The Appeal


I appeal to all men to seek the One who made you.  By the moments I live in His Grace I am becoming more aware of how important it is to learn of Him.  Please consider your days before they fade away from memory.  He has opened His invitation for all men to come to Him.  Jesus has become your entrance into the Holiness of God.  Receive His invitation.  Read of God’s testimony regarding man, The Bible.  Pray for wisdom to know His will.  This Place of Testing is of His design.  You are here and reading this because He has ordained that you live.  And He demands that all men seek His Holy Face while they walk as blind men in this place.

Please.  Please consider your life and His calling.  The judgment is sure and the verdict has already been rendered against all men who do not call on His name by the sacrifice of Jesus.  This is all I have in my hand to do; to make an appeal to you.  It is in your hand to turn to Him or not.  It is your choice.  He will direct anyone who truly desires to serve Him.  “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.  For they shall be filled”.  But woe to those who deny what is rightfully His; obedience.

By His Grace.

The Deer


I watched helpless yesterday, as three dogs killed a deer on the other side of  the rushing water.  No sticks to throw.  No voice loud enough to drive them off.  No stones on the muddy bank to throw.  No gun.  And, in the end, there was no hope for the deer as she thrashed bellowing like a bear.  In a short time she would be no more.  And by the time I had arrived her legs had become useless.  Nothing I could have done would change her situation.   I ponder her fate.  How horrible to end her graceful life at the teeth of such ravaging. 

Now I ponder my own future when I too will encounter my last moments.  As all men will do.  Will I have lived for the Glory of He who never dies again?  What pain He endured at the hands of hateful men.  And He did it for us all.  Will I embrace my certain time as He? 

This Deer might have been food on the table of a hunter.  If the circumstances of her death were different.  And yet, look.  How has her death become a testimony for all of us.  Without her terror, this post would never had become.  Now we are left with a ponderous task.  Shall we pitty her and forget her in a moment as we go about our day’s tasks?   Or will we allow that her death impact us toward God’s throne.  May the Lord allow that her testimony of life entering death become a reminder to us that we too are bound for the same place.  And yet we are man, we are not animal.  We make choices.  She could not but obey.  And what is there in your life which the Lord might use to wake you from slumber?  Surely there are more testimonies regarding death.  This whole world yells out the message of God: “I made you that you might seek My face.  Look around you and listen to what is before you.  You will soon come to Me and receive the reward of your life.  What do you say regarding My Son?”

Lord, give me strength to see Your way.  I wish to do Your Holy will for the sake of Your Holy name.  Glorify Yourself in this man.  My time is surely coming.  And I, like all men, have never been to that place.  We are like grass in our way.  And You have determined the end of our days here.  This is a place of testing.  May I move through this place with the power of Your Glorious hand.  May Your Will be done forever.

By His Grace.

Mud of His Making


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.


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.


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.


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.