When Jesus is lifted up in his Church, his presence is the Church’s power—the shout of a king is in the midst of her. “I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto me.” Let us go out this morning on our work of soul fishing, looking up in faith, and around us in solemn anxiety. Let us toil till night comes, and we shall not labour in vain, for he who bids us let down the net, will fill it with fishes.
Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening.
Here is a fact.
Every religion on earth has a limit. Every man, whom the people have elevated, is still nothing more than a man. Every rite, every ordinance, every prescribed ritual, and every perception of holy in these religions, are limited to the mind of man. They are established by man. They cannot help but be faulty and full of limit.
But the majesty of Christ spawns its own personal religion in the ones he chooses to embrace. Over the centuries man has tried to bridal that faith in Christ. But God has chosen his High Priest, Jesus. And the response of his people is a direct result of his interaction with them. He teaches them to listen. He teaches them to obey. And as every man is his own nation, customs and language, the language Christ speaks to his people is that people’s language.
There is no limit in Christ.
Another proof that the religions of this world are not from God is the platitude of them. While Christ is one, man cannot help but be many (with endless vagaries, I might add).
If you would prove that this is true, believe in Christ alone. The religions of this world mimic opinion. While Christ is the exact representation of the living God himself.
Man can only speak about God. Christ speaks from God.
In the remembrance of God: we speak of things He has done in generations past, and we speak of things He will do in generations yet to come.
WHAT ABOUT THE GENERATION THAT IS. . . WE?!
This is the time that IS.
Every stitch. Every form of embroidering. Every shape that ever was. Knitting beyond your wildest dreams.
A net is made; of finest silk, strongest metal, threads of burning sulfur. Woven together with every shape, every texture, and every possible mixture of elements. Produced with purpose, to capture all that is.
Faithful servants take their place, singular in purpose, perfectly prepared in faithfulness, with endless strength to the task. With piercing eyes of readiness, they look and wait for His command.
“Through space and time,
From galaxies to dust,
Sweep your net!
Gather My souls.
Not a single one left behind.”
From edge to edge.
From beyond to the near.
Sifting out all
That they hold dear.
Bring them to the place prepared.
The living and the dead.
Darkness is no more.
To the “Valley of Decision they bore.
Some to live,
But most to die.
From the “Place of Testing,
He will purify!
What was, what is, what ever will be.
The Son will rise
To His rightful place.
Erasing His enemy,
Establishing Peace.
Prepare! Prepare! Prepare!
O’ Man, be aware.
The Net is about to sweep!
There are many who do not know. They have not been able to consider: That the wrath of God is not at all like the wrath of a man.
Man’s wrath, in my mind, is like the senseless blood thirst of a pack of dogs against a helpless prey. Man perceives some offense, in varying degrees of severity. He lashes out with some makeshift judgment. As if he can rid eternity of this perceived offense. “I will destroy you until even God agrees you never lived.”
Sad upon sad, that Man attributes this vile sense of equity to the wrath of God.
I mean no harm to anyone by bringing this up. But I mean to bring glory to The Righteous Living God in Christ. I mean to open the eyes of my brothers of flesh.
Man is born in futility. All man’s doings are nothing more than futility. His judgments are shortsighted, his desire for peace – mired in a tar pit. If he kills a man, he presumes to have simply ended and irritating matter. Perceived righteous judgment turned violent.
But consider the wisdom of God’s wrath, vengeance, “striking out” (if you will). If He does away with a man’s life here on earth where does the soul of that man go? Doesn’t it go to the One who just struck him with death. Doesn’t it go to He who is Love? Man is only striving to still the waters. God is forever trying to impart Life.
There so much more to say about this. But what value are my words to anyone? Wouldn’t it be vastly better for you to go to the One from whom I have received this understanding? He can explain in the blink of an eye what it would take me four years to unravel in the words of Man.
But understand this, nothing God does finds its beginning in futility. It is all for the purpose of Love and Life.
It used to be that if men found someone ranting insanely in panic, they would slap them in the face to wake them up. (today, that’s not PC.). That’s what is happening as the world crashes in on man’s version of prosperity and peace. It’s a wake up call with endless, boundless, intent for love.
There is eternal destruction, yes. But the offer on the table before you is Life. His name is Jesus.
In kneeling came prayer.
Confession burst forth with willing abandon.
Forgiveness extended, “thanks” blurted out, midst small tears.
Prayers lifted for those of my charge; that justice and righteous Profit might arrive for HE WHO IS.
Then the unexpected consumed me. My tiny faith embraced by He who is endlessly faithful.
Transported in-place to the edge of the world, to the threshold of the heavens. All the lies behind, inexpressible truth before me. The God of all, drew me to His Purity!
“Here is My answer.”
Is He Good? Unequivocally, “YES” is the answer.
“Why you”, you ask. And rightly so.
Don’t you know?
He is Life,
He is Love,
He is endless in Righteous Peace!
He is willing,
He is able,
So desirous to grant release!
“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” (Micah 6:8)
REMEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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