The platypus syndrome


A guy says, “waaaaaaaaaa!  I am of no value in my service to the Lord.  I work hard to obey but there is no fruit.  Waaaaaaaa!”

There there now.  Dry your eyes and suck up your bottom lip.  You look like a platypus in an over chlorined pool.

The Lord is faithful.  He will use your service by His wisdom.  He may provide fruit for you here.  Or he may reward you in the age to come.  Just keep on truckin.

By His Grace

As good as it gets


Most folks like a little gossip here and there.  Maybe that’s because it makes us feel good to know we are not the only stupid person in this world.  Regardless, gossip tastes pretty good.  But I hear antifreeze taste pretty good too.

People also love prophecy.  Especially if it says something about how the wicked are sure going to get theirs.  It’s kind of like the man who runs like crazy to get away from bees.  The day gets pretty good if you can outrun them.  And if while you’re running, someone tells you there is a cloud of DDT around the corner, that’s gonna put a smile on your face.  “Let em eat this!”

But not many love prophecy when it has to do with the love of God and his call to holiness.  They consider such words mundane.  To them such prophecy is like having to be a busboy at a sand cafe in the carabean.  Drolly saying, “yeah the scenery’s great ain’t it.”   He has completely lost appreciation for where he is.

Come on guys!  Is this as good as it gets

By His Grace

Peace Within the Bride


We use words to speak.  And as we speak of God we strive to be careful of our words.  The words we choose indicate a definition of what is Holy.  We will falter between one another; for which of us have arrived at His majestic throne that we make a comeback and deliver perfect words?

But let us not cease trying to deliver what is good.  And let us not despise one another for our lack of knowledge.  There is One who is good.  It is our charge to encourage one another with love.

It is wise to refrain from bickering over small things.  I understand that some will consider certain issues more valid than others.  But what do we profit if we bite and devour one another while we try to explain what is Holy?

Clothe yourself with mercy even as he is merciful.  Allow room for understanding.  As we consider ourselves right today, we may well be proven wrong tomorrow.  Withhold judgement until you see him face to face.

These things are profitable and true.  Even the one who writes them is cut.  But He is among us to heal.  There is a division, make no mistake, between His people and the godless.  But let brothers in grace agree.  Petty differences, they will destroy all.

By His Grace.

By His Grace

Trouble Will not Knock


Foster patience in all things.  Endure with a faith filled heart.  By the nature of this place of testing we are forced to encounter places of distastefulness.  Embrace them with vigor.  They have come to you, and more follow close behind.

Soon He will appear.  In all His Holy land there will be peace and the prosperity of God.  He has promised and cannot lie.  But for now, we set our hands to His holy work.  Allow transformation to dress you.  Trust and be at peace while trouble approaches.  “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”

By His Grace

By His Grace

There is no hell?


If we believe that God is just and will protect his people in accusations and destruction, why do some believe that God will not protect eternity from the same?  Though such people want justice for themselves, they deny that right to God.

“God is love.”  They say.  There is no hell.”  And so they demand a continuation of this wicked and perverse place.  How very foolish.

The Lord provides a way out now; a transformation from animal to man.  They willingly ignore righteousness, holiness, godly love, and the purity of God’s right to judge.  In their freshly minds they mock the Lord.  They have the first word.  He will have the last.

By His Grace

Hands


May the richness of this world burn against me should I desire it.  May He strike these things from my hand.  I am His.  His rod is comfort, for it is life.

Sovereign Father, by your grace which is your lovely Son, you fill my hands with purpose; till your perfect work is done.

By His Grace