I was guilty. I knew I was dirty, but I boasted my innocence. My hands were filthy and my heart was polluted. I reviewed the evidence and He convinced me of my guilt.
He knew I was only dirt; He made me. He breathed life into me, yet my dirt became contaminated and polluted. I got dirty, again!
The accuser is no friend of mine. He spends day and night accusing everyone. He himself is already sentenced and waiting for his execution. Meanwhile he persists with his accusatory attacks to destroy, kill, and steal. SHaTan and Chango thrive on toxic waste and pollution and strive to eliminate the seed in my dirt. Not good – hopeless without the right counsel before The Judge. God saves!
My mother introduced me to Him. She was guilty, too. I thought she was a saint, but she knew no one was innocent. She told me to trust no one but Him before she left.
“There is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all” she told me. It was the last day I saw her.
How was your weekend? Do you need a lawyer? My lawyer only defends the guilty, but aren’t we all?
Signing my confession of guilt should have ruined my day of rest, but I was relieved – I also signed a contract with The One and only who can represent me before The Judge.
Here we go …
Rx: Revelation 12:10, John 10:10, Luke 1:31, and 1 Timothy 2:5