Great students


If a man is not fully in love with righteousness it does no good to give him a “to do list”.  Sooner or later he will revert to impulsive behavior.

But this idea is at the root of the gospel.  If we will spend time with the Lord Jesus, he will change our earthly desires to Heavenly ones.  Instead of a heart of stone, over time, he builds within us a heart of flesh.

Serving the Ten Commandments as if law does nothing to the heart.  Learning to love as God loves produces a righteous heart.  But how should you learn if you do not spend time with him?  He is the great teacher.  Are you willing to be a great student?

By His Grace

The things of this world aren’t precious


The more rich, powerful, good looking, socially refined or affluent a person is, the more corrupted he is likely to be.  If this is not so, then why did Jesus warns us that it is harder for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of heaven then for a camel to go through the eye of a needle?  Those who have a plentiful bounty of the goods of this world are far less likely to have the good from God within them.

Close your ears and eyes when the world demands your presence in its class room.  Throughout the length of every session you will be taught that the sum of the worlds wealth is more precious then anything else.  But they can’t tell you why the sum of humanity is a corrupt and futile mass. 

The gospel of Christ Jesus is laid out in perfection.  You can trust the Lord when he tells you anything.  But if the world tells you something you ought  to be highly suspicious.

By His Grace

Last Facebook post


This will be my last post on Facebook.  And I would not have left one if there wasn’t good news.

I have kept that blog for over 3 years and averaged 2 or 3 visitors a day.  As of now there have been 62 visits today.  They visited from Puerto Rico, the Philippines, Brazil and the United States.

Today is also rather monumental for another reason.  This morning I posted post number 1400.

All these things the Lord has given me.  And all these things belong to him.  I am but the penmen.  The Lord Jesus is the author.

If anybody wants a window cleaned or a floor scrubbed you know where to find me.  Oh, I’m not too shabby at pushing a grocery cart around either.  But that is the extent of my skills without him.

Thank you for your loving support.

By His Grace

By His Grace

What is to be lost?


He stood there with the rarest of coins in his hand at last.  Years of research and bartering have finally produced fruit.  Destitute and homeless he now held in his hand 7 million dollars worth of gold.

For the next five years he wandered from city to city searching for some way to claw himself back to prosperity and the warmth of his own house.  He stayed in city missions.  He slept under countless bridges.  He ate what he could find.  And he gathered clothing from whatever source was free.  Still he held his wealth with a vague hope that he could not articulate.

Though his manner was usually joyful, suspicion was the rule among men.  The focused greed he had used to obtain his wealth was the very filter through which he saw all men.  Free to do as he chose he chose to be a prisoner of his wealth.

Day six of the year six, a generous man spotted him sleeping in a bus stop.  He approached the sleeping man with an open heart.  With a tender hand he reached out to the sleeping man’s shoulder.  But the touch did not wake the man to conversation.

Years of suspicion found their place.  A knife glinted in the light.  Fast and accurate steel plunged into the generous man’s heart.  The sleeping man was no longer asleep.  But now he would be called by a different name.

For thirty years more the man slept in a bed that was not his own.  No longer free and his riches taken, he was now a prisoner of his own folly.  Steel and chaos surrounded him.

No compassion carried him there.  No justice appeared to relieve him.  No friends or loved ones to console him. Thoughts of fatherless children and a widow haunted him everyday.  And dreams of prosperity became nightmares.

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What do we hold that will keep us from the glorious promise of God?  Is it truly worth you’re very life?

You have scratched hard against the rocks of this world to produce the things you love.  All the while your soul has been homeless, destitute and nameless.  In your present condition you will bear an entirely different name when you appear before Him.

Go!  Speak to Him and ask.  Justice and mercy are in His hand.  Why would you hold that which is not from God?  All the while everything you could possibly desire is offered to you freely.

“Unless the Lord builds a house the builder builds in vain.”

By His Grace

I Set Sail


I stood on the shore.  A boat with sail was there.  Anxiety was upon me and I looked for escape.

Into the boat I lept.  With all my strength and quickness I raised the sail.  With knowledge of direction I headed out.

But I did not go toward Tarshish.  I sailed for three miles out.  Let the sound of crashing waves dim the onslaught.  Let their sound not reach me.  Let no bug or bird see me.  I have had my fill.

I pulled the sail down.  Let the great current pull me.  My knees slammed to the bottom of the boat.  And my soul set sail for God.
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Back on shore I write these things.  Refreshed and strong for battle.  But now perceiving the war is not mine.  The Holy One of Israel is my shield.

In him we live and move and have our being.  What then is assailed at us?   It is he who protects.  It is he whom they hate.  Who am I to stop my ears?

From atop the sea

His wisdom found me.

And all my anxiety

Has proved not but folly.

By His Grace