“The garage is not the house.”
Imagine a man who has inherited an estate.
The deed is in his name. Every room is his: the library, the kitchen, the great hall, the upper rooms, the gardens. There’s no debt on it. The will has cleared. It’s all his.
But no one has ever walked him through the house. No one has opened the doors. He believes he’s the heir, but in his daily life he has only ever stood in the garage. He sleeps in the garage. He eats in the garage. He prays in the garage.
When other heirs ask him how the estate is, he tells them the garage is wonderful. He defends the garage. He’s built a whole theology of the garage. He’s heard preachers preach the garage and call it the gospel.
And all the while, the whole house is waiting: every room furnished, every fire lit, every table set, and the King Himself in the upper room, waiting to welcome the heir whose name is on the deed.
The garage is real. It’s part of the inheritance. But the garage is not the house.
The Lost Kingdom of God Within is the walk-through of the rest of the house.