Daily Archives: October 25, 2013

The song

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Sheet music: "Beauiful Dreamer" by S...

Sheet music: “Beauiful Dreamer” by Stephen Foster (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One winter night in a tiny little country two men huddled near a fire at the kitchen table.  One was an accomplished musician skilled in various instruments.  The other was a poet, gifted with word craft.  He could speak beauty to anything.

Together they labored through the night and in the morning they celebrated what they had accomplished.  When the Sun had risen and warmed the little town,  the two men went out and performed their new song in the town centre.

The people came out to listen to the beauty of what has been created and were astonished.  Faces full of glee: they listened to the regal words.  These wonderous words described a people intent on the beautiful things.  And the music lifted them to heavenly appeal.

The people so loved the song that they ask the musicians to play it every morning.  They even drafted a law to pay these two men a salary.

Soon the little song had become  favored by all the people in the tiny country.  And the king announced that the song would now be the national anthem.

Every celebration the song was sung.  Every funeral, every wedding, every birth and every incident worthy of any note (no pun intended).

A day came when war was declared against the tiny country.  The neighboring King simply desired the land.  The tiny country’s  army fought valiantly.  And the national song was played on every Battlefront.

Alas they lost the war.  When the victorious King came in to take his new won land.  He gathered together all the magistrates.  His first order to them was that they bring these musicians before him.

When they arrived The Kings smiled at them.  ” I have heard your song on the battlefield and I myself have come to love it.’  The king ordered the musicians to play the song.

At the completion of the song the Kings face was awash with tears. To the amazement of all who were in attendance, the sobbing King ordered that all the citizens of the former country be killed.  “This song is far more worthy than the people who have loved it.  I now on this country, I now own this song!”

The moral of this story should be clear.  But looking around at humanity I can’t imagine how they would perceive it.  It is this:

Be careful what you create.  And be careful what you adore.   And if by chance you happen to create something beautiful and righteous, you would do well to live up to it.  Beautiful words and beautiful music do not make beautiful people.

By His Grace.

Eternity

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Church of the Living God

Church of the Living God (Photo credit: jimmywayne)

Christians rightly say they are looking forward to the Great Wedding Banquet.  But we are forced to see only that far.

The age before man was just as real as is now this age of salvation.  The wedding is the beginning of another age.  And I rest assured that the Living God is already planning ages after that.

This is what we throw away when we reject the Lord Jesus’ offer of salvation.  What sorrow will attend those who reject Him now.

The Fix

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) - The F...

William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) – The Flagellation of Our Lord Jesus Christ (1880) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Curb the animal within your tainted heart.  Oh, I see that can’t be done.  Sorry to have bothered you.”

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I wake to find myself amazed.

The plight of man surges up like a wild rogue wave.

against a determined crew.

Mindlessly, endlessly, remorselessly, we search

for what is secure in our own little berth.

Attacking, defending, accusing, for what?

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Hideous folly attends our earth bound thoughts. And in our frustration we reach for the most firm item in our rotting little minds.  Wielding it like a mob of mad men, we thrash at one another.

Some one of us has a lucid moment and yells “STOP!”  All the crazed people cease in mid-swing.  Spit, blood and dust flutter to the ground.  A wicked silence ensues.  And they all listen to words spoken, too late and untimely.

“This is religion we’re swingin around!

Just look at the blood that covers the ground!

Is this truly the best we can do;

to kill one another with He who is true?”

The ceasing remains for a couple more breaths.

Then back comes the hitting, the gouging and stabbing of chest.

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Hopelessly man is locked in minds of singular thought.  We make our way through a morass of unknown futures.  And we, too reliably, resort to violence of every form to do what we call survive.  Worse than that, we justify ourselves by calling down “TRUTH FROM HEAVEN”.

There are but two repairs to this seemingly endless dance of stupidity.  Each repair is useful only to the individual.  One is sure yet not recommended by any.  The other is sure yet few give it full application.

The least profitable repair is death.  If you wait patiently it will come to you on its own.  But likely as not some one will be willing to go fetch it for you.

Death brings silence and a sort of peace.  But it fails to deliver release from the central problem of “a valueless life”.  And once applied it cannot be undone.  (Sticky lil bugger, ain’t it.)

The best is to die to self.  We will find this in its full when we surrender to the Lord Jesus.  We will continue in this place of folly, but we will come to know how to stop bashing others.  Only in Him can this madness cease.  Yet His repair is not designed to cover the masses.  One by one we lay down our desires.  And the culmination of His work appears in an entirely different place.  There, a great throng of mentally vibrant folk will live out eternity void of the familiar bashing.

I wrote as the one who called attention to the childish nature of our filthy mob.  I do not think it will have the effect of stopping more than two, let alone the world.  Still, I have written what my mind saw.  We will see what comes.

By His Grace.