It can be challenging, trying to blend two cultures, but it can also be fun. For instance, I grew up in America where my mother and father had a lot of people over to play card games, eat, and laugh. I thought it was pretty cool. Something I have tried to emulate as an adult.
In the last week, I have been teaching my Filipino wife, American games and card games. Today, I taught her a new card game and while going over the rules, I mentioned they can change depending on whose house you are playing at. It’s called, “House Rules”. Meaning, if you are at one friend’s house, then you play the game according to how they play it there. Sometimes you may not agree with how they play the game, but you are at their house, so it is their rules, that rules the game.
That got me thinking about how we are in God’s house. Not in church, but on his earth. “for the world is mine, and all that is in it.” (Psalms 50:12 NIV) He has made things simple. You can live on his earth, according to your rules, if you want to, but if you want to live forever in his heaven you must acknowledge that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and accept him into your life. To do so otherwise means you spend eternity, dying forever, in hell. It’s his rule, which, should, rule your life.
If you haven’t, consider accepting God’s rule of your life. Doing so helps you get through it, hopefully, with lots of love, friends, family and laughter.
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Today, will be the last time I will ever be in the home I grew up in. Dad passed away earlier this year, and on Monday the house will be transferred to its new owner. I will walk around remembering life within those walls. I will stare at my old bedroom. Life is about seasons, so though there are good feelings tied to that address, I don’t regret where I live now.
Where will you spend eternity? Will you be at home with the Lord, or in a totally dark pit falling forever, because hell is bottomless? Some ask, “How can a loving God send people to hell?” He doesn’t send people to hell, they send themselves. It’s your choice.
At the age of seven, I knew I was a convicted cookie thief! I went to a church, where the anointed man of God, my pastor, scared the hell out of me! He preached straight up sermons concerning what would happen if we died and had not accepted Jesus to forgive us of our sins. As a result, out of fear of going to hell, I choose God, and heaven.
How far would you go for someone else? Would you take a bullet for someone, like the secret service men who protect our president? Would you volunteer to be put to death so someone else could live? The answer to these questions probably matter on who the one escaping death is, and how much they mean to you.
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