The river of will from God does not cease to flow simply because the man to whom it was sent says “no”. Without judgment, it moves on to find another. God’s intent will be done.
But what loss is there to the many who said no? Name it.
Those who said “no”, do not know what profit they might have received. How can they know the immense loss they keep from the lack of exchange?
A car was parked in front of the convenience store. Sitting behind it, was a police car with his lights on. While the policemen leaned forward to hand the man his ticket, a thief walked into the convenience store.
He robbed the clerk at gunpoint. Then he took a nice leisurely stroll through the door to leave. He had hardly cleared the door when the policeman shoved him to the ground.
From the complaints the robber yelled you would think he was a law-abiding and good citizen. With a smile upon his face, the policeman carefully and casually stuffed him into the back of his patrol car.
Would you call this thief stupid? Perhaps there’s a hundred other words you could use. But isn’t that what the godless are doing as they go about their lives in rebelion?
We live in a world of compromise. Is that how God’s people should live?
Go ask Ananias and Sapphira. If you don’t know who these two are, go look it up.
Go ask Achan son of Karmi.
Go ask Cain.
Go ask the Apostle Peter, as he separated himself from the Gentiles.
Go ask Demas.
Ask Jim Bakker.
Ask Jimmy Swaggart.
Billions of people live the life of compromise, and they pay an enormous price. Billions more have led an equally compromised life, but they were never caught; they lived just inside the rules of social legitimacy. But even while they have lived, their reward waits for them.
I can force no one to live a pure life in Christ. But I can certainly warn about the cost of compromise.
A poem for my grandson Danny.
Willoughby, Wallaby, Sneaker, and Snore, cast off in two boats t’ward an elegant Shore.
Leaving behind their frail hopes and weak dreams; risking it all to pursue The Great Scheme.
Willoughby Wallaby soon took the lead, flexing their muscles like white stallion steeds.
Sneaker and Snore barely took up their oar, considering labor a venomous bore.
Said Sneaker, “This work is is to hard for us two. Let us hitch to your stern. What say Double U?”
But word was sent back with a scowl and a snort, “Row as you can! We’ve no time for your sort.”
Soon came a Breeze, gainst their bows, to drive back. But Willoughby, Wallaby gave work no slack.
Sneaker and Snore soon rested their oar. And let the breeze blow them straight back to their shore.
Back to their poverty. Back to the stench. Elegance not being worth muscles wrenched.
While Willoughby, Wallaby soon came in sight, of an elegant castle perched high on cliffs white.
A rope was found dangling on which they could climb. Their great oar born muscles began t’ward sublime.
Reaching the summit, they were welcomed with good, and welcomed into their fine brotherhood.
The moral is sure to escape none who read: You get what you pay for; you reap from your seed.
By His Grace
What is the ultimate reward within the hands of the Lord Jesus for anyone? Perhaps we could find the answer to that by looking at Matthew chapter 12 verse 27.
“And no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal Him”.
I don’t know about anyone else. But to be privileged enough to see the father is supreme. We are told that no one will see God without a pure heart. How should my heart becomes pure except God will give me the gift.
I am putting mind of another verse, “. . . and they show all know me from the least of them to the greatest”.
Therefore in my mind, the greatest reward the Lord can offer anyone is that that someone sees eternal life.
By His Grace
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