Are you all in or out of God’s Mailbox?

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Recently, my husband and I strolled Downtown Thibodaux.

We caught a storybook glimpse of a squirrel eating seeds in a Magnolia tree, then came across a historic mailbox. It “cat-pawed” my Alice in Wonderland curiosity, so I took a picture.

The washed-out color of olden times drenched the mailbox in rust.

I thought to myself...are we all in or out of the mailbox of true Christianity?

Today’s world has become more “open-minded” to veiled sin. They are condoning unstamped letters of promiscuity that have slipped into society.

As Christ followers, we need to think of ourselves as letters that have been sealed with righteousness.

Are you being fully slipped into the mailbox with a boldness or are you being jiggled in halfway, falling to the world?

Are you being stamped with truth or unstamped with a holy vagueness?

Are you being slipped into the mailbox with a fervor or being finicky and falling to dirt-like debauchery.

Is your letter to God being written with obedience or written with fickle foolishness?

You cannot serve two masters. You either fall into God’s mailbox or lay on the ground, being trampled and torn by the world.

No man can serve two masters: for either he. will hate the one, and love the other; or else. he will hold to the one, and despise the other, Yecannot serve God and mammon. - Matthew 6:24

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