For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God.
For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!”
The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God.
Merry Christmas nation of Israel.
I speak to the spiritual Israel not the physical Israel.
We are a new nation, we are the sons of God.
Or more correctly, the sons and daughters of God.
If we are children of God, then perhaps when we grow up, we will resemble our Father.
I’ve taken a sabbatical from posting for more than a month.
The Lord directed me to do so.
For you see, I was playing slightly out of tune.
He wanted me to change before I wrote again.
What I wrote in the past is probably true, but the spirit or tune that it was written in may have been too soulish, too urgent, too direct without enough agape, self-sacrificing love.
It’s been an interesting month, as each day with the Lord has seen major developments, growth, revelation and insight into just what is going on around here.
My spiritual eyes and ears are more in tune with the Spirit of God than they have ever been in my life before.
And everyday, the static keeps getting filtered out more and the trials by fire keep increasing.
Having my character assassinated seems to be par for the course at this point.
I rejoice when the accusations come.
It just confirms that I’m doing what God has called me to and people in the flesh get jealous and want to find any reason, real or imagined, to drag me down to their level.
I’m building patience.
I patiently endure suffering.
I don’t seek my own will.
I seek to glorify my Father in Heaven.
I think of Jesus.
He suffered and died to set all of us sinners free from the law of sin and death.
He died for us, in love, while we were yet sinners.
I love the sinners.
Jesus is a friend of sinners.
This weekend alone, I gave out presents to Angel Tree kids.
They are the children of the incarcerated.
I opened my home to a brother in the Lord who has fallen upon hard times and got himself evicted from his living situation.
He doesn’t need me to correct him.
The Lord will teach him how to think.
He needs a loving friend who doesn’t care how bad he’s screwed up but instead says, “I love you, bro, no matter what. I’m here for you. I’m your shelter in the storm.”
He needs to see and feel God’s unconditional love in action.
He’s almost 20 years younger than I am and both his parents are dead.
Who can he turn to?
It’s not always easy doing the right thing.
It’s not always easy sacrificing yourself.
It’s not always easy laying your life down for your friends.
I love my brother even when he’s difficult to be around.
I see the promise in his life.
He’s been down before.
But he never gives up.
He never throws in the towel.
He will rise again.
A righteous man falls seven times.
But he gets up eight.
We went and fed the homeless at the park last night.
We rendered aid to another brother who ran out of gas and was stranded on the side of the road for hours.
We are His hands and feet.
When the world looks at us, they should see Him in action.
We are the Body.
He is the Head.
Submit to God.
Resist the devil and he will flee.
Our victory is assured.
To God be the glory forever and ever.
In Christ Jesus we pray.