Monthly Archives: August 2014

This Day

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What is this day?  What name shall we give it?  Shall we call it Tuesday?  Shall we make a gold plaque and hang it on the wall ascribing numbers to the day; a month a day and a year?

Shall we call it our birthday?  Shall we use it to count down to celebration?  Is it a day to prosper in the things of our desire?  Shall we name the day according to the desire of someone else?  Shall we observe the day as a socially acceptable holiday?  (Understanding that the word “holiday” was originally set to mean holy day.)

This day has no number.  This day has no name that man can pronounce.  This day is void of specific celebration.  This day does not exist separate from all other times. 

Man has said these things are false.  Man has divided time into day and night by compulsion of the nature of things around him.  But before the Holy Lord God Almighty everyday comes without break between.

Name the day as you will, each according to his weakness of understanding.  But let us also strive to give glory to the Most High.  For the Holy One IS.

As we walk in the Spirit, the things that denote this place fade.  We begin to see more clearly, that the labels and understanding of man are insufficient to describe eternity.  Eternity must be lived.

Strive to see.  Strive to desire.  The flesh and this world captivate.  But the Lord has come to set us free. 

God alone can grant what is God’s.  No man has on his own.  May God grant understanding, in the beautiful strength of Jesus his Christ and our Lord.  Amen.

Curious and Curious

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I find it curious, this attraction sin.  People strive so hard to live at peace.  They do not necessarily try to live at peace with one another.  But everyone wants what they want.  And they don’t want to be bothered about keeping it.

What is curious to me is: Peace is only found in making peace with God.  Peace of any other sort is just a temporary bandage on a gaping wound.  So why do people choose to remain his enemy?

I assume they not only want peace, they want the freedom to do as they please. 

Hmmmmm.

Righteous Anger

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In the Spirit of God, I find myself incensed.  I dare not bring accusation, for no good can come of it and it is forbidden.  But the desire to share is upon me.  May God grant what is good.

In Jeremiah 33, God speaks of his promise.  To give meat to his promise he speaks, if you will, as a man to a man.

20 “If you can break my covenant with the day and my covenant with the night, so that day and night no longer come at their appointed time, 21 then my covenant with David my servant—and my covenant with the Levites who are priests ministering before me—can be broken and David will no longer have a descendant to reign on his throne.”

In my feeble mind, a righteous anger appears.  How is it right that God should say such a thing: “If you can break my covenant. . .”?

How is it that the Righteous Sovereign God has been betrayed?  Yet this is as it is.  Such words are given as if to an enemy.  How is it that the Holy One should have an enemy?

Glory belongs to God, all Wisdom and righteousness too.  Who am I that indignency should appear on my soul?  I do not desire to give counsel to the Most High.  Nor do I desire to cast accusation, as if I hand full of stones into the raging sea.

But death has come among the things of God.  We testify by our very life and death.  There was a place where this was not so.  And by his great promise that place will be revived.

By this revelation I am impressed with the Holiness of God; his excellent patience and mercy.  But consternation at his plight consumes me.

Is this a whisper from the things that are?  Let the reader ponder.

Spiritual Fashion

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The old man sits on his porch dressed, and covered with a white blanket draped around his body.  While it was yet dark he appeared.  No one saw him emerge. 

It is his habit to go to God early.  And the blanket has become this spiritual fashion of choice.

Cigar in hand, he ponders the things that man, rarely knows or senses.  So on the front porch, he sits as light begins to dawn.

Lost in a world invisible to men, he is not aware of approach.  Feet carry another; perceptions cross as two paths conjoin. 

One sees truth.  The other is lost in lie.  Nothing is spoken, yet God hears:

“Teach me ‘Great Sovereign One’ what is true, that I might serve You with faithfulness.  I beg You, let me become your desire.”

“What an odd excuse for a man.  May my future have mercy on me, that I may not become as he.”

As time moves quickly, they part present company.  Never again opportunity.  One has won.  The other has loss.

The Math Man

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The child is taught,

“1 + 1 is 2;

2 Plus 2 is 4.”

And as “one” proceeds,

One multiplies the more.

And as he grows

The teaching throws

Confusion upon him.

The lie is born,

and he becomes:

A man.

“Many is greater than less.

Strength is found in mass.

‘United we stand!’

And thus we are blessed!”

Yet God will single him out.

The millions drop,

Along the “Way”.

And few are found,

In this very day,

To stand with strength;

The weak betrayed.

God’s wisdom:

Will single you out!

Climb With Confident Faith

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Do not be deceived.  He who practices righteousness, that man is righteous.  And he who practices sin and wickedness, that man is a sinner and wicked.

Do not hang your heart to death in a deadly tangle of those three words: righteousness, sin and wickedness.  Rather be merciful to yourself, and see the point.

Practice!  Practice!  Practice! 

Grace abounds for those who do “practice”.  Just as a doctor is given a certificate of training, that he may go and practice his work.

How many have fallen away because they see the mountain is too high to climb?  They will never know to what rock, or outcropping they may have been able to ascend.  The glittering hope of those who gave up, litter the foothills of the mountain of God.

Consider perfection.  But you have no right to wear it.  If you let the expectation of perfection ruin you, then the fault is exclusively yours.  Perfection belongs to God.  The practice of it belongs to man in Christ.

It is highly likely that even the master musicians will occasionally make a misstep with their fingers.  When their shock dissipates, you will find them practicing that unexpected failure over and over and over again.

A dear brother in Christ once put it this way: “You have heard people say practice makes perfect.  I tell you that’s not true.  Rather, perfect practice makes perfect.”

He who mixes sin and righteousness in what he practices, cannot possibly accomplish the latter.  Yet he who is found practicing to the best of his utmost, is rewarded.

This is the reason for grace.  Climb with confidence!