Always On Display


Everyday I see you.  Yes you are noticed.  Even in the night, with the doors locked and the windows shaded over, you are being watched. 

Every breath and heartbeat is counted, up to its leveling sum; that day when they add up to ceasing.  That day you cannot predict, as you now do your public behavior.

Most of the time you are like a woman dressed in finery, posing for a painting, with a delicate and entrancing smile.  Those who see you gasp with joy at the beauty you represent.  But I have seen you when you think no one is watching.

Then, you are like a ravenous lion; unrestrainable drewl escaping, wild eyed, and hungry to violence for what you desire. 

Then, your entrancing beauty is obscured by your greed.  Your beautiful habits, disheveled by illicit craving.

Yes you have been noticed, as is your compelling want.  Yes you have been seen, but not as you expect.  You rehearsed vigorously but it did you no good.  For every man owns moments of vulnerable appearance.

You disturbed the air with movements unlawful.  You spoke with voiceless words of filthy attitude.  You reached with wide eyed greed to grasp what was not yours.  You gave no thought to prying eyes.

Nothing we do or are is hidden from the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.  For in Him we live and move and have our being.

By His Grace

Winning


The threshold necessary to win a race depends on the endeavor of all participants.  If all the contestants only render 70 percent of their potential, then the effort necessary to win is 71%. 

But what shall we do if it is necessary for all contestants to render 100% whether they win or lose?  In short to win or die trying.

Isn’t this the nature of the gospel?  Isn’t this the necessity of the sacrifice of Christ?  Every contestant is required to obey the holy law of God the Father 100%.  Regardless their ability, the demand is perfection.  Regardless their willingness to give all, the demand is 100 percent.

Thanks be to God in Christ Jesus for the inexpressible goodness of His mercy.

By His Grace

The Ride of Your Life


Have someone tie your wrists to the tail of a powerful horse.  Now strike the horse with a stick or the sting of a whip.  You are about to encounter the ride of your life.

Tie a rope around your waist and connect the other end to the bumper of a car.  Select a careless teenager and let him drive.  At the moment of your word, you are about to encounter the ride of your life.

So it is with all who give themselves to the will of the Holy Living God.  As you have bound yourself to him, so will your life be changed.

By His Grace

Christianity is a Promise


Christianity is counted as a religion.  Even many who call themselves Christians treat it as such.  But Christianity is no religion of man at all.  Please give me liberty to explain.

There are three tribes of men before the Holy Lord’s eyes.  Those who uphold the law of Moses.  Those who depend on the law of Moses, as if beggars .  And those who have never known the law of Moses.

The first live by that law, and are guardians until the end of this place.  The second, hope toward that law.  For they suffer greatly without its benefit.  The third make their own law according to the shadow of the laws of Moses.

The first are the Jews.  The second are the Samaritans.  And the third are the Gentiles.

(In this I speak to those who do not know.  What I have said can be considered full of fault by the scholars of the Bible.  But let it be and watch how it develops.)

I am a Gentile.  Until I was in my thirties I had not desired of the law of Moses.  I heard of the Ten Commandments but did not care, for I did not know their source.  I heard rumors of some things the law commands, but paid no attention, for they were laws given to “holy men”.  I was not holy and so I did not care.

Then Christianity came to me, and I understood the sacrifice of Christ.  Like a child, I accepted by faith that what he said was true.  But unto this day, I have lacked the understanding in full.  And until I die and appear before him, my understanding will be but a shadow of truth.

But I woke from a dream this morning.  And with my waking, a greater understanding has come.  Christianity is not a religion.  Christianity is an engagement.  Christianity is a promise from the Holy Lord.  An honourable promise of marriage from he who is fully honorable.

In the dream I saw two men and a woman.  The first had come to her house but did not belong there by reason of broken promise.  In the past he had been her husband.  But divorce had separated them.

The second had promised to be her husband, after she became divorced.  And with consistant servitude he loved her.

The first came bearing a gift she desired.  He offered it to her in front of the second man.  The second man heard and saw clearly.

The first one held out the gift and said, “I am your husband so I give you these things”.  Her hands reached out to receive.

Knowing he could not say the same, the second one prepared to leave.  Tossing his cell phone to the first man, he said, “This belongs to her you will need it”.  And the last of the dream was when he opened the door of his car to leave.

After that I woke, and understanding came faster than my eyes could open.  The compassion of God is a promise that cannot be broken.  But the will of man determines his response to the promise of God.  Will he hold to what is?  Or will he return to where he came?  Will he love the one who loves him?  Or will he love the promise of the one who has abused him?

It is as if a great and rich man lived in a high mountain land.  He looked to the valley below and saw the plight of many young women; how they were mistreated and sold as if property.

In the passion of his great heart, he took mercy as his guide.  He carved out a place in his vast mountainous property.  And as his workers planted wonderous trees and vegetation.  Making long beautiful meadows, with glimmering lakes and houses, he went down himself to select his brides.

He is an honorable man and his promise can be believed.  He gave rings to all who asked; rings as a seal of his promise.  Those who received would later be called to inhabit the place he is making.

Some of the women separated themselves in waiting for his promise.  But many held the promise as if from their fellow citizens.  To them the promise was less than honorable.  So they gave themselves to the men of the land; keeping themselves in abusive relationships, mindless of the promise given.

But his promise is true and faultless.  And when the time came to gather his brides, he sent out his servants to bring them.  All of them were dressed according to his honourable promise.  All of them were prepared for the wedding.  He had prepared a place for every one of them to live.

Those who had separated themselves for the sake of his honor were kept in high esteem.  But those who did not believe were given a lower place.  Nevertheless his honor is true.  As he has promised he will do.

Religion is of man.  It is his way of serving his version of God.  His belief dictates his religion.  Religion becomes a doing of a man’s understanding of God.  But the religion from God (what He does) is honorable and pure.  It is he who has extended his own desire.

Men will do as they do.  But God is.  We worship as if blind men.  But God sees with perfect eyes.  In our religions we lie, for understanding within us is but a shadow of truth.  But the religion of God is faultless and pure.  The intent of God to save is Holy honorable.

Christianity is not a religion of man.  Christianity is a promise from He who cannot lie.

P.S. I have written this because of the dream.  If people will understand it, then they will understand it.  If they do not understand, or even contend with me on some issues, what is that to me? 

What you see here is not an attempt to teach.  It is an altar representing a gift from my God.  I have marked a place according to his command for me.  “Write and do not care who reads.”

May God receive glory according to his great riches in righteousness.

By His Grace

How Comes Failure?


The Lord came to me, in the Promise to all men: “I will be with you, teaching you what is right and good to do and be”.  And so I grew in His Holy wisdom.

Misunderstanding dressed me, as He offered His pledge.   “He has made me a righteous man; by knowledge, He has lifted me from sin to righteous doings.”  But days passed.  Years came and went.  Though knowledge came, I found sin and folly were bound up in me still.

Perplexity confronted me.  In my days and nights I pondered.  “How can I know these things, yet do the abhorrent?  Where is the fruit of purity?  Where are the things, among my belongings, that pleased Him so in His Holy Son?”

Desire to become, rages within me.  Yet I find mistakes.  Where I expected to find clarity of truth, I found only sparadic (as if by mistake) “good works”.  How can such desire, diligent desire, produce such shoddy a crop? 

How could it be, that I should set my hands upon a sturdy and well honed plow, hitch it to such a strong and well trained work horse, set my eyes on the singular oak at the end of my field, yet plow such a crooked line?

And if I had reached into my bag of seeds, placed each one by careful measure, covered them with tender fingers.  Why does my field produce bitter and wicked fruit?

Wisdom brings the answer, two fold.

I had not emptied my bag of seeds; that only good seed might remain.  My balance is not perfected.  Knowledge, within me, lacks a studious audience.  And my expectations are those of a child who puts his tiny feet into his daddy’s giant shoes: “I see him walk well in these.  I will also use them to do the same”.

And wisdom speaks from far beyond the ability of man: “Unless the Lord builds the house, the builder builds in vain”.

“Be patient, my frail and tiny child.  I hold your promise in my Holy hand.  When I call you to be an eternal man, you will have your desire in full.”

By His Grace

The Sharing


Reluctant to love.

It looks like a man.

But a candy bar, still wrapped, looks like plastic.

Do you know what’s inside?
You might if you asked.

But what a thoroughly dreaded task.

Soul or sugar; you can’t taste either without unveiling.

Why has our mind a taste for the sweet, yet our pride denies The Sharing?

By His Grace