“How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell.  There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.”  Johnny Cash

Many a man, and woman, believe they can happily occupy a place somewhere between the world and the Word.  We believe we can come to church on Sunday and Wednesday, listen to the Word, and go back out there and live as if we have no obligation to the Lord.  We want to get all gussied up, shake hands with all our fellow congregants, sing praises and repeat psalms, and then go out and cuss, fuss, and shush.  Living large and in charge throughout the week and then humbling ourselves for an hour or two before going back out into the hustle and bustle.

Is it because we may have developed religious patterns and behavior without really experiencing change by the power of the Holy Spirit?  Have we found it socially advantageous to attend church and do church things without placing Jesus above all things?

If we conduct an inward inventory will we find that we are lovers of self, money, and pleasure rather than lovers of God?  Are we holding on to a form of religion, but denying the power of it?  Do we truly know rebirth and the genuine heartfelt love of Jesus?

Way too many of us want to hold on to the promise of the verse Jeremiah 29:11 believing God has a plan for us, without asking Him what it is.  We want to be blessed without being a blessing.  We want to bask in the ‘Son-shine’ without reflecting the Son.  We want to receive without sharing.  We want to reap the benefit of the harvest without laboring.  And why not?  God loves us.  He forgives us.  He created us in His own image.

Oh, wait a minute.  If we are created in His image, don’t we have to know who He is?  Don’t we have to do what He does?  Don’t we have to sacrifice self and live like Jesus?  Don’t we have to speak life to the world?  Yes, we do!

Johnny Cash was correct.  There is no fence between heaven and hell.  Why are we trying to sit on a nonexistent fence?

On the Inside,

Pete