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Paper Swords I Timothy 4:1-8 The Deception of Demon-Doctrines The deadliest form of evil to beware of, is that which has the appearance of good. deception: appears to lead you toward holiness, but eventually leads you astray demon-possession :


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Paper Swords

I Timothy 4:1-8

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The Deception of Demon-Doctrines

The deadliest form of evil to beware of, is that which has the appearance of good. deception: appears to lead you toward holiness, but eventually leads you astray demon-possession : repulsive demon-teaching : attractive to the flesh

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The Original Demon-Doctrine

Serpent: offered evil in appearance of godliness Genesis 3 (v4) this was the lie Satan told… (v5) but he mixed it with truth (see also v22) lure: present a way to godliness that pleases Self If we believe the lie, we are rendered powerless…

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a form of godliness without power (II Timothy 3:5) advocating external self-denial (asceticism) gives the impression that it will make us holy… but we find ourselves powerless time after time trying to offer a replacement sacrifice (Rom. 12:1) God can only accept the perfect sacrifice: Jesus

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Self is the Problem

classic “pendulumitis”:

– self-indulgence VS self-imposed austerity

Colossians 2:20-23 “form of godliness” avoids way of death to Self (v23) true godliness: united with perfect sacrifice of Christ (v20) I Timothy 3:7-8 : discipline your Self-life Colossians 2:6 (TLB) – “Just as you trusted Christ to save you, trust Him, too, for each day’s problems; live in vital union with Him.”

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Nothing In My Hand I Bring

Not the labor of my hands can fulfill Thy law’s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; helpless look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; wash me, Savior, or I die. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.