PROFIT IN THE FEAR OF GOD- PT.1

The fear of the Lord leads to life: Then one rests content, untouched by trouble.

Proverbs 19:23

I remember my days at Evangel College, how I dreaded being caned by Mr. Madu.

The skill by which he drops that stick on an ass could make one stand for days.

I wasn’t a rebellious student but there could be occasions of mass punishment which I often prayed wouldn’t happen.

The fear of Mr. Madu made us listen attentively in class, do math and further math assignments and not turn our necks when he was invigilating.

Unconsciously, we got used to behaving in math class at least...LOL

However, the kind of fear God seeks is not the kind we gave to Mr. Madu.

The fear for Mr. Madu made us sit up in maths class; we dint take the "attitude" into other classes because that fear didn’t change us.

GOD DESIRES AND DESERVES the reverence of his person and deep appreciation of his wisdom that leads us to make choices that please him. This kind of fear transforms your life.

Proverbs says the fear of the Lord leads to life.

When you have awesome reverence for God, his person and principles, you would enjoy (LIFE-the vitality, fruitfulness and fulfillment of existence).

That really is LIFE.

God wants to lead you into LIFE. He wants to help you rest content (in satisfaction) and untouched by trouble.

Have RESPECT FOR HIS INSTRUCTION. Stop being afraid of popular opinion.

FEAR GOD; FEEL LIFE!

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