy and become selfish and hateful. The enemy is cleaver. He understand human nature very well. He has observed it for the whole of humanity. He knows how to manipulate. If he can get someone to act on a temptation and do something selfish and hurtful then he can use this to attack us. Then he gets us to put the blame on that person. Yes that person chose to act on the temptation but did they understand the spiritual situation? Do they know it was the enemy tempting them? Or do they think it comes from their own feelings? Learn to identify the enemy in your life and resist him. The word of God says to resist the devil and he will flee from you! Exorcism according to Peter comes from faith. Faith comes from hearing and hearing from the word of God. As our faith grows and we learn to discern and identify the acts of the enemy in our lives and learn to resist the devil he will flee from us. When you identify the acts of the enemy in someone else be kind and help them understand their situation don’t let the enemy draw you into conflict.
“For God is not a God of confusion but of peace. As in all the churches of the saints.” 1 Corinthians 14:33 (ESV)
“But when He, the Spirit of truth, comes, He will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on His own; He will speak only what He hears, and He will tell you what is yet to come.” John 16:13 (NIV)
I love you but…..
With Real LOVE there is no But. Love is not always affectionate feelings. It is an active effort to do, say, and think on what is best for another person Rather than yourself. So when you hear “I love you But…” This speaker has stopped using the active requirements of love. Real love is unconditional it doesn’t ask for anything in return it always puts others first and does what is in the best interest of the other person even if it means allowing the other person to learn a lesson. This is called discipline not punishment! Discipline comes from love to correct behavior. Sometimes our loving father has to discipline us. Discipline DOES NOT humiliate or demean! YHVH actively loves us. He REQUIRES that we Actively love one another despite our differences, disagreements, and the injuries we cause one another. If there is someone you can’t bring yourself to love or forgive Deal with it now don’t wait.
Matthew 5:23 Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, 24
leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift. (this leaves the impression that your gift won’t be accepted otherwise)
If you need to tell YHVH I don’t know how I can forgive this person I don’t know how I could love them or care about them. YHVH helps us with our shortcomings just ask him.
Jeremiah (Yirmeyahu) 8:12 Are they ashamed of their detestable conduct? No, they have no shame at all; they do not even know how to blush. So they will fall among the fallen; they will be brought down when they are punished, says the LORD.
I was taught about God from the time I was old enough to hear about him. My mother was a spirit filled Christian who had a walk with God. She taught me how to pray. She taught me, best of all, how to recognize Chastisements and Blessings. Most people recognize this as karma. Even though I was not raised in church I was taught about God in my life.At an early age I gave my life to Y’shua (Jesus). My youth also meant that I still felt pretty pure; there was much I had yet to experience. When I stopped seeking God’s will and began seeking my own I knew to expect chastisements. My focus had shifted from the things of God to seeking my own pleasures. Much of my mother’s advice about dating and relationships I brushed off. What did she know she married her high school sweetheart and never had other relationships, I thought. I gave my virginity away at too young of an age, believing that I would marry him. Craving freedom and maturity I worked hard and graduated a year early from high school. My relationship with my parents seemed non existent. In my mind it was time to move on and start my own life, although I had no real plan. Early the next fall my father suffered a massive head trauma that had all of us begging him to go to a Dr. When I spoke with him about it I told him frankly that he could have a brain bleed, not even knowing it, and die. His response was simple, “Then I die.” In that moment I accepted his death, should it result. The next month was an experience I will never forget. Recalling as if it were yesterday, the air around me, no matter where I was, had the same smell. Before too long the air was so thick I could taste it. My parents were off on a business trip; I called and checked on them daily, knowing something wasn’t right. I kept watching closely at the events going on around me wondering what and when something was going to happen. My parents arrived home on election day Nov 2, 2004. I spoke to my father once for sure before Friday. This man that I lived with my whole life never took a day off from work. He cut short a business meeting that day and came home. It was getting close to the end of the school day and I needed to pick a girl up I babysat on occasion. My father lied in bed when I headed for the door. I stopped only to tell my mother that she needed to call an ambulance right now. Trying not to cry she told me that he didn’t want her to do that. Then I pressed harder letting her know that if she didn’t call an ambulance he would die. I walked out of that house with out saying a word to my dad. Embracing my anger about his foolish decision in my mind I walked out the door without saying goodbye. I knew he was going to die without believing he was going to die. My father took his last breath that day, leaving much between us unresolved and on a bad note. A few years earlier I learned something about him that I still struggle with forgiving today. In the emergency room I watched my mom break in two when the Dr told us there was nothing else they could do. I couldn’t understand her reaction. There were no tears on my face, no broken heart to cry out to God after. Our relationship had grown cold. The roller coaster ride of emotions started shortly after that wreaking havoc on my 3 yr relationship with my fiance. I leaned on someone else that kept me close to the people and the world I thought I lost. A wedge was driven between my fiance and I, within a few months of living together I found myself back home. I had set myself on a self destructive path, no longer feeling like I deserved happiness. . It is sad to admit but I felt the loss of my first love much worse than I did my father. I learned by first hand experience that heart break is not just an expression; my heart literally hurt.The relationship I kindled with this other person while I was still living with my now ex fiance was exciting but unrealistic. My life had become about distraction from the hurt and not coming face to face with situation. I didn’t have a job. The lack of planning and preparing for my future left me in a pit I didn’t know how to get out of. Instead of trying to face my situation I wanted to ignore it and keep myself distracted as best I could. It had come to my attention that I tried to grow up too fast; all that fun in high school I missed I was going to make up for. That pure hearted girl who loved God was tarnished and never to be the same . A couple months at the lake with some friends taught me many worldly things. For example that drinking might not be so bad after all. That bars could be a fun place to just let lose and have a good time. That having casual relationships were not wrong but the thing to do before you “settle down”. I made a pact with myself to not be driven by my inhibitions anymore. What it boiled down to was I was living for my flesh and satisfying my flesh. Within my soul was burdened and I knew that if I faced judgment that day it wouldn’t be good. I knew that God had bigger plans for me at one time, but I thought that maybe I had missed out on that. Before long I found myself indulging in prescription pills to help me sleep. To put it more plainly so that I was not plagued by my conscience in my sleep. I would dream about my ex and wake up alone and the emptiness I felt was almost unbearable. The more people talked the more I wanted to give them something to talk about. I felt so alone. I knew that I had dug a hole but didn’t know how to get out of it. I began looking for a new relationship as the “fun”‘ started to wear off. I wanted to straiten things out. I began a job at a bank in the collections department. Apparently sympathizing with the poor people is NOT what a collections clerk should do. It didn’t work out. Fall of 2006 I started college near my home town. Finding a new calling in life sounded exciting, I needed a purpose. I always wanted to help people in one way or another. When I was younger I dreamed of getting my psych degree and living like Fraiser, except I would have a real practice. When I confessed the desire to pursue at least counseling to those fronting the tuition for me, I was discouraged. My major was undecided. Even though I was in school I didn’t let it stop me from having a good time. In the midst of my bar hoping I fell in love with the music scene. I still frequented rodeos trying to hold on to my childhood. If I was going to settle down I wanted to find someone that kept me in the same kind of life I had growing up. After a bullriding a girlfriend and I went to the bar. There was this handsome guy playing pool next our table. We ended up exchanging phone numbers before the night was over. We went on a few dates and found we had many things we liked to do in common. It didn’t take long though before I found him cheating and we split up. By the end of the semester my semi parting lifestyle hurt my grades. If I had another similar semester I would find myself on probation. That guy that caught my attention a couple months earlier was calling again, he was sorry. We hung out and went dancing together. Even though I insisted that we were only going to be friends my affections for him were growing. We began dating again before long. My schedule for the next semester was lighter, hopefully I could stay on top of my grades. Living with my mom was paining her and myself. Even though I was making the effort to move forward in my life it wasn’t working out. I got really sick and missed two weeks of school early in the second semester. One professor was all that stood between me and keeping my GPA up. He wouldn’t allow me to make up the work and test that I missed. It was better that I withdraw than fail and be put on probation. Finding a job this time was almost too easy. A girlfriend of mine, her mother got me a job working for an optometrist. I withdrew from school and started working. My now boyfriend had moved from the town he lived in to the town I was working in to find himself a job. We both needed to be able to get ourselves on our feet. The girl he had cheated on me with the first time started calling shortly after we started dating again. She was pregnant. Do you know that when your meant for God and you try to live without him nothing you try to do on your own works out. I forgot. I forgot for a long time. My boyfriend didn’t know if this party girl he hooked up with was really pregnant or if would be his anyways. We both had jobs now and started saving to get our own place. It was some of the best few months together; we had a lot of fun. The discussion of marriage had come around and we thought we really wanted to be together. Why not we had a lot of fun together. There was this one day when for a reason I can’t remember now he got a little rough with me. I broke it off for a couple weeks but we ended up back together. Shortly after that we got a rent house out in the country. Life seemed perfect. We were talking about getting married. I didn’t want to have a wedding, though. We took a trip and were going to go to the courthouse while we were gone but ended up in another fight where he grabbed my wrist. We didn’t split up this time but we didn’t take off to the courthouse either. When we came home a week later his ex had the baby. I thought, if he finds out later that it is his kid he would have wanted to of been there when she was born. I talked him into going to the hospital and seeing her. He took one look at her and fell in love. This girl who he had partied with all of a sudden seemed like someone he could try to make it work with for the baby. He packed a bag and left me. After I told him the day before, I know your going to leave me and he swore he wouldn’t. I now had rent and utilties to make on my own. I found another job working as a miller girl a couple weekends a month. Going to bars dressed up real sexy promoting beer. It sounded fun. Then I realized I needed a more steady part time job to make ends meat. I got a job at the local convenient store on the weekend. I knew that this wasn’t going to last. I started hanging out with many different guys trying to hide the hurt and replace the loss. It only took two months before he was in contact with me again. They had split up and he was sorry. I knew it wouldn’t last and I knew I wanted to be with him. He had managed to buy a house back in his hometown. It was a fixer upper, though and he hadn’t moved in yet. I decided to give up the house I had rented and move in with him. We got married a month later. Now I was having to drive 90 miles a day to work round trip. It seemed like everything that could go wrong did. His best friend was put on life support, his ex started stalking me, my car was hit from behind and totaled. My co-workers and boss was getting fed up with my drama. My husband had stopped sleeping with me. People I didn’t know were calling my husband telling him all kinds of lies about what I was doing behind his back. I had never felt so alone or like the whole world was against me like I did then. We never had a real honeymoon. We did take a trip but he ended up getting physical with me in an argument. After just three months he cheated on me with an ex girlfriend in our house. There was constant fighting and it had even turned physical. There was one day that he stuck a gun in my face and if I hadn’t of grabbed the end of the barrel and stuck it to my forehead and told him to go ahead I think he might have shot me. I fought hard to get him to try and to care and to love me again. After just eight months of living marriage and all kinds of turmoil within and outside our marriage I walked out. I had never felt so unloved or had such a low opinion of myself. I had never been around so many people that lived with constant conflict and weren’t happy without it. I moved out and back in with my mom. I had to quit the job I had just started in his home town because of the drive and the drama. I had no job no money and was in a much deeper hole than I had pulled myself out of. He had started binge drinking a few months into our marriage. After I moved out that is all he did or wanted to do was party and sleep around. I couldn’t get him to talk to me to work out the details of the divorce. He wouldn’t help me with money even though I had been paying his mortgage payments and all the other bills. It felt awful knowing I had been good to him. I started partying again myself. I didn’t know what else to do. I got a job as a bartender for a few months. My neighbor that I grew up with started pursuing relationship with me. He at least had his head on straight. I started looking for other work. One of the Dr.’s I worked for opened a new office and hired me. I had a good job a great boyfriend and was getting things back on track finally. However, I still hadn’t filed for divorce. I didn’t know how to just do it. I didn’t really have the money for a lawyer and something deep inside me hated the idea. Divorce was something I had a deep moral issue with. My husband had joined the marine corps and had started contacting me again. He wanted to work things out. In Dec he left for boot camp. I started distancing myself from my boyfriend and fighting this dilemma in my head about staying with my husband and giving him another chance or getting the divorce. Finally I committed to staying with him and trying to work things out. He knew about my boyfriend and was upset that I had developed a relationship with someone else. Repairing our relationship was going to take a lot of work. His first duty station assignment sent him to Camp Pendleton California. Against the advice of my mother and many others I hopped on a plane and moved to California. When I pulled up to our new apartment he was standing outside with no expression, no smile. This still stands out very strong in my mind today. After just a couple of weeks the physical fights started again. We might not have ever had any physical fights if I wasn’t so dead set on standing up for myself when I am being verbally abused. If I tried to leave that is when it got physical. I called the military police and got him in trouble with his command. This meant counseling would be required for both of us and the case of domestic assault would go before a review board for him. The counselor that dealt with us both individually warned me that he was a very dangerous individual and that I needed to leave. Here I was 1400miles from home again with no job and no money. This time though I was pregnant. I began praying and crying out to God. I was alone in our apartment since he was being kept at the barracks. I told God I didn’t know what was right. I had a dream about my own father and knew that I couldn’t imagine having not grown up with him. I wanted to work things out. After my husband was allowed to come back home he started to talk to ex girl friends from back home and flirt with girls on base. He stopped sleeping with me and started having phone sex with an ex girlfriend back home. After our first ultrasound appointment I knew something wasn’t right he wasn’t wanting to share the information with people back home. He wasn’t happy. It took a couple of months before I could prove what kind of relationships he was having with other women. We fought almost constantly. All I could think about was this beautiful baby girl that I thought I would never have. I wanted her to know what love looked like. I wanted her to be safe and not scared. I wanted her to know how a woman should be treated by a man. I also didn’t want to take her away from her father. Not that the means of leaving were really available. In Jan of 2010 my husband had to start counseling for domestic abuse. It changed everything. We were happy. We were able to work out our issues. Chailyn (Chai is Hebrew it means living Lyn is English and means water, living water) Nadine (french for Hope) was born May 23 2012. For awhile we were happy. Then his older daughter who was always pawned off by her mother on other people ended up living with my father-in-law. The discussion of fighting for custody now seemed more real than ever. It took a year before my husband realized that his father had lied to him about his intentions to seek custody himself. We filed in March of 2011 for custody to be met with a counter suit from his father. My husband and I both had been involved with my step daughter about as much as we were allowed. She had a bond with us both. After she moved in with his father we were no longer allowed to see her and that bond faded. In August of 2011 I became pregnant again and in Oct we flew home to go to court for custody. What would have been an out of court default on the mothers part turned into an ugly drawn out battle because of my father-in-law. The stress of everything going on stirred fights between us again. My husband had been out of counseling for over a year by this point and all the things he had learned he stopped applying. In Dec of 2011 we picked up my then 4 1/2 year old step daughter and brought her home with us for good. Now we were expecting a new baby in just a few months our middle daughter was used to being the only child and our step daughter was uprooted and having to adjust to her new home. Not only was it not home but for the past year she had her head filled with all kinds of negative things about her dad and I. She was used to getting her way and not having any discipline. Our plates were full. By this point I had played cat and mouse with God for quite a while ignoring my promise to fulfill my calling. I found that I was no longer able to pray. This was new. Even though I had been out God’s will for several years no, I still prayed. When it came time to deliver my son that sense of doom started creeping up on me. I was afraid something was going to go wrong for the baby. He arrived just fine but after 24 hours he was put in the NICU for pneumonia. After a week of IV meds we were released from the hospital and assured that he would be just fine. He did well after that. However that feeling of doom was growing into a feeling of immediate danger. I knew that God was calling me back. I sat down in a chair one afternoon and read this scripture…
Jeremiah (Yirmeyahu) 8:12 Are they ashamed of their detestable conduct? No, they have no shame at all; they do not even know how to blush. So they will fall among the fallen; they will be brought down when they are punished, says the LORD.
I realized how wicked my heart had become that I no longer even blushed or felt ashamed for much of my sin. With a pitiful heart I cried out to God and begged for his forgiveness. When we live a life that is outside the will of God no matter how hard we try things just don’t work out. If you are living a life that feels like it is two steps forward three steps back, then I encourage you to seek God. Put God first and above all things he will turn it all around. There may be things you have prayed for in the past that God is waiting to give you, but he is waiting for you to get on track with him.
I am happy to share that my husband has now given his life to God and has been baptized by the holy spirit! There were so many times I was curled up in a ball crying out to God, “Father I can’t take another day.” My husband had abused me in front of my kids and then blamed the whole thing on me. I wanted to leave him. I tried every answer but God. Then when I finally yielded and cried out to him not only did he rescue my soul but he has rescued my life! Seek God; he is the only absolute thing you can put your trust in. He will not fail you. Do not give up.
I have been nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award, thanks to Everything Else Thrown In
I am very honored and must say that it truly caught me off guard. Thank you!
Part of accepting this award means that I am to tell 7 things about myself in this posting.
1.I love the Lord our God and my saviour Y’shua the Messiah with all my heart and all my soul.
2.Y’shua has placed upon my heart to NOT be an idol believer.
3. I am not always comfortable sharing the convictions of my faith.
4. I am a mother of 3 young children and a wife.
5.The first thing the Lord gave me was a horse when I was 14. (The owner GAVE her to me for no reason at all. He didn’t know that I had prayed for one. “Seek first…..”)
6. The second thing he gave me was my daughter Chailyn Nadine (we tried for over 2 yrs. her names mean living water, hope)
7.The third is my husband who has recently turned his life over to the Lord!
Not in any particular order I am nominating the following bloggers also…
Philippians 3:10 I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11 and so, SOMEHOW, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
12 NOT THAT I HAVE ALREADY OBTAINED ALL THIS, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13 Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
Even PAUL says I do not consider myself to have already obtained salvation! But I PRESS ON TOWARD THE GOAL to WIN the PRIZE!
How many times have we been told If you believe in the Messiah then you are going to heaven?
Even the demons KNOW that he was the messiah!
(Matthew 8:29 “What do you want with us, Son of God?” they shouted. “Have you come here to torture us before the (Festival in Hebrew is appointed tim) appointed time?”)
Y’shua Warns I did not come to destroy the law!
(Matthew 5: 17 “Don’t misunderstand why I have come. I did not come to abolish the law of Moses or the writings of the prophets. No, I came to accomplish their purpose.)
Y’shua tells us IF you love me Then you will obey my commands!
(John 15: “If you love me, obey my commandments.)
Take up your cross DAILY he says and leave the rest behind and follow me.
(john 9:23 Then he said to the crowd, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me.)
He reminds us, we have a purpose and we will be judged according to our works.
(Acts 1:8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Revelation 20:13 The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what they had done.)
Be my witnesses!
The desire to follow the laws of God should be LOVE and OBEDIENCE not bragging rights or what you will receive from it. To what extent have we SURRENDERED ourlives to serving Y’shua the Messiah.
2 Corinthians 5:15 “That those who live should no longer live for themselves but for HE WHO DIED and ROSE again!”
This is the verdict (KJV Condemnation): Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. 20 Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. 21 But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.
We have an obligation to the souls of this world and that is what we should work towards everyday.
Do you love God? What evidence do you have to show God that you Love him?
John 14:15 “If you love me, keep my commandments.” 1John5:3 In fact, this is love for God: to keep his commands. And his commands are not burdensome,
The test of love is obedience.
Sometimes we get caught up in other things even in doing things for God and neglect our relationship with God. When we stop asking, “God what do YOU want me to do today?” We have taken our eyes off of him and stopped seeking his will. We can’t do his will if we don’t take the time to listen.
Matthew 7:22 Many will say to me in that day, ‘My Lord, my Lord, have we not prophesied in your name, and in your name have cast out demons, and have done many mighty works in your name?’24 And then I will confess to them, ‘I have never known you, remove yourselves far from me, you workers of evil.’
Let us keep our eyes on God.
Hebrews 12:1 Therefore, we also, who have all of these witnesses who surround us like clouds, let us throw off from us all the weights of the sin which is always ready for us, and let us run with patience this race that is set for us.
It was once described to me that this world is like a egg waiting to be hatched. As baby chitlings we think this is all there is because it is all we have ever known. Yet their is something much better waiting for those who withstand their test of obedience. They shall have life. When the skies recede like a scroll we will all know the purpose of this world is to separate those who love and seek God from those who pursue the desires of their own hearts. Let us not be the ones that seek their own way.
Philippians 3:12 I have not yet received it, neither am I yet perfect, but I run so that I may obtain that thing for which Yeshua The Messiah apprehended me.
What is this life for?
We were created. This earth was created. The purpose of this life and the purpose of our creation is to separate those who love God from those who don’t. Imagine that this world is much like an egg that is waiting to be hatched. We are incubated and prepared for what is to come. Some are born and some aren’t. We are incubated on earth, allowed to grow into the worthiness of eternal life. One day the skies will recede like a scroll and God’s glory will be reviled. God tests our love here. His test for love is obedience. We were given freedom of will to determine the good from the bad. Without this freedom true goodness could not exist because it would be from our nature and not our heart that we are good. Some of us seek God and his will for our lives; some live their whole life in pursuit of the desires of their own hearts. Really it is pretty simple the purpose for man isn’t to see how much can be achieved or gained. The purpose for mankind here on earth is to show our love for God with our Obedience. It is only through Y’shua the Messiah that we may live righteously, through the power of his spirit. Let your true faith in Y’shua give you life! If you believe in Y’shua then you must believe everything he taught. Y’shua was the picture of love for God shown in blameless obedience toward God. He is our example, he is “the way”(the walk).
Matthew5:8 “Blessed are those who are pure in their hearts, for they shall see God.”
Revelations 21:27 “There shall not be anything defiled there, or one who makes defilement or lies, but only those who are written in The Book of the Lamb.”
Isaiah 43:7 Everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.”
Titus 2:14 Who gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works.
Ephesians 3:9-10 And to bring to light for everyone what is the plan of the mystery hidden for ages in God who created all things, so that through the church the manifold wisdom of God might now be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly places.