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Thursday Night Thoughts 08162018

What if the preoccupation that one has with the idea or the feeling that they're being judged is a direct result of their own spirit crying out, groaning and longing to once again walk in the Light? 

What if the great lengths to which one goes in their endeavors to force their spirit into an existence that embraces transgression and chooses in favor of that which has set itself against God, is the soil that nourishes the root system from which these feelings grow?

The one who is spiritually dead will have not these feelings; that which is not alive cannot feel. So then, one who has never been quickened or made spiritually alive in Christ may live in transgression and appear blissfully unaware of the spiritual harm they're experiencing. This bliss-filled, sinful life will never be the case for those of us who have experienced a trusting, loving relationship with God through Christ Jesus. We have been made alive, therefore we feel. 

Willful sin then might be comparable to a torture chamber, in the life of a man or woman who has been made spiritually alive in Christ. A dungeon where, if carnal ears could hear, the tortured cries of the spirit-man would send arrow like shivers to the very core of your being.

Is it possible that the feeling or idea that you're being judged is an inaudible cry from your spirit begging you to stop the torture? Is it a cry asking that you humble yourself and return to a Father who has paid your sin-debt and provided guidelines that allow your body, spirit, and soul to prosper while at the same time preparing you for an eternity with Him? 

What if this is the case? What if.



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