“It’s Not Fair!”


What a horrible and wicked plight is man.  Caught up in the pride of his own things, he is destined to be destroyed.

You complain against this saying: “It is not fair I am valuable!  Why should I be destroyed?  The words you just spoke are not possibly true!  God is love he will not destroy me.  If I am to blame because I cannot do what is perfect it must be understood I am only a man.”

What you say is true, you are only a man.  But you use this as an excuse.  When it should be the very engine that causes you to fall to your knees in humility.

But look at how pathetic your plight is.  Look how far away from truth your response stands.  Your response is full of pride, not humility.

It is easy to be proud, isn’t it?  It is easy to blame anything but yourself.  When you say, “I am only a man”, aren’t you blaming someone else for your fault?  And who might that someone else be, but the very One who gave you life.

Do you know about the Gospel of Christ Jesus?  Do you know that he has prepared a place where you do not need to be a pathetic creature?

I won’t take up this space with explanation of the Gospel.  You can find the entirety of it in the New Testament of the Bible.  And if you are not willing to read that, what good is it for you to read my explanations of it?

By His Grace

The Great Parade


They come from everywhere, every possible way of life.

They gather together every morning, in the field of preparation.

As the Sun rises to its brilliance, the parade begins its journey.

Young men, young women, old men, old women, babes in arms, and toddlers screaming; all the mix of humanity walks toward the sunset.
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Look, here comes the working man.  His muscles formed like rocks.

Right behind him hobbles one, who’s barely able to walk.

A warrior’s he on bended knee, he’s crippled from the fight.

And passing him, a stately man; selfish pride his only might.

The vast parade of people, march before His Holy Throne.

Countless hundreds of billions, have come and gone alone.

I marvel so to think I might, catch the eye of He who’s Endless Life!

For where within this vast parade might my tiny body be?

Yet to my great joyous surprise, He comes and kisses me.

“What is man that you are mindful of him?”

By His Grace