No Exceptions Ministries, Inc

‘Coming to God’ is the subjective response to that which is already settled objectively: that He came to us in our disoriented, broken thinking and made us whole, erasing the enmity that we perceived existed between us and Him.  So deep were the roots of this distortion that a grand gesture of divine benevolence was needed to reset the heart of humanity from separate to included.   The tragedy is that it took nothing less than Christ’s death to convince us of this; made all the more astounding when we remember that God is ONE.  In the death of Jesus Christ, who is eternally in an inseparable union with the Father and the Spirit, it was not Christ alone upon the cross, but the Godhead in total, and all of humanity found within them.  For it is in Him that we live and move and have our very being.   AND, when we consider that the Lamb was slain before the foundation of the world, our true worth to God is made manifest: He loves us so much He created us knowing full well it would cost Him

The Gospel was, is, and always will be a simple message: Love.  And the Bible is essentially a story arc depicting mankind’s insecurities with that simplicity…and habitual over-complication of it…colliding with the continual counterbalance of the Father, Son, and Spirit to unveil just how effortless and disconnected from human effort it truly is.  

With each prompting of the Spirit we have the opportunity to eat afresh from the Tree of Life.  It’s fruit magnifies our peace and joy, increasing our awareness of His emphatic declaration: ‘you are now righteous!’   For years I heard that still, small voice, but opted to ignore it.  Instead I fed on the Tree of the Knowledge of God and Evil, carefully weighing and measuring the pros and cons, calculating the cost of surrender to the Voice.  And there I sat, for years, performing this bizarre spiritual mathematics alongside the rote motions of performance and duty, refusing to give into what I knew in my heart was the path of life.  I was afraid.  Afraid of the unknown.  Afraid of losing what was in my hands as I groped in the dark for the new.  Afraid that my so carefully polished reputation would be tarnished, or lost altogether, if I was wrong.   Sometimes the greatest discernment we need in is the ability to tell when a season is over...and to then resist the illusory urge to susta