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What are we lookin at?

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Don’t look at the bum.  Look at the man.  Look past his position in society.  Look past the dirt and a shame.  Look past the isolation.  Look past the potential violence.  See the child who desires love.

Don’t look at the Fashion, pretty hair, makeup and elegance.  Look at the woman.  See the precious little girl she still is.  See how she is caught up in what she was taught; the lie of seduction.  Help her see that what she has learned is not helpful; love her as a soul. 

Don’t look at the flashing smile, rehearsed gestures, pretty words and promises.  Look at the man who says he’s a politician.  In his place, the tools of his trade are lies.  But he is still a little boy.

Don’t listen only to the religious words a man speaks.  Look at the man.  Full of misunderstandings, he strives to master the unknown.  Help him do so with you in mind.  Then, benefit comes to both.

Why do we refuse to judge rightly?  Why are we so lazy that we receive the veneer without thought?  Love is not that willingly blind.  Why do we refuse the eyes that God is so willing to give?

Help where we can.  Correct where we must.  In all things, let our minds be directed by the Holy will of God.  Then our judgments can stand the test.

Don’t look at your accomplishments, no matter if they’re religious or secular.  Look at the man and weep.  Yet do not judge before the appointed time.  Assess with the sobriety of Christ.  Leave room for Life.  Forever, you will be nothing more than a baby.

Judge all things with eternity in mind. 

“THINK ETERNITY!”  Think love.  Do what it says!  Become the people you say you are.

Pagan Frivolity

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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 Fashion Police

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Attire of the rich changes from day to day.  Their majesty is not stability, it is chaos.  They lock away acceptance by changing the combination often.  They give the number to those they choose.  Then before it is finished receiving the number is changed again.

What is this fashion?  Is it the sum of things a man might own?  No, this fashion of theirs cannot be held in the hand.  This fashion of theirs is a game of exclusion, and a ruse.

They make the rules of acceptance.  They are the final authority on the love of man.  They themselves are the police who jail all others at will.  They are the judge of what is good and what is evil.  No one enters without their consent.  And those who are in, can be cast away without explanation.  They are the rulers of all creation!

Am I speaking of the rich?  Am I speaking of the famous?  Am I speaking of celebrities, or the great leaders of this world?

Who is he who makes his own rules?  Who is he that excludes others from his friendship?  Who is he who judges by appearance?  Who is he who condemns without hearing the man’s excuses?  Who is he who loves himself more than others?

Does it take power to hate?  Does it take the fame to be proud?  Does it take excellent clothing to consider one’s self as royal? 

Why should I provide the answer to all these questions?  You would not accept them if I did.  There, you answer them!  You are the one who polices your own fashion.  Then answer these questions if you can.

From the pathetic beggar on the street, to the fool who lives in opulence, we have all turned away from the Living God.  We have set a lock on the door of our heart.  We will be king!  God himself will bow to us!  We will have his throne!  Let us simply lay our hands on him, and we will kill him!

You say this is crazy talk!  Is it now?  Prove it to me.  Show me what a tiny place you have left for the rule of God in your life.  Show me the doors of your heart.  Prove to me you have removed the locks.

By His Grace

High Fashion

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What are you doing over there?

You’re dressed in clothes that say, “I don’t care”!

Just look around, see how they’re dressed the same.

Why would you do that to your high dollar name?

Fashion boy, fashion!  Step it up; get on board!

Fly to the designer, let him make you his ward.

Will teach you how to walk and how to hold your head,

From the moment you get up to the time you go to bed.

You can’t be sweet in those drab old threads.

Shake it up!  Run to Jesus!

By His Grace

Spiritual Fashion

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The old man sits on his porch dressed, and covered with a white blanket draped around his body.  While it was yet dark he appeared.  No one saw him emerge. 

It is his habit to go to God early.  And the blanket has become this spiritual fashion of choice.

Cigar in hand, he ponders the things that man, rarely knows or senses.  So on the front porch, he sits as light begins to dawn.

Lost in a world invisible to men, he is not aware of approach.  Feet carry another; perceptions cross as two paths conjoin. 

One sees truth.  The other is lost in lie.  Nothing is spoken, yet God hears:

“Teach me ‘Great Sovereign One’ what is true, that I might serve You with faithfulness.  I beg You, let me become your desire.”

“What an odd excuse for a man.  May my future have mercy on me, that I may not become as he.”

As time moves quickly, they part present company.  Never again opportunity.  One has won.  The other has loss.

Great news!!!

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Hey there studly guy!  Howdy gorgeous woman!  Have you heard the news lately?  Scientists are saying with a slight tweak to the genetic material they can cause us to live for 500 years!  Whooo hoooo!!!!!!

You might think that’s good news, but its not.  Even if they invent that tweak  tomorrow morning and you happen to have enough money to purchase a dose of whatever they make, you’re still gonna die.

Yep.  You’re going to get old and wrinkly.   Your bones are going to give out on yah.  Your eyes won’t work too well.  And you’re going to turn up your TV really loud.

Then the day will come. The Sun will shine.  The birds are going to chuirp.  People will laugh, cry, eat, and dance.  But you won’t be here.  Nope you just won’t be here.

I’m not going to bother to tell you where you will find yourself on that day.  You wouldn’t listen to me if I told you.  And you wouldn’t change your life if you let me talk to you.

I just wrote this little piece for you,  in case the Lord happens to be merciful and cause you to drop by here.

There’s no need to tell you to have a good day.  That’s the entire focus of your life isn’t  it.

By the way, my hope’s name is Jesus.