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The Master Builder

1 Corinthians 3:10-13 (KJV) According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise masterbuilder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon. But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon.
For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.
Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, stubble;
Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is.
As I was reading this scripture, I, rather funnily, remember a fairytale of the three little pigs, Browney, Whitey and Blackey who ventured out of home to start their independent lives.
Browney the laziest of them all, built his house of straw.
Then came the big bad wolf:
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair on my chinny chin chin."
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
With no stress at all, the big bad wolf blew Browney's house down and ate him.
Same goes for Blackey who built his own house with wood.
But for Whitey who took time to build his house with sturdy bricks, the wolf was unable to succeed. He blew so hard that his cheeks hurt and turned deep purple, yet he was unable to blow Whitey's house down. And on the story goes.
Jesus also told a parable similar to the story above.
Matthew 7:24-27 (KJV) Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:
And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:
And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.

Jesus is the master architect, the master builder and, yet at the same time, the chief cornerstone.
The Bible says that except the Lord builds a house they who build it labor in vain (See Psalm 127:1). 
We are God's temple. He can build us into a magnificent and beautiful edifice if we allow Him. But if we won't, if we think we can build ourselves, a trial will convince us that when the big bad wolf, the prowling lion comes, we might not be so lucky.
On the great day of judgement, our building will be tested with fire. That's why it's gonna be hazardous to use flammable material.
God will build us with gold and silver and all kinds of precious stones if we hand over our lives to Him and make Him our builder. 
Shalom.



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  1. Lord, I give you my life. Build me and mould me. Don't let the big bad wolf blow my house down. 😅

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