Such a carnival of wonderment;
Everything Man.
Glitzy things proffered by his own tiny hands.
Eye candy people milling about,
Expressing their joy with a visual shout.
“We are one! We are vibrant! We will last till we are gone! We build desires legacy, that our children might pass it on!”
Godless and happily so
They strut through the night;
Down into deep darkness
Toward that great unseen light.
Even so, Lord Jesus come.
Night or day, rain or shine, storm or tranquil afternoon; I carry within me a Spring time born of eternity. The Love of God in Christ Jesus plays out in my heart and mind without ceasing.
This love is like a musical waterfall of exquisite emotions, thoughts, doings and experiences. It’s no more a religion then the beautiful explosion of love between the young man and a woman, his new found lifelong best friend.
God’s love causes me to smell the colors of the world around me. He shows me the dance of sound in the fabric of air. Words, all words, become living creatures as the Word of Life comes near to caress with truth.
I am useless to man. The Living promise has finally caught me in an eternal embrace. I tried to pay attention to the things that matter most to men, but fail miserably and often .The beautiful patience of God stoked a fire in me to make him blessed with his desire.
All of this, and vastly more, gives me reason to ponder the definition of love among men. So very much is made of the love between a man and a woman. Books, songs, poetry, movies, and all the trinkets produced as a celebration of joy and longevity. All this commotion for something that cannot possibly last. The hurricane of reality sweeps down from the mountains to devastate the joy of first love between man and wife. Most marriages disintegrate to a bond of friendship at best. At worst, they disintegrate to nothing.
The captivating emotions of human love produce something similar to the love of God within his beloved ones. But people are people. They are everything but stable. Greed, impatience, expectations, and everything associated with self begins to ruin first love’s beauty. Eventually death takes it all away.
But how is it that so much is made of the love of man, which is so transitory, while virtually nothing is celebrated toward the love of God? The love of God simply becomes a place to cry out for help when everything we wanted falls apart.
With decades ahead of them, praise in their hand,
The young folks will seek the good of the land.
What could they know of what lay ahead;
How sorrows will drench their unkempt bed.
They’ll grow old soon enough when wisdom comes home,
When abandon comes knocking; leaving them all alone.
Everyone’s salted with fire, you know.
Oh, how paleness replaces that once youthful glow.
But who can advise those who simply won’t die,
To replace youthful lust with Eternity’s eye:
Tell them once, tell them twice, tell them three times, why more?
Your words can’t draw pictures of what lay in store.
Pray for them deeply.
Love them through Christ.
Pray they’ll live meekly.
Lest their hearts turn to ice
I present a challenge to all. It doesn’t matter how you perceive Christ. Come and convince me that anything other then the full acceptance of His Gospel is truth.
Invited is the scholar. Welcome is the agnostic. The atheists already know they have been invited openly. Invitation is extended to the religious. Let the drunkard try to compel me this way is better. Come and speak to me about finance, and how money is the end of all good things. Let the violent receive the best of House seats. Let the timid display the grandiose crown of their fear.
Regardless who you are, come and convince me.
Christ Jesus is king of heaven and earth. By His merciful grace I am his servant. It will not be me you challenge. It will be the living God in me.
Let us all either “Put up or shut up”.
Why am I making this challenge, and doesn’t it seem rather absurdly stupid? Yeah, it does.
I’m making this challenge because I am sick of watching the world decay all about me. I am sick of watching Christian cower, all the while the Living God promises strength.
By the looks of things around me, I surmise one of us is a liar. Either it is Man or it is God in Christ. You know the summation of that.
At the outset, I will admit that I know nothing about Islam, Buddhism, and whatever other religion you want to throw on the table. All I know about them is that they are false. I will speak of the gospel in Christ.
Required materials: Pack a lunch.
The fabric of heaven, his hands obediently made.
Every angel created by the love of God made manifest in Jesus.
Every act of building, from eternity to eternity;
The love of God made manifest in Jesus.
Every particle of the universe came to be by His Holy hands of obedience.
The love of God made manifest in Jesus.
Driven from the Glory of God, the father of lies succumbed.
The love of God made manifest in Jesus.
“Let us make man in our image.”
The love of God made manifest in Jesus.
Rebellion found its match, and infinitely more.
The love of God made manifest in Jesus.
So it has been, so it will ever be.
The love of God made manifest in Jesus.
And yet to come, the salvation of We!
The love of God made manifest in Jesus!
By His Grace
Like droplets of pure water,
The Truth of God rains down.
But splashing into the sea of men,
It barely makes a sound.
The roar pleasure and swirl of chaos,
Subdue it all around.
And if it rained a torrent
What would be the effect?
Would not the sea increase its height,
Its rebellion barely checked.
But from where did the ocean get its birth,
That “Salty Brine” that is its girth?
Was it not from the torrent that God set out,
To display his Glory, all round about.
But so it is and will not change;
The direction of droplets men rearrange;
To send their desire, consuming God,
Perverting their nature with all that is odd.
By His Grace
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