The first time I really became aware that there was more to the heart than what I was being told was trying to figure out 1 Thessalonians 5:17. Later in the same chapter verse 21 says "Prove all things..." KJV or " but test everything..." ESV. So, I kicked verse 17 around for a long time, I'd go off somewhere else but, kept coming back to it. If you're a Westerner, you think it means on your knees 24/7. Little things like Paul's admonishment at the end of a letter carry weight because ALL scripture is equally important. Somewhere along the line, I thought maybe it happened subconsciously but, upon reflection that didn't work because subconsciously I was thinking of new technicalities to excuse my sin. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that the Spirit resided in my heart so, that had to be where continuous prayer was happening. This in itself poses problems for a Western "mind". I had the benefit of not being entirely rational or particularly logical so, I lived with it. But unbeknownst to me I had opened one of those gag cans full of snakes, that is a better image than a can of worms.
Worms taste like dirt, by the way so, now you won't live the rest of your lives thinking "I wonder what a worm tastes like". Guess what those big wood grubs tastes like...you guessed it WOOD! I learned that when I was younger, in my outdoor mountain man survival weekends. Like I've alluded to before, I have a strategy in place for every Apocalypse scenario.
I'm glad for those snakes and the journey continues.
Worms taste like dirt, by the way so, now you won't live the rest of your lives thinking "I wonder what a worm tastes like". Guess what those big wood grubs tastes like...you guessed it WOOD! I learned that when I was younger, in my outdoor mountain man survival weekends. Like I've alluded to before, I have a strategy in place for every Apocalypse scenario.
I'm glad for those snakes and the journey continues.