Where is God? Why have the godless triumphed? Why is everything “body”, and nothing Soul? Why is death relegated to whispers in some inner room?
Eutopia is not something Man will ever grasp! So why is everything Eutopia bound?
We live. We die. We will ALL stand judgment before the Beautiful One we are all trying so hard so hard to ignore. How can that possibly go well for people who obviously despise the desires of He who has made all things for His own purposes?
Rethink! Rethink! Rethink!
It is impossible that anyone should write the book of another one’s life, either before it begins or as it is in full swing (not even their own). The only accurate substance of that book might be that the individual was born and died. Everything else in between is beyond our understanding. Vastly distant from our grasp. Thus beyond our ability to quantify and lay in order. Who can even say, with certain clarity, why he has done what he just did?
John Forbes Nash went crazy trying to predict Human Nature. We can’t even come close to predicting the next 5 seconds of our lives, let alone the injected will of God among men.
I didn’t want to become the man I am. When I was a child, I was just like everyone else, full of fantasies to be a good man and perfect. But my personal history is so fraught with folly; tossed about as it was, in the frothing wake caused by Humanity’s struggle. Ignorance appeared to be my best friend. The wisdom of God was to me nothing more then falling and glowing embers raining all about me. And righteousness seemed to hide just behind every coming corner. Still Jesus is King and able to save. He is the singular reason this fool has hope.
But who can predict where chaos will go? Who can deny that man is loaded to the Grave with chaos? And why would we waste time with tears of remorse, when we are fully destined as food for destruction without Him? It is useless to pine away and cry for the things that cannot be changed. Far better to seek the perfect place. Far better to seek with all the strength we own!
It is awesome how we are misunderstood. It is as if every man is an entirely different language all his own. If I could summon a string of pure and perfect words, deliver them with absolute integrity, and sit to wait for the response, no doubt I would be blown away by what came back to me. “Oh, now I see what you mean.” And they would deliver to me a perfectly wrong interpretation. The words of Man, by himself, are uselessly full of fault.
Salvation belongs to God and to the worthy lamb, Jesus the Christ. Man does not own truth, because our ways are so very full of chaos and destruction. If a man wants help, it is impossible that he should turn to anything man-made. It is only through the power of God in Christ that we affect any eternal good at all.
In the way of religions: if you want to know the truth about the object of unfailing faith, I advise you not to fall for the things that make human sense. God is utterly unlike us. His ways and his salvation will, by His very nature, be more than we can imagine. There is no chaos in God. There is no unfaithfulness in Jesus. Death has no place in the personnage of God and His Holy Son. The power of God’s Holy Spirit among us is the only source of Truth.
I say these words: Christianity is the only means to eternal life. But I know these simple words will be interpreted in such a variety that no one could possibly count the variations. I shrug my shoulders. What is that to me?
You don’t have to believe me. Simply do what God has said, “Humble yourself before me, seek my face, and I will be found by you. But keep your pride and your desire for autonomy and you will die. Sacrifice and offerings I have not desired. But I prepared a body to be sacrificed on your behalf I have delivered among you. He has appeared among you and done my perfect will. My salvation stands ready to receive you. Therefore come and let us reason together. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall become white as wool.”
God has loved us with a perfect love. He is not a man that he should change his mind. He has written his promised salvation in the very blood of his Holy and Righteous Son. God’s promise you can predict, because he makes no mistake and he cannot lie. Man you should suspect.
How this is received by anyone is not my responsibility. But to have spoken these things is a distinct privilege. It is forever right to offer hope to my brothers and sisters of flesh. It is also forever right that every man, woman and child should consider such things as these as indelible truth.
How I find my soul longing, from time to time, for the place where the following is not:
The torrent of vulgarities, Lies, hatred, violence, wickedness in all its various forms, Godless gods worshipped by empty Souls, the flood of Sorrow we own from the day we are born, the Hopeless fear of loneliness, the endless oppression of weakness, the constant and frantic gathering for those things we should not have, the ceaseless grappling for knowledge, etc.
In the place I am desiring, all that is good thrives and grows. In the place I am presently living, everything that is good is referred to as a shame. The diligent receive vulgar labels. The unrighteous are heralded as icons of maturity.
I long for a rain of righteous words. I search for a field of beings whose pure smiles are full of endless Joy. Here we pay dearly for a simple friendly embrace. But in this place I have heard of, friendship never ceases.
Here they love you as long as you are profitable. But love in the place of my heart has no measure or monetary value.
Days turn into weeks, weeks turn to months, months turn into years and years turn to decades; where the lack of Love begins to wear down the mind.
Let hatred die, as surely it must. Let the despising isolation fade Into Oblivion. Let the race for pride fall in mid gait.
Come Lord Jesus!
The freedom of a child turns first to love. Innocence demands inclusion for all. In a child’s heart, there is no separation between us but the surface of our skin. The child’s heart does not see colors of skin or deviant actions (The blackening of Souls). The child’s heart does not understand violence born of selfish greed. And the child’s heart is innocent before God.
But soon comes rules and regulation. “You shall do this, you should not do that.” The lack of self discipline demands law. Innocence, or ignorance, is not a license for deviant behavior. The love of a child quickly turns to obedience in lieu of punitive action. And isn’t it tragically necessary.
As it is with the little child, so it is for every man. Law stands as a wall around everyone. Law is for the deviant. Freedom is for those who love.
I spent the night in Sault Saint Marie, Michigan. I learned about the Chippewa who held this land before the Whites came. I was curious about the state of the Chippewa Nation in today’s economy. So I looked up their law. I was surprised to find a lengthy and comprehensive code of law. For whatever reason, I did not expect to find the law of the Greeks. I think I expected to find something more akin to the law of natural order.
But my heart is bruised to find such a free people compelled to recognize the laws of the Greeks.
Gone is innocence. Hello, the literary form of love.
“You will do this and you will not do that. You will accept mechanization and technological order. You will live in houses. You will drive cars. You are compelled to receive the education of the Greeks for your children. You are compelled to bury your people according to the ordinance of the Modern Age. You are no longer a Free People.”
Yes my heart is bruised for the sake of their loss. It is the same bruising that comes when I look at the transformation of love to a written code.
Codes of law are for the deviant. They are not for those who love without restraint. Beyond the loss of their Natural Freedom, they have become like the rest of the world; permanently labeled deviant. And this by a forceful compulsion beyond the dreams of their ancestors who lived long before the law of the Greeks appeared among them.
There is so much to write about this. So many understandings flood my mind. From the fact that law is given to man by the wisdom of God, through the indelible stamp of “Guilty” that lays upon all men, and into the regulation of God to restrain the greed that is the nature of man.
The bruise in my heart is to see the loss of freedom. Perhaps the bruise in my heart is a longing for the place of promise while I live in this place of disrepair. Perhaps the bruise in my heart is the same engine the prompts fairy tales for children. Those beautiful stories that remind the child, “Love is still real”.
Love does not need law. But if you want to see how deviant man has become, look up the code of law for the Greeks. Visit a library for lawyers. Every possible infraction against society, and even ourselves, has been written down with its appropriate boundaries and punishments.
What then shall we say about those who call themselves “The Free World”? The love of God in Christ is the only freedom that has no boundaries. The love of God in Christ is the only freedom against which there is no law. The love of God in Christ is the Light that shows me the bruise on my heart. It is, indeed, a longing for a land from which I did not come.
If you want to see what shook my soul to write these words, here is the link. http://www.narf.org/nill/codes/sault_ste_marie/
I have learned that if something goes wrong for me , in some measure it’s my fault. Even if there are valid reasons why I made a mistake, I’m still involved in the mistake. Damage was done and I had a hand in it.
People blame one another all day long for various things gone wrong. And let’s be truthful, men seek out a scapegoat regardless the blame.
But why shouldn’t the Christian receive blame willingly? The Christians are the only ones who are forgiven for their sins. So then let the blame fall on me, so that the entire matter can be done away with before the Living God.
Isn’t that the meaning of the sacrifice of Christ? The Lord Jesus was the only innocent one to bear all the sins of men. I am by no means innocent. How much more willingly should I receive the blame for things done wrong?
The question is, do I believe.
God made the Sun.
God made the rain.
God made the joy
AND
God made the pain.
God made the snow
And the ice
And the cold.
And isn’t the reflection
Found in your soul?
Give praise in the Sun!
Give praise in the rain!
Give praise in the joy,
And all throughout the pain!
One moment passed unveiling,
All will become clear.
Only let the Love of the Sovereign God.
Become your heart’s desire
DEAR!
Even, Jesus!
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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