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Seven Spanish Angels?????

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You got to this post across a certain trail. Stop a minute. Pick a rock. Have a seat. Let’s do a little traveling that doesn’t require legs.  

I’ll tell you about the trail that brought me here. I was practicing guitar this morning using YouTube; A little Skip Ewing, a smidgen of Vince Gill, a sliver of Keith urban, and just a dab of Carrie underwood. I just finished “mama’s song”, and looked down at the next few songs. There was Willie Nelson singing “Seven Spanish Angels”.  


In a flash, I was no longer playing guitar. I was transported to this place where you meet me.  


15 minutes of thought can be rolled up in one question. Does Man have a right to play games with the concept of heaven, angels, salvation, death, vengeance, and what is Holy?


It’s kind of sentimental and cute to think that seven Spanish Angels even exist, let alone that they immortalize people just because they die. But is there any possibility that it’s true? Is everyone taken to heaven simply because they lived here on earth? Take a look at what happened to Isaiah. Then tell me what will become of the godless and the sinners of this life.  


1. In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3. And they were calling to one another:


“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;

the whole earth is full of his glory.”


4. At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.


5. “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”


6. Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.” (chapter 6)


God is HOLY. Everything of heaven is Holy. Angels do not come from Mexico. They are of heaven, where everything is holy.  


Those who live by the gun will die by the gun. And in the end they will be assigned the place of those who murder and are of vengeance.  


I am caused to consider this, how much of my own life is a room of lies filled with stupid and ignorant tapestries that will most assuredly destroyed me? What are you thinking?


Thanks for having a seat. Thanks for listening. May God bless the path you take from here.  

The Startling Memories

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Regrets are easily pushed aside by simply dwelling on something pleasant. But I have in mind a place where pleasant things are no more. In this place, even the memory of pleasant things has been evaporated. In the brilliance of this place, hope has become an Eternal arid desert.  

As I wake this morning, one or two of these regrets come to make a visit. The power of them is devastating.  


Accused! I am accused and have no recourse. I am accused and I am undone. Not only do I remember them, I am forced to admit my guilt.  


And I realize something more. Not only do I remember them, those to whom they were done remember them also. And the witnesses! I dare not forget the witnesses! The testimony against me is everywhere, waiting in silence. The entire world has been witness to my doings!


Then I realize something utterly astounding.


These are just two items in my soul. There are hundreds of thousands more I have forgotten. If these two can devastate my heart, how would I stand against the onslaught of things I have done?


But for the strength of the forgiveness of Christ, I am a walking dead man. Not only I. But every man who has ever lived. Our sins are a mold of guilt that covers our soul. It comes with us to the throne of God. Unseen for now, do we dare be dressed in the filthy things we have done as we stand before him to be Judged?


We need the strength of Christ. More than anything in this world, we need the strength of the forgiveness of Christ!   


Every day that goes by, in which we do not take note of this and respond, is another day that adds to the mold. All the while, the moment of our appearing before the Holy Lord God Almighty does not tarry. It stands in place, where it has always been, and will not be moved!


I don’t write this to scare anyone. The fear will come on it’s own. I write this to wake as many souls as I can. Go to Christ. Accept his mercy. While you can still voluntarily do so.  


Yes we have an option. Remain as you are and appear before God, naked and ashamed.  

Freedom or Chains

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I wanted to be careful about how I wrote this. But then the Lord reminded me, “Every word of God can be misused”. So I’ll just write what I saw and let be what will be.  

It is not the size of our sin that condemns us to hell. It is the size of our faith to receive his desired gift of forgiveness.  


We were dead in our trespasses. We can’t possibly know the grandeur of that death. Likewise, with his forgiveness we are offered eternal life. We can’t possibly know the grandeur of what he holds in his hand.  


But what if someone holds onto remorse and shame, thus spitting into the hand who offers life? Hiding in the shadows, not daring to draw near.  


Do you believe? Then take his joy. Take his strength. Take his fearless abandon. Take his dedication. Take his wisdom. Take his godly and never ending love.  


Aren’t those the things that are spawned by the forgiveness he offers? For by those things we approach the throne of the living God with confidence. There we learn things we did not know. There we are strengthened by the touch of his hand or the smile on his face. But without forgiveness, God remains no more than a religion. And the shadow of death is our closest friend.  

Our Haunting Past

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My hands stay firm upon the wheel.  For I must go where I am sent. 


Yet, memories catch up with me.  

Ah, the piercing pain of stupidity!


The “hands” of my soul stretch far behind, to undo the past that tortures my mind.  


There! In the mist, I see it now. I foolishly think, “I can reach it somehow”.


Then shadows do measure the distance between. That dark and gray mist is as light-years from me.  


I haul my hands back, and give this some thought. “Remember from what your soul has been bought”.  


The past is removed! Far more than my reach. “Lest, by misguided love, My promise you breach”.


Remember this, friends, when history assails. Whether seconds or centuries, as fear makes you pale.  


You cannot go back. And no blame’s to be had, regardless your deeds (if they’re good or they’re bad).  


As long as your trust is in Jesus, you see. Your sins are forgiven by Righteous Great Glory.  

Heavenly Ultimatum, The Eaternal Litmus Test

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What does this mean do you? How do you interpret it.  

I’m just asking the question. I don’t want to know what the answer is.  


32 “Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. 33 But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven.


34 “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. 35 For I have come to turn


“ ‘a man against his father,

    a daughter against her mother,

    a daughter-in-law against her

         mother-in-law—


36 a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’


37 “Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. 38 Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. 39 Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.


40 “Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me, and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41 Whoever welcomes a prophet as a prophet will receive a prophet’s reward, and whoever welcomes a righteous person as a righteous person will receive a righteous person’s reward. 42 And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones who is my disciple, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward.”

The Chicken 

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Chickens are rather brainless. They’re scared of everything and hold nothing as more important than their belly. They’re not at all inquisitive, and they’re perfectly fine with that. They hate water unless they’re thirsty. They would rather bathe in dirt. The best they ever hope for is to find a hole in the fence; mindless of the fox.  

Take a good long look at their usefulness. From a selfish and fruitless life to the frying pan.  


You can’t possibly think I’m talking about 🐔.