HUMILITY
Though He was God, He did not demand and cling to His rights as God. He made himself nothing; He took the humble position of a slave and appeared in human form. (Philippians 2:6-7, NLT)
Humility is such a slippery slope. The more conscious you are of being humble, the less likely you are to remain humble. It's like the old joke about the humble man who received an award for his ever-present humility. The problem was, once he stepped forward to receive the award, they had to take it away from him. Ha!
The thing is this: Most of us approach humility in one of two ways.
· The first approach is consciously acting as if we are humble; we create a false humility by trying to imitate what we think humility looks like.
· The second approach is to assume we're not worthy, that we're some how second class.
Neither of these approaches reflects authentic biblical humility. The biblical approach to humility means you understand exactly who you are – but more importantly – you understand exactly whose you are, and that God has placed you where he wants you, for such a time as this.
In this way, your humility is not attached to your self-esteem. In other words, rather than trying to think less of yourself, think more of God. You begin to agree with his view of you and that you are totally dependent upon him. From this emerges a Christ-like humility. You're no longer burdened by having to know all the answers or be in control of everything.
What does this mean?
· Dependence requires humility – You will succeed in your purpose because of who God is, not because of who you are. God loves you and wants you to succeed; he will support you in your mission for him, not because you pretend toward perfection, but because he knows you can't succeed without him.
· Humility leads to purpose – As you move toward dependence (a biblical humility) on God, he gives you his strength for any task before you – to take the steps of faith required to complete your purpose. For such a time as this, God created you, prepared you, and called you to share the Good News.
· Christ-like humility – Look at the picture of humility Jesus presents in Philippians 2. Ask God to show you what needs to change in your life in order for you to fit into this picture of humility. Where is there false humility? Or where do you believe you are, in a sense, worthless, that you are not fearfully and wonderfully made by God?
"Lord, I believe, help my unbelief."
Amen.
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ASK GOOGLE !!!
Somehow GOOGLE has the answer for everything these days, that too within no time and with few keystrokes. Formerly people used to spend days & months looking for information, browsing through large number of books. They were not sure where to look & what to find. Internet has made revolutionary change in how people handle information. It has become within the reach of any one.
‘ASK GOOGLE’ means - do a Google search on Internet and you will get the answer. Whatever be the subject, there are thousands of Internet sites where the information you are looking for is available. Google fetches them within seconds and presents before you in the form of Internet links. By the way GOOGLE is the most popular Internet search engine (http://google.com).
Google is celebrating its 9th birthday this year. The growth of Google is phenomenal and even threatening to software giants like Microsoft. When I am typing this article, I find that Microsoft does not recognize the word ‘Google’ and throws a spelling mistake error!
Google has large number of different products.
The community group called ‘Orkut’ (orkut.com) is very famous through which millions around the world are brought in to its fold. You can make friendship, form groups, share photos and videos, give a testimonial and leave a scrap to your friend.
‘Google Earth’ (earth.google.com) and ‘Google Maps’ (maps.google.com) even threaten the secrecy of nations. They bring Defense, Nuclear and Research installations are brought before the naked eye of any one. They offer maps and satellite images and helps in complex and pin pointed regional searches. You can see your home and school as if from a satellite. You can label them too so that others can see it when they visit the location later.
With about a hundred million stars and two hundred million galaxies, the new feature of Sky in Google Earth (earth.google.com/sky) lets you explore the heavens like never before.
Through ‘Blogger’ (blogger.com) you can express any wandering thoughts publicly & involve in discussions.
Through ‘You Tube’ (youtube.com) one can share their videos with others and ‘broadcast yourself’ as Google calls it. Millions of videos are available on the site. Most moviemakers have started putting the trailers on ‘Youtube’.
Gmail, Google’s free email service (gmail.com) has become very popular with unlimited size and Instant Messaging (IM) facility available through the mail window without an IM engine.
These are not the only products of Google. See their products in the site (google.com/intl/en/options/).
There is another dark side to the Google strory. There is strong allegation that when you use the Google products, they steal your personal information!! Nice Googling!!
Somehow GOOGLE has the answer for everything these days, that too within no time and with few keystrokes. Formerly people used to spend days & months looking for information, browsing through large number of books. They were not sure where to look & what to find. Internet has made revolutionary change in how people handle information. It has become within the reach of any one.
‘ASK GOOGLE’ means - do a Google search on Internet and you will get the answer. Whatever be the subject, there are thousands of Internet sites where the information you are looking for is available. Google fetches them within seconds and presents before you in the form of Internet links. By the way GOOGLE is the most popular Internet search engine (http://google.com).
Google is celebrating its 9th birthday this year. The growth of Google is phenomenal and even threatening to software giants like Microsoft. When I am typing this article, I find that Microsoft does not recognize the word ‘Google’ and throws a spelling mistake error!
Google has large number of different products.
The community group called ‘Orkut’ (orkut.com) is very famous through which millions around the world are brought in to its fold. You can make friendship, form groups, share photos and videos, give a testimonial and leave a scrap to your friend.
‘Google Earth’ (earth.google.com) and ‘Google Maps’ (maps.google.com) even threaten the secrecy of nations. They bring Defense, Nuclear and Research installations are brought before the naked eye of any one. They offer maps and satellite images and helps in complex and pin pointed regional searches. You can see your home and school as if from a satellite. You can label them too so that others can see it when they visit the location later.
With about a hundred million stars and two hundred million galaxies, the new feature of Sky in Google Earth (earth.google.com/sky) lets you explore the heavens like never before.
Through ‘Blogger’ (blogger.com) you can express any wandering thoughts publicly & involve in discussions.
Through ‘You Tube’ (youtube.com) one can share their videos with others and ‘broadcast yourself’ as Google calls it. Millions of videos are available on the site. Most moviemakers have started putting the trailers on ‘Youtube’.
Gmail, Google’s free email service (gmail.com) has become very popular with unlimited size and Instant Messaging (IM) facility available through the mail window without an IM engine.
These are not the only products of Google. See their products in the site (google.com/intl/en/options/).
There is another dark side to the Google strory. There is strong allegation that when you use the Google products, they steal your personal information!! Nice Googling!!
WHY DO I WANT TO DO BAD
Why do I want to do bad?" my daughter asked me, unknowingly posing a question asked by
many seekers of truth.
"Why do I do the thing I hate? 'What is this ape that gibbers within?"
Or, perhaps a more basic question is being asked.
"If sin separates me from God, why doesn't God
separate me from sin? Why doesn't he remove from me the option to sin?"
To answer that, let's go to the beginning.
Let's go to the Garden and see the seed that both blessed and cursed.
Let's see why God gave man . . . the choice.
Behind it all was a choice.
A deliberate decision.! An informed move! He didn't have to do it.
But he chose to. He knew the price. He saw the implications. He was aware of the consequences.
We don't know when he decided to do it. We can't know. Not just because we weren't there.
Because 'time' was not there. 'When' did not exist. Nor did 'tomorrow' or 'yesterday' or 'next time'. For there was no 'time'.
We don't know when He thought about making the choice. But we do know that He made it.
He didn't have to do it. He chose to do it.
He chose to create.
"In the beginning God created . . .
With one decision, history began. Existence became measurable.
Out of nothing came light.
Out of light came day.
Then came sky . . . and earth.
And on this earth? A mighty hand went to work.
Canyons were carved. Oceans were dug. Mountains erupted out of flatlands. Stars were flung.
A universe sparkled.
Our sun became just one of millions.
Our galaxy became just one of thousands.
Planets invisibly tethered to suns roared through space at breakneck speeds. Stars blazed with heat that could melt our planet in seconds.
The hand behind it was mighty. HE is mighty.
And with this might, He created. As naturally as a bird sings and a fish swims, He created.
Just as an artist can't 'not paint' and a runner can't 'not run', he couldn't 'not create'.
He was the Creator.
Through and through, He was the Creator. A tireless dreamer and designer.
From the pallet of the Ageless Artist came inimitable splendors.
Before there was any person to see it, His creation was pregnant with wonder.
Flowers didn't just grow; they blossomed.
Chicks weren't just born; they hatched.
Salmons didn't just swim; they leaped.
Mundaneness found no home in his universe!
He must have loved it. Creators relish creating. I'm sure his commands were delightful!
"Hippo, you won't walk . . . you'll waddle!"
"Hyena, a bark is too plain,
Let me show you how to laugh!"
"Look, raccoon, I've made you a mask!"
"Come here, giraffe, let's stretch that neck a bit."
And on and on he went. Giving the clouds their puff. Giving the oceans their blue. Giving the trees their sway. Giving the frogs their leap and croak. The mighty wed with the creative, and creation was born.
He was mighty. He was creative.
And he was love.
Even greater than His might and deeper than his creativity was one all consuming characteristic: Love.
Water must be wet. A fire must be hot. You can't take the wet out of water and still have water.
You can't take the heat out of fire and still have fire.
In the same way, you can't take the love out of this One who lived before time and still have
Him exist.
For He was . . . and is . . . Love.
Probe deep within him. Explore every corner. Search every angle. Love is all you find. Go to
the beginning of every decision He has made and you'll find it. Go to the end of every story he has told and you'll see it.
Love.
No bitterness. No evil. No cruelty. Just love. Flawless love. Passionate love. Vast and pure love.
He is love.
As a result, an elephant has a trunk with which to drink. A kitten has a mother from
which to nurse. A bird has a nest in which to sleep. The same God who was mighty enough to
carve out the canyon is tender enough to put hair on the legs of the Matterhorn Fly to keep it
warm. The same force that provides symmetry to the planets guides the baby kangaroo to its
mother's pouch before the mother knows it is born.
And because of who He was, He did what He did.
He created a paradise. A sinless sanctuary. A haven before fear. A home before there was a
human dweller. No time. No death. No hurt. A gift built by God for his ultimate creation. And
when He was through, He knew "it was very good."
But it wasn't enough.
His greatest work hadn't been completed. One final masterpiece was needed before he would
stop.
Look to the canyons to see the Creator's splendor. Touch the flowers and see his delicacy.
Listen to the thunder and hear his power. But gaze on this—the zenith—and witness all three . . . and more.
Imagine with me what may have taken place on that day.
He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on the ground.
All of the Garden's inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks hovered. Giraffes
stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on petals and watched.
"You will love me, nature," God said. "I made you that way. You will obey me, universe. For
you were designed to do so. You will reflect my glory, skies, for that is how you were created.
But this one will be like me. This one will be able to choose."
All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed something yet unseen. A seed.
"It's called 'choice.' The seed of choice."
Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.
An angel spoke, "But what if he . .
"What if he chooses not to love?" the Creator finished. "Come, I will show you."
Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow - into the future.
"There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet and the bitter."
The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion. Chosen tenderness.
Never had he seen anything like these. He felt the love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters. He saw the food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and marveled at the warmth.
"Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is your greatest creation."
"Ah, but you've only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter."
A stench enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and proclaimed, "What is it?"
The Creator spoke only one word: "Selfishness."
The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of repugnance. Never had he
seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation
wandering blindly in lonely labyrinths.
"This is the result of choice?" the angel asked.
"Yes."
"They will forget you?"
"Yes."
"They will reject you?"
"Yes."
"They will never come back?"
"Some will. Most won't."
"What will it take to make them listen?"
The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future, until He stood by a tree. A
tree that would be fashioned into a cradle. Even then He could smell the hay that would surround him.
With another step into the future, He paused before another tree. It stood alone, a stubborn
ruler of a bald hill. The trunk was thick, and the wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it
would be trimmed. Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill. And soon he
would be hung on it.
He felt the wood rub against a back he did not yet wear.
"Will You go down there?" the angel asked.
"I will."
"Is there no other way?"
"There is not."
"Wouldn't it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn't it be easier to not give the choice?"
"It would," the Creator spoke slowly. "But to remove the choice is to remove the love."
He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.
Men clad in soldiers' garb sat on the ground near the trio. They played games in the dirt and
laughed.
Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant, cocky They had protected
God, they thought, by killing this false one.
Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless. Faces tear streaked. Eyes
downward. One put her arm around another and tried to lead her away.
She wouldn't leave. "I will stay," she said softly. "I will stay."
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the
Creator gave no command.
"It must be done . . . ," He said, and withdrew.
But as he stepped back in time, he heard the cry that He would someday scream: "My God, my
God, why have you forsaken me?"
He wrenched at tomorrow's agony.
The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful . . ."
The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love."
They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the clay creation. A
monsoon of love swelled up within him. He had died for the creation before he had made him.
God's form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one.
The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved. And an eye opened.
But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of the spirit. Those who
could see the unseen gasped.
Perhaps it was the wind who said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment is what has
made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it:
"It looks like . . . it appears so much like . . . it is Him!"
The angel wasn't speaking of the face, the features, or the body.
He was looking inside—at the soul.
"It's eternal!" gasped another.
Within the man, God had placed a divine seed. A seed of his self. The God of might had
created earth's mightiest. The Creator had created, not a creature, but another creator. And the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in return.
Now it's our choice.
(courtesy: Max Lucado)
many seekers of truth.
"Why do I do the thing I hate? 'What is this ape that gibbers within?"
Or, perhaps a more basic question is being asked.
"If sin separates me from God, why doesn't God
separate me from sin? Why doesn't he remove from me the option to sin?"
To answer that, let's go to the beginning.
Let's go to the Garden and see the seed that both blessed and cursed.
Let's see why God gave man . . . the choice.
Behind it all was a choice.
A deliberate decision.! An informed move! He didn't have to do it.
But he chose to. He knew the price. He saw the implications. He was aware of the consequences.
We don't know when he decided to do it. We can't know. Not just because we weren't there.
Because 'time' was not there. 'When' did not exist. Nor did 'tomorrow' or 'yesterday' or 'next time'. For there was no 'time'.
We don't know when He thought about making the choice. But we do know that He made it.
He didn't have to do it. He chose to do it.
He chose to create.
"In the beginning God created . . .
With one decision, history began. Existence became measurable.
Out of nothing came light.
Out of light came day.
Then came sky . . . and earth.
And on this earth? A mighty hand went to work.
Canyons were carved. Oceans were dug. Mountains erupted out of flatlands. Stars were flung.
A universe sparkled.
Our sun became just one of millions.
Our galaxy became just one of thousands.
Planets invisibly tethered to suns roared through space at breakneck speeds. Stars blazed with heat that could melt our planet in seconds.
The hand behind it was mighty. HE is mighty.
And with this might, He created. As naturally as a bird sings and a fish swims, He created.
Just as an artist can't 'not paint' and a runner can't 'not run', he couldn't 'not create'.
He was the Creator.
Through and through, He was the Creator. A tireless dreamer and designer.
From the pallet of the Ageless Artist came inimitable splendors.
Before there was any person to see it, His creation was pregnant with wonder.
Flowers didn't just grow; they blossomed.
Chicks weren't just born; they hatched.
Salmons didn't just swim; they leaped.
Mundaneness found no home in his universe!
He must have loved it. Creators relish creating. I'm sure his commands were delightful!
"Hippo, you won't walk . . . you'll waddle!"
"Hyena, a bark is too plain,
Let me show you how to laugh!"
"Look, raccoon, I've made you a mask!"
"Come here, giraffe, let's stretch that neck a bit."
And on and on he went. Giving the clouds their puff. Giving the oceans their blue. Giving the trees their sway. Giving the frogs their leap and croak. The mighty wed with the creative, and creation was born.
He was mighty. He was creative.
And he was love.
Even greater than His might and deeper than his creativity was one all consuming characteristic: Love.
Water must be wet. A fire must be hot. You can't take the wet out of water and still have water.
You can't take the heat out of fire and still have fire.
In the same way, you can't take the love out of this One who lived before time and still have
Him exist.
For He was . . . and is . . . Love.
Probe deep within him. Explore every corner. Search every angle. Love is all you find. Go to
the beginning of every decision He has made and you'll find it. Go to the end of every story he has told and you'll see it.
Love.
No bitterness. No evil. No cruelty. Just love. Flawless love. Passionate love. Vast and pure love.
He is love.
As a result, an elephant has a trunk with which to drink. A kitten has a mother from
which to nurse. A bird has a nest in which to sleep. The same God who was mighty enough to
carve out the canyon is tender enough to put hair on the legs of the Matterhorn Fly to keep it
warm. The same force that provides symmetry to the planets guides the baby kangaroo to its
mother's pouch before the mother knows it is born.
And because of who He was, He did what He did.
He created a paradise. A sinless sanctuary. A haven before fear. A home before there was a
human dweller. No time. No death. No hurt. A gift built by God for his ultimate creation. And
when He was through, He knew "it was very good."
But it wasn't enough.
His greatest work hadn't been completed. One final masterpiece was needed before he would
stop.
Look to the canyons to see the Creator's splendor. Touch the flowers and see his delicacy.
Listen to the thunder and hear his power. But gaze on this—the zenith—and witness all three . . . and more.
Imagine with me what may have taken place on that day.
He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on the ground.
All of the Garden's inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks hovered. Giraffes
stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on petals and watched.
"You will love me, nature," God said. "I made you that way. You will obey me, universe. For
you were designed to do so. You will reflect my glory, skies, for that is how you were created.
But this one will be like me. This one will be able to choose."
All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed something yet unseen. A seed.
"It's called 'choice.' The seed of choice."
Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.
An angel spoke, "But what if he . .
"What if he chooses not to love?" the Creator finished. "Come, I will show you."
Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow - into the future.
"There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet and the bitter."
The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion. Chosen tenderness.
Never had he seen anything like these. He felt the love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters. He saw the food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and marveled at the warmth.
"Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is your greatest creation."
"Ah, but you've only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter."
A stench enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and proclaimed, "What is it?"
The Creator spoke only one word: "Selfishness."
The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of repugnance. Never had he
seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation
wandering blindly in lonely labyrinths.
"This is the result of choice?" the angel asked.
"Yes."
"They will forget you?"
"Yes."
"They will reject you?"
"Yes."
"They will never come back?"
"Some will. Most won't."
"What will it take to make them listen?"
The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future, until He stood by a tree. A
tree that would be fashioned into a cradle. Even then He could smell the hay that would surround him.
With another step into the future, He paused before another tree. It stood alone, a stubborn
ruler of a bald hill. The trunk was thick, and the wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it
would be trimmed. Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill. And soon he
would be hung on it.
He felt the wood rub against a back he did not yet wear.
"Will You go down there?" the angel asked.
"I will."
"Is there no other way?"
"There is not."
"Wouldn't it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn't it be easier to not give the choice?"
"It would," the Creator spoke slowly. "But to remove the choice is to remove the love."
He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.
Men clad in soldiers' garb sat on the ground near the trio. They played games in the dirt and
laughed.
Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant, cocky They had protected
God, they thought, by killing this false one.
Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless. Faces tear streaked. Eyes
downward. One put her arm around another and tried to lead her away.
She wouldn't leave. "I will stay," she said softly. "I will stay."
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the
Creator gave no command.
"It must be done . . . ," He said, and withdrew.
But as he stepped back in time, he heard the cry that He would someday scream: "My God, my
God, why have you forsaken me?"
He wrenched at tomorrow's agony.
The angel spoke again. "It would be less painful . . ."
The Creator interrupted softly. "But it wouldn't be love."
They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the clay creation. A
monsoon of love swelled up within him. He had died for the creation before he had made him.
God's form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one.
The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved. And an eye opened.
But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of the spirit. Those who
could see the unseen gasped.
Perhaps it was the wind who said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment is what has
made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it:
"It looks like . . . it appears so much like . . . it is Him!"
The angel wasn't speaking of the face, the features, or the body.
He was looking inside—at the soul.
"It's eternal!" gasped another.
Within the man, God had placed a divine seed. A seed of his self. The God of might had
created earth's mightiest. The Creator had created, not a creature, but another creator. And the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in return.
Now it's our choice.
(courtesy: Max Lucado)
God's Plantation
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"Paul Planted, Apollos watered, and God maketh it Grow.....You are God's Plantation" 1 Cor 3:6...9
This is a beutiful description of God's People - God's Plantation!
God is a great Farmer.
At creation He made a Garden in the East - Eden.
Description of the Garden is very beutiful.
"LORD God made to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good to eat." Gen 2:9
And there was a river to water the garden.
And the Land was very fertile.
God created Man for Farming.
Lord God put man in eden to keep it and watch over it.
Farming and Gradening is the most wonderful of all human profession. It is greatly enjoyable.
These days people deal with computers, machineries, and things which have no life in it.
Quite ofen People get fedup with work, beacause there is nothing to sincerely enjoy.
But Gradening is not like that-
There is great emotional involvement, great personal care, and great enjoyment.
Jesus said, "I am the true vine and my father is the vinedresser"
We are God's plantation and God has entrusted us to farming.
We are Trees of righteousness!
Isiah 61:3, 65:22
Tree of true righteousness is Jesus Christ.
"And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots" Isiah 11:1
God is looking for Fruits!
"Now will I sing to my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:
And he fenced it, and gathered out the stones thereof, and planted it with the choicest vine, and built a tower in the midst of it, and also made a winepress therein: and he looked that it should bring forth grapes"
Are we giving fruits?
God's church is a closed Garden of every select spices
"A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits" Songs 4:5-12
Fragrance should flow out of the church.
Church building is Gardening.
Paul Planted, Apollos Watered and God maketh to grow.
Its a partnership work with co-believers and God.
It is not one man job.
And there is reward
"and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour" 1 cor 3:8
What You See is Temporal, What you dont see is Eternal
"Heavens Declare the Glory of God & the Firmaments declare his handy works".
The creation visible to the naked eyes are only the tip of the iceberg when you think of the invisbile!
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