There is no heaven that has a little corner of hell in it. God is determined to make you pure, holy, and right, and He will not allow you to escape from the scrutiny of the Holy Spirit for even one moment. He urged you to come to judgment immediately when He convicted you, but you did not obey. Then the inevitable process began to work, bringing its inevitable penalty. Now you have been "thrown into prison, [and] . . . you will by no means get out of there till you have paid the last penny" ( 5:25-26 ). Yet you ask, "Is this a God of mercy and love?" When seen from God’s perspective, it is a glorious ministry of love. God is going to bring you out pure, spotless, and undefiled, but He wants you to recognize the nature you were exhibiting— the nature of demanding your right to yourself. The moment you are willing for God to change your nature, His recreating forces will begin to work. And the moment you realize that God’s purpose is to get you into the right relationship with Himself and then with others, He will reach to the very limits of the universe to help you take the right road. Decide to do it right now, saying, "Yes, Lord, I willwrite that letter," or, "I will be reconciled to that person now."

These sermons of Jesus Christ are meant for your will and your conscience, not for your head. If you dispute these verses from the Sermon on the Mount with your head, you will dull the appeal to your heart.

If you find yourself asking, "I wonder why I’m not growing spiritually with God?"— then ask yourself if you are paying your debts from God’s standpoint. Donow what you will have to do someday. Every moral question or call comes with an "ought" behind it— the knowledge of knowing what we ought to do.

~~Oswald Chambers

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Rev Price said this,

18th June 2006 is the date penned in this book "Cure for the Common Life". I have yet to complete reading it. 2 more chapters. For the first time, I had taken my time to read a book. No notes written on the side. No underlining of any phrase. It did not cause me to grip the edge of my seat or my heart to race with every chapter or my head to sizzle with groundbreaking thoughts. Instead I found myself pondering on a design. Me. It was a quiet awe that stunned me. God has designed me with such minute details. Scales fell off my eyes. And now I see around me, God’s announcement in each star, His reminder in each leaf, that He is (Lucado, 1996). Yup, that’s it. He. Is. A star was designed to twinkle. A leaf was designed to signify the change of seasons. Seasons were designed to bear the message that there is a time for everything. Each creation is a delight when it does what it is created to do. 

I had to watch Superman Returns. I carry in my heart an affinity towards this superhero. I grew up watching Superman who was my childhood cartoonic superhero. Or perhaps watching it carries a special memory:  it was one of the rare times I had spent with my late-dad. He had brought us to the movies. Just that once. During the holidays.

And perhaps all of us need a hero in our lives and we live out this wish in the movie. Lois Lane was wrong. Perhaps the world had awarded her the Pulitzer award because it had lost its hope, beaten by the hardknock life, subdued by its hard reality, blinded by its selfishness, merciless demands and pressures, its heart hardened. That place in their hearts which had been warmed by a hope has now grown cold, tossed and torned apart in every direction. Where is their hero, they cry out. Who would rescue them from an abusive husband, from being unjustly retrenched, from a broken heart, from losing a wife and son in a car accident, from losing their homes and families to natural disasters, from poverty and destitute, from breast cancer, from prostitution, from being orphaned. 

We do need a hero in our lives. 

Who is your hero? Has your heart grown so cold? Let Him warm your heart. 

The loss of mystery has led to the loss of majesty.

The more we know, the less we believe.

No wonder there is no wonder.

We think we’ve figured it all out. 

Strange, don’t you think?

Knowledge of the workings shouldn’t negate wonder.

Knowledge should stir wonder.

Who has more reason to worship than the

astronomer who has seen the stars?

Than the surgeon who has held a heart?

Than the oceanographer who has pondered the depths?

Max Lucado