The Man, the Predator


I’m not sure how to begin this post.  But I do know what I want to say.  I’m saying this from one man to all other men.  And I firmly believe I have the backing of my Lord Jesus.

See the beautiful woman, the one you found yourself lusting after.  You remember all the delicate wickedness you let roam around free in your mind.  You know what I’m talking about.

Put that aside and pull up a chair.  Let me show you what the Lord showed me.

In the beginning he made them male and female.  But this was the limit imposed on their bodies.  Their soul has no gender.

Death comes and the body is laid in the ground.  But the genderless soul goes to wait for the glorification of our God in Jesus. 

What are we doing?  We are persecuting another soul.  We do damage to ourselves, this is beyond debate.  But let your heart consider the following:
They did not ask to be female.  They did not ask to be an object of lust.  They want love and acceptance and freedom to live as God intended them to be.  What right then do you have to destroy their desire?

I speak of these things from their perspective.  Every beautiful woman has a man close behind her.  She doesn’t have to guess.  She doesn’t have to turn around.  Can you imagine the feeling of being watched by a predator everyday of your life?  Who are you to inflict such fear on another?

I do not need to speak to you about the judgment to come.  That place where every man will give account for what he has done in the body.  I speak to you as a fellow man.  Curb your lust!  Stop being full of murder.

Pagan Frivolity


Such a carnival of wonderment;
Everything Man.
Glitzy things proffered by his own tiny hands.

Eye candy people milling about,
Expressing their joy with a visual shout.

“We are one!  We are vibrant!  We will last till we are gone!  We build desires legacy, that our children might pass it on!”

Godless and happily so
They strut through the night;
Down into deep darkness
Toward that great unseen light.

Even so, Lord Jesus come.

The Pursuit of Discipline


A man will lack sleep.  He will let go the essential to focus on his desire.  The night is witness to his shadow on the wall, busily pursuing his ambition.

Suffering comes in variety of form as he disciplines himself to his intention. 

He loses friends.  His house becomes unkempt.  His belongings rot away.  His reputation suffers irreparable damage.  With extremely keen focus, he chases after his desire with the most excellent of discipline.

Discipline has specific marks.  Ideally chaos suffers defeat through discipline.  But even in chaos (wicked abandon) a man may cause damage to everything and everyone else; that he may pursue his desire.

See how every man has intense desire within him.

The question is, intent.  To what does a man’s desire aspire?

By our nature our desire is bent toward selfishness.  But if a man will turn his desire toward the Holy One of God, discipline becomes the roots of life.

With excellent abandon of all that is around him, men pursue with diligence the discipline of accomplishment.  If this is true in the things that are useless, why not turn our discipline to what is Eternal Life?

Children Never Conceived


Blessed are those who did not become.  Blessed are the children who were never born; those who are the result of changed desire of a husband for his wife.

When I consider the plight of the rebellious, I see the beauty of those children who were not conceived.   The husband said to himself, “I will desire my wife, that we might make a child”.  Yet, by circumstance, he changed his mind.   Blessed are those who did not take shape in the womb, that they might rise up into a rebellious people.

Woe to those who are the product of fruitful desire, yet spend their entire life as enemies of the Most High God!  Woe to them, for they will receive all the promises of God against that which is not His.

Woe to the rebellious, for they were born for no reason.  Woe to the futile ungodly life.  Woe to those who hate what is good and cling to every evil.  Woe to the enemies of the Living God.

Xanthium species


burrTemptation sits idle along every path a man might walk.  It does not have the sense to desire you.  It simply remains, deadly and dishonorable.

It waits with senselessness to bring shame to anyone who would stop to admire it.  And when the soul begins to admire sin, dishonor flourishes.

Temptation is no better or worse if a soul drinks its poison.  It is the man, who reals about, blind, drunk, and dying.  Temptation simply sits waiting to be consumed.

Men think of temptation as if it were an enemy.  Temptation is not smart enough to be aggressive.  No.  The enemy is not temptation.  The enemy is folly that is bound up in the desire of the man.

With our desire we dishonor the One who made us.  With our desire we destroy our legacy.  With desire we make the choice to be useless and damaging.  The one who desires temptation is the one who owns his own choice.

When Morning Comes


It’s time to wake,

To do and to be;

Property of my God –

Exclusively.

By His Grace