Good morning. Yesterday we
talked about we have overcome them: they are from the world; therefore they
speak as from the world, and the world listens to them. This is so true today
in many different ways. People say such ridiculously horrible things; and
people listen to them because the ones speaking and the ones listening are both
from the world. They actually want to hear these things. We do not want to hear
them because: we are from God; he who knows God listens to us; he who is not
from God does not listen to us. By this we know the spirit of truth and the
spirit of error. If someone is of God, then he/she listens to those speaking
the truth of God. And then those verses we used to sing as a song: beloved, let
us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loveth is born of God
and knoweth God. He who loveth not (bum, bum, bum), knoweth not God, for God is love – beloved
let us love one another. First John four, seven and eight. That's kind of
definitive. Do you love – then you're born of God. Do you not love – then
you're not born of God. Father thank You that the reader knows You and loves
the brethren. You answer all of his/her needs.
Out of the smoke came locusts upon the earth, and power was given to them, as the scorpions of the earth have power.
Good morning. Out of the smoke came locusts upon the earth, and power was given to them, as the scorpions of the earth have power. (Kind of like Egypt with the grasshoppers). They were told not to hurt the grass of the earth, not any green thing, nor any tree (normally these are the things that the locusts would be interested in), but only the men who do not have the seal of God on their foreheads (most likely the 144,000 - possibly the only believers left on earth). They were not permitted to kill anyone, but to torment for five months [My Bible says it is a limited period of time suggested by the lifecycle of the locust.]; and their torment was like the torment of a scorpion when it stings a man. Add in those days men will seek death and will not find it; they will long to die, and death flees from them. I guess the stings were so painful that they got to the point where they wished they were dead. We will see what the locusts looked like tomorrow. Father just like You will pro...
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