Daily Archives: July 8, 2014

Two rooms

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In my house are many rooms where I may live and thrive.

But two stand out as special rooms, for Him they glorify.

One room is bare, kept clean for prayer.  The other is kept for man.

In one my anxious heart is healed.  The other for words to send.

A path between the two is worn; a richly trodden way.

This is the path I’ve taken thrice, this wondrous golden day.

The room of send abounds with shelves, and a pile upon the floor.

The shelves contain the rarer words.  The pile I use the more.

What words appeal?  What words reject?  What words will action bring?

My fingers scurry through the mess to cause your heart to sing.

” Praise God all creatures big and small.  Adore his Holy name.  His righteousness and mercy sent has saved my soul from shame!”

Anxious Eyes

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I look to the sky that I may see clouds rising over the sea. 

There is a drought upon the land; a vast unholy drought.

The souls of men are shriveled up with the dryness of sin, yet they do not perceive.

I look to the horizon, and my ears strain against the breeze.  Will I see the water of life give life to what is dead?

Will men fall on their shriveled knees to beg for the mercy of God?  They already stand proudly, defiantly, dead.

Where is the blazing glory of God among all men?  Where is his name first among the words of men?  Where is the boldness of life?

I look toward the rising sun. 

I watch to where it sets. 

I peer with failing eyes at where the moon will rise.

With anxious heart I wait.

“Come!”

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There is horror at my feet.  The mercy of God has come to save.  What provokes these words remains unspeakable.  For the provocation is the Holy Spirit of God.

If I could speak what he has done, who among us would understand?  The language of the flesh cannot receive the language of the Spirit.  what God speaks in the moment, takes days to explain.

If I would speak of the horror that lay at my feet, men would perceive.  But to what value?  I would only be speaking of the things men already know.

What I desire to share, the words of men are not sufficient to describe.  Even the desire to have you understand, is beyond our grasp to comprehend.

I speak of the glory of God to save the souls of men.  I speak of how his love and wisdom and strength come upon a man.  I speak of how vastly different is my perception from His.  I speak of He who is Holy.  Yet willing to love those who are not.  For the singular purpose that they too may become holy.

I know there are some in this world who understand.  I know they too have tasted the mercy of God.  I know they too recognize the limits of communication between men in regard to the Holy things of God.

I am at complete lack to describe the horrors of sin.  I am void of means to describe the glory of God.  My words are small, pathetic and horribly lacking.  Still I am compelled to try.

When we reach the throne of God it will be too late to warn.  So this is the place of attempt.  But what warning can be given that has not already been said?  For we speak to the ears of men who cannot understand.

At the throne of God understanding will come.  But what good will that do then?  Today is our only day for salvation.  With all the strength I have, I tell you, “Seek the face of God!”

Look around you at the things you say you own.  On that day you will abhor every single one of them.  In this I am trying with all I know to give strength to the warning of the judgment of God.

Look within you at the things you think are good.  On the day you appear before him you will see what is Good, and abhor the perception you now have.

Please reach deep and find mercy for this message.  I cannot even describe the sincerity behind these words.  I beg you to receive these words.  And I confess, pathetically, this is the best I can give.

The Spirit of God says, “Come!”  Before the door on your life is sealed, come! 

What man thinks is pure is nothing but trash.  There is a purity, blazingly other.  I have perceived it by His grace, and horror at my folly consumed me.  Yet I thank him that I have perceived this before I am bound to stand before him.

Woe to man!  For he is of a people of unclean lips and hearts.  The Spirit of God says, “Come”.