A friend of God is the enemy of the world.

The world is not your friend. As a matter of fact, the Bible warns...whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God.

The world will eat you up and spit you out. None of its wordly idol's care about you. None of the music or media idols will be there to shed a tear for you at your funeral.

Not only will you exhaust yourself trying to live up to and fit in with the world, but you'll give up the opportunity of entering into a loving relationship with your Creator God, the Lord Jesus Christ.

The Bible says in James 2:23

And the scripture was fulfilled which saith, Abraham believed God, and it was imputed unto him for righteousness: and he was called the Friend of God.

Why not get in on the winning side, like Abraham did when he believed God.

The God of the Bible, loves you and died for your sin.

God desires to have a relationship with you and has promised to impute His righteousness to "whosoever believeth". Just like Abraham, you can become not only God's friend, but His child.

When that happens, you'll no longer desire to live like the world, dress like the world, act like the world or talk like the world. You'll love God, because He first loved you.

Remember, a friend of God is the enemy of the world. The world is no longer your home. You're just a pilgrim passing through!

The World is Not My Home

Verse 1:
This world is not my home; I'm just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up; Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me; From heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home; In this world anymore

Chorus:
Oh Lord, you know; I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home; Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me; From heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home; In this world anymore

Verse 2:
I have a loving mother; Just up in Gloryland
And I don't expect to stop; Until I shake her hand
She's waiting now for me; In heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home; In this world anymore

Verse 3:
Just over in Gloryland; We'll live eternally
The saints on every hand; Are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise; Drift back from heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home; In this world anymore