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The spark of life

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Blood for the heart and thoughts for the mind, the soul is the essence of man. The soul is captive in the body with millions of silver light chords. What God has done in the making of man is unspeakably wonderous and great.

Yet break a few of the cords and the soul becomes untethered. Life within perception ceases. And the realm of man is shattered. The soul is tethered to flowing blood and the gell which is the brain. Who can fathom the mystery of life?

Let the blood stop flowing, or render a sufficient bump on the head and the essence evaporates from our perception. We would say, “The man is dead.” but we speak from fleshly eyes. For what cannot be seen is that which does not die.

The body remains among us. And even the most foolish will treat it with some measure of respect. But where is the soul? Where is the spark that once animated what now rots? Death leaves an empty tent. And the dweller has gone to his rightful place.

The simple man knows without having to be told, the soul has gone where it belongs. But the “wise” among us even doubt the soul exists. For the “wise” deny God.

With exceedingly weak words, the man of his own wisdom says, “The dead man has become memory and lives with us forever.” What a foolish thing to say for men who cannot remember what they did yesterday. And we will not add the things you did not know about the man who is now dead. How can the fragile memory of man cause the man to live forever? Hopeless, thoughtless and unholy are the thoughts of man without God.

I have entertained the words of those who are “wise”; those who perceive with fleshly eyes. I found them to be false and void of understanding. But to challenge their words in their face I also found to be useless. Their strength is their pride, and it is foolish to challenge. They will testify, “I am right, you are wrong.”

But I will challenge you here, you man of blood and skin. What the Lord has to say lay between us and through me. May he have mercy on you, that you will consider with sobriety. For you are drunk with the things of this world. Your eyes are fuzzy with dilution. You may define the word holiness, as men have defined it. But you know nothing more than that.

If there is no God. If flesh is the truth of all. If the sum of life is to gain what can be held by the perishing fingers of Man. Then explain to me the nature of death, if indeed you can.

Where is the spark of life when a body lay limp and lifeless? If all the things you hold so dear are true and irrevocable, why do they not dissipate with the life of the body? As if all the things a man has owned disappear to be with him forever. Even now the articles of those who believed such things are dug up and sold for money.

The folly of the question is evident. But those who deny God have not even asked.

You said you know. You proclaim that those who believe in God are foolish. Then “Wiseman”, answer me.

Where is the spark of life when a man lay dead? Has it gone someplace? Has it traveled some distance away? Travel takes time. So how long did it take for the soul to travel to its rightful place?

I say you are wrong. And I say those words with definitive strength. For I have the testimony of God Himself within me. Newness of life has come upon me that I did not know nor ask for. Understanding appears where once there was nothing but void.

You say there is no God. But you cannot answer the slightest of question. Where is your foundation for your feet as you stand to make that unholy accusation?

I will tell you what I know. And I will tell you I am ashamed of my lack. For I too am of flesh. And what I know cannot be perceived by skin. Though He has given sufficient to answer you.

You stand on ground you did not create. With air that is given, you fill your lungs. Your created mind conjures words. And with the glory of God’s creation you make them take life; only to live as death themselves.

You miss the most important things. For in him you live and move and have your being. Yet you proudly deny he is. You testify before him that you are foolish. I only point it out because you cannot see it. But folly is of itself. You are proud as if you know something. Perhaps it is time someone got in your way.

The essence of life, the eternal soul, goes to be with he who made it. It does not take time for the soul to travel any distance. For in him we live and move and have our being. Even your unholy words have reached him, for the were spoken with in him.

To you, the rules of this place are all that is. But this unholy place has blinded your eyes. And you do not perceive the light. As long as pride is your strength you will see nothing, and that in darkness. Humility sees far farther. For humility receives the mercy of God.

The flesh is for dirt. The soul is for Spirit. Neither to return to this place again. Men even testify to their destructive nature, for they bury what rots I lest it taint what regenerates.

If I spoke to you about these things without riddle, you would not understand. And you would not strive to ask. So I make no apologies for the cloak on these words. These words are not faultless, but they speak of he who is.

You have testified as if you know. I testify from what He has given. There is a chasm fixed between us. I will no longer cross over to you. But I urge you, with all sincerity, cross over to Him.

“Danger Will Robinson!”

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I do not trust the rattlesnake.
He is not friend to me.
Just for spite my life he’ll take.
So I prefer to let him be.

My house is mine and his is his.
With death we cross the threshold.
We both shall keep what power is.
With swiftess strike and strength untold.

In his house my blood is his.
What will be the remedy?
To stay my feet from his filthy floor;
Bar and lock my purified door.

But what is this, I see brothers do?
They do not take note with fear.
But go to the place where death awaits;
Not caring what they held dear.

The pit

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I saw something this morning that I will not have words to describe.  What I saw is what I am.  What I saw is the sinful nature.  What I saw is what all men are without the Lord’s mercy.

My first coherent thought, upon waking, was of how wicked and ugly I have been.  How solidly hard my heart has been.  I am not saying it is so now, for if it was I would not have seen what I saw.  I saw the man I was. 

I saw how hatred consumed me.  I saw how I trusted the wisdom of men and found myself utterly wicked.   In my youth I looked to man that I may grow and become a man.  But they could teach me nothing more than what I already had as a fool of a boy.

They said, “The beauty of this world is worthy of praise and desire.  And the best beauty of this world is woman.”  They told me to gain what is best and beautiful.  The best however could only be gained in my weak, futile, wicked and twisted mind.  But that to them was sufficient wisdom.

All the while they praised this form of wisdom, they despised me for holding it.  And this was the beginning of true wisdom for me.  As in all other things, men will say they love you only to show they hate you thoroughly.  So with their mouth and their media they show you beautiful things only to despise you inwardly.  My friend, they don’t even want your money.  They only hate and despise anything that is not them.

There is no beauty in this wicked place of testing.  Those who put their hope in this place, and the things that belong to it, will find themselves empty.  They will think they have.  They will think they own what is good.  But when the understanding of God comes near they will see themselves are.

This is what I saw when I woke this morning.  I was caused to look inward on my body and see a dark cave; seeping with every wicked thing.  Hopelessly uncleanable.  No sooner is the nature of man cleaned but it seeps more putrid wickedness.

The man who thinks he can save himself is unspeakably fooled by a lie.  With what will you reach to approach the Most High God?  What righteousness will you present that is acceptable to the Holy One?  How can what is unclean present anything clean?  What complete folly resides in the heart of man!  And folly above folly, man thinks he is clean!

It is impossible for me to paint a more clear picture.  I am blessed to have seen it, despite the tears.  It is the mercy of God to have shown me now.  It is his tender compassion to teach what is true.

God alone is good.  He has sent His Holy One for our redemption.  Yet he was not sent simply for the sake of man.  He was sent that God may glorify him.  And those his blood redeems are a gift to his eternal and Holy kingdom.

Jesus appear before us to testify of his Father.  He came among the wicked to testify of righteousness.  He alone is what is good for us, for, without him, there is no good within us. 

The man who would balk at this is full of wicked hatred.  He does not perceive the stench of his way.  And unless a man appeals to God in the name of Christ Jesus, he will find no welcome in the kingdom of heaven.

Utterly and eternally the wickedness of man will be sealed on the day of judgement.  Those who trust in the wisdom of man will find themselves horribly crushed.

Perhaps you think I am judging you.  With my confession of my own wickedness, how could that possibly be?  I testify of Jesus.  I testify to the righteousness of God the Father.  And I testify, in truth, to the wickedness of man.

Those who think this message is a judgment against them, are full of vile things.  If there is wisdom within you to be had, consider how you hate this message.  Let that be a sign to you of what is to come.  If you cannot stand the message of a man, with these words, how will you endure them when they come from the lips of the Holy One?

I place these words here on WordPress.  I have thought them through and have been is careful as I can.  If I were to speak with you face to face I may well have missed many things.  But here it is written that all men may I understand.

How I desire that this message reach millions.  But I am not fooled by the fact of obscurity.  There are thousands of others who write all manner of things all day long.  And though this post is priceless, it will sit in the garbage heap of words.

Words gather together in this world as if a garbage dump.  They write about fashion, social grace, the beauties (so-called) of this world.  Yet a few testify of what is true.

These truth writers deposit gems in the dung heap of this world’s wisdom; priceless treasures to be found by those who will be willing to sort through the trash.  I place this gem among them.  May God have mercy to direct your fingers as you tear through the stinking garbage to find something beautiful.

Please come eat and taste that the Lord is good.  Only then will you understand how sour and putrid are the things you eat now.  Your tongue is accustomed to waste.  You read what is rotten and the kid sweet. All the while the taste of truth your sour and unpalatable.  You die even as you live.  But God is willing to give you life.

Waiting to receive your angel wings when you die is part of the folly of this world’s greatest lie.  The Lord Jesus has come and sacrificed so that we may have the kingdom of heaven here.  We need not wait. 

He will purify the putrid place of your soul.  He will teach you to love what is good.  He will teach you to abhor the flesh and the wisdom of man.  He will teach you  to detest yourself.  (So much for the teachings of self-esteem) He will teach you to become and overcome.  He will stand with you, within you, and before you, as you are forcibly presented to the Most High God.

I am not permitted to say more.  For even when Jesus was among us, he spoke to the people in parables.  So I have done here. 

Dear friend, if you understood the things of God, while you live in wickedness, you would die.  You cannot fulfill the demands of the Holy Lord of life by yourself.  The sinful nature is at war with God.  And if you will be saved you must be released from your own chains.

Therefore the things of Heaven are spoken in parables to those who do not believe.  Man is not given words that are true and pure.  We are allowed only to speak to men from a man.  And you will find that as you believe, it is revealed to you.  The fullness of wisdom is reserved for the place of fullness.

By His grace I have spoken.  By His grace alone, you will hear.  May the will of God be done forever!  Only God alone is true. Amen.

What’s the odds

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If you think about it there’s probably less than 100 million devoted Christians in America.  Yet there’s over 300 million people in the population. 

100 million may think they are saved.  God alone knows.  But what of the other 200 million?

If the Lord has not written your name in his book of life you will die.  How many then live their life on Earth without consideration of eternity?  The odds are you’re one of them.

I’m not casting aspersions.  I’m doing the math.   Think eternity.

The great chasm

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Unholy is he who desires to please man.  Unholy is she who dresses to entice.  The way of the Lord is narrow; only what is holy can walk in it.

Do not the fool by the prosperity of the wicked.  By decree they are allowed to walk close to the path.  Even if they stretch their feet to be near the path, they are by no means on it.

What is holy is life.  What is unholy is death.  What man can divide between the two?  Such wisdom comes from God alone.

Man will say he loves.  But his life is apparent by his appearance; desire for this world and a love of self dresses them. 

The love of God is full of wisdom, discernment, holiness, justice, righteousness, mercy, propriety and continuity.  The division between what is holy and what is unholy is eternally fixed.  It is divided by an endlessly deep chasm.

If some man would walk the narrow way, he must receive from God.  It cannot be that a man should read and do.  The good things he may read are not from man.  They are delivered by He alone who has life to give.

So be it!

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Countless horde, await your day.  Sleep your restless sleep.  Your time has come to an end in the midst of your desire.  Warned, you continued on, mindless of what was coming.

Now what is your complaint?  Will you complain that your dreams have been stolen?  Will you desire vengeance for the plans which never found root?   Will you complain regarding your current home; the darkness of your grave consumes you.

Those who remain in the Land of the Dead morn your passing.  But they will soon join you, it is inevitable.  These, who still strive against the Gospel of Christ, make their plans just as did you.  They live as animals waiting for the slaughter.

“More grass,
more water,
more steps to take.
More air to breathe,
more sleep to take.”

To whom do you address your complaint?  Do you despise the world because it did not give you your desire?  Do you blame death because it has brought you to his house?  Did you not know it was his intent?  So now your dark heart, in your dark home, rails against the Land of the Dead?

Perhaps your greed provokes jealousy.  For God lives in his brilliantly lit Palace of Righteousness.  All the while His Holy Law has placed you where you are.  Stripped of your gain he has said, “Enough!”  And now your hands are forced to cease their work.

Your place of residence tells something about who you are.  You did not desire the will of God.  You desired the will of your own wickedness.  You have not loved righteousness and hated wickedness.  You have desired all that is evil and hated what is Good.

In your end, even now you hate the one who made you.  So be it!  What is yours belongs to you.  What is His belongs to Him.  Yours is death, destruction and End.  What is His is Life and Praise and Eternity.

Now your complaint is mixed with tears that have no water, desiring to fall from eyes which cannot see.  For you know those you knew in the Land of the Dead.  You know they too will soon join you.

Your silent complaint will fall on deaf ears as you mingle together as one group.  You would not listen nor would you teach.  Now you have been assigned your rightful place.

So be it!  Await your destruction with forced patience.  You will work the work you are now forced to endure.  The command has arrived, “Lay still and await the Holy Fire which will consume you.  You will receive the wages due to your greed and praise of self.”

Cut short!  Cut short is he who hates the Lord.  Stopped in the midst of stride.  Errant desires obliterated.  A multitude of shining days reduced to the deepest of darkness.  You are but Fuel to flames; ashes of ethyl substance, yet to become.

Be wise and listen, you who now thrive with self-purpose in the Land of the Dead.  Hear the unspoken testimony of those whose lips are sealed.  Take note of their plight for it will soon be yours.