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Difficulty in God's Presence?



Why is it so difficult to be in God's presence?


Why do you continue to allow any and everything to distract you from God's presence? When it's time to pray, you'd rather play subway surfer or check Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat. When the sermon is going on, you'd rather spend your time texting everyone about everything. Rather than eating the word of God, you'd rather eat physical food. (Read Isaiah 55:2) Don't you know that man shall not live by bread alone? But by every word that comes from the mouth of God? (Read Matthew 4:4, Luke 4:4, Deuteronomy 8:3)


Why is it that when Christ and his mother were at the wedding, they ran out of wine, but after giving them his wine, they couldn't thirst anymore. Matter of fact, they thought that this wine was by far much tastier than the wine from before. (Read John 2:3-10)


What about basking in God's presence? There's a void in your life and you want to fill it up with any and everything but God.


That void in your life is evident that you need the bread of life; which is the word of God. That void in your life is evident that you hunger and thirst for something greater than anything you've ever had. That something is God. Since Christ's wine was more refreshing and thirst quenching, yearn for a relationship with him, his word, and his power and ability to fill all the voids in your life. "But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." (John 4:14)


That is only if you believe that he can do it.


That is if you agree and accept that Christ's death on the cross is for you as well as it is for everyone else. "And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world."(1 John 2:2) So, if you're thinking that it doesn’t apply to you, this is one of the evidences that YOU are not exempted from the purpose of the first coming of Christ.


Can you imagine? The King of Kings and Lord of Lords comes to earth to live as an earthling among the commoners. He didn't look down on earthlings, he was and is their son, brother, friend, and confidant, just like you and I. Except for marriage and having children. People have made up lies about him having a "thing" with Mary Magdalene, please do not be fooled. Even when they killed him on the cross, death still couldn't hold him down because he isn't just flesh and bones. He has so much power working in him (not had. Seeing as how he did resurrect and is still alive). When he died, he became the ultimate symbol of the sacrificial lamb. His blood is(not was) meant for cleansing, for purifying, for reconciliation, for redemption and for destroying the sin that separates man from having a true relationship with God. God will not and cannot dwell in a place where sin dwells. Christ came to take it all from you. So that you can be free from sin and able to have a relationship with and know God. Hell was never meant for you. It is meant for Satan and his angels. Satan doesn’t want to just be in hell with his angels. He wants the entire human race to end up with him in hell. "The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." (John 10:10)


If you accept him as your personal lord and Savior, knowing and understanding that his blood was shed for cleansing your sins, you will be forgiven. There is absolutely no sin that God cannot forgive. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) Not some unrighteousness, but ALL. For example, let’s look at the thief on the cross, who gained the opportunity to spend his last moments with Christ. Because he believed, Christ was compelled and he said "today, you will be with me in Paradise." (Luke 23:43) Can you imagine the amount of sins that thief may have committed? He may have lied, committed adultery, fornication, blasphemy, covetousness, sodomy, discord, and/or any other sin you can ever name.


Some people say "oh... but Christ is just some dude that lived here 2000 years ago." So you believe that Christ existed 2000 years ago and still don't want to follow him? Don't you know that he is the first and the last? The Alpha and Omega? The Beginning and the end? The one that was to come and the one that is to come? Why won't you take him seriously? (Read Isaiah 48:12, Exodus 3:14, Revelation 1:8, 18, Malachi 3:6, John 8:58, John 13:13, John 17:16, Revelations 22:13, John 14:20, Mark 1:11, Luke 9:20, John 8:24, John 10:30, 1 Timothy 6:14-16, and John 15:13, 5:8)


Realize that it doesn’t matter what type of sin you may have committed. I am not here to preach "God is love." Yes, we are aware of this big fact, but a lot of people don't know that God's judgment is fiery and his wrath is not something you and I would ever want to come under. You can escape the judgment of God today, by committing all that you are to God. Accept Christ as your personal lord and Savior. "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."(Romans 10:13)


All these shoes and you're still not walking with God. Put away your heels, put some flats on. Put away your pride, put some humility on. Put away your flesh and put some God on.


He is in love with you. Love him back.


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Odab (bye for now),


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