Consider the Lord Jesus.
From the beginning the Living God spoke Living words.
This is the Lord Jesus, the Christ of God.
He IS.
Consider His testimony among us. Faithful,
He IS.
His crucifixion is not what He was.
He IS.
The machine of our sin had no hold on Him. From the Living God,
He IS.
Of the Living God,
He IS!
God is permanently first. Those who earnestly seek his lovely face in Christ will be living an entirely different life.
Their life is born from heaven. It is a life granted by the Living God out of his mercy in Christ Jesus and for His own purposes.
It is a life lived by the rules of heaven. It is a human heart that aches for home. For them, the voice of the Spirit of God overrides society’s supremacy.
Outwardly, they are like any other human. Inwardly, the violence of the war within them evades description. The end of their war will come the moment they can tear off their flesh and ascend to the home they desire so deeply.
They cannot define peace like the world defines peace, they cannot have tranquility here. Tranquil, to them, is the promise of God.
21. When Enoch had lived 65 years, he fathered Methuselah. 22. Enoch walked with God after he fathered Methuselah 300 years and had other sons and daughters. 23. Thus all the days of Enoch were 365 years. 24. Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him. (Genesis 5)
We are forced to ask this question, “Who does our actions and thoughts say we are?” The answer is already in the hand of God the Father.
How many even ask the question, comparing themselves to the expectations of Christ?
Close your eyes. Imagine that your house is perfectly clean. Keep them closed long enough, imagine hard enough, and when you open them you will believe it is clean. Imagination is powerful enough to destroy reality.
Imagine that you are a Christian. Keep your eyes closed to the reality of the things you do. And when you open your eyes, before The living God's Christ, you will believe that you have been a Christlike one all your life.
How many live their religion in the realm of imagination? The sunrise is not imaginary. Neither is the Son, nor He in us.
This is what I am learning from God.
No religion of man will produce the key to the front door of God’s house. At best it can only bring us to within sight of His Holy Mountain (perhaps even a rise in the ground at the foothills). This is also true of altered Christianity.
We should not be deceived by our own mind; NOTHING inhabits the things of God’s land but the things of God. Utter truth and perfect sobriety are the consuming joy of Christ’s kingdom.
Anything other than Christ is nothing more than a passing dot of a shadow in a darkened place. Life is Life. Everything else is death.
Even those who make a religion out of telling others about these things will find their religion has an end. Evangelism and prophecy will not save us. It can only lead others to such as this post. For the day will come when no one will say to his neighbor “Know ye the Lord”. All things will be revealed to all God’s creatures.
Let’s stop drinking our own fermented opinions. May we sober up.
Learn with me. On what are you placing all your hope? Have you examined your religion; those things you are doing because you think they please God?
Two women were complaining about all the Bible billboards down south. One said she was tired of being inundated about sin, Jesus, and condemnation. She made some remark to excuse herself for being callous to the words. Something like, “I know the gospel is important, I’m just tired of it being in my face all the time”. Surprisingly, her friend agreed.
Are you tired of hearing about God? You might want to get used to it. He owns eternity, you know. And the conversation about his glorious Son Jesus is never ending. Such people as those women are not likely to have a good time.
I don’t know what value this is. Maybe it’s only valuable to me; to let my heart speak the words.
What is Christ to me? He is a painful love. Yet, it’s not that he is painful but that I am from destruction.
I see his love. I feel his love. I strive, with everything I have, to do his love. Yet the culture of the place where I am from often interferes with peace.
The pain is not because of his love. Pain does not come from there. It comes from the store house of memories; wrapped around every thought like a leaching vine on a dying tree.
I remember I did this to someone. I remember I failed to recognize someone else’s pain. Missed moments. Murderous moments. Distracted by selfishness. Wasted times, Times spent trying to survive, encased in a body full of greed.
Sigh. So it is. But I would rather live this horror, with his love as my target, than to spend another moment living that useless life I have come to regret so deeply.
Let this be an apology where no words can repair. Let this stand as a testimony to true Christianity.
The Spirit of God calls, provokes, leads, and encourages toward what is holy. The unholy part of me must succumb. And I am gratefully thankful to my God that his promise is to destroy the destroyer. He is the rock upon which we are broken. Yet woe to those upon whom it falls, for they shall be utterly ground to powder.
Be glorified Holy Father, for the work of Your own hands in the souls You have chosen to love.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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