When I come home from work, I walk through the door and say, "Honey, I'm home!" And my wife gives me a big hug and a smooch. For that moment, I'm 'home'. Then the busyness of life crouds in again. But, I remember that taste, that moment when something in both of us relaxed and exhailed. I find I am faced with a decision. Do I become demanding for more of that 'home' feeling, or do I feel sad that we haven't been allowed to really be 'home' yet?
Originally Posted by Christian_lady
Hope this makes sence.
The Antichrist will be taught and raised by the christian church. He will come from your own, not from the "outsiders". "Thus saith the Eternal, Behold, I will raise up evil against thee out of thine own house. . . ."