The Choice

People who choose to ignore God’s word, minimize it, or change it into something more palatable are only fooling themselves. God does NOT hate homosexuals, but He does hate the lifestyle. He made rules for us to follow for our own good (don’t we as parents make rules for our children that keep them from harm?) God also wants His children to be pure and holy, not we will achieve that in this life, but we are supposed to draw as close to Him as we can. We can lie to ourselves all we want to. We can come up with new “bibles” to water it down, but it doesn’t change who God is or what His word really says. There are consequences for every decision we make. But we choose. We are all born sinners. We choose which spirit will rule over us.

We are all in a spiritual battle, whether we know it or not. Ephesians 6:10ff lists our spiritual armor and tells us how to use it. Satan wants to (and has) twist God’s word, cast doubt on it, just as he did in the Garden of Eden. He wants people to love themselves and their own agenda more than they love God. Every time we reject God and His TRUE word (the KJV Bible), it’s like spitting in the face of Jesus and rejecting His sacrifice for us. If there was another way to get to God then He went through all of that torture for nothing. His love for us kept Him on the cross until the disciples took Him down. God offers eternal life with Him, forgiveness, an abundant life (not necessarily in riches), peace, joy, happiness, love, grace, mercy, kindness, goodness.  BUT HE LEAVES THE CHOICE TO US. He didn’t want to force us to love Him. If He did then that love would be meaningless.

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I’m Thankful For–Post 6

I’m thankful for my kids: my son and my daughter (and my six grandkids, birthed by my daughter).

They were so cute and precocious when they were little. When our son was a toddler we lived in a mobile home in Chincoteague, Virginia. The mobile home was carpeted except for the kitchen. It was linoleum. One day when Sherman had just realized he could run, he went to the doorway of the back bedroom and ran as fast as his little legs would go, all the way to the kitchen. But when he got to the linoleum floor his feet slid out from under him. Wham! He hit the cabinets and fell on his bottom. He looked around to gauge my reaction. I laughed and he did too.

Our daughter was born in Germany. I loved our apartment on the base. It was huge (kitchen was tiny): spacious living room with dining room off to the side between the kitchen and master bedroom, a maid’s closet which we used for our little girl’s bedroom, nice bathroom and smaller bedroom. We were on the second floor of a three-story building in Katterbach.

When Tammy started crawling I had to put her in the playpen when I cleaned so she wouldn’t mess up what I had just done. But, oh, how she hated for me to leave the room she was in to clean another. No matter how many toys I gave her to play with, or what music I would play, she would cry and carry on as if a dear pet had died.

Now they are both grown and living about ten hours away (by car). But they call us frequently and on birthdays and Mother’s and Father’s Day we get special recognition from them. They often tell us how glad they are to have us as parents. That’s what parenting is all about: raising them in the nurture and admonition of the Lord so they will grow up to appreciate their God, their parents, and recognize that every good and perfect gift comes from God.

By the way, God never promised that every day would be filled with sunshine and warmth. He never promised that every day would be a good day. What He did promise was that He would never leave us, or forsake us, that He would see us through every trial, laugh with us, cry with us, and surround us with His grace, comfort and mercy, if we would but trust in Him with all of our heart, and lean not on our own understanding. Proverbs 3:1-6.