An unwilling heart produces a mold ridden brain.  Mold thrives in cold dark places.

One summer’s day when I had very little else to do I went into town.  I walked down Main Street taking in the sights and the lights.  All the stores were in full array, the harvest was looming near.

Just passed the goldsmith’s shop was a narrow wooden door.  I had not noticed it before.  Above the door, in rather small letters, the sign simply read “time”. 

I opened the door out of curiosity and stepped inside.  A long room lay before me.  At the back of the room was a single desk.  There were no carpets, no chairs, no tables or no magazines.  There was nothing provided for customers.

Behind the desk sat immense young man.  I would guess him to be about his middle 30’s.  He looked extremely strong, not at all the decrepit old bearded man I expected to find.

He gazed up over the top of his glasses and looked  directly into my eyes.  A split second was all it took for him to identify me.  “What are you doing here, Robert Styes?”  He asked.

His recognition of me was startling, so it took me a moment to respond.  “I only came in out of curiosity sir.  But I would like to ask you a few questions about where you came from what you do and where you will go.”

Time simply blinked once.  “I don’t answer questions and I have nothing for you.  I’ll kill you when I’m ready.  Now go away.”   With that he bowed his head again to continue the work I had interrupted.

I backed out the door through which I had come and gently, quietly, slowly, closed the latch.  I have not been the same since that day.  For I find myself constantly looking four time’s approach.

The prostitute smiles at the young man.  Do not miss read her intent.  Young man she is not smiling at you because she likes what she sees.  She is not smiling because of anticipation of fun.  And the prospect of wealth is not enticing her to smile.

Young man pay attention to these words!  She is smiling because she knows she can kill you just by being alive.

Truth has no respect for the flesh.  So when it was given a body it did not take good care of it.  He starved of food.  He did not provided it a place to live.  He did not allow it to fear.  When he allowed it to cry or be angry it was for the sake of God.  And finally he did not allow it to live but gave it over to death willingly.

Truth has no respect for the body.

The truth is of its own. It has no respect for anyone that it should move. It does not care if the one who bears it feels uncomfortable. Nor does it even notice the tears of the proud as they pass it by. And the vacant stare of the fool raises no attention.

The truth will slice through pretence like a sharp knife through water. Truth does not even know that lies exist. It has never owned a clock.

Man die by the billions but the only ones who will be rescued from the grave are those who have loved truth. It doesn’t matter whether you believe what I just said. The grave proves every life.

Those who find themselves loving money and the things of this world more than God are speaking a language that is utterly foreign to eternity.  Never, before this place of testing, was such a language spoken.  And when the lord has destroyed this place that language will utterly cease.

The language of heaven speaks of the power of the Father.  It gives glory to the Lord Jesus.  And it speaks of every desire to love.  It is completely void of selfish behavior and pride of ownership.  And, unlike money, the language of God is endless in its resource.

The Lord Jesus told us that we cannot love God and money.  We will, by the chasm of differences, love one and hate the other.  It is obviously permissible to use money among men.  But the love of it is forbidden by the very nature of eternity’s environment.

There are those who think they can love both.  But they are like the immigrant who’s language is so full of dialect and accent that he cannot be understood.  No one in the kingdom of heaven will speak with unclear tongue.  I marvel that this is acceptable here.