Today we will encounter
What is vastly marked with “Good”.
What we will do, accordingly,
Is rarely what we should.
To become the man intended,
Let desire rage and burn.
The good to be accomplished
Is given to those who yearn.
Is it wrong; is there a limit
To the promise of God for me?
“Good” demands a doing,
Its retreat will never be.
Aspiration closes in;
Refines my very name.
Let then rage within me:
Desire to Holy flame!
“Raw raw sis boom ba!
I belong! I belong!”
The proper exaltation for one who formerly was cast out. It is not proper that this one should hate the inclusion. But does that joy last?
The beaming smile of a young man as he gets his first car. “I’m free! I can go where I please! Finally, I am a man!” Not really, but don’t tell him yet.
Which is stronger, inclusion or the responsibilities that will surely come?
The joy of a child is dear, and held in high esteem by all who are mature. If this is not so, then someone needs to explain to me why grandmas talk about babies incessantly.
The beaming smile of a middle aged woman; her face constantly glowing. Though trials, terrors and difficulties have strewn across her path, she endures with excellent consistency.
Such things are even marketable among men. “There’s a lot of money in that there attitude.” (properly voiced with cigar in mouth and scowl on face)
But wrongful pride in a young girl, who has been granted inclusion, is ugly. And the rebellion of a young man stacks up in the courts of the land. Our joy in them is dashed.
And the beaming face of a middle aged woman, which is only apparent by means of cosmetic surgery, is no beauty at all; the cheap imitation of truth. Kinda like some knock off version of Kool Aid; sour to the taste and despised by all. “Back to the real stuff we go!”
If Christian joy is not sincere, it cannot be joy at all. that special kind of hypocrisy that non-believers post prominently in neon signs.
We read the accounts of those who sang with boldness at the prospect torture and death. No fictitious apparel can produce that kind of joy. No provisional joy will endure in those circumstances. “Ya either got it or you don’t.”
How do the exceptional remain exceptional? How is it that they have kept their joy pure; unadulterated by pride and difficulty?
We find the answer in their perception. The answer lay squarely in their expectations. Those who endure to the end do not consider themselves as belonging because of any special trait they own. They keep first in mind that they are included in something vastly larger and more desirable than themselves.
The young girl becomes the appealing woman mentioned above. And the young man contributes greatly to the society that granted him his beloved freedom. And the division between beauty and ridiculously ugly glares brilliantly.
With this answer something astounding appears. Correction in our attitude is simply a matter of changing perspective. “Becoming” is only a matter of being willing to understand the value of our place. And never to allow that understanding to dissipate, or to become poluted with pride.
The engine of truth is relentless. It drives through humanity without respect to the desires of any. A man will either jump on board or get squished.
But if we embrace truth we retain the things that are beautiful. We “become”. We desire. We learn to “do” with excellent consistency.
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Please don’t allow stupidity to interpret this message. This is not a “how to” message. It is not the preface to an impossibly thick manual on “becoming”. It is more like a directional sign. “Caution detour ahead”.
The true answer for any man is within him. It is God Himself who directs. If we don’t point to him, then we join with liars.
“If the Lord does not build the house the builder builds in vain.” If you want to be excellent, you have to go get it from him. Therefore this message is far more a description than a “How to”.
If that disappoints you, then you’re the very reason I wrote this.
You think it´s a choice to love God or not;
As if buying shoes for your cute little tots.
That’s a choice.
Should the fly choose the horse, or the pile in the pasture?
The pile will not squat, that’s the end of the matter.
Thats a choice.
Perhaps one would bite on a sweet candy apple.
Or swallow a bullet, his pea brain to rattle.
That’s a choice.
But you love to breathe His provision of air.
How could you possibly come to not care?
Where’s the choice?
And you love your body; you can feel, and that’s cool!
So how can you hate him? You weren’t born a fool.
Where’s the choice?
O world! You are void of righteousness. You desire what you should not. And you take, with abandon, those things which do not belong to you.
Impatience and greed are your gods. You serve them with excellent zeal, for they agree with the endless gluttony of your desire.
You consider the Holy One as of no account. ‘I will do as I please, for I do not see his judgment against me.” So you say with what you do.
You are blind, and willingly so. You fill the righteous with sadness as they perceive your willfull plight. You live as if it brings you delight to see them cry for your sake.
You are like the daughter who has despises her righteous mother. You are like the daughter who willingly murders her father’s joy.
You are like the daughter of righteous parents, who gives her body to the will of men. She comes home and laughs in her parent’s face, while they mourn the marks of abuse that lay up on her. She comes home to despise the love of her parents; to make a mockery of their sorrow.
What will you say on that day you are called to give account? Will you find your best friend, ignorance, able to assist you against an onslaught of truth? You are not willing to hear truth now. How would you stand on that day?
See how the warning is stark and unwavering. See how the judgment reaches even where you lay.
God is not cruel; not as you call righteousness. He has provided a way of escape for every man who heeds these things. He has provided the sacrifice of his Holy Son, Christ Jesus. And willingly poured out His Holy Spirit on those with contrite heart.
Do not continue in your way to remain in death. For as you have come to live, so you will surely die.
Attain. Remain. Send honor to the Holy One.
He is true and of excellent wisdom, even to the fullness of the term.
He has sent His Grace abroad; filling all manner of trees of men.
He has set the bounds, perfectly set and firmly.
One will reach to the heavens. Another is but like a shrub.
The Trees in His Holy Garden of Grace abound. They are trimmed by the Holy Will of the Living God.
Let a man accept his place. Yet let him reach toward what is higher.
What tree seeks to grow toward its roots? Does it not grow to its fullness toward the Sun?
Let a man know his place. Yet let him give honor to what is full.
Aspire! Greatly aspire to what is best.
Humility is found in the knowledge of restriction.
The proud seek what they cannot have. But the humble see, with clear vision, what is theirs to own.
God alone is true, faultless, power beyond the perfected.
He is sovereign, and thrice Holy.
By His Holy Grace we live. By His Holy Wisdom we own. By His boundless strength we serve; each in his proper place.
Attain! Retain! Send Honor to the Holy One, the Living God and His Holy Word The Christ.
Salvation is a richly variegated garden of souls.
May His Holy Will be done forever!
Amen.
In this city of holy testing; this town of temptation, there is a tabernacle of God. This is a place where the children of God; brothers and sisters alike in soul, come to fellowship in what is holy and good.
This tabernacle is placed; built by the Holy Lord Himself, upon the very street where men pass by. These men, who pass by, go to do their doings; to yearn and follow after the things of sin.
Their passing is a temptation; they pass by without consideration of what lay beyond the Holy door.
Let their passing escape my eyes. Do not let the sound of their feet reach my ears. Restrain my eyes from the windows, let them be stained with the exquisite blood of my Lord.
Restrain me, O’ Lord of Life! Place my back to the door. Present Your Holiness to me. I will be overcome with awe. My knees will buckle and I will bow with a sudden falling.
You alone are life. Those who pass by are of the land of death. Dress me in Hope, and I will live in the land of the living.
Let the Gold of your Holy Temple instruct my desire. Let me crave the fullness you have promised.
I speak many words before you. But they are not many because I doubt you hear me. They are many as I encounter your Holy Law.
I am caused to reach up with vigor. Zeal consumes me. Holy zeal provides a hurricane of words.
I am not void, for I am here in your Holy Place. But hunger, thirst and ceaseless praise attends my heart.
By Your Holy Grace I seek your precious face. By Your Holy Grace I reach to you.
“My Grace is sufficient for you. For in your weakness my strength is made perfect.”
Then, by all means, let your Holy Wisdom know the limit. Yet I will crave Your Holy Way.
You are God. You are the Living God. You are established from ages past, even to forever. You will never cease, yet I must die to join you where you are.
May Your Holy Will be done forever. For You alone are Good and True.
By the Holy and complete Sacrifice of Your Holy Son, I speak these things from within the tabernacle You yourself have built. You have done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes.
Amen, Amen, and Amen!
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