Category Archives: Light hearted

Challenge

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I present a challenge to all.  It doesn’t matter how you perceive Christ.  Come and convince me that anything other then the full acceptance of His Gospel is truth.

Invited is the scholar.  Welcome is the agnostic.  The atheists already know they have been invited openly.  Invitation is extended to the religious.   Let the drunkard try to compel me this way is better.  Come and speak to me about finance, and how money is the end of all good things.  Let the violent receive the best of House seats.  Let the timid display the grandiose crown of their fear. 

Regardless who you are, come and convince me. 

Christ Jesus is king of heaven and earth.  By His merciful grace I am his servant.  It will not be me you challenge.  It will be the living God in me.

Let us all either “Put up or shut up”.

Why am I making this challenge, and doesn’t it seem rather absurdly stupid?  Yeah, it does.

I’m making this challenge because I am sick of watching the world decay all about me.  I am sick of watching Christian cower,  all the while the Living God promises strength.

By the looks of things around me, I surmise one of us is a liar.  Either it is Man or it is God in Christ.  You know the summation of that.

At the outset, I will admit that I know nothing about Islam, Buddhism, and whatever other religion you want to throw on the table.  All I know about them is that they are false.  I will speak of the gospel in Christ. 

Required materials: Pack a lunch.

God’s Never Wrong

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I saw a man sitting on the ground holding a straw and pushing two rocks back and forth.  I just had to ask.

“What are you doing?”  he stopped and looked up at me with sort of a silly smile.  “I’m trying to prove God wrong.”

“Well are you having any success?”

“None that I can see.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, how does pushing two rocks around with a straw prove God wrong?”

“He told me that playing games has no value at all, but doing everything I should and spending time with him was eternally priceless.  I’m pretty sure he’s right.  I’m absolutely no better off than when I started to push these rocks.”

“Well that’s not exactly true sir.”

“Okay I’m listening.”

“You’ve learned that you can’t prove God wrong.”

“Well said.”

And with that, I turned to go and do what I should.

By His Grace

Numonics

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U-less da blidlyng is blit by da Holy Lamb o’ God, da blidder blids a
vayne.

By His Grace

Stick IT!

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I can’t tell people what to do to gain eternal life.  I can point them to the Lord Jesus.  I can mention the expectations of the Most High God regarding His Holy and Righteous Son.  But I can’t tell them how to put all that stuff into practice.

I can tell them to read the Bible.  But it’s up to them to do it.  I can tell them to pray.  But I’m not suppose to be privy to such a holy event, no matter how short.  I can tell them that they will do well to DO what they learn.  But I can’t make em.

So I don’t try much any more.  I tried to stick with em.  But I didn’t have the stick-to-itive-ness necessary to stick-to-em long enough to see em stick-with-it.  I’ll just stick-to-da-road and write about stick-to-itive-ness.

Snapping Turtles

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I passed by a well and heard some turtles snapping in the bottom.  Oh that just drives me nuts!  The bottom of a well ain’t no place for turtles!  Who knows what slimy thing they do down there.  And we got to drink that water!

So I set down my knapsack and started to climb the inside of the well.  Singing as I went, “I’m going to whoop me a turtle or two.  Bringing em home for dinner for you.”

Right about that time I heard the voice of the Lord.  “Where are you going?”

I stopped dead in my climb.  My sheepish face looked up.  I must have looked pretty funny.  But he wasn’t smiling.

“There’s some snapping turtles in the bottom of this well, Lord.  I was going to go down and get them out.  I was just singing about turtle soup.”

“Is that you’re well?” 
“Um.  No Lord it’s not.”
“Then those aren’t your turtles either, are they?”
“Uh. No Lord they’re not.”
And with that he helped me up out of the well.

The moral of this story has to do with the things of others.  If you hear people praising liars, leave their snapping turtles alone.  Go tend your own well.  Otherwise ask them if they want some help.

By His Grace

Well Now

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Cute little poems.
Yes I wrote some.

Mind breaking parables.
Well I tried to write a couple.

Scriptural revelations.
I had a few and wrote about them.

Soul altering visions.
I think I’ve had three, and passed them on.

Gigantic literary works.
None here.

Daily devotionals that will knock your socks off.
Nowhere in sight.

If you came here for inspiration, you may be disappointed.  Perhaps you should do what I did, read the Bible and pray.

By His Grace