A Beautiful Suicide


Reflection

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A delicate proposition is presented to all. 

An ending proposed.

All potential destroyed.

And in it’s place, a standing tall.

What was held within the hand;

A futile life indeed.

No hope of better days.

A place appears, for standing tall.

Come over here, you pride of man.

You’ve cursed me far too long.

It’s time to meet your blackest day.

Light dawns, for standing tall.

Within my hand is placed the tool,

Which ends your bloody cravings.

What you desire is not to be.

In this place for standing tall.

Who’s Your Hero?


A cool old guy in ginza, Tokyo

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I am often struck with a deep sense of sadness and awe at how men praise each other yet offer no praise to the One who made men.  Though I have had my heros among men, this foolishness no longer has any attraction for me.

I was looking within my heart, the other day, to see who I admire among men.  I was looking for that particular “hero”.  I was looking to find the one who inspired me to continue toward what is better or best.  And I was amused to find no one rise to the top.  There have been many who have set a good example for me to consider.  But none rise far enough to become my hero.  Most of those who have held that position in my life were men who denied God His rightful place.  And they held that place within me before I knew the Most High God through Jesus. 

Does a man live well without a hero?  The answer is: “My people die for lack of vision.”  No man can render anything more than destruction without finding The source of creation and life.  Though most live with a hero who is far less than “good”, who they aspire to become will dictate where the arrive.  If my hero is the one who puts together a thatch hut, a thatch hut is what I will build.  If  my hero is he who has built a castle, a castle is what I will build.  And if my hero is He who lives forever, living forever is that to which I will aspire.

Who’s your hero?

 

by His Grace.

Rise up! Open the Door!


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Darkness abounds.  Men grope about, touching unfamiliar objects.  Though the Sun rises and light appears to dawn in the land of the living dead, they do not perceive the Light which has shown from eternity to eternity.  To their loss, men continue to grope.  And in this frantic reaching for that which does not last, they live as if dead.  The rot of their greed is a stench which their noses do not smell.  With eyes glazed over with the things of this world, they see nothing.  They speak of things which have no meaning but destruction; to themselves and those who hear their words.  But they do not perceive their plight.

“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”  Like a man who fears the one who holds death in his hand, the living dead fear the sound of this knocking.  In their dead lives they perceive God’s calling as an omen of tragedy.  Yet, what do they have that is not tragedy?  How can encountering this Beautiful One be more terrible than the life they are now leading?  Still, how very few even ask, “Who is it who knocks on the door of my heart?”

Why do you fear what you do not understand?  What is this smell of fear in your house?  From who does that odor come?  It comes from you.  What do you have to lose that you have not already lost?  What do you have to gain that you have never tasted?  And with what will you redeem even one of your sins? 

Rise up and open the door!  You are already dead before the Throne of the Most High God.  For the sentence is already passed on those who live without the Lord Jesus.  And those who say they serve Him, yet walk in darkness will not fare much better.  There is a place where those who have proclaimed the name of the Lord, but never walked with Him, will be shown for who they were.  And they will be assigned a place with the unbelievers.  Rise up!  Open the Door!

By His Grace.

An Echo of a Moment


Sometimes a situation or question arrises which provokes special and pointed understandings.  It is impossible to replicate the words and thoughts at a later date.  And maybe it’s God’s way of removing pride from His people as we share His wisdom.  For this reason, I provide the following link to a conversation. 

http://zukunftsaugen.wordpress.com/2011/10/19/a-joke-or-a-revelation/

Beautiful agony


Agony (Garden)

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I am caught up, and that for the rest of my life, in such a beautiful anxiety; an agony of love.  Every person I meet is a possible brother or sister of mine.  Oh how I yearn to see Christ in them!  And this anxiety presents itself in a distinct peace.  For I know that this desire, when fanned into flame, will produce the love necessary to accomplish His Will.

Father, I rest in You.  Through the power of Your Holy Son I rest in You.  Even in this anxiety so tender and sweet, I rest in You.  May Your will be done forever!  Amen.

 

By His Grace.

Truth or Right


Truth or Consequences

Are we interested in truth?  Or are we interested in being right?  A person who is interested in truth has already dealt with the issue of pride.  The person who is proud is not interested in truth.  For when truth is presented by another, the proud person considers their words evil.  The humble person will take words of truth regardless the source.

 

By His Grace.