(January 15, 2014 at 1:41 pm)Drich Wrote:(January 15, 2014 at 1:29 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: That's not true at all. I followed the exact a/s/k method you described, because I was afraid I'd committed blasphemy and was seeking the love and forgiveness of the lord.
again if you did not find God and stopped Asking and seeking then you did not follow the model in luke 11. You may have very earnestly asked and sought, but you did not knock. 1/3 of everything Jesus has to say in that passage is on the importance of knocking. If you did not knock you did not complete the perscribed path. therefore you did not do it 'my' or rather God's way.
(January 15, 2014 at 1:40 pm)Bad Wolf Wrote: Right so Lemon failed because he stopped. If he had kept going it would have worked..... eventually.
Anyone reminded of that episode of the legend of aang with the fortune teller and the red shoes?
If lemon kept going more than likely he would have come to a point or a realization that his current model of faith was not valid, therefore putting him is a situation to question everything, (and hold on to what is good. ) which is what we are told to do in 1thess 5:21.
the other option is to question and dismiss everything you once believed, and never look at any of it again, or even to go as far as ignoring anything God may do for him in the furtue.
This is where the knocking comes in. If Lemon were to keep knocking (and holding on to what is good) He would slowly rebuild his faith on Christ, allowing him to open his eyes and ears to God.
As it is God answered his prayer and help him get rid of the toxic elements of his faith, all lemon (or any of the rest of you who were/are in his situation) has to do now is to be faithful to this 'rest' and start to build on the clean slate God gave him.
So basically a nom answer to protect your faith.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
