I am a huge fan of the Williams Sisters----have watched them play tennis for years---been there through thick and thin with them---admired their talent--sat on the edge of my seat cheering them on. This should allow me entrance into all of the world's great tennis clubs. The cold hard fact is that I do not even play tennis. I KNOW THEM---but sadly they do not know me.
There is a long wonderful list of music on my play list. I know all the words to each and everyone of those songs. I sing loudly and heartily--accompanying the talented artist with the best of my ability. I follow their careers, watch for new recordings, attend their concerts---become a part of their groupies. For some reason, they do not send me backstage passes--no front row seat-- I know them all well---but they do not know me.
"Jesus, I know and Paul, I know about,
BUT WHO ARE YOU?"
The word tells us even Satan acknowledges who God is--and the Son of God--the Blessed Redeemer---but having the head knowledge and bowing before Him are two different things. We are not allowed a VIP pass into eternity without the badge of Redeemed around our neck. A badge with a huge cost-but freely given to us by a simple prayer---It is never too late--do not chance the cost of being asked-------WHO ARE YOU?
You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that--and shudder.