The Conformists and the non-conformists

In making pulp (pulp is the mixture of the wood fibres in water) for my paper,

I had to pound the fibres for a while before adding water to it.

After adding the water, I realised that I still had fibres which had refused to loosen up to make my desired pulp.

I was running my hand through a large bowl of pulp and as I did, I took out those ‘stubborn’ fibres to throw them out.

Holy Spirit taught me that a time is coming when those who choose not to conform to the precepts of our Father will be sifted out and discarded like the fibres I had thrown out.

When that time comes, those who choose disobedience against the voice of God will find themselves being thrown into the lake of fire, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

We have no excuse.

We have no excuse…

…and those of us who are burning with zeal for Our King now, let us not grow complacent in our walk with Dad.

Let us not think that we have arrived…we will never arrive until we go back Home to Heaven.

Daddy has sent us His Holy Spirit to lead and guide us.

Let us not lose sight of His presence and let us not trivialize His very essence.

Baby, if today you have heard His voice, please, harden not your heart.

I love you…

…but God…He loves you exceedingly above your wildest imaginations.

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