Daily Archives: March 6, 2011

Mud of His Making

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He set His feet in a mud of His making.
And offered us Himself for the taking.
By word and deed He left His mark.
And in His hand we find that spark.
Is love what He is, that we might live?
Then dare we not follow, that same love to give.
Set our feet in the mud from which we came.
That, by Your Grace, we might do the same.

By His Grace.

Everyone is Doing it.

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People strive after what is popular among man.  They are in the hopes that, by numbers, they will find what is true.  Look at the media and listen to what “everyone” is saying is true.  Consider something:  If the popularity of a thing is the measure of it’s validity, then what of this.  There is one thing which seems to be absolutely popular among men, death.  Popular, in that everyone is doing it.   Does popularity of a thing make it the true life?

by His Grace.

Untouchable.

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A cloud drifts across the sky.  Silent, untouchable, distant, and beyond our understanding.  Watch how it moves from your sight.  The cloud neither cares that you see it, nor that you ponder it.  It is simply obeying.

So it will be for the one who finds the will of God.  Moving as one driven by the unseen, he is intent on fulfilling.  His motivation will be silent, untouchable, distant, and beyond our understanding.  Watch how he moves from your sight.  He cares neither that you see him, nor that you ponder him.  He is simply obeying.

By His Grace.

The Beauty of Night.

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The beauty of night; shadows and no color.

And I thank You that I am alive to See it.

The beauty of faith; shadows and no color.

And I thank You that I am Alive to See it.

By His Grace.

A twig of Flame.

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I woke and rekindled the fire.  And as my bones warmed, I pondered the fate of the tree before me.  At one time it was a sprout.  What happened to that tree, and what went on around it, only God knows.  But the time came when it was cut down.  Perhaps a man cut it down.  Perhaps God’s will in the wind and age has cut it down.  But now it serves it’s final purpose: to enrich the life of other things.

Are we not like trees in that sense?  Yet, we are so unlike that tree.  For the tree never complained regarding what it was asked to endure.  Nor was it’s sickness or cutting down a source of complaint.  “Like a lamb He was led to the slaughter”. 

I say to myself, “Come on now!  Can’t you endure even one minute without a thought of complaint?”  Am I a servant of the Most High God?  Am I willing to be led to the slaughter for the sake of His Holy will and the sake of those who will benefit from His work in me?  I am frustrated by self.  Nothing built by man will survive the coming judgment.  May I learn to live under the rule and will of my God!

Father, please bless Your servant that he might serve You with a faithfulness born of Your will. 

By His Grace.

10 Minutes.

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Take any 10 minutes from your life.  I’d advise the latest 10.  Because they are the ones you will remember best.  Now take time to write what you did, everything you did.  Take time also to write about your surroundings; sounds, sights, feelings, and thoughts.  Now write the why of what you have done and experienced.  Consider your past which brought you to those 10 minutes.  Write about your past and the past of those who have influenced you as you came upon these 10 minutes.  And if you have any more time in your life, write about what will come about because of these 10 minutes.

As we consider the magnitude of such writings, our mind becomes a fog with information.  No man can write the volume of information that comes from our last 10 minutes.  Yet God can.  He does, and will know you.  And, to add to His Majesty, He does this for every person who has ever lived.  Not to mention those yet unborn.  And He does this accounting in the blink of an eye.  How marvelous is God! 

So, if we can’t account (even by virtue of the limit of our time on earth) for a measly 10 minutes of our lives, why do we bother to judge the 10 minutes of other’s lives?  Are we not told to refrain from judging?  And isn’t this the reason?  What do we know, even of ourselves?  We are a flash in eternity.  Yet look at the complexity of our “flash”.

By His Grace.