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Metamorphosis

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The Lord came to his field of flowers on one beautiful spring morning.  There he saw that a thistle had grown up and was about to spread his malicious seed.  So he reached out his will and transformed the thistle to a flower.

No more malicious seeds to cast about, the thistle took note of his changed appearance.  The Lord said to him, “See how I have had mercy on you.  I had no intention to pluck you from the ground.  But I have made you as one of these, that I may have pleasure in your life”.

With his Newfound body the thistle returned his most excellent thanks.  For 3 days he worshipped the Lord who gave him the best of purpose.

On the morning of the fourth day he gathered his mind to look about him.  After his 3 days of thanks, he expected to hear “Amen” from all the flowers about him.  To his astonishment, the flowers simply swayed in the breeze.  They spent their time soaking in the richest God had provided.  But they would only, now and then, whisper a word of thanks.  But how loudly they praised one another for their beauty.

How should the thistle respond to his new-found brothers?

Well Well Now.

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A car was parked in front of the convenience store.  Sitting behind it, was a police car with his lights on.  While the policemen leaned forward to hand the man his ticket, a thief walked into the convenience store.

He robbed the clerk at gunpoint.  Then he took a nice leisurely stroll through the door to leave.  He had hardly cleared the door when the policeman shoved him to the ground. 

From the complaints the robber yelled you would think he was a law-abiding and good citizen.  With a smile upon his face, the policeman carefully and casually stuffed him into the back of his patrol car.

Would you call this thief stupid?  Perhaps there’s a hundred other words you could use.  But isn’t that what the godless are doing as they go about their lives in rebelion?

To the Christians (The People)

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Struggle to understand this:  The phrase “Politically Correct” is an oxymoron.  For God Alone is true.

See the understanding for what it is, and act accordingly.  Sin is not “OK”.

The People have been purchased.  They have become slaves of the one who holds them ransom.  A liar and thief holds them captive.  All the while he says this:  “Do as you are told and I will let you live“.  And what are they told to do?  “Call every truth a lie and every lie the truth”.  (Is it really necessary to define life?)

Pride has become God among a people who should have life, and greed has become their altar of worship.  For the sake of fruitless gain, they employ the tools of their Captor.  Have they indeed been set free?  Where is the proof?

Holy wisdom should be their guide and strength.  Instead, they turn to the wisdom of Man.  The shiny bauble of “safety” has become a hope in their eyes.  They should rather die than compromise.  Look around, is this what you see?

Silence is a noise among The People!  In all that they say, they lie.  This noise is silence for it means nothing.  It accomplishes nothing!  It is like listening to a gaggle of geese and trying to interpret their words.  For all the noise they make, they say nothing.  They flap their wings and make great gestures of command.  But they sing the song of Chaos.

With the point of a sword against their throat, The People are commanded to utter lies.  See how happily they obey.  See how they agree with a wisdom that is no wisdom at all.

You have been set free.  Shall you then join these people as if you are kidnapped?  Why do you stand still with fear when the door is wide open?  Your Ransom has been paid.  Why then do you still speak like a goose?

See this for what it is.  Now be bold and point it out!   Now be strong, and be set free!

Love -VS- Fear

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Love has a name.  So does fear.  The first is referred to as Light.  The second is utter Darkness.  Where there is no light, the darkness muses like a toxic fume.  But even a lantern can dispel enough for a man to work.

Food for thought.

Lessons From Creation

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Will you do as the world demands, “Cast the past away”?
Will you join with them in the frenzy of NEW?

When it comes to explaining the person you are,
What, under heaven, will you do?

Take a lesson from creation.
Abandon that fruitless libation.
Visit that place where your roots dug in deep.
See all your sins . . .
And weep.

Now Look to Him;
The Great Wondrous Dawn!
Look to the place
Where your horror is gone.

What is Christ to us?
The Eternal Great Hope,
Toward which we long.

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What is the heat of summer to me?

The cold of winter cannot freeze.

Winds will blow and threaten me.

Calm presides my royalty.

What sounds I’ve heard.

Nests of little birds.

Moss and bugs to me absurd.

I stand my ground unnerved.

At dawn I wave to light yet born.

Come color me, Eternal Morn.

“Wake with me, sleep to scorn.

And stand your ground with darkness torn!”

The Sad Songs, Sans-Joy

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THE SAD SONGS:

Listen to the pace and the melody of a sad song.  As far as I can tell, I am not educated in music, all the notes are arranged in minor scale.  I suppose there’s a technical name for that, but it escapes my mind.  For it escapes my desire to learn.

It is a melody slow and deliberate.  It is a melody that defies dance.  It is more a melody of atrophic limbs.  It is not a melody that gives our legs that leap you see in those who are presently joyful.  It is far more a malady to our body than a melody.

But the soul.  The soul stands still.  The eyes of the soul are not shut, while its ears listen attentively..  It looks around with longing.  It looks around for eternal hope.  The soul sings along with sighs and groanings, imperceptible to the ears and eyes of man.  And if it could be heard, Man would not understand the sounds.

The response to sad music is in full light of God’s eyes.  No man can see that response.  No one dances lightly down the street to a dirge.  They plod along with careful steps.  Introspection, for a time, is their king.  Balancing their lifeless frame atop helpless hips.

From point A to point B, that is their only need.  Sadly and deliberately, we live in point A.  Point B is too far removed from our perception even in the best of days.  How much farther when trouble attends our every waking moment?

The sad song is not the solution.  It is a manifestation of the symptoms.  Christ is the solution, my friends.  He is the One who watches for the broken hearted.  The joyful often elude his sight, even while they receive his sustaining.

Are you broken hearted?  Then listen to a sad song and let your souls eyes look up.  From the hills comes to Redemption.  Upon the Great Hills is the glistening White Hope.

By His Grace.