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He always gets his way.  If he ever announces his approach he does not invite debate.  He is charged to render helplessness.  And there is not a fiber of compassion within him.

Often he sends out his emissaries to prepare the way before him.  Sickness and Chaos do his bidding.  Their love for their Lord is unswaying.  Singing their own special songs, they move through this world with dedicated heart.  Despite their cleverness, no one ever stands against them.

The sins of man have ushered in the power of death.  It is the will of the Sovereign God that all which is unholy will cease.  And death has come as an obedient servant.

Let all men be aware.  There is a place in eternity where death will be given great power.  For now, his power is limited to a few everyday.  But at the end of his existence he will slay countless hordes.

With one fell swoop of his power he will destroy all the wicked.  Not a one will go unattended.  As Sampson was given the strength to kill more Philistines in his death then all in his life, so death will bring down the house of God’s enemies.

Did you not perceive these things?  Have you really thought you would live a life of peace forever?  Did you honestly believe you could do as you please and escape the power of the second death?

There is no escape from death but by the power of the One who made him.  The name of this One is Jesus.

By His Grace

Pushed

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A waving stick man made with Pivot

A waving stick man made with Pivot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got used to it.  So did you.  A long time ago, perhaps before we were born, we got used to it.

There was plenty of things to keep me busy.  So it didn’t matter that I was being forced to move beyond my will.

Oh, there were times when I really, really, desired to remain in a certain place a while longer.  But the push came anyway.  I got used to even this annoying aspect of life.

Let a man push me like time does and I’ll grow angry at him.  But his push is momentary.  And time comes along to push me past that point also.  So I get used to it.

WHAT’S THAT ON THE HORIZON?

There’s a light approaching.  I’ve heard about this place.  “I don’t want to go”.  But the familiar push comes anyway.

Compelled, we are.  We will enter that contractual closure.  We were handed a certificate of life when sperm met egg.  That certificate expires on the separation of soul and body.

“I don’t want to go”.  But I’m so used to being pushed that I forget to even give consideration to that hand at my back.

My skin rips away.  Muscles leave me.  Bones no longer support.  Restraint is gone.  But another certificate of contract is applied to me now.

Something comes to mind.  Even in this place of pushing, something comes to mind.   What is the substance of that contract which will replace the one I am currently living under?

Will it be life?  Will it be death?  Now is the moment to choose.

Time is the invention of the One who pushed me toward that eternal contract.   He has allowed me to taste this temporal contract.  And has warned me sufficiently about the contract which lay on the horizon.

Here it comes.  HEY!!!!!!  YOU!!!!!   Stop fiddling around with that gadget and look up!  Listen to me!  But the man looks up with dazed eyes and groping hands.  He wants that gadget.  He’s got no interest in what I’m trying to tell him.

He too is being pushed.  His contract will terminate.  A new one will be applied.  What then?

The Living Art of The Living God

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I see the young man.  He strides about like a little superman.  He will never loose, and if he does it’s not a fault of his.  (he’s only got a few moves to perfect.)   I look at him and remember, “Let us make man in our image”.

Please everybody, notice the young woman.  Isn’t that what all the “bling” is saying?  I look at her and remember the women I’ve met who were in their 80’s.  The bling wears off, breaks or gets lost somewhere between the first born and retirement.  Weight and wrinkles replace the tools of wicked enticement.

Let them parade.  Who will affect their pageant of pride, flesh and greed?   But may God have mercy to teach them what they could not learn from elders: humility, holiness, propriety, mercy and restraint of desire.

I turn my eyes.  Even witnessing their wicked display of youth seems a sin.  Yet, even now, I remember my own years of utter folly.  How many and who had to turn their eyes away from me?

God is He who saves.  When He moves hearts are changed.  Where He is life sprouts up.  And Holiness attends His presence as a shimmering shadow of brilliant light.

May the Living God have mercy on the youth of America.  If not, they will die in the millions.  For what sin will ever find an audience with the Lord of Life?

By His Grace.

No one knows

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I used to fish along the Kootnai river in Montana.  I would scale down cliffs just to get where no one else goes.  I loved the isolation when I fished like that.  The boats would appear and disappear because I had taken their spot.

One fine beautiful day I found myself on my back with my head against a rock. I had slipped on wet grass and fallen. As I lay there staring up at the beautiful sky something occurred to me. No one would have known had I been killed by the fall.  The rocks would not care if I had died on them, and the river would not notice my death. I was not in the habit of telling people where I was going, so it may have taken days for someone to find my corpse. That is if the river did not rise and carry my body away.

I have heard many men boast that they will have a party in hell because that’s where all their friends are.  But the gospel holds bad news for you who say such things. The gospel simply says, “You will look for them but they will not be found”.

You think you will appear in Hell where you are welcome.  The fact is sir you will die and no one will notice.  None of those living with the Lord will morn you. You will be utterly taken away even your name will be remembered no longer.

The Speachless Scream

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mother wailing for 'lost' son

mother wailing for ‘lost’ son (Photo credit: James Buck)

The mournful wailing of a mother who has lost her child.

Chills run up the spine that a human can make such a sound.

A man stands with his mouth open but no sound comes forth.

His wife taken in the prime of their lives.

Horrors bring horrible answers from those most horribly afflicted.

But has anyone heard the moans of God for the lost souls of this pitiful place of sin?

Who has seen his mouth open, that lovely mouth which speaks words of Life?

And who has testified that He is pained at the loss of that rebellious soul who could have held God’s promise in a perfected hand?

got time?

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Birth certificate

Birth certificate (Photo credit: maxim off)

The average fly lives about 21 days (or so they say, there are no birth or death certificates)

The average life of a Robin is about a year.  (I don’t know how they got that either)

The average life of a cow is between 7 and 15 years.  (unless the BBQ is up and running)

The average life of a horse is 25 to 30 years.  (see what people riding you will do?)

The elephant can live about 70 years.  (slowing down may be good for your health)

The average life of a human is about 77 years. (give or take a few miscreants)

Oaks average between 300 and 400 years.  (how many examples are needed to make the point?)

The end of life here is a given.  What happens after that is entirely up to you.

A death certificate is required as proof befor...

A death certificate is required as proof before some bereavement flights. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)