Horses and Water

 


1 Peter 3:15

But in your hearts HONOR Christ the Lord as Holy, ALWAYS being prepared to make a defense to ANYONE who asks you for a reason for the HOPE that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect…


We’ve all heard the saying…”You can lead a horse to water…but you can NOT make him drink.”  This May indeed be true…however…you’ve at least shown the horse where the water is…and eventually…he’ll become thirsty enough to make his way back to that water…and satisfy his thirst.


This is exactly how we must conduct ourselves whenever we are fortunate enough to SHARE the “Good News” of why Jesus sacrificed himself on that Cross.  We must NEVER push or pressure someone to make the commitment to ask Jesus into one’s Life…and accept Him to be their Lord and Savior.  We can certainly LEAD them to the Cross…but we can NOT force them to drink of the “Living Water”.  But just like that thirsty horse…eventually…someone who has been shown where that Crystal Stream flowing out of Heaven is…will take the cup from Jesus…and satisfy their thirst…FOREVER!!!


Have a BLESSED Tuesday Y’all!!!

VQ

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