Tag Archives: Dreams

What is the Nature of Love?

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The parents of a murderer are pressed hard against the wall.  They remember when he was a baby; purely innocent and full of potential.  But now, like he, they must face the fact of the things he has done.  If he is sentenced to life in prison, they have to wrestle with the understanding that he will never come home again.

With the purest possible love, and the greatest possible regret, they remember him when he lay so sweetly in their arms.  But mistakes, the influence of outside forces, and the choices of the man, have ripped potential from their dreams.  Who can voice a sadness like that?  Tell me that loss isn’t personal.

Tell me they don’t think of how much better it might have been if their sweet baby had been stillborn.  Better for the victim’s family.  Better for the society that was robbed of precious potential.  Better that a prison cell should house anyone else, and that for lesser crimes. . . PLEASE!  Better for the sounds that the walls of their house remember.  Better for their aching hearts that cannot find healing.

They cannot love their child to the potential they once desired, for once a deed like that is done it cannot be erased. 

But you will not rip away what love remains, from their hearts.  For they will seek with great diligence to find the shreds of their baby that remain in their son.

Love is not passive. 
Love is not blind. 
Love is married to wisdom.
Pure love understands what is pure. 
Love makes way for reality.
Love may experience restriction.
Love may be forsaken!
But it is impossible for love to die.

Luke Warm

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“Let us feel like we are saved.  Let us revel in some future joy.  Leave us alone, this world is too harsh and we want to live in sweet dreams.

We do not want to fast, for food is pleasurable.  We do not want to ache because of the Holiness of God.  We do not want to think ill of our brothers in flesh.  We do not want to speak down regarding the things this world loves so much. 

You do not realize the difficulty we face if we turn to God completely.  They will come and take away our place.  They will push us to a corner of obscurity.  They will hate us even as we can see they hate you.  They may even kill us and our children!  Why do you continue to badger us?”

Have it your way.  But consider, Christ did not measure his love for His Holy Father when he died for you on the cross.

By His Grace

Meditation on What is Holy

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One by one the bricks are laid,

And truth begins to build.

The morning comes when sleep is past.

Forgiveness comes for truth’s deep fast.

Dreams retreat before the Fire of God.

The lips confess, both truth and fault.

And soon the Lord replies.

Piece by piece the scales are rent.

He opens up the eyes.

The ears once deaf,

Hear the Lord’s footstep.

Obedience takes its place.

The man becomes what he was not.

The Glory of God,

Takes His rightful throne!

The man will dance throughout the day,

No longer naked or alone.

By His Grace

The Waking of a Christian

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“Expose the things that are good.

Entice them with your calling.

The trappings of holy brotherhood;

The glory of God in man.”
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He wakes with desperation, as if a bugle blew.  He’d slept the sleep of flesh; that necessary portion of man.

But before his eyes are cleared, the chasm of difference appears.  From the realm of dreams to the realm of God, he dresses himself in thoughtful prayer.

The day has dawned like a crack of thunder.  “Now, to the will of my God!”  Let fear assail his fleshly heart.  He intends his soul to soar.

From chaotic dreams to Holy fire, “Purify my heart O’ God!  Your will is first, as You are so.  Teach me and I will do.” 

The response is quick and full of love.  Without effort, the chasm is crossed. 

“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:  Not of works, lest any man should boast.” (Ephesians 2: 8)

By His Grace

The Man of Her Dreams.

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A bride in an elaborate wedding dress from 1929.

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A young woman dreams of the man she imagines.

With delicate care he considers her needs.

Though she knows her desire, wants, needs, and cares,

She envisions a man who understands.

And if the Lord blesses, and the two hear His voice,

Then the union will be strands of gold.

The man of her dreams will watch with intent,

Every movement, every habit, every notion his love presents.

What joy to be united in such a delicate embrace of care.

And sadly to few arrive.

The man of her dreams will go to extent.

Provision will surely arrive.

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Are we not the Bride of Christ?

EEK! Wake Me When it’s Over!

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“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities–his eternal power and divine nature–have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.” (Romans 1:20)

I’ve heard a lot of items in this world drawn up against this scripture.  But one thing has come to mind that I’ve never really heard much about.

Have you ever had a dream that there was a monster, or something more powerful than you, that came against you.  You try to run.  But your legs are like lead.  You punch and punch with all your might.  But you know your blows are less than a baby’s sneeze.  Nothing you can do can injure or drive the “bad guy” away.  So you resort to waking up in a fright.

I was thinking about that in regard to this scripture.  Couldn’t this be considered a proof within us that we are powerless in this world?  I wonder how many woke up from such dreams praying.