A Stranger at My Door?
When a strange child shows up at my door, it doesn't matter how clean and pressed he is, I don't let him in if I don't know him. When my child shows up at my door, it doesn't matter how dirty and unkempt she is, I let her in...because she is my child.
The first child is turned away from my door as a stanger. The second child is welcomed in, bathed and fed, as my own.
Many think that we make ourselves acceptable to God by cleaning up our lives. We think that God will welcome us in because we are spruced up and snappily dressed. God lets us in because we are His. No amount of filth can keep Him from claiming his own. After all, our Father's job is too clean and feed his children...and to keep them clean and fed.
Romans 8:16
The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God
The first child is turned away from my door as a stanger. The second child is welcomed in, bathed and fed, as my own.
Many think that we make ourselves acceptable to God by cleaning up our lives. We think that God will welcome us in because we are spruced up and snappily dressed. God lets us in because we are His. No amount of filth can keep Him from claiming his own. After all, our Father's job is too clean and feed his children...and to keep them clean and fed.
Romans 8:16
The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God
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