The father loves the Son with an undying eternal love.  The joy and bond between them has no separation or limit . Nothing in all creation compares to the love of God for His Son.

Come Christmas time you will find the world loving the Son, as they will say.  But the love of the world for the Son is of no effect.

Let us prove it with the following scenario.  Let there be a hundred people standing around a manger scene and listening to carols.  Then, while they are singing and happily enjoying the moment, let someone drop 10,000 dollar bills from a high rise apartment directly over them.

What do you think the outcome will be?  If they do not love God more than the things of this world how can they say they love him at all?

What is it like when a man builds his own crop and calls it a crop of the Lord?  What comparison can there be that some may understand and turn away from this wicked behavior?

It is like a farmer who goes out in the spring to plant.  But in a month’s time he looks out on his field and sees only small plants.  So the farmer goes to his barn and gathers old leaves and paper.  He makes what appear to be mature plants.  During the night he goes out to his field to push these fake plants into the ground.

His labor is worthless.  His behavior is folly!   Yet isn’t this what millions have done?   They entertain the masses so they can fill their halls with bodies.   They conjure up a gospel that is no gospel at all.  They brag of their accomplishments that they may entice men into their fold.  They prey on the pride of man with the pride of their own wicked hearts.

And why is all this done?  Why do they choose vanity?   It is done for shame.  The pride of man sees his lack so he turns to folly instead of the Lord.  Thus he multiplies his folly as he has multiplied his crop.

Each man’s work will be tested.  If the Lord has not built it will be destroyed.  They produce folly here, they will have produced folly there. At the presenting of gifts what will they present?   Fake plants?  Their gains will amount to nothing.

Without a sound yet with the stench of ammonia they approach.   So proud of the way they move yet so hideous to observe.  They’re markings are multi color and in various array.  Yet the markings are distinguished by the body they inhabit.  “Hissing” softly to one another, they whisper their joy of plot.

En masse the approach the cradle and the baby sleeping soundly is unsuspecting.  The parents have gone to sleep entrusting their child to the living God.  All is well for parents, child and vipers.

The parents know.  The baby trusts without knowledge.  The living God indeed watches.  He sees the sleeping that should have been done in shifts; while one is asleep another is awake to watch.  But the crib is unguarded nonetheless.

Joy is in their hearts as they consider what damage they will do.  They have no desire or ability to eat.  A child is not a meal they seek.  Wicked is on their hearts.  Wicked is in their mind.  And wicked has become what they are.

In the silence of the night they approach with intent to bite.  To kill, to murder, to maim, to cause pain.  Who are you, snakemen that you should look like that?  The Lord made you like us but you choose to walk on your belly.  You despise righteousness.   You hate mercy.  Justice does not live in your houses.  The only love for God you own is that He may provide you more and more that you may gorge yourself on the flesh of the righteous.

Slip in blindly.  Go my friends go.  There is one who hovers over the child.   He has seen your approach and is ready.  He knows your name.  He knows where you live and He has been watching your approach for he does not sleep.  He has heard your words.  He has watched you plot in vain.

Continue your approach with intent to do harm and you will find the living God quite able to repay.  You think to yourself, “There is no difference.  They are like us. We can abuse them”.  But you think with no reasoning.  With no understanding your mind works plots of evil.

Those who love lies.  Those who create for themselves profit out of dishonor will not inherit eternal life.  Turn away from the cradle.  Resume the legs of Man.  Repent of your wicked ways and your endless thoughts of evil.

Believe!  Consider the end of the wicked.  Consider the blessing of the righteous.  Turn to the living God and thank him for mercy, for He is wholy unlike you.

The wicked will surely die.  But today is the singular day of hope.  As the writer has said, “as long as it is called today”.

May the living God give light to the hearts who read this.  May they consider His ways and the end of their own.  May they turn to him and live.  By Jesus, the Living God’s Son, I pray.  Amen

Man called into a radio station.  He said ” sir I can tell you I will never forget.  I will never ever ever forget.  I will remember till the day I die and beyond.  I will never forget what happened on that day”.

That Sir is an awful lot of remembering.  There are some that would call that behavior pathological.  And while I understand what you mean, you display a pathetic lack of meaning in your life.

Where is eternity in your thinking?  I realize you’re not being coherent as you say all these things.  But just in case this really is the real you.  Do you fully expect to be able to remember 9-11 through eternity?

If that’s true, then according to you the Lord is a liar.  For he said the old ways will not be remembered any longer.  On the other hand, I will hand it to you that you may well remember.  For those in hell will consistently remember their folly and failings.

Just a little token thought to think about.