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sinning and your salvation.

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Sinning and your Salvation.

 

 A friend of mine once ask me “How can I know if I am saved when I keep having the sin in my life? Sin, that I do not want to do but do it anyway and I just can’t stop.”

That was a fare question. I thought about it and asked the Lord for his help in the matter. I asked my friend that if you turn the question around what it is saying to you.

 

He looked at me not understanding, so I went on.

 

How do you know that you sin?  Is it because of God or Satan telling you? Trying to point the being / person behind the voice out to him. 

 

He answered me saying, I think sometimes it is both.

 

OK, good. Now, what is said to you in the conversation?

 

He told me that he didn’t understand.

 

What do you hear or feel or know when you go through this? Is it “You’re a dirty filthy piece of garbage, “You’re” a pathetic looser” or something else?

Yea, I hear that and feel that. he said.

 

Then if you didn’t “Know Christ”, I replied, why would Satan tell you something like that? If, you did not know Christ. Then, that would mean you were going to hell and if, in your life you “Sinned” as you say, wouldn’t he go out of his way “NOT” to tell you? Because, if he did then he would trying to keep you from hell. But that is not his goal here is it?

 

The light clicked on in his understanding of the situation. I then asked, why is it that committing the sin bothers you so much?

 

Because I know that is something God’s does not want me to do. He told me.

 

So you feel guilty? I asked.

 

Yes, I do. He answered me looking at his hands.

 

Then that is a good thing. Because you ARE guilty buddy. He looked at me with a bit of resentment. Hey look I am trying to be honest but I am not accusing you either. I am trying tell you the truth to help you - not dig my cleats into you to make you feel worse. If you were not guilty then that would be false guilt and that is easily dealt with even in human standards. Yet it is God’s Spirit that moves you to confess you sin here. This is a Spiritual thing here.

 

Think of the Holy Spirit as a big Spiritual cop and when he is talking to you, then you’re in the interrogation room with the light of his Glory in your eyes just like a table lamp in an old black and white noir movie. I acted out the scene dramatically and putting on an Irish accent.

 

“OK, Mugs’, we got you on the camera committing the crime. We’ve got your finger prints at the scene of the crime and your DNA all over the place. Tell us the truth and make your life easier for you in the long run. You did it and you enjoyed it didn’t you, DIDN’T YOU me boy’oh! . . . Right outside we’ve got either a lawyer or the D.A. waiting for ya. It’s up to you now. Just sign the confession and we can work a deal.”

 

The light was moved out of his eyes and to the table where a typed piece of paper was laid in front of him. It was a detailed account of what happened that night. Down even to what he was thinking. All Mugs’ had to do was to sign it and move forward from there. Moments passed by, he noted the air condition had been turned off and the temp was going through the roof along with his chances of beating this rap. Beads of sweat roll down his back and across his face as he stared back at the big cop sitting across the table from him staring him down –he wasn’t giving an inch. The cop’s goon squad, Mike and Gab. stood against the back wall with sweat stains under their arms pits and their shirts sleeves rolled up, it looked like they were itching for me to do som’n.

 

“So Do som’n for crying out loud why don’t ya already!” Gab. yelled. The big cop just sat there looking at me, for God know how long.

 

Mike just stood there cracking his knuckles with his arms stretching his shirt sleeves threating to rip the seams apart. “Yea Mugs’” he said, Go on and do som’n good for yourself for once in your life. He smiled at me. He smiled like I was a bag of Lay’s potatoes chips and he was hungry, and you can’t just have one? Can you?”

 

I looked at my friend and said “To confess in the Hebrew, is to admit the truth or agree with what is being said about the situation. That is why we have the terms of Beating the truth out of a person or Beating a confession out of the person in our crime book of the 1950’s and 60’s. You see, you and I have either; Satan, the guy that has you in the back alley trying to kill you or take your money after his goons break your fingers, arms and legs. Or, God’s Holy Spiritual cop that want’s a confession so Jesus your lawyer can take your place and get you off before the judge. After that you’re in the witness protection program. So to speak.” 

 

            What this comes down to, if you were part of Satan’s gang of thugs. Then going to the whore house or drug bin or even roughen up some mug that owed you some money then he wouldn’t even be bothered by you. But because you are God’s property all he can do is lie to you, try and steal from you maybe even try and kill you. But just remember the Holy Spirit’s Goon squad that walks by your side all of the time. They wouldn’t be there and the Holy Spirit wouldn’t call you on the carpet from time to time if you were not his. So just relax, your safe.

 

P. S. from the goon squad behind

 

“Yea,” Mike said taking his shirt off showing the battle harden scars on his chest and putting on his tunic.

 

“Ole, me and Gabriel here got your back. And that itch I got, he said flexing his muscles? Well let’s put it this way. I’ll be scratching that itch real soon with Satan himself and his gang. So go out and have yourself a coke and a bag of chips on me.”  

 

“Hey yo, Michael.” Gabriel said as he walked up. “I picked up that trumpet you wanted.”

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