(June 6, 2020 at 12:25 am)Johanabrahams Wrote: It was for You.
God is Holy to us. This mean that there is nothing in His Life to which we take second place. We are His everything.
As His Wife I also had to be the same. So God used a persecution to take away my wife and kids and family and friends and even my whole nation in Robertson. He took my job as Reverend in the Dutch Reformed Church and my money. When I left Robertson because nobody wanted me there I went to Nkqubela. The black township on the outskirts. Created in the Apartheid's regime. There I had to sell everything I had and buy food and clothes for the poor. The widows and orphans.
Mat. 19
21 Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.
22 But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions.
23 ¶Then said Jesus unto his disciples, Verily I say unto you, That a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom of heaven.
I thought I had nothing then. Then God said to give my body. I had to start serving them with my body. Working for free. I could do it because i had no life left to support. I only needed food. I reached my death.
Gal. 2
20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
The same happened with Paul.
1 Cor. 4
9 For I think that God hath set forth us the apostles last, as it were appointed to death: for we are made a spectacle unto the world, and to angels, and to men.
10 We are fools for Christ’s sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honourable, but we are despised.
11 Even unto this present hour we both hunger, and thirst, and are naked, and are buffeted, and have no certain dwellingplace;
12 And labour, working with our own hands: being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we suffer it:
13 Being defamed, we intreat: we are made as the filth of the world, and are the offscouring of all things unto this day.
14 I write not these things to shame you, but as my beloved sons I warn you.
15 For though ye have ten thousand instructors in Christ, yet have ye not many fathers: for in Christ Jesus I have begotten you through the gospel.
16 Wherefore I beseech you, be ye followers of me.
17 For this cause have I sent unto you Timotheus, who is my beloved son, and faithful in the Lord, who shall bring you into remembrance of my ways which be in Christ, as I teach every where in every church.
And Paul was also a man that had a "good" human life.
Phil. 3
4 Though I might also have confidence in the flesh. If any other man thinketh that he hath whereof he might trust in the flesh, I more:
5 Circumcised the eighth day, of the stock of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, an Hebrew of the Hebrews; as touching the law, a Pharisee;
6 Concerning zeal, persecuting the church; touching the righteousness which is in the law, blameless.
When God takes a Wife that Wife has to be holy like He is. There can be no family in Her Life.
Luke 14
26 If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple.
27 And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.
Because we Love this "hatred" is strange. But God does it by a persecution.
Mat. 10
21 And the brother shall deliver up the brother to death, and the father the child: and the children shall rise up against their parents, and cause them to be put to death.
22 And ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved.
And in that persecution we learn to hate everything of human life. Not the person. The person we Love. But what constitutes of the person. The intellectual life of the person that can force the person to act so contrary to Love. So we die totally to human life. This is necessary to really find Love. Love for our enemies too.
Mat. 5
44 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
45 That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.
46 For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same?
47 And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so?
48 Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.
And now God has created for Himself a Wife. Who is Holy as He is holy. There is nothing left anymore to which His Children will take second place in Her Life as the Mother to His Children. They are now both Holy. Their Children come first in their Lives. Their Children is everything to them. They are the Perfect Parents.
If there was still anything left in my Life you would have taken second place to it. As it is now you are first. In this I find my Life. Spiritual Existence with God. I have a Marriage. The best there is. With Him. And I have a Family and many Kids. For which I died as a man with a "good human existence" to be now their Spiritual Mother. And they die to be our Son we desires for them to be. The best there is. Jesus Christ. They give birth tot the Perfect Child. Who finds the same sacrifice too. As the Parents died for the Child so the Child has to die for the Parents. In this the Perfect Family Bonds of Love is found. The Perfect Love story. Where the Father died first for His Family. And the Mother also died for Her Family. And the Child died for its Family. And the Perfect Family Manifests in God"s Love through the Ultimate action.
A cross for all.
Gal. 4
19 My little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Christ be formed in you.
The Bible is bullshit!
"The world is my country; all of humanity are my brethren; and to do good deeds is my religion." (Thomas Paine)