"'This people honors me with their lips, but their heart is far from me; in vain do they worship me, teaching as doctrines the commandments of men.'"
Good morning Zebras,
I don’t know if you have ever had the unpleasant experience of loving someone who just wants to be friends, but I have. For me the weird thing was they did all the right things, they were nice to me and they spent time with me, but their heart wasn’t in it, at least not the way I wanted it to be. And I could tell.
Or maybe you have children who obey you but they don’t really want to. They are doing it because they have to, not because they love you and want to please you. And although you appreciate the obedience it feels hollow because something is missing.
The thing that is missing in both cases is love. They may like you, they may respect you, they may even fear you but the love that you want them to have is not there.
Now if you and I with our limited knowledge and ability can discern a person’s heart, what chance do you think we have trying to hide our heart from God? Not much.
Man looks at the outside appearance, he looks at the religious things that we do and thinks, “Oh, there is a person who loves the Lord. They go to church every Sunday; they tithe the correct amount, they serve in ministries and feed the homeless. They are a wonderful Christian.”
If our heart is not in it God is not fooled.
God does not want us to work so hard on the outside appearance. He wants us to work on our hearts. He wants us to love Him so much that the mere thought of Him makes us want to dance.
But you do not fall in love with someone by doing a million things for them; you fall in love with them by spending time with them and getting to know them. It is not the “doing” it is the “being” that will get you where you want to go.
There are probably a lot of things you think you need to do to be a good Christian. But there is only one thing that is really necessary and that is a heart and life totally devoted to God. If you have that EVERYTHING else will fall into place.
Love,
Jill
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