Final 24


The world is a darkened place filled with darkened souls. The sounds of their movement are only a rustling of desire. Only by the manifestation of their desires are they perceived by one another. (The world sincerely hates sneaky people. They demand accountability by virtue of noise.)

I see the people of Christ as if they are glowing among the darkness. What they do in this blackened place is evident to anyone who is close enough to perceive them. At best, the desires of Christ are manifest by them. At worst they clothe themselves with a darkened garb. “If I fit in no one will pester me.”

Let the lighted ones watch what they do, mind their tongue with a jealous guard, beware of the things they let in through their eyes and ears, and deliver the Holy charge to be witnesses of God’s desire.

If God spoke to you in your prayer tonight saying, “At 8 o’clock in the morning, I will grant you 24 hours more. At that time I will require your soul to appear before me.”

What would you do with your last 24 hours here? Why not live every day you have as if that were the case? We would not deny him then, (even a tiny bit) why should we deny him any other time?

“Let your light so shine that men will see your good works and glorify your father who is in heaven.“

A Bowl of Milk


I am in New Jersey. The godlessness here is astounding.

Yesterday I saw a truck hauling a gold casket. Rebellion against God to the very last. But righteousness will wake him up to present himself as he is sealed. A Sobering thought.

America is like a bowl. The eastern cities, full of the will of man. LA and Seattle, the other side of the rim. Chicago and Detroit, Dallas, Atlanta, Miami, and so on. But in between is what is called the Bible belt.

Yes. America is like a bowl of milk. Some of its contents has splashed along the rim. But the nutrition is mostly settled in the middle.