Series
3.2.11 - #42
Words
of Light Upon the Face of Unbelief
February
11, 2005
God has knocked at the door of my heart. If I will hear his
voice and open the door, he will come in to me and sup with
me. I must desire to sup with him if I am to receive the inspiration
and fellowship that he has designed for me to receive. God has
removed sleep from my eyes, but many times my heart is not awake.
My heart knows that it is the voice of my beloved that knocks.
God has placed his hand by the hole of the door of my heart,
but I was not moved for him. I was moved for other things that
had no real value. I have not placed a high enough value on
this fellowship and communion that has been offered to me. I
must learn to open unto God immediately when he calls at the
door of my heart, or I shall miss his coming. Those who wait
on the Lord will hear him when he comes and knocks so that they
may open unto him immediately. This is a precious thing that
has been given to me. I have taken it for granted. Instead of
hands of gratitude and fingers of affection for God, I have
given my hands and fingers to other things in the morning. God
could have withdrawn himself and left the door of my heart,
but his lovingkindness motivated him to linger at the door of
my heart. Jesus is not far from any one of his people. If they
would only happily feel after him and seek him with all of their
heart, they would find him.
The
world cannot know God, but I know him. He has given me peace
and many blessings. The things that he has given me are not
as the things that the world gives, so I will not let my heart
be troubled, neither will I let it be afraid. I rise up with
a grateful heart, and I am filled with the voice of thanksgiving.
Blessed are the people of the Lord who will be found watching.
Jesus will make everyone who watches to sit down and eat meat
with him. I will not lose my relationship with God to a thief.
God will come in an hour that I think not; therefore, I purpose
to be ready always. If I do not have faith to watch, I will
not have faith as a grain of mustard seed. If I do not have
faith to say unto myself, "Watch," I will not
be able to say unto the sycamine tree, "Be thou plucked
up by the root, and be planted in the sea."
I
arise and worship out of a love for God and not out of duty.
I love the Lord; therefore, I will keep his words. He will come
unto me continually if I love him and keep his sayings. These
words that I am hearing are the words of the Father who lives
inside of me. I am thankful that I am called and chosen. Now
I will be faithful. I will prepare myself for the coming of
the Lord. His wife will make herself ready. She shall be given
grace that she might be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white.
She shall be adorned with the righteousness of saints. God has
sent out the call unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. If I
dishonor him, I will not be ready when he comes for his wife.
Though
I express gladness and rejoice to the music in my worship services,
these things will not prepare me for the catching away of his
wife. I must give honor to God in all things. I prepare myself,
for heaven is being prepared to open up as God prepares to judge
and make war. The armies of heaven are prepared already. Jesus
shall tread the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of God.
He shall come with his armies. All shall know that Jesus is
KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. I call on his name today, and
I am delivered, for the hour cometh when he shall come to judge
all ungodliness. God has sanctified me through the truth. I
elect to remain faithful and receive the grace to endure unto
the end then will I be saved.



Hebrews
10:22 - 23
Let
us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having
our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies
washed with pure water. Let
us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering;
(for he is faithful that promised;)
Ephesians
2:8-9
For
by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves:
it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.

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