Not All who say “Lord Lord” are saved

As Bro Ron said;

There is soon coming a great separation between those whose affections are

on the things of this life, and those whose affections are on the things

of Heaven.

There is soon coming a great separation between those who have chosen not

to be holy, and those who have allowed my Spirit to make them holy.

There is soon coming a great separation between those who have chosen to

remain close to the world and love the world, and those who have chosen to

separate themselves from the world.

There is soon coming a great separation between those who do not want Me

to Return at this time, and to those who long for my Returning, and love My

Appearing.

Mat 7:22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?

Mat 7:23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

　

See my story the parable of the prodigal pig:

The pig looked longingly at the masters house from the pigsty….. she saw the bright lights in the windows, heard the cheerfully voices singing, visions of sugar plums danced in her head (sorry, St Nick :) )…...

Anyway, one day she decided to try this religion thing. So she trotted down to the brook, scrubbed herself a real good, sweet pink. Then Sunday morning trotted brightly up to the masters house announcing to everyone that she wanted to join the master’s table.

So everyone in the masters house was joyful at her decision, tied a bright red bow around her neck and she sat around the masters table enjoying the fellowship.

Monday morning came and with it real life. She was expected to do her share of the chores around the farm and especially talk to others about the master. After a while, she started thinking about how much easier and more fun life had been in the pigsty. And so once a while she secretly went back to wallowing in the mud down by the creek after everyone else in the masters house had gone to bed.

Finally, someone noticed, and, tired of the deception, of the other pigs snickering at her, tired of trying to be a daughter of the master, she finally went back to the pig pen— and just wallowed in the mud all day long……..

The moral of the story is that she was never a daughter, but only a pig.

Lewis Brackett