Then and now


Where sin and wickedness had been my obsession, now thoughts  of God fill my every moment.  Where the pleasure of flesh was my feeding trough, now the smell of fruit from the tree of life is sufficient for a day.  This is joy!  And all of it belongs to Jesus!

Seemingly bottomless


Did you ever try to clean up an oil spot in the carpet?  You clean it one day and return the next to find it back!  Unless you use some kind of serious degreaser it will keep coming back.  But even then you risk doing damage to the carpet.

If we lived in a darkened room with black carpet we never notice such a stain.  But let this happen on a white carpet near a window and who can avoid it?  The owner of that house will either be ashamed of the spot or do everything he can to clean it.  The wise owner will call in the professional.

So it is with the wicked, so it is with the redeemed.  For the wicked it is like they live in a darkened room with dark flooring and walls.  They do not recognize the depravity of their situation.  They cannot perceive their filth.

They laugh at the righteous who reel back in horror when sin is found within them.  ” what’s the big deal”, the wicked ask.  There is no light in their world to expose their own sin.  It is impossible for them to understand.

But let the Lord Jesus come to them and they too will begin to reel back at the horror of their sin.  They too will be amazed when they witness a cleaning only to see the blemish rise again.  They too will continue in a begging  of the Lord that they might receive a thorough cleaning.

But take warning you un-godly people.  You sinners take heed!   Peter the Apostle has spoken what is true, ” if it is hard for the righteous to be saved what will become of the ungodly and the sinner”.

By His Grace

You Let Me


There’s love in me for You because You let me perceive. 

There’s peace in me because You let me believe.

All day long I live in Your Might.

And into the night I do what is right

And all of this because You are here.

There’s a difference between confidence born of knowledge or belief, and confidence which sprouts up from The Lord’s direct intervention.  The confidence that comes from us requires a lot of energy to maintain.  And there is that certain “smell” of man on it.

But when Jesus comes within to support us, we will find ourselves merely needing to obey what He says.  No need to constantly judge situations.  No need to watch for sin.  He shows it to us before it has a chance to develop.  When He is within, our stumbling is due to a lack of “listening” to what we plainly hear Him say.  Yet, even in those times, corrective action is prescribed immediately.

It is impossible for man to do what the Lord rightly requires of us.  That’s the very reason why we NEED Jesus.  “Take My yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

It is, therefore, true what is said,  “Unless The Lord builds the house, the builder builds in vain”.Liberals and fools will define truth according to their own perception.  “It is relative”, they will say.  “One thing is right for this occasion.  But it is plainly wrong for another”.   To some degree they are right.  Isn’t that the very reason we so desperately need the God they so desperately throw away?

Glory is Yours, O Holy Jesus!  What praise will You rightfully recieve forever!  All righteousness belongs to You; and this to the Glory of the Father.  We who are blessed to believe, gladly receive Your loving presence.  Thank you for being who You have been from eternity to eternity.

I have stumbled through those words, Lord.  They will flow far more freely and fully when You come to take me to Your place.  I render these words today because, even in my dreams You guide me away from sin.  Thank You!

By His Grace.

Pushed


A waving stick man made with Pivot

A waving stick man made with Pivot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got used to it.  So did you.  A long time ago, perhaps before we were born, we got used to it.

There was plenty of things to keep me busy.  So it didn’t matter that I was being forced to move beyond my will.

Oh, there were times when I really, really, desired to remain in a certain place a while longer.  But the push came anyway.  I got used to even this annoying aspect of life.

Let a man push me like time does and I’ll grow angry at him.  But his push is momentary.  And time comes along to push me past that point also.  So I get used to it.

WHAT’S THAT ON THE HORIZON?

There’s a light approaching.  I’ve heard about this place.  “I don’t want to go”.  But the familiar push comes anyway.

Compelled, we are.  We will enter that contractual closure.  We were handed a certificate of life when sperm met egg.  That certificate expires on the separation of soul and body.

“I don’t want to go”.  But I’m so used to being pushed that I forget to even give consideration to that hand at my back.

My skin rips away.  Muscles leave me.  Bones no longer support.  Restraint is gone.  But another certificate of contract is applied to me now.

Something comes to mind.  Even in this place of pushing, something comes to mind.   What is the substance of that contract which will replace the one I am currently living under?

Will it be life?  Will it be death?  Now is the moment to choose.

Time is the invention of the One who pushed me toward that eternal contract.   He has allowed me to taste this temporal contract.  And has warned me sufficiently about the contract which lay on the horizon.

Here it comes.  HEY!!!!!!  YOU!!!!!   Stop fiddling around with that gadget and look up!  Listen to me!  But the man looks up with dazed eyes and groping hands.  He wants that gadget.  He’s got no interest in what I’m trying to tell him.

He too is being pushed.  His contract will terminate.  A new one will be applied.  What then?

What?


What did God ever do that anyone should hate Him?  What?  Did he give life?  Is that worth hatred?  Did He give items that induce joy?  Is that worthy of hatred?  What?

 

It is the flesh that hates the Lord.  Yet there’s more.  The hatred of the flesh is but a shadow of the hatred satan has for the Lord.  Yet, why hate the Lord who gave life to those who hate Him?  Even now, He gives them what they need.  Yet, “They have hated Me for no reason”.

Greed hates love.   God created satan.  Satan turned to see the glory of God’s righteous qualities.  “I will make those qualities mine and the others will love me.”  But time moved on.

Love for the righteous qualities of God became an obsession for grandeur.  Satan desired the position of God.  “Then they will love me”, he thought to himself.

Death was born when hatred entered in.  Where is that point?  Only those who begin to love the Lord can point to that place.  Because, where we die is the very place where we begin to live.

As long as you refuse to embrace the Lord Jesus, you continue in the hatred for the Father.  God the Father has loved The Son with a love which knows no breaking or separation.  This is not so for the way God the Father will treat His enemies.  The end of such hatred is uniquely singular, death.  I beg you, give this some serious thought.

Unspeakable Joy


Smile

Smile (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

I was sitting here, mindlessly playing a video game (bloons, if someone asks).  I’m considering the way things are.  Waiting for the dawn.

 

I gave some thought to the promises of God and all heaven let loose in my mind.  Here ya go:

 

God does not lie.  So anyone who believes on the Son of God for their salvation, will receive it.  That means all the promises of God for eternal joy are mine!

 

I get to love the Lord for eternity!  I get to see the face of Jesus and not be ashamed!   I get to live and not die the second death!  I get to see the great men and women of God, and enjoy them!   If I enjoy the things of this creation, trees, sky, wind, etc.  then how much more will the new earth please those who live there?

 

Then the reality of all this hit me.  “Quiet”!  Don’t speak of these things too loudly or often.  There are millions who won’t understand.  Even some of those I love now won’t understand.  They will, in fact, take my joyful celebration as an offence.

 

So I preach.  I speak of God and His beauty.  But I do so, for their sakes, in rather subdued tones.  The promises are mine!  But so is the desire to save others.  And what good will it do if any of their hatred for God’s promises (which non-belief is) falls between they and I?  So I realized that I have “Unspeakable Joy”!!!!!!!!!

 

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