Some people say this world will never end. They say all we have to do is take care of the planet.
But it just struck me how many divisions there are in this world. This is my restaurant, this is my store, this is my state, this is my football team, this is my……
I’m so tired of being witness to such a deluge of divisions.
A house divided cannot stand.
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.
I remember the old challenge of the schoolyard bully, “Are you calling me a liar” (That was said to me many times). The only thing you could say and possibly avoid a beating, was nothing.
If your answer was no, you let him live without any repercussion. He smelled weakness already. You were going to get your butt beat. If you said yes he found justification to do the same thing.
But the school yard is no detainment facility for bullies. They graduate and move on into life. I see them everywhere. I even see reasonable people use their tactics. It doesn’t matter: their social upbringing, their age, or what possible justification they might imagine. People will vent their hatred on anything they don’t understand. And they absolutely abhor any other man telling them they’re wrong.
Let anyone challenge homosexuality and the challenger becomes a putrid stench. Regardless what the godless say in response, they use the same challenge. “Are you calling me a liar?”
This is their time. Isn’t it? They get to plot and rant and rave about everything wicked. And there’s nothing any of the so-called weak can do about it. Fine. It’s your party.
Honestly I look so forward to leaving this place forever. Jesus has put in me a desire for truth. I wouldn’t have desired truth but the Lord had mercy to grant me that wisdom. I yearn to leave behind these stupid idiotic challenges, in which neither side can win.
Yes the bully injures himself every single day he draws breath. But he also spreads his venomous and innocuous “pride” to everyone he meets.
Look and see how he is praised for challenging truth. “What a grand and brave soul to come out of the closet against the Most High God (and the people who love the Lord). See how immensely he is praised. I yearn to praise the Living God’s Holy Son.
How I wish the entirety of America would respond to the following question:
Why do you celebrate Christmas if you have no intention of serving the living Holy and Righteous Son?
In every religion of man there is an element of what can be called peace. Even among the seculars there is a place where men call themselves peaceful. But the peace they proudly wave about is more passivity for the sake of gain.
Today I read a small story in the news about how many Islamists are saying their religion teaches peace.
I am not a scholar. I am not an authority on Islam. And I am no one. But to hear them say such things appears to me to be ridiculous.
The fear of beheading can cause a man to live a relatively peaceful and subservient life. The fear of a law that takes off one’s hand or arm or leg, this can cause a man to live a relatively peaceful life among his brothers.
But from what I know about the laws of Islam it is not a peaceful religion at all. It is a body of laws regulated by fear. There can be no peace among people who fear the eyes of one another.
Don’t the secular people do the same things? Don’t they fear one another’s eyes to the point that they desire to live in peace? Their god is the dollar bill and fame. But the construct of their worship is based on fear.
I would have believe the words of the Islamist who spoke those things if he had used the word passive. “Our religion teaches passivity.” Yes I would have believed that.
In this world of utter chaos and greed, there can be no peace. The peace that Jesus teaches comes from a war within the man.
I may have written this without knowledge. It may be a jumbled mess of words. But I’m sick and tired of hearing people use God to support their inactivity toward what is true peace.
Just for the sake of clarity I’m going to leave this as it is. It’s just one man speaking his own mind in a din of futile conversation.
From the beginning man has said to God, “Stay out of our affairs!”
From the beginning God has said to man: I will come and gather what is rightfully Mine. I am Life. Your entirety belongs to me. You will certainly appear before me to give account for every word and deed you have done.
You will have your way for now. Go head. Do whatever pleases you. Support this or that. Respect or disrespect the Living God. Your god is money. You won’t be able to buy your way out of this one.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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