Author Archives: hiwaychristian

The Challenge of Complexities

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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

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Temptation is the Christian’s opportunity for glory. 

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If you fall, get up in “The Faith” of Christ and try it again.

Consider it your opportunity to face the wild animals in the Colosseum.  Rise from the dust by the power of Christ!

Exposed?

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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

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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!

What Word?

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Oh!  People of the world; those who despise the Rule of the Holy One.  What do you have to show for all your toil?

Your people melt in the streets from the demands you place upon them.  They rot in their flesh and soul, for the strength of your demands.  What do you have to show for all the chaos of your toil?

Isn’t the Word that can heal among you?  Isn’t the power of Salvation from God extended?

Why will you not take it?  Why will you not ask?  Why will you live like abandoned children?

Why will you honor the unholy gaggle that you yourselves have glorified?  Why will you not humble yourselves in prayer?

Why is the Holy Scripture left untouched, day after day?  Why do you not speak to one another about pure things?  Why are lies vastly more abundant than God’s commands?

See how you falter and fail.  See how you lack the strength to continue.  Yet you continue; as if this continuing is righteously demanded of every one of you.

The leaders of the people die.  They thirst and will not drink.  They hunger, yet waste away like those who fast to death.

The children are not fed, for the parents have no food.  Filth is the delicacy on the table at night.  Precious and good food is kept far from the front door to every house.

What more can be said to a people who desire death and abhor life?  Do you want a sweet word from the Living God’s Holy Son?  How shall He who tells the truth speak a lie?  You have what is true to say.

Amen.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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Wake.  You who say “Shhhhh”, wake.

Look.  You who close your sleepy eyes.

Listen. You who fill your ears with tripe.

Your legs are broken.

Yet you think you can run.

You have religion.

But you have no Strength.

Wake.  The Living God moves among you.

But your stupor of greed restrains your senses.

You do not shed blood.

Yet you murder the souls of thousands.

Look.  See how the children reflect the doings of the inner room of the parents.

Listen.  The children hate with abandon, for they are not taught to revere the Lord of Hosts.

You give birth to babies, breaking their legs before they can learn to walk.

Yet you expect them to run!

You gladly receive a happy word from fools.

But you despise the Holy Word from the Living God’s Holy Son.

You are dead, even as you think you live.

Seek the Lord while He can be found.

Look about you.

See how the door has shut in your face.

Look at the horror that is your precious hope.

Look in the streets!

Can’t you see what’s happening to your precious hope?

Seek the Lord or remain dead, even while you think you live.