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The Devil Made Me Do It

*Reposted from 11/11/2017*

Referring to the Temptation of Jesus "But of key importance was the fact that Jesus made an immediate refusal. He did not toy with the temptation. Those who do soon find ways to rationalize and excuse their surrender. The best time to kill snakes is when they are small. Desire entertained and fondled in imagination, can become almost irresistible." (W. T. Purkiser)

"No temptation has overtaken you except what is common for mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can beat. But when you are tempted, he will also provide you a way out so that you can endure it."
-1 Corinthians 10:13 (NIV)

No one is ever forced to sin! To sin is to choose to go our own selfish way in the face of when we know to be right and wrong. People have literally stared death in the face when given the option to reject what was right and have chosen not to--- Yes, the way out God provided may have been death, but they stood by their faith and trust in God to the end and received the reward of going to him as a result--- but here in our Land of the Free, we are so self-absorbed, the mere fact that someone may make fun of us if we do the right thing is enough of a motivation to do wrong. We sin, not because our lives or the safety of someone else may be on the line, but because something as petty as our social status may get tarnished. What a selfish generation society is now. We are afraid to honor God and do what's right because someone might get offended and then they'll decide they don't like us anymore. What is more important here? Our social status in this glimpse of a vapor that is our lives, or our relationship with God that lasts eternity? Stop being so focused on you--- your social status, your feelings, what makes you feel good--- and start focusing instead on how to live your life in a way that honors the God who loves you!





Works Cited


Purkiser, W. T. Hebrews, James, Peter. Vol. 11, Beacon Hill Press, 1974. 

The Holy Bible: New International Version. Zondervan, 2011.

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