There's A Place Where Religion Finally Dies Part 2

I heard him then, asking for help to set up the tables. I heard him say , if only a few of you would volunteer to do just a few things around here it sure would be appreciated.
I heard myself say, (inside) how can I do these things and not cause that religious spirit to kick in again ? Should I just do it , and hope it won't ? I think of the harm others are doing when doing is their form of godliness . I think how awful it must be for the hungry to come and seek bread and find none. Only a stiff hand shake because this is what I am suppose to do. I will talk to you, because I am suppose to. I don't want to do that. Yet everytime I've tried to be active in the service of our church that spirit of pride , raises it's ugly head.
There was a glimmer of hope when I remembered Psalms 51. My request for a replacement of my sin would not go unanswered for ever. I began again , and realized , my feet were being washed. The ones who have been faithfully setting up the tables. Even the ones who have been religiously doing their duty. They have been doing it the best they can. Like it or not , they have been washing my feet.
Can I receive it ? Or am I going to respond like Peter's first response to the LORD's willingness to do humble work ?
I have grieved because my offers for foot washing have gone unheard , but have I been hearing theirs ?

There's A Place Where Religion Finally Dies

Darrell Evans offers hope in his song, Dancing With My Father God In His Field of Grace. The startling truth that religion had still a hold of me slapped me in the face the other night . Now slaps can range in the hurt factor from mild to almost a slug. This was like, "wake up, are you asleep" .
It was suggested that we (our church) burn this church pew that was taking up room in our fellowship hall. They are going to have a wiener roast Sat. for the youth and why not use this old, (in very good shape ,I must add) church pew for the fire ?

The good thing about this story is that I realized what that was that came up. God certainly never set aside church pews to be holy. He never even said reverence my church pew. I never read anywhere in the Bible where it said, "Honor, my church pew."

What a fine line that is though between , honoring , reverencing and it becoming a religious rite .

About 6 weeks ago I began to feel impressed to honor the LORD on the Sabbath. A lot of people who are struggling to be set free , or claim to be set free, (wait until they hear about the church pew burning) from the religious spirit , kind of acted like they didn't know what to think about me doing this.

I could understand why they didn't understand. What they didn't seem to understand was I don't care about their understanding of what I do . I was only inviting people who felt impressed by the Holy SPIRIT to join me anyway.
However, whenever I feel impressed to remind them I am doing this "honoring the Sabbath thing" feel welcome to come over to my house and join me. They feel inclined to give me excuses. I am not trying to get them to do a religious thing.

What is the point of this ?

To the religious all things are religious and to the set free, all religious pride is to be flung into the fire !

Thank-you , Heavenly Father, let's go dance in Your field of grace.

Into His Presence I Come , Without Any Works I Have Done

But by His grace and His grace alone, Into His presence I come.
The words of this song ring dear and true for me , as I see that my striving to do works from my own strength is in vain.
How wonderful it is to know that there is another way.
How wonderful to know that grace can be given for all the time I was still striving. How wonderful is our God and King, that He should die for me.
How wonderful that He would want me to know the fullness of His gift for me.
How wonderful that as I am willing to accept the gift, more is given.
How wonderful that I do not have to look back but forward.
How wonderful that life and life more abundantly waits for me, as I hurriedly discard these old garments . He adorns me with His righteousness that I may be dressed properly when my bridegroom comes.