No Beggars Allowed


Revelation 1:6
And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.
Revelation 5:10

And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.


One of the keys of successful selling, is belief in your product. . . Not only belief in the item being sold, but, the person selling must have confidence that others will be benefited by the item.

A salesman who hangs his head, and timidly makes his sales pitch, expecting to be rejected stands little chance of making the sale.  It sounds crass, but in the most fundamental terms we are selling the message of Christ.  Our attitude is everything.  Rejection damages our self-confidence, but evangelism must not have anything to do with confidence in self, and everything to do with faith and confidence in Him.

Pity is only reason I will buy something from a beggar.  I don’t care about what he is selling.  I will buy something from him because I feel sorry for him.  The only important product a beggar has, is his neediness.  

We are not. . . We must not be looked upon as. . . We must not consider ourselves as beggars.  We are kings, and priests. . . We are sons of the King. . .We have found a pearl of great price, and we know where another might also acquire such a treasure.  This great treasure of salvation, is had for next to nothing.

Junk, trash, used. . . worn out, and broken items are traded for it.  We. . . God offers an overflowing chest of gold, in exchange for the clutter. . . the boxes of torn and faded clothes. . .the broken lamps in the garage of your soul.  God offers everlasting life, for that which does not work in this life.  There can be no downcast eyes, when selling this treasure.  We must exude the power, and confidence, and joy which these riches have brought to us.

And if the sale is not made. . . the pity is not upon us, but on the one who did not buy. . .

Galatians 6:9

And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

What we sell is life itself. . . life eternal. . . let us not be weary in well doing. . . Let us carry ourselves confidently, proudly, regally as the kings we are meant to be. . .

Thank you my God. . .
I love you my Lord. . .







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