So many things to touch and see.
So many things lay out of reach.
The fingers of men will grasp and twist.
But they can never touch what’s His.
Why do you fear, O little flock?
Do you fear the hands of men?
Where are your treasures laid up in stock?
On earth or bound in heaven?
By His Grace
I’ve been wondering this afternoon if anyone in Rome could have foreseen the horrors that would mark the end of that rule.
Pax Romana, was basically a peace, among the civilized Roman Empire, that was established by a bloody force and brutal punishments. Yet they were human beings just like us. The difference between America and the Roman Empire can be found in the Judeo-Christian moral ethics.
Some would say no, the early founders of philosophy established the moral rule we use today. Can you explain then why Rome did not establish its empire on those thinkers, who came before Rome?
Regardless, the debate as to the origin of moral rule is not the point. The point is that these brutal rulers were human beings just like us. Again the only difference between us is the Christian set of values that established this country.
Do I need to make mention that the Christian values which established this country are quickly dissipating? In its place is what is becoming Pax America.
No, I’m not going to try to establish how America will fall. But I will take time to point to the brutal enemy that waits across the sea. And I will point out that there is a friendship between the leadership of America and this brutal people.
I wonder if in Rome anyone could foresee the horrible atrocities that would mark the end of the Roman Empire?
By His Grace
I learn something useful from the era of the Vietnam War. Agent Orange was used to strip all the leaves in the rainforest. It exposed the enemy within.
Nowadays they use a different agent. Its color is green. Its called politically correct.
Agent Orange killed off the usefulness of the rainforest. Political correctness has denuded humanity of its useful ingredients.
The enemy within has been exposed. And it’s only a matter of time before the trees are cut down.
By His Grace
Ceaseless praise comes from my heart,
The place that was so vile.
The dog returns to what was his,
So was my wandering style.
But God has made a lovely place.
A place He calls His own.
And He will lead me to a place,
That I have never known.
In heaven, we are told, there are the least and there are the greatest among us. There are certainly thrones for the greatest to inhabit. And of the lesser places the Lord has said nothing, at least to my knowledge.
But every time the Lord addresses the positions in heaven, we hear him speak of the great things a man of God must be. And why would he not do this in an attempt to provoke us to the best possible servant.
But what if a man takes a look at himself and sees a distinct lack before the Lord? What if that man, with sorrow, realizes he cannot make the greatest distance? He takes stock of what he has, and confesses to the Lord that he is of the lesser.
Isn’t it like man to give up if he cannot have all he wants? But I have come to understand of valuable lesson in these things.
As the Kingdom of Heaven moves forward in this place of testing, isn’t there enough work for even the least to be involved? It’s good to shoot for the good stuff. But not many have the wherewithal to make that distance. What then, is a “poor boy” to do?
We will all take our place in the Kingdom of Heaven according to the wisdom of God in Christ. And what man can say what that is? As C. S. Lewis had once said, “There will be surprises”.
So rather than to dwell on the things we cannot accomplish, perhaps we would better spend our time seeking out the fullness for our current place. There is work to be done. There are gifts of God to receive. And wallowing in self-awareness is not a wise use of our potential.
You might not raise the dead. You might not preach a sermon, whether good or bad. Right now you might be praying like a man with his mouth stuffed full of nuts. Ok fine. “Where ya find yaseff is where ya is.”
Up and at it boys! Daylight’s a-burnin. Somebody’s gotta run the ranch. Somebody’s gotta go punch the Cows (Not literally of course) . Somebody has to mend the fences. There’s cookin, and cleanin, and tendin to do. So come on. Get out of here! Let’s get busy!
By His Grace
I desire to restrain the mouth of Hell. He has raised up, within me, and my will, yearns to agree with Him.
I am not the One who gave His Holy Life for such a restraint.
It is said that Jesus came to save the sum of those who would believe. But He also came to restrict the appetite of Hell for the taste of worthless souls.
Why would you willingly allow yourself to become a tidbit on the banquet table of destruction? When the “Way” out is so plainly offered?
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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