Rather would I fall on my knees in worship in a moss encrusted building, a place which housed great saints, than to enter the polished beauty of popular elegance.
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Quiet Please
“Hey! Keep it down over there. What are you trying to do, raise the dead?” So says the social gospel to those of The Faith.
What comes back, as an answer to all?
YES I AM!
To the Proud
No man can farm more than the ground he is given. No man can perceive past what the wisdom of God has allowed. Every man then, is subject the ownership of someone else. But oh how lies and pride desire something else.
“I will be a free man! I will choose my own destiny. I will gather to myself by my own hand. I will live a free man!”
Will you now? If you will be free, what restrains you from being God? Immediately go and be the Living God. Abandon your imagination or go and be God.
Lies are all we own, if we think we are free men. If we think we own the power to choose our own destiny, then we are blind fools.
Even if a man calls a piece of fertile ground his own. Even if he knows how to plant and to grow, that he may sustain his body, the ground belongs to God. The Sun, the water, the seasons, and the wheat, all belong to God. How can you possibly be a free man, able to choose your own destiny?
“I think, therefore I am”. Descartes is said to have fallen on the most valuable of truth. But look how he qualifies “I am”. In order to “be”, he must be able to think. Is he then a free man? Was he not also subject to death?
With a proud mouth he spoke what he considered a wonderous truth. Where is he now? Where is his farm? Where is his able body and “sharp” mind? Produce him before me and I will give him aplause.
How many men balance their worth on his “brilliant” saying? How many men live their entire life encased in a lie? “I am able to choose my own destiny. I think, therefore I am! I will spit on the things of God! I will willingly despise the word holy.”
Will you now? Then produce from your great intellect, eternal life. Prove to us how great you are. Fashion your own planet on which you can live. Spin a star to grow your plants. Increase your self before us that we may perceive your great strength. And do not promise me that men will accomplish this! Do it now, if truly you are able!
You only imagine yourself as capable. You dress yourself in lies from the time you wake up until the time you sleep. The only thing you have is pride. And pride is easily shaken by a single word, “Death”.
May God be merciful to you, that you may remember my words. “You are not accountable to me. But you will certainly be held accountable to the one who has made you.”
May those words chase you down, while you wake or while you sleep. May your fortress of Lies be utterly destroyed. May sweat be your shower of cleansing day and night. May anxiety accompany your sense of great worth. May your filthy imagination become to you as a brood of Asps; that every time you reach out your hand to glorify yourself, your pride might bite you with fatal fangs. May understanding become your best and dearest friend. May humility become your daily bread. May God force you to perceive yourself as restricted under his Holy hand. And may he have mercy, that before you die, you will glorify and honor His Holy and Righteous Son.
And may the day come quickly, when I can refer to you as my brother in Christ Jesus.
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The Power of the Powerless
It is easy for men to divide themselves from those who are wicked. All it takes are codes of behavior in society, enough money to build fine neighborhoods, and lawful force to deter. Division is made, and the wicked are forced to live in squalor.
At their choosing, they can move one of their righteous to the squalor of the wicked. Or they can elevate a wicked man to a place of prominence. Why just look at the power they can wield!
But there is an abhorrent behavior (among men) which they have no power against. And oh how it galls both the righteous and the wicked to be so powerless.
They entice with money, but it does no good. They coerce with position, but it does not end well. They threaten with squalor, but the victim only smiles.
They are powerless against the Spirit of God in a man.
When a man’s soul is set on fire by God, silence is not an option. Money has no strength against the desire to glorify the Lord Jesus. And from the fire of God within, the wickedness of man is to profuce to ignore!
They may offer such a man a position among them. But they will quickly withdraw the offer when they see it has not accomplished the “beautiful” destruction.
They are not allowed to imprison him because of his words (Not today, anyway.) They are not allowed to beat him into submission. (As if that were possible.) They are not allowed to murder him. All they can do is hope God will take his servant home soon.
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Waiting for His Calling
I so look forward to the last moment I will see what man has built. The last breath of air. The last rejection of the Gospel. The last conversation regarding the things of time.
I look forward to the last expression of hatred I am forced to witness. I want to see my last sunrise. May my last winter approach me quickly. And may I pull my blankets up for the last time soon.
I still have great vigor to testify for the Glorious Lord Jesus. I still have a sound mind to reason with man. Surely there are millions who have not confronted the Gospel. And every day is simply too short to do it all.
So there is faith to build, breath to use for his beautiful sake, rejection to encounter, minutes to come and go, hatred to endure, sunrises to pronounce the end of the sweet hour of prayer, a winter, or more, in which pulling my blankets up is pleasurable.
But how I yearn, to see the face of the One who has loved me. How I yearn for eternity of real peace. How I long to see those great men of the Lord Jesus. I am anxious to meet the least in the kingdom of heaven, that I may embrace him as my brother forever.
May my time to come home appear swiftly Holy Lord. Amen.
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Piggishly Stupid
Is it too harsh to refer to men as they are? As I consider the Glory of God, and His righteousness and love. I look around me at chaos that is man.
With all my vocabulary I try to form a name for what I see. In myself, there is an animal. And by display, I see he lives in most men too. I will write here the words that seem to fit.
“Stupid pigs; rooting through the mud of humanity to find a tasty morsel. Not one of you would cry if you were not bitten. Forced into abject stupidity by ungodly desire. A worthless horde of foraging filthy pigs.”
What right do I have to speak of my fellow man in such terms? I have a right, for the pig lives in me too.
My question is, how do others not proclaim the same thing?
Pride glorifies filth. The Truth glorifies humility.
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Words From There 