John 8:44 You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.
So you all know there is a neighbor who I have gotten to know and talked with him about God on our many rides to school when he has missed his bus.
He told me on our last trip that his dad was coming home from the military, he looked so happy about this. I thought “great, maybe he will bring structure to the home”.
Well, this man has been home for a couple weeks now, and there is no structure, it is worse.
I stand on my porch and hear loud talking, Nigger this, bitches that. The smell of pot wafts past my nose as beer bottles clank together.
Music is blasting until well past 10 on a school night.
I remember those days, not missing them one bit. I remember how I thought I was doing nothing wrong but now I know better. I would not take back that bondage for anything. My daughter commented on how that used to be our house, I said “I know, Praise God it isn’t anymore”.
This morning I was blasting my Worship music as usual, trying to fill my daughters mind with strength, love, and power before she goes to school. When I took the dog out I heard my music floating through the air. I thought I should turn it down because I don’t want to disturb others sleeping.
The human part of me of course said, they blast their music late at night, why should I care? The bigger part of me said that two wrongs don’t make a right.
It dawned on me then, I am worshiping God in the morning just like they are worshiping Satan at night.
That’s a scary thought, worshiping Satan? It’s scary to even think I participated in that. I had no clue what I was doing, no clue where I was headed.
Many people say they believe in Jesus and Love Him, believing they are going to Heaven when they die. God says to prove it though and we will see it in the fruits that we bare. I guarantee my neighbors would say they believe also, the young man I talk to wasn’t a stranger to who God is.
We resemble our Fathers in our actions though. It’s all about proof. God didn’t say He loved us, He proved it.
Who do your actions say your Father is? Do they prove God is, or is that just talk?