Waiting for the baby;
The baby yet unborn.
The nursery,
White and glistening,
The future place of home.
Expectant siblings pace about,
Doing all they know to do.
Arms aching,
Ready,
Reaching out,
To embrace the likes of you.
Emerging like your brothers,
With joy,
You’re ushered in!
To spend forever
Dressed in white,
And loving none but him.
(For the children of the Lord)
Don’t look at the bum. Look at the man. Look past his position in society. Look past the dirt and a shame. Look past the isolation. Look past the potential violence. See the child who desires love.
Don’t look at the Fashion, pretty hair, makeup and elegance. Look at the woman. See the precious little girl she still is. See how she is caught up in what she was taught; the lie of seduction. Help her see that what she has learned is not helpful; love her as a soul.
Don’t look at the flashing smile, rehearsed gestures, pretty words and promises. Look at the man who says he’s a politician. In his place, the tools of his trade are lies. But he is still a little boy.
Don’t listen only to the religious words a man speaks. Look at the man. Full of misunderstandings, he strives to master the unknown. Help him do so with you in mind. Then, benefit comes to both.
Why do we refuse to judge rightly? Why are we so lazy that we receive the veneer without thought? Love is not that willingly blind. Why do we refuse the eyes that God is so willing to give?
Help where we can. Correct where we must. In all things, let our minds be directed by the Holy will of God. Then our judgments can stand the test.
Don’t look at your accomplishments, no matter if they’re religious or secular. Look at the man and weep. Yet do not judge before the appointed time. Assess with the sobriety of Christ. Leave room for Life. Forever, you will be nothing more than a baby.
Judge all things with eternity in mind.
“THINK ETERNITY!” Think love. Do what it says! Become the people you say you are.
The Morning News tells me about you;
The things you did last night.
You shot a gun.
And now you’ve won
Fame’s blazing white bright light.
You’re quick on your feet.
Eyes, sharp as a knife.
Fingers that blur with deft speed.
But that’s all there’s to ya;
A vibrant young body.
A brainless intent t’ward pride.
The flash of your “best” is gone in a moment.
And now on t’ward hell you will ride.
But wasn’t that your destination,
Before all this began?
Your life’s no more than vomit;
Just reeking up the land!
A baby’s dead,
You cursed spry man!
There! Rest your frame tonight.
You have murdered your peer.
And you thought you were a man.
I watched out the upstairs window, at a Blue Jay and a Robin. “How cute.” I mused. “They are waiting their turn with a piece of bread.”
But a piece of bread does not flutter when a bird lifts its head from pecking. It was the Robin’s baby!
For a moment, she took her eyes off her love. The Blue Jay took opportunity. Now the baby languishes toward death, while the mother watches from a small distance. Helpless to hope. Lacking in size and talent to fight back. Unable to morn. Yet unable to look away.
I looked immediately for relevance to humanity, Christianity, and the nature of Spiritual reality. “How does this apply to us?”
I remembered my thoughts in the shower. “diligence gives life. Slothfulness invites death.
Men love to play, rest, relax and be slothful. Every man either fights against it, or he gives in rather often. “What’s the matter with just hangin out?” Everything is wrong with just hangin out!
A buzzard is a fright filled animal. He loves peace and tranquility. Yet when hunger comes, he must embrace a certain elevated level of stress. He hates it. But it’s a necessity.
Demons are much the same. They hate righteousness. They love peace and tranquility. They are sloth amplified. So when they come across someone just hangin out, they look with intense interest. “Is he dead to God? Or is there still some faith left. Will he agree with my wicked and unholy desires? Or will he balk at suggestions?” If you agree with their enticements, they will consume you.
In my 60 years, I’ve learned that diligence produces peace and tranquility. When things are in order and finished, there is a time to hang out. But you won’t find diligent people hanging out to play games till sun up. They will be tired and ready for rest.
Yet they will take the time to pray; that precious sacrifice of “last hour of strength”. They will have busied themselves all day with things that matter, taking care of the charge before them. They will not have even caught the eye of demons. And, when their day is done, they will ask the Lord of Life to watch over their unconscious mind. They are diligent to the core. And they will LIVE.
Rest, peace, play and slothfulness will murder you. Those who love you will watch with mute horror, as you are devoured by wicked behavior. Your house will become a trash heap of useless dribble. And life will elude you all your days.
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In our walk with Jesus we continue to encounter different places of experience with Him. And, though this isn’t the first time I’ve had that impression, I’ve come to realize a “new” place for me. I suppose this place I’ve reached is not new to many. But it’s fairly new to me.
I’m coming to a firm knowledge that He has caused me to desire what is eternally good. It’s not that I can do everything we’re suppose to do as Christians. But there is a consistent desire within me to reach out for the “best” I can attain. While even the “reaching out” is as a baby staggers in its first few steps, the desire is much like that of a baby who finally realized it can walk. Though the baby will fall often and hard. There is absolutely no “give up” in the baby’s mind or heart.
The Lord has placed within me that specific lack of give up. And He has replaced hopelessness with desire. It’s this desire that will become the engine for the greater things the Lord has in mind for me. We are His. And over time He makes that very plain.
By His Grace.
One gets wrinkly and prepares to go home. Even while another is born with a skin of rubber preparing to run the race.
By His Grace.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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