And Shall We Regurgitate This?

 

And Shall We Regurgitate This?

1 Corinthians 6                                                                                                           April 12, 2024

     Yes, Manna from Heaven.  We all know Who that is.  “Take, eat, this is My body.”  We all know who said that and when.  But what goes in the mouth does not defile a man (or woman).  It is what comes out.

     If our bodies are indeed temples, then what sounds are coming out of the upper room?  Great orifices, so wide and open, mouth the great words of God.  But, who is cleaning the temple?  Surely a building as such needs maintenance.  A bit of repentance there to get the dust bunnies in the corner.  A certain quiet time before Him to listen to clean the shadowed windows.  The showbread is always to be present and the lamp is to never go out, why?  Because the King of Kings resides inside us.

     Shall we regurgitate this again?  His word He has made active within us.  We know the truth.  Jesus inside.  Jesus abides.  He will never leave.  He suffers.

     “Bob, pass me the Dew.”  “Got a fifth of Jack.  Wanna have fun?”  “Just a little crank before the kids come home from school.”  “It’s ok Honey, your husband won’t be home for another hour.  We’ve got plenty of snuggle time.”

     Ever think Jesus really feels?  I would wager that He feels everything you feel. 

He lives inside you. 

He is forever joined to your spirit.  That is the bond He has committed Himself to.


     So, whatever perversity we put ourselves through and think, “God will forgive me,” He already goes through it with you.  There are many fornications around as we bow down to those idols we place before Him.  Easy sex in the defiled temple is not His thing.  He is no temple prostitute and forbids such.  Rapidly He calls us to cleanse our temples.  Away with the moneychangers, those things we count as surety before running to Him.

 

     He feels what we feel, literally. 

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