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The Quest

 

The disciples asked Jesus what we must do to do the works of God like we see You doing. He replied believe in Him whom God has sent and you will do. Believe in Christ to the point of resting in God and you enter the prophetic life of doing by walking with the Father, where streams of living water flow out, from God's Spirit to others.

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John 7:37-39:

 

37 On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.

38 Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”

39 By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive. Up to that time the Spirit had not been given, since Jesus had not yet been glorified.

 

Developing new character strengthens us to live restfully, where His parenting matures and equips us. Enter His presence so He can write on your heart today. Then we can live graciously with our fellow man, obeying the Commandments 6-10, doing no harm, but only community love. This is the prophetic call to Kingdom life.

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Isaiah 11:9:

 

9 They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.

 

We can also phrase it as: when you mature into Sabbath living you stop committing sin; and when you are honoring your Parenting you end the sins of omission in your relationships. The Father leads you and reveals how to meet other’s needs deeply.

 

The preamble of the Ten Commandments says I brought you out of slavery to be people of liberty; and the Ten Commandments make it so. You have the freedom to do Kingdom advancement in and through your life.

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Pride's Mirage

 

And pride grew strong across the page,

Letter by letter,

Stroke after stroke,

It grew bolder, more exalted, inflated,

Until its presence was evident to all who read;

 

And then,

The pen ran dry.

The author cried-

He pushed, pressed and scribbled

To no avail;

The letters died.

 

The noble pen lay still,

Upon the iridescent page;

Sobs rose,

Growing, reverberating;

Room filled,

As the author's humbled heart tore.

 

The Master refilled the straight pen,

As the hallelujah's rose thru the atmosphere;

The author began anew,

Writing gracefully the one thing He always found true:

That all pride is vain,

All glory should joyously go,

To the One for whom,

Holiness is His middle Name.

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