Daily Archives: July 20, 2012

Where? Not Here.

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A trashcan at a food court in Salt Lake City, Utah

A trashcan at a food court in Salt Lake City, Utah (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Who is the confident man?

Who is the one who spits at death without knowledge?

And where is he to be found when it comes to visit?

Where are those lively lips which cursed at the Judgement?

That prattling tongue lays still.

Gestureless hands decay from lack of soul.

The coffin is nothing more than a waste basket.

And his words have long since faded.

Be wise and hold your words, you man of violent intent.

For the One who will next entertain you will be no entertainment at all.

Come Taste That The Lord is Good

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Let Jesus Bring You Light!

Let Jesus Bring You Light! (Photo credit: VinothChandar)

Hope is a substance our hands have never felt.  All our senses yearn to embrace it, yet it resides too deep to touch.  The atheist will laugh.  But doesn’t he hope we will vanish?

Hope will not disappoint those who hope in Jesus.  His love is not like that of the world.  And even His people struggle to grasp this truth.  How much less do those who remain in hatred to Him fail to understand.  Still we who know Him desire all men to find this Hope.

Yes, we fight with words against the onslaught of despair which comes from those of “the other’s” clan.  But do not consider our words a condemnation please.  We know what it was like to be in the darkness you now inhabit.  If we are confused at your appearing it is because we can’t remember what woke us.  Was it yelling?  Was it infirmity?  Was it simply the message of a God who is willing to embrace the worst of all men?  So we try all means.

Come taste that the Lord’s Love is greater than all rebellion.  The door is open to all who will enter, regardless your state of affairs.  You don’t come to us, the Christians who speak loud enough for you to hear.  You come to the One who brought us into the Hope we possess.  Welcome awaits you.  And we patiently continue to hammer at your door of rebellious hatred for the One who is absolute love and life.

By His Grace.

Awareness of More

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Flower Bed Blooms

Flower Bed Blooms (Photo credit: IBBoard)

Like in a plot of ground, all men are a crop.  The Lord Himself has carved out of nothing that which is something.  Harvest is coming.  It will be a place of ending and beginning.  What is will never again be.  And what will be has never yet been.

We are like magnificent flowers and edible fruit to He who is able to transform a weed into a luscious delicacy.  He tends over all men as a farmer would watch for the budding crop.  Here weeding out.  There grafting in.  And does the crop perceive the farmer’s love?  What He has planted, tended, and fertilized will become so very much more than a crop.  Though the end result has not been revealed, we trust that He is able to accomplish what He has promised.

We are flowers of hope, springing up from wild dirt.  Cultivated, cut, and brushed with Holy pollen by a wisdom beyond eternity.  Which of us decided to be that seed we were?  And when we sprouted above the surface of the ground, which of us determined that we could ascend beyond this place?  We grow at His command.  And it is right to return thanks as a flower will follow the sun across the sky.

By His Grace.

Thanks to Our Father for Family

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Israel

Israel (Photo credit: zeevveez)

It has been foisted upon them to be hated from birth.  The very nature of their name draws enemies on every side.  Yet they remain.  Lies and accusations abound against them.  If they are poor or rich, matters not.  If they have, someone else demands an accounting.  If they have not, “Well, they deserve it”.  By appearance they are no different than any other man or woman.  Yet they were carved out of humanity by the sovereign God Himself.  Set like a jewel among beads of lead, the Israelites suffer against their will.

It was not their choice to be children of a man of faith.  They were born as God desired.  And are supported even to this day by His Glorious hand.  They are the hated throng.  But the hatred they endure is only that of blood filled sacks.  Envy is the engine of all war against them.  The name they bear is from the Lord.  And it was to His people that He appeared, to draw up a bridge for all men.

My thanks to my brothers, into whom I am adopted.  I was not from you.  But Jesus made it so.  You do not stand alone.  And I am sure they will soon come for the adopted children also.  May God continue to bless your leaders with wisdom and strength.

The Lord of Testing

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Red Rose

Red Rose (Photo credit: iProzac)

When The Rose of Life draws near to whisper

The path of His becomes much lighter.

We see with eyes which know no bounds.

And hear such lovely joyous sounds.

We speak with words that don’t belong

To the valley below, from whence we spawned.

To misstep now and lose that ground.

To feel the void of soundless sound.

We find that we, though heaven bound,

Are yet in flesh and wanting, how profound.