Thoughts on a being a prostitute.

Now when I say being a prostitute I mean toward God. In my sunday school class tonight we went over the book of Hosea. For you who have never read Hosea here is a brief overview.

Hosea was a prophet. As a prophet he was tasked by God to turn the hearts of the people back to the Lord. His task was to marry a prostitute. When she left him again to go back to her old ways and got into a lot of trouble, he went and got her. paid her debts and took her home. This was all to show the children of israel how much God really loves them, and how far he would go to rescue them.

All this had me thinking about the love of God. Have I been saved for so long that I have started to treat the blood of Christ as a common thing? Has what He has saved me from, become nothing big? I don't want to sit back, resting on my laurels and smuggly declare "I go to church faithfully, I give, I do this I do that I I I." I deserve hell but Christ has paid my price. God made the way for me to get to Him. What I do for God is a privilege. Im not doing God a favor by doing Him a solid.