You’ve seen it in the movies, how someone is running away from a crumbling building. For the sake of theatrics, they always manage to miss the last piece by inches.
Isn’t life like that? What we build always seems to fall apart. But by some fortunate circumstances, we are always inches ahead of the last falling peace. The noise, the dust, the sparks that fly, they are always behind us, or just brushing our shoulders.
But just as curiously, there is collateral damage. Many are caught in the wake of catastrophe from our mistakes and mishaps. And we, ourselves, are victims from the work of countless hordes of fools. Death is the place where we emerge from the smoke and dust.
I wrote a poem called “Sorrow”. The poem is the offspring of this realization. With all sincerity, I desire that death should come. Let it come and put an end to this catastrophic event called “My life”.
I don’t desire death because I’m lazy. I desire death because of Jesus. (The very same reason I’m still living.) I desire death that there may finally be peace in the place where all I could bring was horror. I desire death that his work may find completion.
How precious then are these words he has led, inspired or incited me to write. Though they cause upheaval, it is for the better of every soul. And as I have written before, as long as I live here these words remain concealed.
They are concealed because of the pride of Man. As long as he can attribute an errant human to these words, he will not find them nor seek them out. But take away the man and the legacy sprouts wings. “He was ten feet tall. He was the epitome of muscle and brain. His heart was forever in the right place. He was a saint among us!”
How wrong they will be. But how useful is their error. May God be glorified in Jesus His, Holy and Righteous Son for the sake of what He has done in this fool.
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Think about the example of business. From the one who gets fired out of necessity, to the one whom they groom to lead the company, willful dedication is what they’re looking for. Why doesn’t the apply to heaven?
There are grumblers and vile Souls who think there’s nothing wrong with the way they are. How such people expect blessings from God is beyond me. But they sure cry out for a blessing when they need one. And there are people who dedicate their entire life to the things of God. There is no possible way that God will leave them without blessing.
Want to get fired from heaven? Just let your actions speak for themselves. (Nothing in nothing out.) Do you want to secure friendship with Jesus? Do the things He commands us to do.
I don’t know where this logical train of thought falls apart. But I see a whole lot more people who want to get fired, than I do those who desire His friendship. No, I didn’t make a mistake. They want to get fired. “Poor little pitiful me, I just can’t do it.”
P.S. Hell doesn’t offer unemployment benefits.
“Where’s the Glory!”
You can’t live with me in the truck. For one thing, there isn’t room. You can’t find your daily meal from cans of soup and beans. The stove and refrigerator would be jealous. You can’t be isolated from Humanity but for an occasional confrontation here and there. 6 days a week. Then home, as a stranger.
No! This place is for me.
But don’t you have your own, your house, your family, your home. And isn’t THERE, things “Too much for you”? Don’t those things clamor like tiny chicks noisily begging for worms.
No time for rest, or your glory will die.
No time to compare,
“Who has it better than I?”
Should we think that the Glory of Christ in us is limited “someplace else”? Is it right to think that if you were someone else you could bring him what is Honorable?
If you did all the things that a day’s work demands. What would be said of you? What would be said of your Lord? What right would you have to speak among the people then? And wouldn’t your diligence, honorable and true, be speech enough; not only visible but audible in deed?
His Glory stands waiting in your “house”. Be dressed. Serve.
Hard Times
To take to the mountains is sure best of all.
For there the man learns.
There His Glory stands tall.
The valley is full of peacable ritual.
Repetitive practice seems glory to them.
But up on the mountain the harsh wind knows,
How to take a man’s life with relentless blows.
The valley is full with sounds of their begging,
“Forgive us our sins! Though we keep on forgetting.”
But up on the mountain there’s no time for sin.
The eyes of the climber are transfixed on Him.
Where is the glory on this shaded Earth?
Is it down in the valley; midst those born of mirth?
If you want to be honor, start climbing my friend.
Join Him up there where “THE AIRS” are too thin.
Go to him.
Die,
To the self,
To the norm.
Let Him show you His Glory.
By His Spirit . . .
Be borne!
The harsh things of Earth
Are the nestings of birds.
Let their claws bare you up
As you drink from His Cup.
Or stay in the valley.
Find your way with the men
Who think is quite kindly
To be masters of bending
THE TRUTH.
Loyalty Supreme!
For reasons only known in heaven, God began a creation. He spun with Invisible thread, creating something from absolutely nothing.
A Blackness was born in The Kingdom of Light. He speckled the Blackness with fiery balls. Appearing from nothing were little places of special interest. They were darkened little globes that we’re not like the fires at all.
Imagine, if you can, the wonder of the angels as they did the bidding of their Father. And their wonder kept expanding. The work went on for a very long time.
Every item in the darkness was placed precisely where The Father said to put it. Joy and wonderment filled all Heaven as the creation took shape before their very eyes. It was an intricate dance of tiny objects, all floating in the blackness. A precise ballet of love. Every item spun precisely around another.
Then, amazement upon amazement, God spoke a word unheard before. “Let us create Man in our image”. Adam, he was called. The meaning of the word is “First Blood”.
In his hands, The Holy Word of God began the work of The Father. A handful of dust took shape. An unspeakable perfect work of art lay on the ground. “Let the Breath of Life enter.” The man’s breath began. His eyes opened. And from a perspective only capable in this creature of dust, he saw his surroundings for the first time.
Love and joy filled the servants of God as they were Witnesses to this amazing Work. Unquestioning, innocent obedience bore the fruit the Living God intended. And now they would watch that same obedience flow through the blood of this creation.
Blood! The first of its kind. Never before was there a creature with such exquisite limitation. How unspeakably beautiful was the work of The Father. What great tender care was given to their new brother.
But press forward in time with me. Witness the history of decay. See the frustrated Beauty become ragged edged and hideously vile. Read the history of man in the Bible and weep.
Look at the horror which we have become. Not only have we murdered the love of God, we joyfully toss him in the cesspool of unbelief. And the people despise anyone who speaks His Holy Name.
Dare to tell me that God has no right to destroy his enemies of this filthy place!
But this is not the end of the story, for amazement fills the servants of God still. As by that same innocent obedience, they reach into the Blackness of sin and create a people of light.
For now, the tiny lights glow in the Darkness. But the day will surely come when the darkness will be swallowed up by the place from which it was created. That which is abhorrent to man will rule with Christ for eternity.
Something from nothing became blackness. But something from Blackness will become dazzling, bright and brilliant Lights of Life.
Join in the building celebration; the Symphony of redemption is a beautiful song, being played by those who love Him. And the Beautiful song is played against the backdrop of hisses, boos jeers, wailings, screams, and violent intent. Make all the noise you want, you hideous creatures of hatred. Your silence is moving toward you now.
I will love the God who made me! I will adore the one who fashioned me from nothing! Stand with me or not, what difference can it possibly make?
By His Grace.
For Today
Oh, Israel. You who are called to bear His Holy name. You are he who wrestles with God. You wrestle against the things that wrestle against your Lord. And inside you are those things that wrestle against Him. You blessed ones who wake to engage in the holy war of life and death, of suffering and great peace, and of the dispute between truth and lies.
May the blessings of the Living God fall on you today. May his desire to create a people separate to himself become your singular and most important desire. May your hands be restrained to destroy the work that he is doing within you. And may your day provide the great bounty that is due His Holy name.
Let our souls resound in unison. May we give consent to He who lives forever. May we be willing to become his great desire, which he sealed in Holy Blood for His Holy name’s sake.
Let us go to him. Let us willingly fill up in His body the suffering that caused his Glory before the Holy Father. Let our doings proclaim Him worthy to be King.
His name is Jesus. He is greater forever than the sum of Man’s Imagination. He is Glory, Honor, Righteousness, Peace, Joy, Mercy, Justice, and the immeasurably great Grace of the Living God. Honor His Holy name.
Amen.
Words From There 