That is a very one-sided message you are giving, living in the sunshine. Those who follow Jesus were never promised an easy and pleasant life. Being a Christian is no bed of roses. Jesus guaranteed trials and troubles would come our way. We only need to look at His life, He was spat on and reviled. Discipleship demands sacrifice, and Jesus never hid the cost. The reward will come later, but in the meantime, if we are going to be disciples of Jesus we need to live according to His teaching for example in the Sermon on the Mount, and I do not see any of that, rather the opposite, just do as you please, and you are always saved. That is not true. How about teaching the full gospel and the full truth instead?
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That is a very one-sided message you are giving, living in the sunshine
There has go to be a reason why you are plainly reading what is not there and ignoring what is.
Ever thought maybe my grace is sufficient for thee means the Light still shines in my heart, and I am glad and rejoice in it, though my body be buffeted, and my mind be assaulted on every side?
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
Is that the flower-child living in the sunshine Christianity you're talking about?
just do as you please, and you are always saved
There is no way you could have been reading from me anything like that, except you have some special Valhalla axe to grind, to demonstrate how given you are to hardness like a good Viking in Christ Jesus.
What are you a glutton for despair, trial, turmoil, and persecution? Not enough tribulation come your way? Maybe a little
proud of how willfully steadfast you are, sort of like some iron-willed kind of hero?
Itching for some of that last great tribulation of the red-faced dragon breathing threatenings and slaughterings down your neck? Gonna prove just how really, really worthy you are to be robed in white?
We have come to this point by way of incomprehensible responses from you, that have turned pretty foul, and certainly out of bounds. Don't be a pup snipping at my heels, just because I am offering something that I got from you, but you may never have thought through to it's fullest expression. When I asked if you had anything to add, being the source of inspiration, I didn't mean chastising me for not offering up enough war and bloodshed in Christian living.
Being a Christian is no bed of roses.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys...For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
Yeah, I know all too well about super-heroes such as yourself. You like like your bed of thorns, so you can tell Jesus all about it. Been there and done that and been delivered from that kind of cruel living like a 2nd coming of the Lord to free me from self-imposed battles and skirmishes and blights on every hand, where there never really were any.
Finally, brethren, farewell. Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you.
Doesn't sound like a lot of gore going on in daily living there.
I no longer make living for God in Jesus harder for myself, than God does, especially when the devil is taking a break to prepare for one final onslaught. Likewise I no longer preach a harder than must be salvation of righteous living by grace.
The eternal security carefree excuses for Christian may be cut away by the left edge of the Sword, but your kind is certainly cut away from me by the right edge. You think constant critique, fault-finding, and quest for glory is really strong young men in Christ? Must be really
hard for you to just enjoy a day of the Lord and rejoice and be glad in it, and thank God you know what it is to lie down beside still waters in green grass for a space.
You ever considered you may be surrounded by so many daily battles, threatening your very existence in the body of Christ, might be because you are so full of lust, that has yet been fully circumcised from your heart?
Maybe not. Maybe you're just still peeved by me unknowingly rolling over your 'responses'. Sort of sticks in that thin hide of yours.