They tell us the government has been spying on us. There’s a lot of people that are fairly well upset about that.
Personally I don’t see what the big deal is. God has been spying on man since the beginning of creation. Very few even think about that let alone talk about it. As an aside, his audio visual has no limit.
If you were to go so far as to mimic the ways of the past, in which Christians were killed for what they believe, you would be no closer to success. For you would only have murdered the Lord’s people. You would not yet have touched the living God nor rendered him any harm.
And let us suppose that you confront the best scholar of Christ. We will allow that, by the standards of logic and science, a man might obliterate the testimony of Christ. But your victory is only among men. You have yet to appear before the living God and give the arguments you think are true.
I tell you a truth. We are all a product of the father of life. This father has provided his beautiful son that we may own hope to live. And those who hope do not hope only, but we have the testimony within us from he who cannot lie.
What I have told you here is true. And the point of this article is that your denial of the truth means nothing.
By His Grace
The atheist will mock people of faith. I have even seen someone refer to the living God as the sky fairy. But you need not be concerned, my atheist friends. I will hold nothing against you.
You point at us and say we are pathetic. Let us take a look at the definition of pathetic.
The atheist is born and unwanted child. Even though mommy and daddy may well have desired him, he appears as one who is not destined for anything. According to the atheist there is no one beyond time to desire him. Therefore his mother and father have given birth to nothing.
The atheist lives his life for the sake of a good cause, or so he would have us believe. But how can abject futility produce a good cause? They are trying to convince us that logic says, “something can come from nothing”.
Such a man wars to protect futility. What an odd country of origin. The atheist will only have brotherhood as long as he is able or willing to speak. But when he ceases to contribute what value is he? Some may speak of what he has said. But the man himself does not live in history. Before he is dead they ignore his existence. What an odd Brotherhood.
He was not before he was born. He was not in his life though he lived among us. And according to him, though you look for him he will not be found.
What sort of mind holds to these things? With what do they busy themselves? What could possibly be useful in such a life? Such a man is forced to busy himself with the things of pride. And to try to destroy the peace of others. He was nothing more than a branch blowing in the wind which disturbs a peaceful Lake.
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Every man thinks he is something when he does not listen to the words of God. Thus a proud man is formed.
How is a humble man produced?
Let the proud man read the Good words God has written, and humility approaches with steady gait.
Let him cease reading what is good and humility will stop his approach.
Let him return to prideful ways and humility returns to God.
I had spent my life wandering through the mountains. Decades of Investigation showed me that every hill was like the one before. This was so, until I came upon a certain place.
It was at the top of a gentle rise in the land. The forest about it allowed the sunlight to gleem in. The grass which grew there was particularly soft, as if to invite a pleasant nap.
Though I was sure others have passed this way, the little clearing seemed to welcome me as its owner. So ceasing my roaming, I made the little place my home.
As I sat in the warm sunlight I let my senses take in what the little clearing offered. Only then did I hear it. The tiny sound of a bubbling stream came to me on the puff of a breeze.
Looking in the direction of the breeze I took note of a small lump in the grass. I hadn’t noticed it before. But it would’ve been hard to miss.
“Investigate.” I clearly heard the word spoken. But there was no one here. It must’ve been an odd sound the water made. Surely I only heard what I wanted to do.
Going over to the little lump of grass, I noticed a small stream of water flowing down into the forest. The grass have grown up over the top of the mound so that I could not see the origin of the water.
I place my fingers into the grass at the top of the mound. Jim lee I pulled the grass inside so that I could peek in. To my great amazement the sunlight glare back at me from the tops of three large rocks of gold!
The find so stuned me that I fell back into a sitting position. It was then that I noticed the brilliant white flash to my left. How had I not seen this before?
Right there beside me stood a bush with white leaves. They were brilliant white and shining in the sunlight. Each one was a tiny rectangle with rounded corners. I reached out to touch one and found its substance to be like that of leather. Now I was in complete awe!
As I sent their musing over the place, another tiny breeze came along. The air brushed the leaves of the bush and gently parted them. At that another surprise appeared!
Beneath the little bush were tiny black crystals. They lay nestled all about the bush’s base. When the sunlight get them they glowed like tiny lanterns.
I picked one up to examine it. It was cool and rather heavy for its size. It was made of six sides and came to a point at each end. It may have looked like a crystal but it was made of an oily substance like graphite. Now it was impossible to miss, graphite pencils and white leather leaves.
I sat, entranced at my new home. I don’t know how long I sat still. Eventually my eyes grew heavy and I slept.
To be continued…
Was there ever a man who was ashamed of the Sun? ,
Is there a record of someone making apology for the moon?
Who is ashamed that they know enough to get out of the rain?
And when the rainbow appears who curses it?
We adore the things in creation that are stable. Men give honor to men for stability in their performance of necessary things.
All the while they rant and rage at he who created such things. “They have hated me for no reason.”
How will men escape when they love pleasure but abhor the one who allows them to enjoy it?
By His Grace.
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