No Legs to Stand


You thought you were expected to right all wrongs.

You considered the power of God a “noneffect”.

It was written about you,

“They will act religious, but they will reject the power that could make them godly.”

Then you will stand and present yourself for inspection.

You will give account of yourself and all the things you thought you did with righteousness.

But what will be said?

Perhaps you will say that you gathered all information and stood your ground against wrongs.

Perhaps you will point to others and say that they did not allow you to perform godly actions.

Perhaps you will render all your deeds and realize that God was not part of any of them.

When you are asked to give account of yourself, what pocket will you reach into to draw proof?

What chance will you have to say, “May I have a moment to reflect?”

Your tongue will betray your fear and words will come regardless your desire to stem their tide.

Before Him you are standing, on that day.

He who has provided the power to accomplish God’s will.

But you decided here to do all things according to your own imagination.

You read the Bible and determined that you could obey the Holy Law of God.

How’s that working out for you?

You see social injustice and take it upon yourself to correct the flood of lawless men.

You made a “good” life for yourself and your family.

And it is your hands which have constructed the house you now live in.

Have you never heard the Gospel?

Will you recount, on that day, that everything you have to present to the Holy Father has been done by Jesus His Son?

Perhaps you have not heard this:

 Unless the LORD builds the house,
   the builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
   the guards stand watch in vain.
In vain you rise early
   and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
   for he grants sleep to those he loves.

May God grant you understanding before you stand before Him.

Pilgrim’s Progress, the Animated Version


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Pilgrim’s Progress, the animated version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yz9QG2ifiWg&feature=colike

Our Day is Here


We have left all to follow after the promise of Jesus.  The world scorns us as fools, for we do not any longer live as they.  Let them laugh, scorn, whisper against us, and mock the Lord we serve.  We are compelled to seek His face.  He has spoken to us as to the burden of sins which are sure to drag us into oblivion.  And with this speaking He has announced to each one of us the promise of eternal life in His Holy Son.

Let them consider Jesus’ people as human waste. 

Their day is fast approaching. 

Let them live in filth of soul. 

Their day is fast approaching.

Let them be first.

Their day is fast approaching.

Let them win according to the world’s definition of the word “win”.

Their day is fast approaching.

The Christian’s day is here!

God cannot lie, and He has promised life to all who:

Call upon the Holy name of His Son,

And who submit themselves to His Holy Rule;

To rid themselves of every evil thing which brings Him shame.

Their day is coming.

Our day is here!

 

By His Grace.

The Stream


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What a curious place I’ve come to rest.

The hills and valleys behind me speak of a journey to here.

I sit beside a stream today and observe what lay below.

The waters have the appearance of moving.

Yet they only writhe with life.

Shimmering in the shafts of sunlight caused to be by the One who made all the earth.

I listen in the cool of the day. 

And I watch with wonder and concern.

Listen to the noise the stream makes.

A certain babbling and an occasional whisper of intelligence.

I hear the name of God called out.

But it’s not the name I’ve come to know.

Once in a while a hand lifts up, as if asking for help from somewhere.

But no help arrives, and no notice is given.

The banks of the stream are high and have worn themselves steep over time.

“This far you shall come and no more” is written on the banks.

This stream is not a stream of water. 

And the source of it’s birth is never found.

For the stream is the parade of humanity;

That brood of souls which wanders through eternity according to a clock.

I have tried to speak to them.

But my language is not understood.

How desperate I became, from time to time,

Yet they would not hear.

Looking left and right, I seek another to share this vision.

But there is none to be found.

For I have arrived in this place in the forest alone,

But for the Glory of God in Christ which led me here.

So I whisper in His ear the sights I perceive.

And how limp my bones have become.

For those who constitute the waters below are destined to dry up

When they reach the arid sands, yet unknown.

It is He who leads which will lead them out.

But they do not know His ways.

Their hands are busy praising their own works.

As the Leader has promised would be so.

Even so, “Come Lord Jesus!”

Come in all Your splendor!

The Holy Will of the Father must be accomplished!

Regardless the plight of those who hate the Light,

The Holy Will of the Father must be accomplished!

Amen, Amen, and Amen!

By His Grace.