Occupation


The Apostle Paul made tents.  The Apostle Peter was a fisherman.  There are not many of God’s people who inhabit glorious occupations.  And those who do are often assailed with temptation and corruption.  They are humble occupations which often provide for humble men.  For it is God’s will that his people become servants.

All day long people are irritated at big trucks.  They occupy their space with formidable threat. The trucks obscure one’s vision.  They always seem to be in the way.  You know sooner navigate around one truck and there appears another.  They are slow.  They are fearsome in their size.  When it rains they spew bath tubs of water on your windshield.  And when they blow a tire it seems all hell breaks loose.  Why would anyone not be frustrated by big trucks?

One would think that big trucks are an unholy aberration; frustration sent among men from the very bowels of hell.  In a large part men have no idea how correct that is.  In the beginning it was not God’s will that’s such things should be.

But do not judge the driver by the frustration he leaves in his wake.  And do not judge him when you see him dismount from his Stallion of Steel.  He is shabby in appearance; not at all the mountainous and evil man you presumed.  He is an emblem of surprise; that such a man should cause such havoc in your life.

All the while you are frustrated and on the verge of anger, you envision some hideous monster behind the wheel.  Surely he is full of hatred.  Surely he has no kin.  His mother was a rock in the forest.  And his father was but a needle pine.  He is a troll among men; a demon filled and pitiful excuse for a man.  No decent man would cause such pain.

I am a truck driver.  I take note of your fear and anxiety all day long.  I see that you are impatient.  I see that in your impatience you have no regard for law.  For you push with all your might just beyond what is lawful; that you may vanquish this enemy of rubber and steel.

But mercy attends my hands.  The Son of God sings beautiful things to my soul all day long. I spend my hours with no radio playing.  No one to speak wicked things to me.  And my days end as did the days of the Apostles’; in prayer of praise and thanks to the one who has delivered me from incident or injury to others.

I know you cannot help the way you feel.  Life demands a great deal.  But the next time you are navigating around a truck, consider that one of them contains the Holy Word of God.

Play day, everyday


I don’t want to see a show of hands.  I’m not interested in a 2000 page spreadsheet.  I don’t want to talk to a statistician.  And I don’t particularly have a craving to see someone respond to this post.  But I wonder how many people realize they’re being played.

From the time you were born until the time you die, somebody or something is playing you.  You got needs, and your basic necessities are often played against you.  You got wants, and there is a variety of enemies arrayed against your desire.

Now it’s pretty easy to go through and make a real thick book describing all of those things.  But you already know about how the world plays you.  You’re even aware of how you play yourself.  At least you should be.

But not many people are aware of a certain group that plays people 24 /7.  They’re a forgotten clan.  Virtually the only time they were even mentioned is in some Hollywood horror movie.  So when I call them what we know them to be I’m going to get laughed at.  I don’t particularly care.  I’m not gonna let ignorance play me.

I’m not here to spook people.  I’m trying to draw attention to a fact.  You can’t see them, hear, taste, smell or touch em.  But I can tell you demons are a big part of the corruption in this world.

I don’t care what they look like.  And I’m not here to call em out so we can have a squabble.  I’m just bringing up an age old truth.

If you don’t believe in them, then you don’t believe in the gospel of Christ Jesus.  So this whole article won’t do you any good anyway.

They were pretty healthy when Jesus was here with us.  So let me ask you a simple question.  If they’re not still here where’d they go?    You think they went to some distant planet for a vacation for a few thousand years?   You are more Looney than me if you believe that.

They whisper to you, and you think you just had a thought.  They watch for opportunity to destroy you.  They don’t spit vomit.  And they don’t make your eyes bug out.  They simply enhance your own wicked desire a thousand fold.  Whatever chance you had to be a righteous person is thrown right out the window.

If you don’t have Jesus as your Lord, a rock-solid prayer life, and habits that reflect holiness, you’ll have no way to defend against them.  They’ll tear you down like a tornado and there won’t be any rising.

If this is the first time you’ve heard any of this you’re probably……..  Dunno.  I have no idea what your response might be.  But I can assure you with absolute certainty, you’ve been played by demons.  And if you scoff at this you’re likely being played right now.

If you believe what I’m saying, this is likely to get you angry.  If you don’t believe, what’s that to me?  You won’t be able to tell the difference between a normal day or a played day anyway. 

But if realizing this makes you a little hot headed, don’t waste your time on a rant.  Simply turn your attention to the Lord Jesus Christ.  He’s been watching the whole scene all along.  He’s more than able to set you free from being played by demons.

My sinful nature


I would hate to be my sinful nature.  Nothing he desires is right, so he is always wrong.  And if by chance he comes close to something decent, he cannot be praised.  For He desires to spend it on his pleasure.

The only reason patience covers him is to wait slyly for an opportunity.  So even while he appears somewhat godly, an animal lurks behind his skin.

He is always in turmoil.  Not knowing his left hand from his right, he does not know what to do next.  Yet pride will not let him admit his weakness.  And if given a choice between one or another, he will always choose the wrong.

The only time he is right, by any sense at all, is when he is heard fretting over his imminent death.  But even in this he has no understanding.  He must die so that the one he carries will live.

If he is tired and hears his soul speak of taking time for prayer, he begins a multitude of complaint and reasoning.  It is not that he hates God.  He simply loves himself.  God is no more a consideration to him than the rings on his fingers.

Yes, I would hate to be my sinful nature.  But isn’t that what I was before the Lord Jesus released me from his shackles?  Yes!  The only value I had before the Lord Jesus released me was to be fuel for the fire of hell.

Praise be to God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!  For we who are learning to love the Lord are free from the law of sin and death.  Grace has come but the sinful nature hasn’t even noticed.

By His Grace

How to Escape Condemnation by God.


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These are the top 10 excuses God will happily allow for not letting the Lord Jesus be your King.

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And in case any of those don’t work, try using this effective excuse:

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