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When Adam and Eve fell in the Garden of Eden, their descendants were automatically doomed to share their unfortunate fate.  But God, in His mercy, offered His own Son as a sacrifice for mankind!  Satan claims this old world as His own territory, but Jesus bought it with His own blood.  This spiritual battle is still raging!  The victor has been crowned, but which side are you and I on?  To whom do we pledge allegiance?  All heaven and the whole universal beings have been keenly watching this drama unfold with intense interest.  They still are.  They are watching you and I today as we go about our duties.  We are the universal subjects of interest whether or not we like it!  We are on stage.  Angels are right beside us all the time to guide us in the right path.  If we remembered that we are on stage always, if we could see beings standing beside us, how different would our actions be!?  What if we remembered that every time we sin we are driving those spikes further into our Savior's tender flesh, causing the Son of God the most intense agony?  Would we act and different than we do today?  We are on stage!  If only we kept that though foremost in our minds at all times!  Our thoughts, words, and actions must always be true, honest, just, pure, lovely, of good report, and of virtue.  (Phil 4:8)  If it is our desire to enter the Kingdom of God, we must be filled with His love, imparting it to those around us.

 Jesus is coming soon!



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