June 6, 2016

Why the truly redeemed do not fret

Do you know anyone, who upon hearing that they are coming to visit, then you get excited?

(That is rare, I would think, because "company" is work....but think about it for a moment.)

What if the person was a great cleaner, and organizer, and was kind, and cheerful, and demanded that they pay all your needs for a week, and cooked for you, and was blind to your dirt, and never asked for anything in return, then do you think you would welcome them with open arms, and for that week, knowing all you needed to do was rest, then would you worry about anything?

Maybe you would.

Maybe you would wonder what they were telling anyone else about your home, and your ways.

Truthfully, there is no one on this earth we are told to trust (Psalm 118:8).

We are commanded to love people, not trust them.

Our trust belongs to God alone (Proverbs 3:5).

In knowing him, one knows perfect love, and perfect love gets rid of fear (I John 4:18).

Before knowing God, one can think that they know him, and can even sing about him.

A child does that, and there are many in churches who do that.

Few know God; many have fear, and walk the wide road (Matthew 7:13).

The few, who do know him, fear nothing.

In knowing God, they know that he is powerful, for he has washed them clean.

Their filthy self is no more.

That is powerful.

They know that if he can wash their filth, then he can do that in others.

The "others," who the redeemed carry in their hearts, are loved into the kingdom.

While tempted to do so, they don't worry about the souls of others, and wonder why it is taking "so long" for others to come into the kingdom. They just continue to love all others, and trust God.

They know that it took a while for them to see the light, and that it was not as simple as repeating a prayer, for that is not the way to know God. Jesus is the way. He preached repentance (Matt. 4:17).

They know that they are not heart-changers, God is.

They know that God is the miracle worker, they aren't.

They are simply yielded vessels who love.

They don't fret.

Do you?



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