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THE VICE


       The vice of society and downfall of religious freedom is not and will not be by the utter hatred that is spewed forth from embittered atheists, the flaunting of immorality from sodomite activists, the vile belligerence of the ACLU, nor from the degrading propaganda of Hollywood and the media. No, it will come by the confusion of Truth, the compromise of Holiness, and the corrosion of Unity within the framework of Christianity.
     
        If it all could be funneled into a particular, it is the problem of pride within each heart. It is masked in the form of one who boasts over a denomination, almost to the point of worshipping its existence and deifying its function. It is also found in one who feels smugly content to be placed in the camp of Tolerance, fearing holy confrontation in which could vilify his lack of faith and cowardice spirit. Thus, he will never be caught lifting a brow over the debasement of scripture. The poison of pride is revealed in the one who piously looks at society as a melting doomsday pot rather than a mission field.
     
      Perhaps the world crumbles, because our hearts are not humbled. Humbled to be unified with brothers and sisters in Christ, not because they wear the same “denominational name tag” as us, but because they LOVE JESUS! Humbled to allow the Word of God to pierce through our hearts and teach us Truth and Righteousness. Humbled to not be bitter, but broken over this world! Are you ready to redeem the time by relinquishing your pride?

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