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Conspiracy

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Coast to Coast AM

Coast to Coast AM (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I drive at night.  And just to stay awake I often listen to the am radio talk shows.  I’ve found I can’t listen long anymore.  The things they talk about are so amazingly incomplete.

There is a show that comes on quite late called “Coast to Coast”.  The format is anything having to do with paranormal.  One time the host was asked for calls from people who had stories of paranormal activity.  He took a call from a Christian woman who talked about the relationship between Jesus and His people.  The host said that he was looking for “paranormal” stories and that Jesus was not paranormal.  I laughed and shut him off.  What he was looking for was demon activity.  He had no interest in God.

But last night I turned it on for a while to get something to think about.  There was a man talking about a movie about mars.  I confess I didn’t care about what he was talking about so much as to get something to rant about as I drove through the night.  He was spouting something about conspiracy.  And something occurred to me that he would not really appreciate.

Let’s say he discovered a conspiracy of weapons or energy that was being used against mankind.  What then?  Let’s say he chased his discovery to the end and had those arrested who were plotting against us all.  What then?  40,000 others would move into the vacuum left by those arrested.  So he is wasting his entire life chasing after something futile.  He might claim that he saved mankind from some terrible problem.  But he hasn’t done a single thing to curb the onslaught of wickedness.

And this is what I came away with last night.  If such men, as those who search after weird little thoughts, would concern themselves with a certain conspiracy they would go a lot farther in helping man.   There is a conspiracy that does warrant attention.  And this conspiracy gets horribly little attention.  There is a conspiracy of rebellion in the world.  It is first a rebellion against the God who made us all.  We naturally hate His rule among us.  And for the second point,  this rebellion is destroying the entire world.   Billions have already received their eternal sentence of separation from the Living God.  And the tide of death is not stemmed yet.   Now, if he spent his entire life chasing and exposing that rebellion, he would really be doing something worth while.

 

Sealed Forever

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Jacob Matham’s engraving after Sebastian Vranc...

Jacob Matham’s engraving after Sebastian Vrancx’s The Rich Man at the Table and Lazarus at the Door (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A wicked man was beating a Christian.  Afer he had vented considerable injury to the Christian, so that the Christian was near death, the wicked man suffered a fatal heart attack.  He had allowed his wrath to overtake his heart’s ability to sustain his hatred.   In just a few moments the Christian also died.  Silence was all that remained of them in this place of testing.

The next noise the Christian heard was, “Welcome home My good and faithful servant.  Come share in My Father’s Kingdom.”  But when the wicked man woke he realized that the object of his hatred was now in the company of God.  Full of the same hatred he had at death, he challenged God.  With spit leaking from his lips he screamed, “That one belongs to me!  Give him back!  I am by no means done beating him!  You have no right to what is mine!”

Guess what happened next.

Folly Plays a Game of Chess

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Folly?

Folly? (Photo credit: Bobbytee)

Wisdom and Folly sat down on the lawn; a great green carpet for a great white house.  They had come together to play a game of chess in the warm spring air.  Greetings were exchanged and pleasant words were spoken.  The sun warmed, so very gently, while they sat through the first game.  Folly had won and was pleased with himself.  Wisdom had lost that game.  Yet, joy was the noise that attended them both just the same.

Another round played and wisdom had lost.  Now folly thought well of himself.  Afternoon drifted by with cheering speech loft.  The sun watched intently, both of them having a grand old time on the lawn of that grand old white house.

Six games in all rattled pieces of marble, as they cordially spent a fine day.  “How beautiful it is when good friends gather”, said folly.  And wisdom, with cheer, could to agree.  Six games had been played and folly had bested his new friend every one.  Though some games were close and tension teased folly, the wins made his spirit stand tall.

Evening drew near and it became very clear that the sun was about to retire.  Wisdom thanked his new friend and spoke well of a joy to have played such a worthy opponent of fire.  Folly grinned broadly with eyes sparkling glee;  “I have had such a wonderful day!”  While gladness embraced them, folly rose up to leave, while wisdom remained to put the sun to bed.

Sweet to the heart is a beautiful sunset.  How lovely to do what is good.  Like flight to a Condor, effort not taken.  And height provides a safe rest.

Folly’s steps home danced upon feet without weight.  He had proved himself a man of great mind. In his heart folly gave thanks that his parents had raised such a good man.  There is marvelous joy in accomplishing a good name.  He would surely pass on a grand legacy.  And he would sleep well tonight, for his children would prosper in the way of their father!

Wisdom arose when the sun’s eyes finally shut.  His heart held a firm knowledgeable joy.  He had done what was right and allowed loss to win; knowing the game was a front for the better of both.  He had bested his friend in love’s ways.

As he entered the great white house he passed a small table.  Upon which lay trophies for the game played in the sun.  The trophies appeared to wisdom in the corner of his eye as he passed.  And a smile imperceptible was there, then was gone.

All next day was the ranting great cheer, which folly’s delight held so dear.  Great praise was addressed, and openly taken in ear.  Boast and praise went up like a song all through the day.  All among them performing what was good and expected for such friends so dearly bonded, and wise with gentle cordiality.  Counsel was given and heads nodded “yes”.  Oh how bright the eyes of students can be when they are hungry for what is offered.

Yet wisdom perceived no memory of loss.  Not one flea of sorrow pestered him. Never alone, his two feet took him, “there”.   What is good has just got to be done.  And the new day demands the tender work, heart and hand.  About and about.  Another labor of love to be found, lest the sun sleep in peace all alone.

The Fickle Finger of Accusation.

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What does it take for Christians to live in peace with one another?  Look at the divisions among us, each believes this, and each believes that.  What utter foolishness.  Men have divided scripture until there is little place left where a man might know he has found the body of Christ.

Ok.  I’m not so stupid as to advocate a reuniting of the branches of the family of Christ.  I won’t live long enough to argue with the present believers, let alone those children who will come of age and believe what they were taught.

But there are certain solid and indisputable items of The Faith which can be agreed.  And there are fringe differences which might be argued to the profitability of all.  And it is those fringe differences which bring us all the closer as we argue them between us.

Only, let us be careful to keep such bantering behind closed doors.  Those who hate us will surely point to the subtle differences and proclaim, “They can’t agree between themselves!  How can we trust that they have anything worth examining?”

We who are not afraid to encounter a subtle difference in belief find great strength appears after defending our position.  Both walk away satisfied that they have been heard.  And such issues have no lasting impact on the love we have for one another.  But in the hands of those who hate the Lord, such things become a fire and restraint for those who are trying to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

What am I saying here?  Why did I post this?  I posted this to point to one element of humanity that has caused untold sorrow and death.  The pride of man has crept into the Church from the beginning.  And each generation raises up its own brand of pride.  Drop it!  Ask yourself if you would be willing to stand before the Holy Throne of the Most High God and point at your brother with an accusing finger.  Then if you’re still willing to do that for a subtle difference in belief, are you willing to receive the judgment of God for accusing your brother?

Just thinkin this through.  I’m done now.  I think I’ll go get another coffee.  Man!  I think I might have sprained a finger typing this too fast……………

“I Did It!”

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Do you have a prayer to pray?  Is there a task needing done that is too much for you?  Are you overcome with the requirements of life?  Then take heart, you’re not alone.

Does the carpet need vacuuming?  And you find that you can’t find the strength or will to go do it?  Then do this small task:  Get up from where you are.  Walk over to the place where the

Carpet.

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vacuum is stored.  In this small task (something easily done) you have approached the cleaning of the carpet.  What was too much for you a moment ago is nearing completion.  And, let’s be frank here, since you’ve come this far why not reach out and take hold of the machine.  Draw it to you and out of storage.  Push or carry it to the carpet needing cleaned.  Now reach out your hand and grasp the cord.  Remove it from its place.  Walk over to………. oh I know you understand what I’m saying here.

Let’s approach the life Jesus has called us to in the same manner.  There is no need to say anything more on this.

Peace Offering from the Trench of War.

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I have been thinking of how this blog is rather unwelcome to so many.  I’ve thought about the firm stance I take against sin with the words I post.  And I’ve been thinking of how strongly I agree with what God has said regarding the sinfulness and utter wickedness of all man’s desires.  While it is possible to come to many conclusions about this, it’s not really that hard to narrow them down to less than a handful.   I’ve come to a certain conclusion that is quite undeniable.  I suppose, like any man, there are other conclusions to be unveiled as time goes by.  But this one sticks out quite clearly.

If worse comes to worse and Christians are asked to endure the kind of treatment as we did at first in Rome, who would you want to be your cell mate?  Would you want a “nice” person who gets along with everyone, smiles all the time, changes position of crucial issues when the winds of society blow from a different direction, and who has never made up their mind regarding the command, “Be holy, for I am Holy.”?  Or would you want someone who has allowed himself to become a stench in the noses of those who love the wickedness of the world.

I know that my words are often irritating, abrasive, coarse, and without the pleasant tone of two friends who meet for coffee in an upscale restaurant.  But I know who I am.  I know who I must be, because of where I have been and where I see us all heading.  And I know that I am not alone.  Who are you?  Are you ready to endure the test as they were forced to endure in the beginning of the Church?  Are you prepared?   Are you even preparing.  Just questions to provoke introspection with a godly eye.  I make no slanderous remarks about anyone who reads this.  I’m just providing a spark of thought about what is radical vs socially acceptable and pleasing to man.

One thing the readers of my posts don’t know is who I was.  I could make a list that you would have to hide from the children, regarding what I’ve done and who I was before Jesus lifted me into what I am becoming today.  Just accept this:  Short of having actual human blood on my fingers, I have committed every possible sin.  I was outcast from the most wicked among us.  Yes, I was that bad.  Do you expect someone with such a view of humanity to be a soft cuddly little Christian?

Now, I agree with God regarding the wickedness of man.  And, brothers and sisters, I would gladly sit in a putrid filthy cell with you and sing praises to the Lord God, our Great King and Redeemer.  Don’t mistake my demeanor for a lack of love.  There is a love which protects with a violence.  Don’t we call them soldiers?

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The Lord has shown me what I am in the sight of man and in His sight.  In no way does He degrade me for what was posted here.  But one thing that needs said is this:  This is not a licence to attack without specific cause.  I hear what He has said to me.  And He had sent a Lady of His chosing to confirm this to me.  May He grant me the wisdom to recognize a battle from an oportunity to teach.  Amen.

Amen.