Body, soul and spirit – the human’s journey to God

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1 Corinthians 13:11 [KJV] 11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I

thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

The human, has three key parts – body, soul and spirit. And the usually discovery process is staged, first the body, then the soul, then the spirit. So too sometimes is the God process, the human’s journey to God.

Body. Which is physical. Five senses, sensory level. Go to church because it is what should be done, has been a personal or family tradition and is carried on. Prayers are words – empty spoken physical words, that falling out of a physical mouth, onto a physical space and go no further than that because they are just that – words.

Soul. The will, mind and emotions. It is what is wanted, thought and felt. These – the desires, ideas and emotions define your relationship with God. Prayers are focused on the “I”. What I want, I think and feel, and blessings are the only evidence of God. Vaguely understanding the magnitude of the vast world of the Almighty that might be available, but ego and human limitations.

Spiritual. Knows and understands the love of God, and His eternity. Taps into the will of God – that visionary strategic place that has no limitations, no known boundaries, that is outside the patterns for this world. Intention is to strive to raise up and place themself into God, while still owning up to sin and inequity. Blessings are seen as the fulfilment of His purpose.

And sometimes there is oscillation like a pendulum between the three states – sometimes too frequently. But at the moment of rest – where do I rest?

And sometimes for different aspects of life, I can be at different states. But at my sum total of state – where do I rest?

Where am I at? Where is my level of rest – my level of equilibrium, balance in the Lord?

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