Is Repetition Valuable


In our personal religion (that is to say, out response to what we know of God) there is an element of repetition. This repetition is necessary, by virtue of our state of affairs. But do we have room to receive something vastly beyond our petty repetition?  

By the use of the word petty, I don’t mean that we are being childish (or even foolish and useless) in our repetition.  


What I mean is that the way we perceive things is always shrouded by chaos and death. We may be doing well with what we have; those things we really understand correctly. But I’m convinced there’s something greatly more, and I’m convinced that it’s right to be so convinced.  


I guess the question is this, “Is our religion designed so that we can be heard in Heaven? Or is it designed to hear what comes from the God who is absolutely life?” If our religion doesn’t give birth to the second, can it really be valuable?

The Difference


The one who loves 
God’s Holy Son, 

Receives 

The glaring 

Difference.  


Accused without,

Accused within,

Accused by doubt,

His strength is in

A Heaven borne  Surety:

The Hope from Him.  


AMEN!


No longer is he dressed 

As those 

From whom he came, 

As is supposed.  


But now his heart sees better things;

A Raging land where Truth is King.  

A land where lies are not allowed.  

Where all old ways are disavowed.  


A Jealous hand has dressed him so. 

Sealed strong with promise, 

“I’ll not let you go”.


And so,


The echo sounds within his soul.  

As better things he’s seen.  

Yet through his loving urging,

He’s only seen as mean.  


As one step leads 

To the next one planted,

From love to love 

His heart is challenged.  


To speak?  

He must. 

To do?

He’s thrust.  

By virtue of 

Grand Love Within.  

No opposition’s 

Strong enough,

To lightly challenge Him!  


“Forgive them,

For they do not know

The damage that they do.  

Though all day long

We sing Your song.  

It’s not us they hate. 

It’s You.”



Heavenly Ultimatum, The Eaternal Litmus Test


What does this mean do you? How do you interpret it.  

I’m just asking the question. I don’t want to know what the answer is.  


32 “Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. 33 But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven.


34 “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. 35 For I have come to turn


“ ‘a man against his father,

    a daughter against her mother,

    a daughter-in-law against her

         mother-in-law—


36 a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’


37 “Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. 38 Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. 39 Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.


40 “Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me, and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41 Whoever welcomes a prophet as a prophet will receive a prophet’s reward, and whoever welcomes a righteous person as a righteous person will receive a righteous person’s reward. 42 And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.”

Fanatics


We pay competitors a handsome reward to abuse their bodies. For the sake of entertainment we push them to the limit.  

How many people have pulled up a lawn chair to watch the Christians struggle? The most competitive sport in the world is serving the living God’s holy son. There are billions of critics and not a penny is shed to the competitors.  


Curiously, just like people call themselves a fan of a certain team, Many will tell you they are a Christian but exhibit no ability in the sport.  


Just thought I’d add that perspective to the days thoughts.  

A Little Here a Little There


Every once in a while, mama would take me to the five and dime in Salem Oregon. We would walk through, buy a few things, and then she would take me to the tiny restaurant. I always had a hot chocolate. I was too young to remember what she always ordered. I suspect it was coffee. And didn’t she loves her coffee.  
We didn’t go there on Monday. Or any other day during the week. It was always on Saturday. But I remember when that changed. And I remember it made me happy.  

One time we went there on a Sunday! I remember the year when America broke it’s pact with the sacred day. And yes it made me happy.  

It was a small change in the fabric of America. But it was a dynamic change that introduced all these things we see today.  
They didn’t love God enough to even give him a time of rest from all their greedy pleasures. And once they took the small step, seeing he did nothing, they went on to gain more for themselves.  
I grew up despising God’s ways, just like I’d been taught. And I see how ashamed I am of the life I led. But here I am writing about the reason why America is so messed up. My testimony is that God has come to me to love me despite the things I did. And by the end of this writing you will see why that’s important.  
Every time someone turns away from God a little, a little more turning away is coming. I remember the year America turned away a little and I have seen it plummet from there. They are not finished turning away a little more. I wish I had a better word for the people of my own country. But they don’t offer any further truthful choices.  
I don’t want to leave today’s writing as if on a sour note. I want to leave a specific encouragement: return to God and he will return to you. Throw off the teachings of society and return to the things that are good.  
I know the odds. But It is right to say the following. It is not too late for America if they will strive to return to God. And isn’t this a strategic time? I have it on good authority that Donald Trump will be a just president. Justice will be his focus. What an opportune envelope of time for America to reach to the God of justice.  
As a nation we may well be finished. I can’t say I trust my fellow citizens ambitions. But I didn’t write this primarily for the nation. The primary purpose of this writing is every individual who will read it.  
What is the first and greatest commandment? Isn’t it that we should love the Lord our God with all our heart and all our mind and with all our strength and with all our will? Then we will be able to love our brothers properly. 1, 2…… not 2, 1. Get the Commandments in order. Or the chance of anything changing is nihil (A Latin word meaning nothing).  
Don’t just know about him. Come to know him. As long as we are ashamed of him he will be a shamed of us. Brothers and sisters, I assure you that matters.  

The Promise


It is not obedience that opens the eyes.  

It is not repetitive chanting 

That brings the luscious surprise.  


It is not among the gaggle 

With whom we choose to mill about.  


It is simply our believing that brings the joyous shout.  



He said:

“I have a throne of Glory.  

My Father makes it mine.  

The joy and peace in which I live,

I desire to make it thine.  


And do you doubt,

Poor wandering soul.  


Take my hand,

I’ll prove to you.  


I’ll take you on a journey.  

To the place where all is new.  


There was a pool of blood.  

There was a rending a flesh. 

There was a place,

An indelible race,

Wipe the tears from your lovely face.  


If a man ever wanted a woman.  

If a woman ever wanted a man. 

How much more the living desire

from the Son of the great I AM.”