Project Bible 365 Day 53: The Milk & The Meat
Yesterday as I watched my niece crawling around on my parents living room floor I began to take note of what the new daughter of my brother does. Over the past few months, I have taken note and witnessed just what the little one eats, what she drinks and how she walks and crawls. It’s exhausting… Thank goodneess for baby montiors and camera phones because if you blink she could crawl away from you.
She doesn’t exactly have the speed of a horse or ostrich yet, but she is faster than your average turtles and snails. This little jewel of my life is now 10 months when she is not attempting to walk, when she is not crawling or playing in her playpen she is eating. I’m quite surprised at her appitite. I say this with all conviction, she can eat nearly everything I can eat. In fact she eats better than I do somedays. The more I look up at my little niece and watch her grow, it got me thinking about how I used to be much like that in a very real spiritual sense. What I mean by that is while I was growing up, I was introduced to the church life at a very early age. Even though I didn’t understand what the priest was humming to the people I was just happy that I was spending sometime with my grandmother. She introduced to the milk of the word. Much in the same way new babies survive on milk from their mothers to prosper for the beginnig of their lives. For many years before I reached the current state of faith in recent years, I went to many false doctrine churches in various cities around this province. I have to be honest, most of the songs in the hymn books had more power in them than the preaching had.
When you don’t have a church with blood bought and taught salavation you have no power in the gospel. The blood is everything. The blood meant everything to Jesus and the blood meant everything to the Apostles after the experience in the upper room. I once informed one of my former pastors of previous church that I struggle with trying to understand SIN. I was in college and the time that I went to church, but I had a problem I felt terrible when I went to church almost to the point of throwing up. Why because I went to church on Sundays and for the remaining six days a week. I did whatever I pleased. I tell you the truth, God loves the sinner but he hates the hyprocrite. However what happens when the preacher tells you the reason you, to the sin is because of Adam and Eve and because of that no one can live free from sin. By all intense purposes I was a sinner living in ignorance because I didn’t know any better because I always took the pastor at his word. I never investigated the pages of the Bible for my own conclusions.
If you are the leader of a church and don’t preach the blood simply by saying that no one can live free from sin, you limit the blood power moving in your life. You tie God’s hands for moving in your life. So in essence from a spiritual standpoint I was a babe in Christ every time I went into a church that didn’t preach about the blood. I only took in a scriptue here and a scripture there. I never really used the scripture to utilize it’s full power. Three years ago I came into the Gospel truth, my appitite for more of the spiritual food changed. I desired more knowledge of scripture for spiritual nourishment more than any type of physical food. When this took place, many things changed, I became a different person. I was no long a weekend Christian, I was an everyday Christian, however when I became an everyday Christian this is when I came into real opposition. The reason I didn’t experience any backlash before my true conversion is because I still did what I wanted to do in the past. However, I now came home to a foreign land. I came home to a land that didn’t recgonize me. I didn’t even recgonize myself to be honest. I was very odd to everyone else around me. The question is why? The answer is I put on the new man.
Ephesians 4:20-27King James Version (KJV)
20 But ye have not so learned Christ;
21 If so be that ye have heard him, and have been taught by him, as the truth is in Jesus:
22 That ye put off concerning the former conversation the old man, which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts;
23 And be renewed in the spirit of your mind;
24 And that ye put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness.
25 Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbour: for we are members one of another.
26 Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:
27 Neither give place to the devil.
My mind changed, my priorities changed, my personality changed, and most of all my goals changed. I was ready to eat the meat of the word.
Hebrews 5:12-14King James Version (KJV)
12 For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be t
he first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat.
13 For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe.
14 But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.
Some people think that I have lost my mind. I laugh at that statement all because I am wondering what people think happened? I don’t curse. I don’t watch any sports, I don’t watch violent or movies raging with sex scenes. Now I don’t push my beliefs on anybody because I don’t win souls by force. I win them by love. I say again, I don’t win souls by force, I win them by love.
Some people claim that because my lifestyle has changed they are having to adhere to my beliefs. This is far from the truth. I simply ask for one thing when I am around unbelievers. I ask for respect when I am in the room. It doesn’t matter to me if you want to scream, yell , scratch, swear and fight, Just be aware that I won’t be around any of that stinky garbage. Respect is a two way street not a one way street to a dead end.
My grandmother taught me the Bible way and when she passed away I literally felt as fragile as glass. I felt like I could break so easily. My loving mother realized that something was certainly wrong with me. She saw that I was struggling. I was struggling because I didn’t know if I would ever see her again. She took a piece of my heart with her. That’s why for seven years I used to put myself to sleep with the bible under my pillow. So I ask my family members a direct question. what is really so bad about my conversion? The fact that I want to her again? Due to the fact that my grandma taught me the word it didn’t return void. Her biblical impact on my life would give me the wisdom to come into the reality of what she was trying to prepare me for. Her departure.
Due to my Grandmother’s belief in God, I sorrow not even though she sleeps in Christ
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18King James Version (KJV)
13 But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.
14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.
15 For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.
16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
18 Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
Because of my faith in Christ. I smashed all the records that caused me great fear and torrment over her death. I smashed that record to a billion pieces all because of my faith in Christ. That is certainly worth a Hallelujah SHOUT!
This concludes todays message on Project Bible 365 Day 53: The Milk & The Meat.