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Exclusive Inclusivity

 


Is there another way to God the Father? Many times today we hear about the many ways to God. In the name of inclusivity, we often accept all messages, under the desire to be loving, to provide a path for all people to be able to "go to heaven". So how is the gospel inclusive in a world where people want to feel more included? Well, the gospel is exclusive inclusivity.

Jesus states in John 14:6, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." He also states in John 10:9, "I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture." From these verses, we clearly see that Jesus is stating He is the only way to the Father. It is not our good behavior, our good works, or any other way. Jesus gives us a one-way sign. If we want to "be saved" and come to the Father, we must enter through the gate of Jesus. This is the portion that is exclusive.

However, in Jesus there is inclusivity. Jonh 3:16 states, "For God so loved that world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." The inclusivity is that anyone can choose to walk out life with Jesus through love and obedience to Him and His word. Red and Yellow, Black and White, we're all precious in His sight. As we walk through the door and obey Jesus's word we find ourselves included in an exclusive group. So let us not continue to deceive people into believing that there is more than one way to the Father, but that all are welcome. The "hard part" is that once we come through the door we are not expected to stay the same. 

I pray that we would all come through the Son to the Father, and never be the same again. 

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