Most folks like a little gossip here and there.  Maybe that’s because it makes us feel good to know we are not the only stupid person in this world.  Regardless, gossip tastes pretty good.  But I hear antifreeze taste pretty good too.

People also love prophecy.  Especially if it says something about how the wicked are sure going to get theirs.  It’s kind of like the man who runs like crazy to get away from bees.  The day gets pretty good if you can outrun them.  And if while you’re running, someone tells you there is a cloud of DDT around the corner, that’s gonna put a smile on your face.  “Let em eat this!”

But not many love prophecy when it has to do with the love of God and his call to holiness.  They consider such words mundane.  To them such prophecy is like having to be a busboy at a sand cafe in the carabean.  Drolly saying, “yeah the scenery’s great ain’t it.”   He has completely lost appreciation for where he is.

Come on guys!  Is this as good as it gets

By His Grace