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There is now a Poem and Story, Grip's feeble attempt to reveal the chasm between Death and Glory. One more day to read the words of first and second Corinthians before we exegete them to see a very odd revelation within scripture. There are two forces within this story. One is purposely unseen while the other is on shameful display. To be more direct, The Sinner is on full display in a very shameful way, but someone had to point a finger! Somewhere within this story, stones are being spiritually raised to clobber a very shameful man. One more day to read this and see if you know which way this will be exegeted. A story has been added to this OP Pt. 13d in attempts to help understand what will be said tomorrow.
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Continued from Hebrews It! (Legal Study, Chapter 3) Pt. 13c
OP Pt. 13c closed with the following words;These sets of verses have been taken from first and second Corinthians without Exegesis, so they can be evaluated at face value. They are frequently quoted apart from the order that Paul wrote them out to be evaluated by. This was a very awful drama that occurred within the church of Corinth. We will exegete this set of verses tomorrow. Today, if you so desire. Evaluate this set of verses from the standpoint of MERCY vs. JUDGMENT. This is a seriously intense passage to do this with. It's complicated and Paul left some "BREAD CRUMBS" within his repetitious words. There's a lot going on here. I'll leave one more hint before I sign off for today's OP.
Galatians 2:9,10,11,12,13,14
1 Timothy 5:20
2 Corinthians 5:16
Acts 15:1
Jude 1:3
Hebrews 3:13 But encourage each other daily, while it is still called today, so that none of you is hardened by sin’s deception.
1 Corinthians 5:1 It is actually reported that there is sexual immorality among you, and of a kind that even pagans do not tolerate: A man is sleeping with his father’s wife. 2 And you are proud! Shouldn’t you rather have gone into mourning and have put out of your fellowship the man who has been doing this? 3 For my part, even though I am not physically present, I am with you in spirit. As one who is present with you in this way, I have already passed judgment in the name of our Lord Jesus on the one who has been doing this. 4 So when you are assembled and I am with you in spirit, and the power of our Lord Jesus is present, 5 hand this man over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so that his spirit may be saved on the day of the Lord.
6 Your boasting is not good. Don’t you know that a little yeast leavens the whole batch of dough? 7 Get rid of the old yeast, so that you may be a new unleavened batch—as you really are. For Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed. 8 Therefore let us keep the Festival, not with the old bread leavened with malice and wickedness, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.
9 I wrote to you in my letter not to associate with sexually immoral people— 10 not at all meaning the people of this world who are immoral, or the greedy and swindlers, or idolaters. In that case you would have to leave this world. 11 But now I am writing to you that you must not associate with anyone who claims to be a brother or sister but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or slanderer, a drunkard or swindler. Do not even eat with such people.
1 Corinthians 4:5 Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait until the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of the heart. At that time each will receive their praise from God..... 18 Some of you have become arrogant, as if I were not coming to you. 19 But I will come to you very soon, if the Lord is willing, and then I will find out not only how these arrogant people are talking, but what power they have. 20 For the kingdom of God is not a matter of talk but of power. 21 What do you prefer? Shall I come to you with a rod of discipline, or shall I come in love and with a gentle spirit?
2 Corinthians 2:1-11 So I made up my mind that I would not make another painful visit to you. 2 For if I grieve you, who is left to make me glad but you whom I have grieved? 3 I wrote as I did, so that when I came I would not be distressed by those who should have made me rejoice. I had confidence in all of you, that you would all share my joy. 4 For I wrote you out of great distress and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to grieve you but to let you know the depth of my love for you. 5 If anyone has caused grief, he has not so much grieved me as he has grieved all of you to some extent—not to put it too severely. 6 The punishment inflicted on him by the majority is sufficient. 7 Now instead, you ought to forgive and comfort him, so that he will not be overwhelmed by excessive sorrow. 8 I urge you, therefore, to reaffirm your love for him. 9 Another reason I wrote you was to see if you would stand the test and be obedient in everything. 10 Anyone you forgive, I also forgive. And what I have forgiven—if there was anything to forgive—I have forgiven in the sight of Christ for your sake, 11 in order that Satan might not outwit us. For we are not unaware of his schemes.
There is often a lot of confusion within Christendom about the Stone Law. We've already laid a strong foundation about this matter in the first Chapter 2 OP of this series and so on and so forth throughout the Chapter 2 Parts. I can exegete all day on this matter and no matter how spot on the exegesis or how much scripture that I exegete into the passages that correlates perfectly to the passages, it just doesn't matter. This is one of those "Heart" matters. It's a Humility matter! It sounds all holy and righteous to see those words written out as "Heart" and "Humility", but I promise you, that's not the case! When I say Heart matter and Humility matter, I'm not saying that I'm some Pious guy, writing from a monastery and dedicated to a "Perfect Christian Life". I'm trying to convey with words that don't curdle your very toes that I'm a man that has been cast low by my own stupidity during my lifetime. I've seen rock bottom and found ways to crawl into crevices that lead far beneath rock bottom. There really isn't much "ME" left inside of me. Not because I have achieved wonderful things, but more because I've been through experiences that hollowed my very soul out. I know what it is to feel utterly dead on the inside. I'm not talking about a seared conscience or "spiritual death", but instead, to walk around and live life on the verge of tears and a gut full of heartbreak and pain that is so deep that each step feels like lifting a ton and every smile feels like an act of pulling chains upward that are attached to each corner of my mouth and have 100 lb weights hanging from each chain. I'm trying to convey what the deepest depths of despair feel like. I don't like seeing myself type so many I statements, but it seems necessary to be doing this to convey a thing that is so very difficult to convey!
I thought that I knew what the Law was and attempted to "live" by it. I lived a life that was in perpetual fear of sinning against God. I fought with ALL of MY might to PLEASE God! I kept believing that worldly success and being a true vessel of God were only a few carnal changes, away! I begged God to remove every bit of sin from my Life, day after day! I witnessed to some very broken people in this very state and gave them hope, but on the inside, I was dying! I will try to pull from imagery within my heart and mind to convey my genuine conversion experience in a very metaphorical way.
Grip's Metaphor (The Woman in the Haunted Shack)
A beautiful woman had lived a beautiful life and her efforts to please God were ceaseless. Yet, Life has it's way of painting white grey and taking joy from even the brightest of days. What had been a very real experience of crystal clear streams that offered refreshment to passing dear within her dreams, was among a sun soaked forest of peace which led to a 2 story Haunted Shack, overgrown by black. The black was made up of tendrils like vines that grew stronger over time yet beckoned passers by to roam within. She opened the door and began to explore a mystery of a place that she had never known. In the shadows of an upper room, this lady saw piercing eyes shining from the gloom that seemed concerned and unrelenting. She ran to a door that fled from the form as from the shadows emerged a man that appeared as a transparent wraith. He opened his mouth but she couldn't hear His words, so terror led her to fling open the door that she was standing before. He seemed to be warning her not to flee, but a wraith is terrifying to see, so she flung herself within and reinforced the way out.
Within this room the gloom was terrifying and wrought with the vines that she had seen from the forest. She heard a faint knock at the door which terrified her more, for she feared of being overtaken by the form. As she paced in the room the vines reached for her doom and she fought a fight of terrible fright, to keep them from drawing her down. The more she fought the stronger the tendrils wrought her every effort to naught. A pound at the door sent a shockwave through the floor that caused the tendrils to retreat. On the other side, the handsome man cried, his hand and face pressed against the locked door that separated him from the beautiful woman. He fell to the floor as he sensed through the door that the woman was becoming exhausted. Her dress had been white but it was now an awful sight as the vines of black had changed it's gleam to a filthy pattern of grey and growing tendrils of midnight color. The woman was crying as the vines pulled her down. They now surrounded her so numerously that she was certain she would drown. They were now reaching into her skin and growing from within, taking away everything that she had ever understood. A massive bang of light so bright that for an instant shattered the night which was stealing the breath of the bride, deep inside the locked room came forth from the door bowing inwards towards her distress.
The man seemed sorrowful on the other side of the door. He was no longer a wraith, but a man with his hand still firmly resting on the door. His entire being was pressed up against the door as he sat on the floor, eyes closed in sorrow, with his handsome face laid up against the partition that separated him from his love. He could hear her gasping for air in mortal despair as the vines had fully overtaken this beauty of the forest. Eyes closed and tears streaming, separated by a door with deep meaning the woman and the man were weeping in sync. She ripped her hand free and reached towards the Being that she had originally run from out of fear. She fought as hard as she could, just to reach for the door, but the blackened vines within overpowered her efforts and her entire body was pulled completely to the floor. She laid there motionless, unable to move, the feeling of death overcoming her. Her eyes started to dim as the darkness was all that she had within, because defeat had finally shattered this woman's being. With last gasp of breath, from impenetrable darkness of distress, she whispered; "I surrender".
From brokenness on the floor, the KING opened his blazing eyes sure, fire and certainty the only description that those magnificent eyes could be given. He disappeared in a blast of light that for a second pierced the night, then the man at the door could be seen no more. Had he been there? Where had he gone? What had his efforts meant?
The near corpse of a bride that laid deep within the night and tendrils of incomprehensible total binding began to glow. Light so bright that no words can write began to shine from within the sea of sweeping black vines! It broke them away with light far beyond the breaking of day and revealed the shining bride. Her dress a pearlescent white, her eyes and mouth beaming with light, she had just appeared dead but was now more full of Life than any grammar could ever define.
Deep within her soul, she was no longer half, but was completely whole, as she will forever be eternally within the embrace of the King that saved her. The haunted shack that once was within will never ever again mar the perfect beauty of the forest that she was made for. She dances in delight as she is now completely without fright because her soul is joined in the eternal embrace of arms that never fail. Whenever she sees the night, she no longer fears or strives, but forever whispers without refrain, those words that always sustain; "I surrender".
A beautiful woman had lived a beautiful life and her efforts to please God were ceaseless. Yet, Life has it's way of painting white grey and taking joy from even the brightest of days. What had been a very real experience of crystal clear streams that offered refreshment to passing dear within her dreams, was among a sun soaked forest of peace which led to a 2 story Haunted Shack, overgrown by black. The black was made up of tendrils like vines that grew stronger over time yet beckoned passers by to roam within. She opened the door and began to explore a mystery of a place that she had never known. In the shadows of an upper room, this lady saw piercing eyes shining from the gloom that seemed concerned and unrelenting. She ran to a door that fled from the form as from the shadows emerged a man that appeared as a transparent wraith. He opened his mouth but she couldn't hear His words, so terror led her to fling open the door that she was standing before. He seemed to be warning her not to flee, but a wraith is terrifying to see, so she flung herself within and reinforced the way out.
Within this room the gloom was terrifying and wrought with the vines that she had seen from the forest. She heard a faint knock at the door which terrified her more, for she feared of being overtaken by the form. As she paced in the room the vines reached for her doom and she fought a fight of terrible fright, to keep them from drawing her down. The more she fought the stronger the tendrils wrought her every effort to naught. A pound at the door sent a shockwave through the floor that caused the tendrils to retreat. On the other side, the handsome man cried, his hand and face pressed against the locked door that separated him from the beautiful woman. He fell to the floor as he sensed through the door that the woman was becoming exhausted. Her dress had been white but it was now an awful sight as the vines of black had changed it's gleam to a filthy pattern of grey and growing tendrils of midnight color. The woman was crying as the vines pulled her down. They now surrounded her so numerously that she was certain she would drown. They were now reaching into her skin and growing from within, taking away everything that she had ever understood. A massive bang of light so bright that for an instant shattered the night which was stealing the breath of the bride, deep inside the locked room came forth from the door bowing inwards towards her distress.
The man seemed sorrowful on the other side of the door. He was no longer a wraith, but a man with his hand still firmly resting on the door. His entire being was pressed up against the door as he sat on the floor, eyes closed in sorrow, with his handsome face laid up against the partition that separated him from his love. He could hear her gasping for air in mortal despair as the vines had fully overtaken this beauty of the forest. Eyes closed and tears streaming, separated by a door with deep meaning the woman and the man were weeping in sync. She ripped her hand free and reached towards the Being that she had originally run from out of fear. She fought as hard as she could, just to reach for the door, but the blackened vines within overpowered her efforts and her entire body was pulled completely to the floor. She laid there motionless, unable to move, the feeling of death overcoming her. Her eyes started to dim as the darkness was all that she had within, because defeat had finally shattered this woman's being. With last gasp of breath, from impenetrable darkness of distress, she whispered; "I surrender".
From brokenness on the floor, the KING opened his blazing eyes sure, fire and certainty the only description that those magnificent eyes could be given. He disappeared in a blast of light that for a second pierced the night, then the man at the door could be seen no more. Had he been there? Where had he gone? What had his efforts meant?
The near corpse of a bride that laid deep within the night and tendrils of incomprehensible total binding began to glow. Light so bright that no words can write began to shine from within the sea of sweeping black vines! It broke them away with light far beyond the breaking of day and revealed the shining bride. Her dress a pearlescent white, her eyes and mouth beaming with light, she had just appeared dead but was now more full of Life than any grammar could ever define.
Deep within her soul, she was no longer half, but was completely whole, as she will forever be eternally within the embrace of the King that saved her. The haunted shack that once was within will never ever again mar the perfect beauty of the forest that she was made for. She dances in delight as she is now completely without fright because her soul is joined in the eternal embrace of arms that never fail. Whenever she sees the night, she no longer fears or strives, but forever whispers without refrain, those words that always sustain; "I surrender".
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