The Plot.


There is a plot which has been since the fall of Adam and Eve.  Men have said to themselves, “Let us band together so that we will find solace in one another.  To the righteous this is a worthy plot.  It is good, before the Living God, that His people gather together to lift each other up.  And it is said that iron sharpens iron.  So this is good.

But to the wicked and rebellious this is a plot of undoing.  They gather together to bring each other solace in their sin and rebellion.  As mud mixes with mud they think they bring each other peace.   One thing they miss which will be a horrible time for them.  When God rises from His Throne to judge the world each man will stand alone before Him.  You will look for help from those who stood with you.  But they too will be alone before Him.  All men will give account of even every idle word they have spoken.  What will you do with the guilt you will carrry on that day?

We worship Jesus, The Righteousness of God.  Though there is great peace and hope in Him for those who surrender to His will, there is also great terror for those who ignore His Holy calling.  The words I am given to speak concerning this are often perceived as harsh.  But it is not I who will condemn anyone.  And I do not judge anyone.  The message is from old and will not pass away till He stands to judge.  “Repent or die.  For the Lord will not allow evil to enter eternity in peace”.

I speak these things with boldness.  I answer to He who is Life, as will all men.  I do not seek your friendship if in that friendship you desire to bring me away from Him.  I embrace the Lord of Glory with a fire and passion.  And it is to your advantage to do the same.

By His Grace.

Stiff Upper Lip.


Stand down, you ole man, for you mess with our heads.  We were happy till you came along.

In no way will I step one step to the left!  I will sing of my Lord’s Glory and Fame!

Let the world sink to hell and embrace their own way.  Yet I, to His Throne, will ascend.

Eternity’s there and that without a care, I’ll part with you though bitter end.

Have all your sin and revel in shame.  It’s far better to be beaten to death.

Then to face the Lord God with a stiff upper lip.  While He takes our very last breath.

By His Grace.

Your Throne Built of Dung.


Why do you bring this “Jesus” to me?  Why can’t you leave me alone?  I was doing just fine with these lies I hold tight.   And your words only tear at my bones.

I bring you great peace but the cost will be great.  You will stand before Him one day.  I bring you His word from the lips of a man, so that you won’t have to stand on your own. 

He’s promised a day when all men will bow low.  And no lie can stop it from coming.  He urges us all to turn away from those lies.  And embrace our failing here.

Yet you shed great tears because you find in me no solace.  I pick at your peace without mercy.  You wiggle and squirm on your throne built of dung.  But the truth still rings in your ears.

Look how you slept, how you fitfully slept.  The message I bear is not tame.  You’ll feel so much better if you will humble yourself.  And accept His most Glorious Name.

By His Grace.

Prepare! Prepare! Prepare!


Death, being our flesh’s last doorway, is a curious problem. Billions have entered it’s threshold and never had the slightest inkling it was near. Yet once through, we will all find the astonishing scream of TRUTH.

One scream will be that of perfect people pleading for a “second chance”. Their pleas will not receive their desire. What was done is absolute, complete, foreboding, and eternal. They now reap the reward which they proved they desired by the life they led and who they worshiped. Their time of testing is finished and they will be granted their desire to be rid of God’s presence.

The other scream heard will be that of extreme joy and amazing release. Those who put their trust in Christ Jesus will reap His bountiful reward. We speak little of the great rewards, and I think we often suffer for this loss of words. Yet, even Jesus, made rewards of less interest than the warnings of hell. One thing we do know, His reward is in His hand. And we know that He will deliver a bounty unto those who love Him which will over flow our greatest hope.

Prepare!  Prepare!  Prepare, for the doorway of death approaches for us all!  You are young, prepare.  You are busy, prepare.  You are old, prepare!  Do not say to yourself, “I’m tired of hearing all this noise about hell and such”.  The moment you become bored with eternity and the promises of Good and Bad, you sell yourself out to the Bad.  As a fellow runner has said, “The storm is approaching “, with lightning speed.

By His Grace.

Awakened, At Last!


I wake in the morning by my eyes and my ears.

I wake in the morning to remember my fears.

Sleep was my refuge for my weakness of flesh.

And as wake comes upon me I remember He’s best.

I woke one spring morning to my last breath of death.

By the evening He’d awakened, a new heart in my chest.

In body I sleep, but my soul needs no rest.

He’s bought me with blood; Righteous and best.

He is all!  He is all!  He is all my soul will need!

The Holiness of God now covers me!

Oh Jesus, my Lord, my Savior and Friend,

You’ll cover me wholly till my flesh finds it’s end.

 

By His Grace.

Trouble’s Boy


From whom do the words of warning come, when all appears so rosy?

From he who sits with lovely friends, in houses warm and cozy?

Such words don’t come from those who sleep.

Nor do they come from joy.

As lightning strikes and burns the grass,

warnings come from trouble’s boy.

By His Grace.