
It is like last night's loud party that ran well into the morning in the apartment upstairs from me. Beer flowed. Music blared. Voices were raised in rowdy cheers. Hundreds of young people walked up the front stairs and down the back stairs, chattering merrily. The sound of footsteps overhead never ceased. The roomies who lived there generously appeased their neighbors with bribes of ice cold Budweiser Select. And there was much rejoicing.
Suppose a man wanted to go to that party. Instead of betaking himself to the party, he stayed in his room with the door closed and the curtains shut. He sat in his chair, patiently waiting for an invitation that never came. Perhaps when he finally fell asleep, the man dreamed that he had gone to the party after all.

The first man is like unto the Enthusiast - or, if you like, today's Pentecostal or charismatic Christian - who expects and demands that the kingdom of God come at his beck and call. And perhaps he dreams that it does so. He trusts in outward manifestations, rather than relying on the generosity of his host. So he remains outside the party.

The guests who rejoiced and were merry were like unto those who trust in the goodness and lovingkindness of God. They came in and went out as they liked, and the party happened to be wherever they were - though, to be sure, it was loudest and merriest where the greatest number of them were gathered together.
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