I Will Never Stop

No matter what happens, I've made up my mind: I will serve God. With everything in me, I will follow Him. Some days may be good, and others might stink, but I'm not quitting.

The devil would love to have a hold on my mind, and maybe he can. But he can't hold Jesus' mind down. I wanna take on the mind of Christ, the mind that says "Not my will, but Your will be done." My own] will can't get me ANYWHERE. I will surely fail without Christ. There's a big, eternity-shaped hole in my heart, and only God can fit there. When he's gone, I am so lost. I have no cause or purpose. I have no reason to persevere through life. With no purpose, why would I even want to live? My carnal desires are only temporarily fulfilling, but the God's will is for us to have ETERNAL life. Life and happiness that breaks the time barrier, and goes to where God is: outside of time.

I know this blog is already going all over the place, but I want to share something that happened to me earlier this year, before summer had even kicked in.

I had a dream that I was sitting in my living room and telling someone a Biblical truth, one that at the time I didn't fully understand. I turned to that person and said: "Jesus didn't come just to be the sacrifice, but He came to be the high priest also-"
At this point my dream was interrupted. I awoke into a panic attack. I was paralyzed for but a moment, prayed in the name of Jesus, and it stopped. I went back to sleep, and the next day, I completely forgotten it had happened.
The next night the same thing happened. I woke up into what I believe was some sort of demonic attack. I couldn't say the name of Jesus with my mouth, but my heart screamed it out. I got up and started praying. I realized that if I was having the same dream 2 nights in a row, it was probably something important. Also, I knew exactly where to find what I was talking about in my dream in my Bible. I remembered that the book of Hebrews talked about Jesus being our high priest. I hadn't taken much note of it the first time I had read it.

Anyway, I went to the kitchen and opened the Bible to the book of Hebrews. I felt the Holy Ghost so strongly while I read it. Tears were streaming down my face. Honestly, I don't cry a lot. It's not a macho thing or anything; I just have a hard time crying. That night I wept at the kitchen table. God was opening my understanding of Jesus. I was beginning to have a revelation of who He really was. Earlier in the year I had struggled with doubts, and strange doctrines that I had come across while venturing on the internet. Since that night, I haven't had trouble believing that the Word of God is true, and that Jesus is the messiah. It is so plain and perfect in the Word of God.

God came to fulfill the law. He did it by playing all the parts that needed to be played Himself. He became a man, lived perfectly, and offered Himself as the sacrifice.

I have a perfect Savior. A blameless sacrifice that endured my pain for me. A sympathetic high priest who is fully qualified for the job. God played the part of the high priest, the sacrificial lamb, and the God to whom the sacrifice was made simultaneously. Wow. That's deep.

Hope this blog helped minister to someone,
-Larry