Common vs Holy


Among the people of this world, Christianity is considered a choice.  “So many choices.  So many variations of Truth.  And if you ask the follower of any religion whether his religion is true, what answer do you expect to get?  I will just pick something because it suits my personality.”

One will be a violent man, because he sees violence everywhere.  One will worship satan, because he has heard that there is power in evil.  One says he believes there is a God, but does nothing to find out what that God desires (That is the man’s religion).  Why should I continue to write about the other myriad of variations?  You know what they are.

And hasn’t God commanded that this is the way it will be.  The blind will remain blind.  The deaf will never hear the Holy nature of God’s Son.  All the generations of men have been this way.  So it will continue to the end.

But what are Christians commanded to do?  Do not be like the world.  Do not offer up appreciation for the foul things the world thinks are beautiful.  Did not say, along with them, “Man is innocent”.  We are to be a separate people to the Holy Living God.

As you look about you, is that what you see?  Who, among God’s people in Christ, will stand up and say no to sin and yes to the Righteous and Holy ways of Jesus?  Who, by their very life, will prove that there is a distinction between Christianity and every other variation of so-called truth?  Is the power of God given through Jesus?  Or is it just a series of words put in the right position at the right time?  If you believe that the others were justified in their selection of what they call truth, it would be good to examine whether you are a Christian.

Forsaken Owner


A vast apartment complex? No.  A trailer park a mile square?  No.  A high rise condominium in China.  No.  But over 2000 lived there at the same time.

Evicted, all of them, in a moment.  All their filth left behind.  The owner is left, for the rest of his life, to clean every room on his hands and knees.  Even the homeless are forbidden to live there again.

“Please let me go with you!  Nothing remains for me here!”  The owner begs to leave.  The answer comes from the compassionate enforcer.  “Stay here and tell everyone how I have cleaned out those detestable tenants.”

Without another word, the Savior is gone. 

They may well believe this man’s horror has come to an end.  But who will befriend him?  Who will take him into their house while he cleans what is left of his own?  Driven mad by detestable tenants, he now faces sanity and responsibility.  And he will face it alone.

Can we blame them for despising this poor wretched owner?  He frightens the children at his approach.  This conversation has nothing to do with anything but God.  He has no other trade but breathing.  To them he is fearsome, by virtue of history, and useless to the future.

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I thank God my Savior, the Holy One of the living God, for giving me this place to serve.  Cast out by my former folly, here I can add to his wonderous bounty.

Praise to the living God.  For in Christ Jesus, he even redeems such as I.

By His Grace