The Danger of Hatred


The danger of hatred:

What have we become? On one hand we do what we say are good deeds. On the other hand we let hatred control us.

Think about it. We give $10 to help someone else. The deed takes less than 30 seconds. We spend hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades letting ourselves feed on hatred. How can the good deeds outweigh what we really are?

The day will come when we will stand shoulder to shoulder with every man, woman and child ever to have lived. What will be standing next to them is the very creature we have allowed ourselves to become. Naked, in raging purity, of every vulgar thing we have become.

Words mean things folks. They unveil our wicked hearts. For out of the heart the mouth speaks.

People easily forget the grotesque display of our mouths not remembering that everyone’s cesspool stands wide open. Shiny little jewels of tiny good works adorn the upper edge. But the stench lay frothing in the heart.

Do you want to judge with your eyes? You want to make summations of lives whose background you know nothing about? You want to pigeonhole people without the wisdom of God? You want to be the judge when the judge will oversee the great gathering?

Every one can do anything they please while they are here under the sun. But you will take the sum of who you are when you are taken from this place.

Just a Quirk?


They called a change in wind direction “a quirk of nature”. How many times have the enemies of Israel said the same thing? Those who despise Israel’s birthright never seem to learn.

Your “quirk of nature” is the Living God.

The direction of the wind not only thwarted the kites, but also blew copious amounts of Israeli tear gas and smoke from the burning tires toward the protesters, chasing many away.

WISSAM NASSAR FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES

https://www.google.com/amp/s/mobile.nytimes.com/2018/05/04/world/middleeast/gaza-israel-flaming-kites-protest.amp.html

The Missing Clue


There are so many who go through life without the slightest idea of why they’re here. Their best clue is to adopt some sort of higher ritual. At the height of their glory they are no more godly than a mockingbird is human.

The only reason for being here, living this life until death, is to serve the living God by allowing his holy son to become your sacrifice and master.

Armchair Humans


The world is in trouble. Everything that can be wrong is wrong. Why bother to itemize the list.

Everyone is a critic. Everyone seems to know what everyone else should do. And, by golly, they’re not afraid to speak.

What’s missing in all this wicked chaos? Why, the ANSWER is conspicuously missing.

Christ is the ANSWER. And those who know that ought to fill their mouths with repair.

Would you be brave?

Would you be useful?

Then love your fellow man by risking alienation.

Speak of Christ.

Is it time to put your hand down?

Is it time to pull in your index finger?

Is it time to deliver hope instead of accusation or worthless correction?

Armchair priests, judges and executioners. Compassionless, gutless, useless, and fragile people who think they are something simply because they had a thought.

Is it possible that keeping the words of Christ from our brothers of flesh is simply a violent retaliation dressed in the fear and embarrassment that is sure to come? “Let them all burn in hell! I’m intent on saving my own skin.”

Does the body of Christ look down on those who willingly speak the word of God for the sake of His honor and The Hope of their brothers of flesh?

I’ve only asked the questions. The answers are in your heart.

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.