Let’s get something straight. (No pun intended) “Gay” is not a noun, it’s an adjective. To put it more simply, it’s not what people are, it’s what they do.
Monthly Archives: July 2015
Think it Through
Distraction: a riddle, what does it mean?
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Marvel at the beauty of shadows.
But stay you too far from the light.
And the shadows will overcome you.
They will strip you of all your might.
The soul is like a chameleon;
Dressed in black or brilliant colors.
Of the black ones there are billions.
While the number of brilliant is smaller
The Challenge of Complexities
You know the language of Man in all its various translations; superstition, fiction, history, sports, entertainment, finance, politics, social etiquette, music, slang, death, pleasure, elegance, and a million more subdivisions. Why do you not know the language of God?
We will pass away. This earth will pass away. Superstition, fiction, history, sports, entertainment, finance, politics, social etiquette, music, slang, death, pleasure, elegance, and a million more subdivisions will all pass away. How is it that you do not know the language of eternity?
The Real Thing
Exposed?
I wake this morning from a dream. I dreamt that all my sins were exposed before all men. There is no fear from the dream. Expectation, yes. Fear, no. For even if all the world were informed about the things I have done, in their total, it would not change the message the Lord has given us all.
All this exposing would do is expose the wickedness of man to accuse. There is one who bears that name eternally. They would, then, be showing who their father is.
It is Christ who saves. It is not the righteousness of any man that can save him. Yet it is the humble confession before the Living God, regarding a man’s sins, that brings the Mercy of God to the rescue in Christ Jesus.
This message will not leave my lips because others proclaim what can be easily dredged up from the filth of my days. I will give willing and continual glory to the One who has saved my soul.
Though they point to my sins, they cannot point to the beautiful hours the Lord has spent with me in prayer. Though they can accuse, they cannot defend me. It is Christ who defends me. And the Holy One of God is beyond their reach to accuse.
It is in His Righteous blood that my soul finds joy. Without question, their unholy accusations can only touch me. Even so, no accusation from any man can touch my soul, which is cradled in the Living God’s Promise.
Let all who worship the Living God in Christ Jesus say the same. Without this proclamation, there is no boldness. And I refuse to cower because a few unholy servants of the Liar rise up and speak what can be easily be found. There is sin in every Man, yet they will cast stones when the passion for self righteousness overcomes them.
Parable of the Mansion
Man is like those who have unrighteously broken down the doors of The Mansion on The Hill. With great rebellion they entered and tore down the beautiful things. The things that were sacred, to he who owns the mansion, were replaced by plastic trinkets. Worthless painted, fradulently filthy objects, replaced the purified gold.
They have reveled in that spacious Palace, without regard to its heritage. With drunken revelry they have made his beautiful place a stench.
In some of the rooms they have set up idols to their own hands. They set up guards to restrict entrance to what they call sacred. The rebellious restrain the rebellious. This is what they call truth.
But the owner has known. He has sent spies among them to report the evil that lives in his house. He has sent servants to warn the rebellious. “The one who owns this place will return to it. He will see what you have done. He will see your face; the face of those who have called his house theirs. Not a single one will escape punishment!”
He owns the house. He owns the hill. He owns the seas, the air, the food, and even the souls of those who have taken what is his. He owns the vastness of the universe. He owns the language that man has turned evil. He owns the brains which have conceived worthless imaginary religions. And he will tear this place down!
Man will be caught. He will be stopped in stride. Even while he goes about his filthy business, God will pluck him up.
Who is wise to cease his madness? Who is wise to listen? Who is wise to beg mercy even while his hands are filthy with destruction?
See how the Mansion resists the will of man to destroy. See how, though it is a shell of what it was, it remains a place of testimony. See the strength of God and consider!
