Can we know God?


Oh to Know God, and to be known by HIM.

without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. Hebrews 11:6 NIV


fixing our eyes on Jesus, the (author) pioneer and perfecter of (our) faith....
Hebrews 12:2 NIV

Can we know God? 

Well the scriptures suggest we can, He is present all over, as he is omnipresent, but we don't know it or rather unaware. 
He desires to know us and reveal himself to us, and thereby manifest himself to us. That is we are then aware of his presence, we can be tuned into his presence, and persue him. 

As we have five sences to interact with the material world, so we have spiritual sences to taste and see God is good, to hear what the Spirit says, to feel the warmth of his breath on our face, or the wind of the Spirit taking us in a particular direction.

(ruach) Definition of spirit/ruach:“The basic meaning of ruach is both 'wind' or 'breath.

To hear his voice (word) the consistent ongoing spoken word that hold the universe in place. God is and has always been making himself known to us individually and corporately, if we would stop and hear, look, and taste with faith at Jesus the very image of God the Father, in whom the Godhead is made manifest. 

I have determined to know him and to be known by him, if that makes me seem weird or eccentric, so be it. I will pursue him with all within me, that I may know him as well as any person I have a deep personal relationship with, way better I suspect.


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