Wisely, God has established that the gift of language should come to us long after our birth. Lest angry words of frustration and anxiety begin the journal of our testimony.
Rather, we are blessed with noises obscure, until we learn to ask questions. Does this wisdom really change with our years? Or does man perceive himself more than he can possibly be?
By His Grace
Humility is a fleeting beauty
For the sake of the beast within.
She comes to kiss with eternal lips.
And thus, for a moment,
The beast is subdued.
But soon he finds a bobble,
That others do not have;
A rock, a leaf, a twig, or sand,
And he rises once again.
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Sin of pride crouches,
At the threshold of our door.
He desires to have us,
That he may have “what’s more”.
This horrible, putrid way of man;
This pride of life says, “Yes I can,
Be more than my brothers or sisters can be”!
To be equal with satan’s sin, you see.
The Apostle Paul had mentioned with three,
Prayerful attempts to be rid of thee.
But God in His Wisdom knows His design:
“My Grace is sufficient,
Humility’s mine”.
It’s given to man to endure and subdue,
That hideous beast that is me, that is you.
The deadliest animal ever to live,
Can be muzzled and chained
By the Glory that’s His.
By His Grace
If it were a game (This war between heaven and hell that resides in the soul), the startled response of men would touch the humorous bone. Their reaction to the truth of God in Christ Jesus (The rejection of the gospel among men), would be funny. The fearful look on their faces is often a caricature of humor.
As if the game that fathers and children love to play, “I want you to scare me daddy, so I can laugh at fear”. What delight there is in giving. What solace there is in receiving. A game of loving kindness dressed in terror.
But this is no game my friend, and I am not enheartened by their fear. This is no joke. This is no game: “The one who sins will die”. The terror on a soldier’s face, as the sounds of battle approach, is not funny.
This Father, The Holy One, will not allow the fear of death to be swept aside. His Holy demands stand strong, and eternally serious. There is acceptance, yes. But there is also a rejection at His Holy Throne! Just as they are enthralled with his Beauty, that very moment of His unveiling, the fear of death shakes their soul to blackness.
There will be no laughter at failure. Rejection is void of humor.
Though we are children, He addresses us as men and women; fully grown and able to comprehend. When we were children, we played such games to prepare for this very war!
As you laid aside your toys, now let us take seriously the truth God offers. Let us perform the old saying, “Grow up”. As you entered into adulthood, now let us enter into sobriety. It is certainly the natural progression of things.
The game of “Scare me daddy” is long gone. May the fear of God assail our frail hearts. The game prepared you to trust, despite your fear. Now employ your learning.
By His Grace
I lay two pieces of wood into the stove. The fire has gone out during the night. All that is left is a small bed of lightly glowing coals. I sit before the glass and wait for the flame to appear.
While I knelt before the stove waiting, I pondered the will of man to produce obedience. All the while I watched for the flame to appear. Then it struck me.
If I allow the power of God within me to dwindle to warm coals, it will take some time to rekindle the flame. But if I am not lazy, I will get up in the night and add what is necessary to keep the fire burning hot on cold nights. I do not need to lay shivering under the slim covers of a warm room.
How shall I continue the flame? Do not be lazy. Get up and pray. Go to the Word, that you might Re-member the glory which fades with neglect. Get your will assembled before the Lord and consider His desire. Refine dedication to godliness. Be diligent in the things that stoke the raging flame of the Gospel within.
Time steals what is useful by consuming what is provided. Recapture, then, what is useful. Add fuel to the holy fire that brings life.
“You do not know me or my Father,” Jesus replied. “If you knew me, you would know my Father also.” (John 8: 19)
God’s people speak of heavenly things. And when they speak so, they speak of things the world is not able to understand.
Just before the Lord spoke the words cited above, he said this: “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
Therefore as you follow the living God in Christ, do not be surprised that you are not received or understood. But as we speak what is true and faultless, let their lack of understanding be a source of joy.
We strive to interpret for their benefit. But understanding must come from the Holy Father. If anyone wants to understand, let him humble himself before the Living God and ask for wisdom.
We are adopted into a foreign land. But they remain natives of this place of testing. We speak the language of the land into which we are adopted. Let us boldly speak according to the will of God. Allow God’s power to be displayed in our speech.
We were once native of this place also. In this, to some extent, we are bilingual. But our allegiance must be first to the One who calls us home. It is not profitable to rejoin the rebellious that we may draw them out.
They speak in the vulgarities of rebellion, and to this alone they understand. But remember we are cautioned that “it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret”. (Ephesians 5: 12)
Display the beauty that you have received. Let greed and jealousy do its proper work.
By His Grace
Wordlessly my little dog speaks to me of volumes.
The rock on which I stubbed my toe proclaims to me, “I am here!”
Such is the marvelous conversation of creation.
How should we be surprised, that the Living God speaks to us by what is?
By His Grace
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