Presumptuous pygmy, large with unbelief!


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“You cannot put one little star in motion;

You cannot shape one single forest leaf;

Nor fling a mountain up, nor sink an ocean;

Presumptuous pygmy, large with unbelief!

You cannot bring one dawn of regal splendor;

 

Nor bid the day to shadowy twilight fall;

Nor send the pale moon forth with radiance  tender;

And dare you doubt the One Who’s done it all?”

A. W. Pink

Hope Endures


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Hope (Photo credit: baejaar)

Watching the events of the day unfold, my weak mind is not able to put them all together anymore.  Far to many events.  Far too many directions toward destruction.  It is as if chaos has dawned and is growing in strength.  If I had a white board the size of a house I wouldn’t have room to name the items in play lately.

A storm of lies littered with promises of gold stream from the mouths of liars.  The young flock to anything that is coated with the sugar of “importance”.  The wise speak.  But their voices are drowned out by dazzling messages of “Body over the will of God”.  A putrid stench is wafting through in the evening breeze.  Another step toward destruction, the anti-christ walks toward the promised war with the Lord Jesus.

I would not blame anyone for losing heart in the face of this onslaught.  I find it interesting that my heart remains steadfast in hope.  I cannot speak of these events anymore.  Those who listen to my words are distraught when they encounter the reality of our situation in the world.  And the worry and fear begin to enclose their minds as the words come out.

I wait now for insight from the Lord to create words and actions that portray the hope that lives within me.  As surely as Daniel did not worry as they drug him to the lion’s pit, there is no worry within me at the ugly pictures beginning to appear in the sky and land.

Hope is found in Jesus alone.  It has been so for thousands of years.  And it will not fade as the “horrible” unfolds.  The Spirit of Christ gives life and hope.  The spirit of the world cannot render the same.  “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”  (1 John 4:18)

Matter


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1 of matter (Photo credit: Arenamontanus)

“Matter”, the scientist said.  What he meant was mass and volume.

“Matter”, the philosopher said.  What he meant was the substrate from which physical existence is derived.

“Matter”, the business man said.  What he meant was anything that promotes profit.

“Matter”, the parent said.  What he meant was “Let’s get real”.

“Matter”, said my heart.  What it meant was that God should prosper because of me.

Do Not Fear Fear


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My days have no divider.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow all meld into one.

Pining for what was pleasant is the consuming desire of each moment.

Hope remains, but it is obscured by daily tasks.

Sleep is deep and sweet.

But the day evaporates into obscurity.

Does this indicate that His promise has been breached?

Has my sin caught His Holy eye so that His lovely eyes no longer look upon me?

Did not those who “would never enter His rest” live out the rest of days before His promise came through death?

We are but to believe and be saved.

Yet it is He who provokes that saving belief.

What shall be said when a man finds troubles yet sleeps soundly as one forgiven?

Guilt is not present.

Though fear of repeat is like a cloud of rain on a cold day while I stand naked in the open field.

What was said?

Can you recall?

“But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after the killing of the
body, has power to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him.”  (Luke 12:5)

I do not fear the present turmoil deep within my soul.

It is the slighting of Jesus’ Royalty that captures my attention.

And isn’t this as it should be?