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COOKING LESSONS FROM THE GREATEST CHEF


Something quite interesting happened earlier today while I was cooking lunch with my mom. The Holy Spirit, who I now see as the greatest chef in the entire universe having revealed Himself in this dimension to me, taught me some spiritual mysteries from the food I was preparing. He actually spoke to me through my mom, unknown to her. She had asked me to soak some dry cow skin overnight the day prior and I did this. So, as I began to clean the cow-skin, I realized it was soft. The Holy Spirit told me that spiritually too, this is what happens to whoever abides in Christ. The degree of you absorbing the likeness of Jesus is a function of the amount of time you spend in His presence. If I wanted the cow-skin to be crisp and slightly tough, I could have soaked it for just a few hours; If I wanted it soft, for a whole day; and if I had soaked it for, let me say, about a week, the cow-skin would surely have dissolved completely into the water - all by a natural law called osmosis.
During the process of my washing the cow-skin, my mom told me to pay more attention to the inner layer of the cow-skin because the sediments of dirt would have clogged right there all through the process of preserving and transporting. The Holy Spirit then told me that many believers look relatively clean on the outside, whereas their inner man is clogged with all sorts of junk and rubbish ( like what Jesus said about the Pharisees being whited sepulchers full of dead men's bones). He  said all we have to do is to allow the water of His word wielded by His hands to do a thorough work of cleansing our inner man.
I then took the onion, peeled it, washed it and started to chop it with a knife. My tear glands began to quickly react and big drops of tears came racing down my cheeks. The Lord told me that it is only a life that has been broken and chopped under the sword of the Spirit that can bring out a savor that will be delightful to God's taste and at the same time be a conviction to the soul of sinful men.
I was very humbled to hear the Lord speak to me in this manner but it is to Him I will forever run that He may make my life a sweet sacrifice to Himself, the Master of the great banquet. He can prepare your life too if only you will allow Him. Will you?

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