I've been thinking about the "Indwelling" comment, as Olde English as it were.
I was taught that we must ask Jesus to come inside our heart, and if we don't, he is outside, getting pizza or something.
However, as I have gotten older, I realize how silly that is. If one is to believe that God is in the past, future, and present at once, that he is in all places at once, that he is a part of all things, then he is surely a part of us.
As with Adam, when God breathed into him, I believe a part of God literally is in each human being. I sat for a while, imagining God as my very breath. I can hold it, but it is like holding back God, and I will either die, because the oxygen (God) must reach all of my body in my blood. However, I usually just let it out. It goes in an out my entire life, while I am awake, while I am sleeping, always a part of me, my breath being nothing without my body, and my body being nothing without my breath.
And I just sat there in meditation, imagining God being that integrated into us.
So often, we have a human idea of God, and his limitations. We go into church, and think God lives there, alone 6 days a week, and communing with him only on Sunday morning. It's as if we build a church, and then imagine our ability to contain God, who is uncontainable, being a part of everything.
So, I question whether Jesus is sitting outside your heart, knocking on the door, and this is one place where God is not. Rather, I think in "Accepting Jesus" or God or whatever, one is simply acknowledging that God is already there, that God is a part of their being, that the voice inside them steering them, weighing upon them when they do wrong, is, indeed, God. We simply go from ignoring him, to listening, and acknowledging. We go from a child who asks their parent for things like toys, to being adults who ask their parents what they can do for them, now that they are grown, showing their gratitude.
When one does not show the fruit of the Spirit, I don't know if that means that the person does not have the Spirit dwelling inside. It means that it is a tree that is not watered, not cared for, neglected, and so, weeds grow of condemnation, haughtiness, and other poisons of the soul.
I am unwilling to limit God to Christianity, as if Christians had a monopoly on God, controlled God. I am unwilling to believe that Jews have a monopoly on God. God may come through wherever he chooses, much like a dandelion may grow in the crack of a sidewalk. In this way, I am able to see the God in others, to bow to the God in others, and so, remembering to love my neighbor as myself, remembering the person loved by God equally, and searching for that connection we each have, which is God's love. I am unwilling to believe that I have some magic power over Salvation, must say the magic words, do something, that makes it "activate". I do nothing, and he does everything. And I refuse to tell others that God only loves his own, because I will not limit God's love that is far surpassing than anyone could ever understand.
And at times, I even question the use of the word "God", thinking of Moses, saying, "Whom shall I say that you are?" and God answering, "I am that I am". God is so complex, that one can't even really name him, explain if God is a being, a spirit, an entity, and yet, know him.
And that allows me to understand God far more, taking him out of a Sunday Shoebox like believing I hold sunlight in a box, setting it free, and understanding the magnitude of whom or what we are dealing with, that cannot be contained simply because it permeates all things, including the container that we are foolishly holding.