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False Doctrines and Theologies
The Same Old Lie
Writer: Kelly Crawford | 02 July 2010 | www.ladiesagainstfeminism.com
Name-calling, insults, slander–if you are a disciple of Christ, you have probably shared in some of His bad reputation. (They accused Jesus of being demon-possessed.) In fact, the Bible says that you can be sure of it.
And should we be surprised at a culture who continues to be deceived by the very same lie Satan fed Eve in the garden?
Think about it. . . "Has God indeed said?" That was the deceiving question that stumbled all of humanity, and continues to today. "Does God’s Word really mean that?"
Eve thought it was a question worthy of consideration, and the offer Satan gave her was too delicious to resist.
"You can become like God."
She fell for one thing...POWER.
It's the same thing that still draws us. "I can be strong on my own…doing my thing…interpreting truth to stroke my feelings."
Read Ezekiel, Jeremiah–the Lamentations of God in the OT. "My people, whom I have loved, have turned away from me, have followed after the idols of their hearts, followed their own wisdom, and have forsaken my Word."
We continue the same idolatry and call it "freedom."
And Satan is there, in the ear all the time. . . "Has God indeed said?"
And Eve felt that power for a short, sweet moment. . . "the eyes of both of them were opened. . . "
And then the pain of the fall.
That death that ensued the moment Eve was deceived was not only a physical death for the human race. It was a constant death of the natural man and God knew it would be our sole struggle. We all struggle to die to flesh. It's part of the curse–the way it is. We cannot just decide to stop dying and indulge our flesh. Not an option for the believer.
What is that thing we question, "Has God indeed said?" Am I trying to get out from under the life of a dying-to-live disciple? Am I squirming to be comfortable?
We are called to life, not comfort, specifically. We are called to living sacrifice. And that paradoxical sacrifice requires proverbial bloodshed, pain and death. The shedding of "me" so that He might be made visible. Glorified.
Less of me is more of Him. Delight in that.