God is not Santa Claus. Making a list and checking it twice to find out who’s been good and gets His gifts. Yes, He sees us when we’re sleeping and He knows when we’re awake, but that’s because He’s helping us, not because He’s waiting to slap our hand. Tweens often worry about admitting they know who Santa really is because they think the toys’ll go away. They pretend a little further just in case. We’re so afraid of the same thing. Like God’s nature depends on us. That ain’t it.
God is not a casino. Wanting to woo you into His never-can-tell-what-time-it-is world. Giving you enough wins to keep you playing. Dazzling you enough to keep spending. Like God’s a slot machine. That ain’t it.
God is not an employee. Going in and out of our lives like air in a balloon. A counteragent to our self. Only able to do what we let Him do. That ain’t it.
It’s not a function of God v. Me. It’s God and me because God loved me first. He started it. And He started it with love. To ignore that is pagan, pure and simple.
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Heard from our pulpit this morning: “Did you (sin) this week? You stepped out of the basket. Stepped out of allowing Christ to work through you…. If you’re sinning, you’re making the choice to get out of the basket, you’ve stopped Christ from working through you.
If you continue to live your life your way, it’ s because you don’t understand–the Christian life is lived by faith.”
Um.. sorry. And here I thought my God was omnipotent. Guess I’m more powerful than I thought. Oh wait, it’s that sin nature. My flesh. So powerful. I need more faith. And a brick wall upon which to beat my head. 😉 <-except that it's no laughing matter. *sigh*
Dear Mel,Ouch! Be a free spirit and follow God the way He leads you to. Be a little child in His love, and he will grow you up. But by all means, ‘don’t listen to’ false teachers of the law who shame blame the sheep into guilty submission to man. My Savior is Jesus. Not some bimbo in the pulpit who doesn’t understand Grace. If during and after a sermon, you feel ‘ripped off’ you probably have been ‘got at’ by another shame / blamer who judges and condemns the sheep in order to control them by guilt. Thank God we all have a Savior who came to set us all free from all that religious garbage. Thank God for true Grace and for the Real Gospel. And everybody ‘t live in a religious basket. But in the love of a God who is bigger than a basket. “Basket theology’? ‘That’s’ a new one! What will they think of next!