Plead all you want to a heart of stone,
There’s no way it’ll ever love you.
Offer up the finer things,
Greed hates them
When they’ve lost the “new”.
No.
What’s needed here resides outside;
Strategic war,
A genocide.
Lift out the stone.
And in its place,
A heart of flesh from God replace.
It’s easy for a heart of stone
To love those things it calls its own.
But love like God’s is foreign ground.
To the heart whose beat makes not a sound.
Observation of something critically interesting.
The entire world will give honor to those who have testified for Christ and are no longer here. They called them Saints, martyrs, and all good words.
But while they are here they are despised. While they are here they are cast out. While they are here they are deprived of friendship. They are considered, in some measure, insane.
How can they magically become great people when they are no longer with us? Can the world justify this action?
“If you are of no use to us in life, we will make you wondrously useful in death.”
Profit vs prophet
Lord Jesus, Holy Father:
That you should be willing to forgive our sins as we forgive others. Such an awesome mountain of failings blown away by a breath from your nostrils. And all we have to do is humbly ask you and receive. Living out a life of thanks in the valley of penetrating knives. Just as you showed us should be done.
What incredible power to overcome that is; eternally beyond our words to describe. Not only does someone love us, but the very creator of all things!
Spoken at your birth sustained by your righteousness forever: “Peace has come to earth, and goodwill to all men” (paraphrase).
Billions thank you. Recognizing that we can’t thank you enough. And even while we thank you, doesn’t the next failing prepare.
By your display and patience you are astounding! Ceaseless and endlessly powerful is the love of God for all who call on his Holy name.
Two roads diverged, in a vast wilderness. From the womb they went separate directions. Unknown to her, the mother gave birth to a broken heart.
One was full of love and nurturing, and never ceased to be straight. As soon as it could stagger, the other road turned a crooked difference away.
Mama and her son.
From time to time the roads would intersect. But the traveler wore a knapsack full of deviance. Worn and tattered as it was, he had no intention of laying it down.
When he would come near, mama would speak with every resource she had. “I love you. Come home and love me.”
Sometimes he would stay. But he never could love his mother. Eventually he would go back on his crooked path. Eventually the flood of tears would come to mama.
Again and again and again and again, sorrow broke her heart.
The mother died alone. A few decades later, the son also died. Estranged in life, estranged in death, estranged from each other for eternity.
The horror of this story dragged on for 40 years. And the horror of the story is forever written in stone.
How many billions of times must this story be written!
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The point of the story may be hidden from most who read it. If you understood it before now you are one of the very few.
Nothing can change the will of a man to love. No words, no deeds, no pleading, no promises, no rewards, nothing. If a man will not love willingly he will not love at all.
And if anyone had told the man, “You should go home and love your mother”, he would’ve been filled with indigence. Isn’t pride lord over deviant hearts?
Isn’t this the plight of our God? So willing to embrace ALL humanity. So deeply craving to be loved, so that he can give Life. But in almost everyone, he is considered a last resort. He’s just a place of warmth, security, familiarity, food, clothing, and trinkets.
He promises eternal peace to those who love him. But like the man who could not love his mother, greed for the things she would leave him when she died is not the same as love while she was living.
There are no words I can say. There is no deed I can do. There is nothing outside of a person that can change the will of anyone to love God. We either love him or we don’t. And if we don’t we never will.
No promise of reward, no threat of destruction, no encouragement from our brothers, nothing. Salvation to glory forever rest in the will of every person. God is willing, are we?
And by this I am struck with amazement, even in myself.
“Many are called but few are chosen.”
1. Figure out what matters.
2. Apply all resources to gather the basics.
3. Eat, sleep, work, play, speak and live them constantly.
4. Expand on the basics, keeping perfection in mind, never allowing yourself to stray afield.
5. Live like you know what you know; be that professional you are sure exists.
This is how to become excellent at anything. Good, bad, wicked, ugly, beautiful, they all use the same formula.
Above everything, remember this:
Every one becomes absolutely perfect at what they do. Most succeed at being worthless. Some come close to excelling. Few continue to drive to excellence.
It is not obedience that opens the eyes.
It is not repetitive chanting
That brings the luscious surprise.
It is not among the gaggle
With whom we choose to mill about.
It is simply our believing that brings the joyous shout.
He said:
“I have a throne of Glory.
My Father makes it mine.
The joy and peace in which I live,
I desire to make it thine.
And do you doubt,
Poor wandering soul.
Take my hand,
I’ll prove to you.
I’ll take you on a journey.
To the place where all is new.
There was a pool of blood.
There was a rending a flesh.
There was a place,
An indelible race,
Wipe the tears from your lovely face.
If a man ever wanted a woman.
If a woman ever wanted a man.
How much more the living desire
from the Son of the great I AM.”
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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