LizChatter

I get junk mail, you get junk mail. It's so common that I rarely even read the details of the junk mail envelopes. I have been adulting for so long that I can literally see which mail is junk and which is contains something I want and need.  Most of the time.  Recently though, I came home to a pile of mail sitting on the coffee table. It had been there a few hours and needed to be sorted. So I got to it, 1 stack of important mail and 1 stack of junk mail. The important mail eventually travels to my desk while the junk mail eventually travels to the recycle bin.  After sorting the mail into the two separate stacks I began to open the important envelopes & packages. Dealing with the contents of one envelope after the other. Then, I side glance at the junk mail stack and see that there is a short note on the back of one envelope. So I pick the envelope up and turn it over to see who sent it. Long story short, the envelope contained a refund, a desperately needed, u...

This is the reason behind the spirit of giving that comes out of every single redeemed heart!

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 comparabl...