You’ve seen it in the movies, how someone is running away from a crumbling building. For the sake of theatrics, they always manage to miss the last piece by inches.
Isn’t life like that? What we build always seems to fall apart. But by some fortunate circumstances, we are always inches ahead of the last falling peace. The noise, the dust, the sparks that fly, they are always behind us, or just brushing our shoulders.
But just as curiously, there is collateral damage. Many are caught in the wake of catastrophe from our mistakes and mishaps. And we, ourselves, are victims from the work of countless hordes of fools. Death is the place where we emerge from the smoke and dust.
I wrote a poem called “Sorrow”. The poem is the offspring of this realization. With all sincerity, I desire that death should come. Let it come and put an end to this catastrophic event called “My life”.
I don’t desire death because I’m lazy. I desire death because of Jesus. (The very same reason I’m still living.) I desire death that there may finally be peace in the place where all I could bring was horror. I desire death that his work may find completion.
How precious then are these words he has led, inspired or incited me to write. Though they cause upheaval, it is for the better of every soul. And as I have written before, as long as I live here these words remain concealed.
They are concealed because of the pride of Man. As long as he can attribute an errant human to these words, he will not find them nor seek them out. But take away the man and the legacy sprouts wings. “He was ten feet tall. He was the epitome of muscle and brain. His heart was forever in the right place. He was a saint among us!”
How wrong they will be. But how useful is their error. May God be glorified in Jesus His, Holy and Righteous Son for the sake of what He has done in this fool.
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Loyalty Supreme!
For reasons only known in heaven, God began a creation. He spun with Invisible thread, creating something from absolutely nothing.
A Blackness was born in The Kingdom of Light. He speckled the Blackness with fiery balls. Appearing from nothing were little places of special interest. They were darkened little globes that we’re not like the fires at all.
Imagine, if you can, the wonder of the angels as they did the bidding of their Father. And their wonder kept expanding. The work went on for a very long time.
Every item in the darkness was placed precisely where The Father said to put it. Joy and wonderment filled all Heaven as the creation took shape before their very eyes. It was an intricate dance of tiny objects, all floating in the blackness. A precise ballet of love. Every item spun precisely around another.
Then, amazement upon amazement, God spoke a word unheard before. “Let us create Man in our image”. Adam, he was called. The meaning of the word is “First Blood”.
In his hands, The Holy Word of God began the work of The Father. A handful of dust took shape. An unspeakable perfect work of art lay on the ground. “Let the Breath of Life enter.” The man’s breath began. His eyes opened. And from a perspective only capable in this creature of dust, he saw his surroundings for the first time.
Love and joy filled the servants of God as they were Witnesses to this amazing Work. Unquestioning, innocent obedience bore the fruit the Living God intended. And now they would watch that same obedience flow through the blood of this creation.
Blood! The first of its kind. Never before was there a creature with such exquisite limitation. How unspeakably beautiful was the work of The Father. What great tender care was given to their new brother.
But press forward in time with me. Witness the history of decay. See the frustrated Beauty become ragged edged and hideously vile. Read the history of man in the Bible and weep.
Look at the horror which we have become. Not only have we murdered the love of God, we joyfully toss him in the cesspool of unbelief. And the people despise anyone who speaks His Holy Name.
Dare to tell me that God has no right to destroy his enemies of this filthy place!
But this is not the end of the story, for amazement fills the servants of God still. As by that same innocent obedience, they reach into the Blackness of sin and create a people of light.
For now, the tiny lights glow in the Darkness. But the day will surely come when the darkness will be swallowed up by the place from which it was created. That which is abhorrent to man will rule with Christ for eternity.
Something from nothing became blackness. But something from Blackness will become dazzling, bright and brilliant Lights of Life.
Join in the building celebration; the Symphony of redemption is a beautiful song, being played by those who love Him. And the Beautiful song is played against the backdrop of hisses, boos jeers, wailings, screams, and violent intent. Make all the noise you want, you hideous creatures of hatred. Your silence is moving toward you now.
I will love the God who made me! I will adore the one who fashioned me from nothing! Stand with me or not, what difference can it possibly make?
By His Grace.
The Rift
“To all perfection I see a limit, but your commands are boundless.” (Psalm 119:96)
All of them were right. Every one of them gave his testimony; with what words they had, they described what they saw. Chaos exploded before their very eyes. Reality appeared then vanished.
A car accident, in full view of many witnesses. Differing statements were taken. And the question is asked in retrospect, how can so many variations of witness exist?
It is because there is a difference between believing and seeing. It is because there is a difference between the imagination and true perspective. When what we believe comes into view, we find we do not have the words to describe it.
For a split second a rift opened between the peace of man and the truth of God. For a split second the reality of eternity displayed itself before their very eyes: “If man continues on that destructive path, bodies will be exploded where they live”.
Yes.
The Incarnation of the Word of Life
1 “That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched—this we proclaim concerning the Word of life. 2 The life appeared; we have seen it and testify to it, and we proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the Father and has appeared to us. 3 We proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you also may have fellowship with us. And our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son, Jesus Christ. 4 We write this to make our joy complete.”
Amazement Thus Beckoning
I will speak of myself, for it is impossible for me to know the heart of anyone who might read this. I do not want to give confidence where it is not warranted. But I find desire within me to encourage those things that warrant encouragement. And I desire to share a mutual amazement.
When I ponder the Glory of Christ within me, I am astounded. That I should contain the Gospel of the Glorious and Eternal God! That I should not be tossed about by all the rumors regarding him. But that I should know the Holy and Living God in Christ Jesus his Righteous and Holy Son.
When I think of the billions who have died without this knowledge, I am amazed that this man should understand. I say “knowledge”, knowing that it is only in small portion. And the same is true of the word “understand”. But that there is a seed in me is undeniably true. And the joy of this knowledge goes far beyond words to express.
There are many who hold what they say is the Gospel, yet are thoroughly hard-pressed to give account of themselves. This too, adds to my amazement. Not that they are at all amiss, but that I should know the truth. In this great joy there is no room for judgment or comparison! Oh that I could live this way all my days!
For the glory of Christ! Again, for the Glory of Christ! These words are placed prominently for the Glory of my Lord.
Let all the world hear. Let all the world be told. I will not shrink back into the sea of men. I cannot, for he sustains me in “The Way”. No enticement shall bind me! No tears of beckoning shall sway me. Such things have no hope of any Life. They are like the useless tapping of bird’s feet on my roof.
Can you agree with these things? Do you find proof in your soul that the Living God has come to you with all his Glorious Promises? Then say “Amen” full of thanks, for the willingness to obey which lives in you with endless strength.
I do not need to perceive your agreement. Who am I that I should demand any such thing from any man? But render your agreement and thanks to the Living God in his Holy Son. And let what is unseen receive what is rightfully his.
Let us all go to the Holiest Holy of Holies. Let us spread our soul before the Light and Life of all creation! There, in that place, let us render to God what is God’s. There, in that place, we shall be as one. There, in that place, we shall be at peace and unity.
He has spoken, there are far fewer of his people than those who are destined to destruction. But do not think I say such a thing with malice, or boasting. For I have not received this joy because I am a righteous man. It is God’s mercy to teach us these things, and to cause us to become his children. And anyone who desires this place I have described, is welcome to come share in the things of joy.
Are you a filthy person? That need not remain your case. All you need to do is believe that God’s Holy Son is Glorified in the very presence of the Most High God.
But in the beginning of your transformation, do not believe the weakness of lies; those words which tell you that belief is the end of your responsibility. There are many who have gone out of Christianity. They spout such a weak expectation. And sadly they have destroyed millions.
If you are to receive this joy, it will require you to agree with the Holy Lord in all that he commands you to do. You cannot be his, and remain bound by the things for which you are now ashamed. He will grant you release but you must receive it. If you are to attain this joy you must become his disciple.
But indeed come, all who will! Come and share with us in this scourging from men! See how they hate you, they do not love you! They only love the things they can take from you. They only love you in that they may debase you and use you for no good purpose. Why would you willingly submit to such things?
See how boldly his children proclaim their love for him. See how fearless they are. Yet you can see how full of fear your soul remains. Why would you not desire freedom?
By His Grace
Words From There 