Sinning religion constantly wants to call righteous people and righteous living "works of the flesh" or "self righteousness" or "legalism."
God says,
without holiness, no man shall see the Lord;
He that sins is of the devil;
he that is born of God does not commit sin.
He says a lot more than this.
"Why," you may ask, "are you so charged up."
Because Satan is unleashing a powerful attack on the people of God, and people need to resist the devil, they need to hold on and stand fast, regardless of the Babel of the day, even if it comes from so-called Christian ministers.
MESSAGE IN SONG...
I realize most people are moving away from the old hymns of the Church. Maybe they should think about Charles Wesley's,
MESSAGE IN SONG...
I realize most people are moving away from the old hymns of the Church. Maybe they should think about Charles Wesley's,
I Want A Principle Within
I want a principle within
Of *jealous, godly fear, [*watchful]
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near.
I want the first approach to feel
Of pride or *fond desire, [*wrong]
To catch the wand’ring of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
From Thee that I no more may part,
No more Thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
Almighty God of truth and love,
To me Thy pow’r impart;
The mountain from my soul remove,
The hardness from my heart.
Oh, may the least omission pain
My reawakened soul,
And drive me to that blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
I want a principle within
Of *jealous, godly fear, [*watchful]
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near.
I want the first approach to feel
Of pride or *fond desire, [*wrong]
To catch the wand’ring of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
From Thee that I no more may part,
No more Thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
Almighty God of truth and love,
To me Thy pow’r impart;
The mountain from my soul remove,
The hardness from my heart.
Oh, may the least omission pain
My reawakened soul,
And drive me to that blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
