Category Archives: parable

My Last Meal

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The prisoner condemned to die is offered his last meal.  “What do you want Steven?”   The guards face was happy.  He’ll be glad to be rid of this trash.

“I want steak and potatoes, green beans and spinach.  Two margaritas and an apple pie.”  A belly is only so big.  And the drink is for the terror.  “And if its possible, could you serve it to me on the finest of China please.”

The prisoner of this world dies a hideous death.  The Prisoner of Christ Jesus is born into indescribable glory.  We will eat and be fully satisfied.

As a prisoner in Christ I want Lamb, Holy blood, and served on the fine righteousness of Christ Jesus.  Let me gorge myself on the best possible food.  Then I will be strong and bring him the most excellent of glory possible.

By His Grace

The Building of Elegant Poverty

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Outside the battered door is a courtyard of gravel.  Here men walk without shoes and fall to their ravaged knees.  Yet there is smooth cool stone inside, bloodstained by the feet and knees of those who have entered.

The plants which adorn the court are but missshapen bushes, yet elegant to he who owns the place.  By design, its appearance refuses the praise of the elegant and proud.  Only the desperate poor come here.

Within the door, the floor shines from wearing.  Billions of feet have scuffed it to a fine polish.  The walls depict the beauty of promise; the promise of hope and the promise of accomplishment. 

Those who enter are bid “Welcome”.  While embrace endures restraint.  Commanded are they who attend the visitors, “Help them with what they need.  But let us see what they will do”.

The floors above, stage by stage, present a new Horizon.  Each stairwell guarded carefully and hidden behind the most narrow of doors.  Only with the proper password and consent, may anyone ascend.

Above the floors which one may enter, is a building in the works.  No one is allowed past the ceiling of the top floor until the work is finished on the next.

No news of preparation comes from those who build.  No revealing of the grandeur they put in place is told or seen.  Yet as each floor was finished there were men prepared to climb.  So it will be until its completion.

“As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.”

Unreasonable Lack

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Starving corpses, ablaze with death.

They do not starve for lack of food.

With their hands and feet self restrained,

They will not come to the table.

Though God has provided a rich banquet of learning,

These mortally wounded dead, prefer to be food themselves.

So be it; what can be done?

Every man will do what every man will do.

Christian Pornography

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“Write of the things that please us and we will read what you say.  This life is full of toil and trouble and we have no time for more difficulty.  But give us the oil of joy with your words and we will love you and pay you handsomely.”

You already have many who do that.  They deliver to you the whisperings of a bride to her new husband.  The sweet and intimate words are given to you that belong in the inner room of love.

There are those who deliver you, words that should not belong on their lips, to be displayed in public.  They are made for the privacy of love.  How should such things be delivered to His enemy?

I will not deliver you the words of love, such words as are for the God who has purchased me with his Holy and perfect blood.  My love for him, that he has caused to be, belongs to him and I will not throw them on the battlefield.

Instead I will deliver to you what is helpful against your sin.  Words of despising what is unholy, these I will deliver to you.  For this you will despise me, for I will despise your wicked longing.  I will despise the heart of man.

Such writings are as of those which the world hides in a dark corner; the pictures and words of lust.  People giggle with delight as the things of the marriage bed are exposed to all; a thing that, by his command, should never be.

But you are outside the house.  What you will see and read from me are the things that deter your entry; those things which test your heart.  For such words will agree with the command of God toward those who hate him.

First pass by the guard.  Be willingly stripped of all that is abhorrent to my husband.  Be stripped of what is enemy; the weapons of slaughter you used to hang him on a cross.

Then allow yourself to be brought to the courtyard where you will learn the things that please him.  There you will be taught with relentless, vicious truth.  There you will learn to abhor what was yours.  And if you are willing they will be beaten from you.  Then your soul will wear the stripes that count you as one of his.

I will not write for you the things of lovely intent.  Such writings are a lie to those who are of the enemy of God.  They speak of his lovely promise unveiled.  They speak of an eternity that does not belong to the enemy of God.

Come and hate me with jealousy.  Come and ignore me for I will not give you your desire.  Desire with jealousy; for such has been the conversion of many.

Present yourself to him that he may cleanse you, and then we are brothers and sisters alike.  Then you yourself will hear the words that now you desire to know from me, a servant of the Most High, in Christ Jesus, blessed by his Holy promise and Holy will . 

He is faithful and trustworthy and strong.  He is the full promise of the Most High God.  Beautiful is he and glorious!   And sweet is he is Holy embrace!

But you O’ enemy of God, you desire to hear his beautiful words as if they are but pornography.

Carrying His Cross

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I would live alone in a cave, deep in the woods.  That would be my choice were this world the end of my life.  For anxiety fills me when I am near my brothers of flesh. 

I am not anxious because I am afraid.  I become anxious because they are anxious.  Questions do not pester them.  And answers, not requested, elude them.  I become anxious, for the living God within me demands testimony.

So if given my choice, I would remove myself from them.  But their anxiety leaves me no choice. 

The very things that God has shown me, force me to desire to stay.  And this desire is stronger than my own. 

In this, those I meet are neither righteous nor wicked.  They have simply appeared beside me along my way.  And I will speak.

The message of God within me is a thriving holy crop.  And I will gladly offer a bounty to the hungry stranger.  I must refuse to eat alone.

I toil in the garden all day long, sweating neath the Blazing Sun of his  Righteousness.  Weeding my garden with the tools of judgement, restraint, and mercy.  Forgiveness carries the living water.  And his crop grows taller everyday.

I will not go seek the place of peace in this world; the peace as my flesh defines it.  For the Holy Lord of Life has set me in a place.  His love calls sweetly, and I will obey.

What is it to me that anxiousness should fill my heart?  It has replaced terror and confusion.  I will not return. It will not leave though I swat at it as flies. 

Embrace it I must.  Embrace it I will.  Shall I throw down my cross seek peace?  NEVER!

Noahetic Promise

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A man sat in the early morning darkness.  The stars lit his face with imperceptible glow.

The chained dog, below the man’s perch, barked at something imperceptible.

Standing, the man spoke to the dog, “What do you see?”

At that the dog ceased its barking and a vague tail could be perceived to wag.

 

With a kind word.  With a peaceful heart, wisdom shut the mouth full of teeth.

What the dog perceived, moved with stealth into the obscurity from which it came.

The dog settled quietly to wait for another perception of breech to his domain.

And the man sat to marvel:

“The promise to Noah has come to me.  My sin is stronger than the teeth of my adversaries.”

“Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the earth. 2The fear and dread of you will fall on all the beasts of the earth, and on all the birds in the sky, on every creature that moves along the ground, and on all the fish in the sea; they are given into your hands. 3Everything that lives and moves about will be food for you. Just as I gave you the green plants, I now give you everything.”  (Genesis 9:)

 

So, we have victory over that which comes against us; even the stubbornness of our folly among the things of this world, even the strength of our faith in eternity, even the Promises of the Holy One.

So, the testimony of God’s majesty moves among the men of this place of testing.  So, we are without excuse.  For the very things of our standing are plainly visible to all who will desire to perceive them.  So, will all men be void of excuse!

If even this lowly and vile excuse of a Christian can see these things and understand, how much more so the righteous of God among us?  I was not, am not, and have little.  Any man can become far more than I, and this by the Grace of God in Christ Jesus His Holy Son.

Answer this question:  Why do you marvel at such things?  Why do they not swim about with gladness within your very own soul?