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Stability, the Fragrance of Love
Night or day, rain or shine, storm or tranquil afternoon; I carry within me a Spring time born of eternity. The Love of God in Christ Jesus plays out in my heart and mind without ceasing.
This love is like a musical waterfall of exquisite emotions, thoughts, doings and experiences. It’s no more a religion then the beautiful explosion of love between the young man and a woman, his new found lifelong best friend.
God’s love causes me to smell the colors of the world around me. He shows me the dance of sound in the fabric of air. Words, all words, become living creatures as the Word of Life comes near to caress with truth.
I am useless to man. The Living promise has finally caught me in an eternal embrace. I tried to pay attention to the things that matter most to men, but fail miserably and often .The beautiful patience of God stoked a fire in me to make him blessed with his desire.
All of this, and vastly more, gives me reason to ponder the definition of love among men. So very much is made of the love between a man and a woman. Books, songs, poetry, movies, and all the trinkets produced as a celebration of joy and longevity. All this commotion for something that cannot possibly last. The hurricane of reality sweeps down from the mountains to devastate the joy of first love between man and wife. Most marriages disintegrate to a bond of friendship at best. At worst, they disintegrate to nothing.
The captivating emotions of human love produce something similar to the love of God within his beloved ones. But people are people. They are everything but stable. Greed, impatience, expectations, and everything associated with self begins to ruin first love’s beauty. Eventually death takes it all away.
But how is it that so much is made of the love of man, which is so transitory, while virtually nothing is celebrated toward the love of God? The love of God simply becomes a place to cry out for help when everything we wanted falls apart.
Waddledoo
Waddledoo, Waddledoo,
With that ragged old conscience of his?
Waddledoo, Waddledoo,
When the choices to make are all his.
Wadidedoo, Wadidedoo?
Was the epitaph written in stone.
Wadedondid, Wadedondid,
Was to leave the good choices alone.
B THE B
If you attend church regularly, then be the best Christian that ever attended church regularly.
If you only go to church once in awhile, then be the best Christian ever went to church once in awhile.
If you believe a Christian doesn’t have to go to church at all to be a Christian, then show us what the best Christian looks like who never goes to church at all.
Let God steal your freedom. In exchange he wants to give you righteousness, purity, obedience, faithfulness, joy, amazing confidence, fearlessness, a wondrous prayer life, and eternal life.
Hey, wait a minute, that sounds like freedom!
The Love of Man
Wait a minute! He’s going to tell her the last one to die is the plastic flower that never lived? Hmmmmmmmm.. I smell a rat.
Wow Paul! Don’t you trust anybody?
Um. Well. Not so much. The heart is deceitful above all things. Besides, I’ve seen what anybody can do.
It’s Going Terminal
The doctor said America’s sickness may be terminal.
He recommended daily ethics exercises, the majority of which should be done from the kneeling position.
He did not recommend heavy lifting; the lifting of one’s hands is best, given the ailment.
He also suggested that America might want to join a therapeutic group; one that can lay out a clear path to recovery.
I asked him if he had any particular group he would suggest more than all the others.
“Yes.” He said. “I have found that the only group capable of rectifying this kind of emergency, was the group they call ‘The Way'”.
And he recommended strongly that America should distance itself from those who simply give up and die.
I asked him what caused this. He told me it was a drug addiction.
America has been drinking the poison of liars for far too long.
What we really need is a prescription of truth elixir. But he was afraid to prescribe it because the patient is so weak.
Words From There 