Useless Revisions


Why does the following slice of logic escape the mind of the “wise”?

You make revisions to the laws of God, and you pat yourself on the back for accomplishing such a grand victory.  But you fail to take notice that the law you have revised is only a copy of the original.

The original law of God remains in heaven and eternity, far beyond the reach of an eraser and pencil.  Tell me then, what is the substance of your so called victories?

The “Foolishness” of God


The power of salvation is not found in man’s explanations about heaven and eternity.  You will come and question me in regard to my testimony about Christ.  In me you will find fault, but in the message of the cross you will find no fault.

You will look at my life and see some form of chaos, for I am but a man.  But in the salvation of God you will not find chaos.  For God’s promise is true.  God’s Holy Son has been sent into the world, that he may become the salvation of all who put their faith in him.

There is no grafication of man before the Holy Father.  There is only glorification of Christ Jesus.  What a horrible offense this is the pride of man. 

18 “For the message about the cross is nonsense to those who are being destroyed, but it is God’s power to us who are being saved. 19 For it is written,

‘I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
and the intelligence of the intelligent I will reject.'”  (1 Corinthians 1)

By His Grace

Able to Drink the Cup


The profitable things of God are not given to the weak and unstable.  But let them repair their habits, as they are able, and God will provide the next element.

Let them prove, by their doing, that they have a desire for God.  God is merciful.  He will not give what is Holy to he who cannot even find the will to get up out of bed. 

Were God cruel, he would give great gifts to the weak and infirm of will, and even to the young pride filled heart.  His rightful expectations would crush the man.

Be careful not to listen to the advice of man.  Do not be unwise, asking God for the great things of his Holy Kingdom that you are not willing or able to sustain.   For if you receive, you will be held accountable.  And there are many who run about thinking they have received, but have not.

And I have seen an act of “love” among us that should be considered an abomination.

In this day a man must go to college.  At least that is the common understanding.  And many parents who think themselves godly, desire to send their child to a Christian college.

But is the child prepared to receive the things that are Holy?  Take the time to look into it, the loss of faith among the young who go to Christian colleges is astounding.

It would be better to send them to a trade school.  Let them learn the discipline of hard study and work, while you maintain a tight bond with them to teach them the things of God.

It would be better to see Christian colleges populated with people in their forties, fifties and even perhaps sixties.  But what an incredibly unpopular message this is.  There is a lot of money to be made by the exploitation of foolish parents.

The vision of holiness is becoming and incredibly rare animal.  The expectations of parents toward the teachers in Christian colleges has no reasonable foundation.   The bar of Christian maturity has been lowered nearly to the ground.

Having been caught up in the things of this world and an emaciated church, the parents think their next duty is to hand their child over to those who know.  But they themselves have not looked into the things of the Holy Lord God Almighty.   So they pay good money to men who wear the appropriate title.

How foolish to put our reliance on the unstable things of man.  How foolish to think that money can buy what Godly wisdom alone provides.

Men will do what they do, until catastrophic change appears.  They will not listen to this message.  They will attend emaciated churches.  They will be emaciated Christians.  They will teach their children emaciated things of God.  And their children will rise up emaciated.  What hope is there for the future of the church, as it is left in the hands of those who desire nothing!

When will you look out your window into the street?  Have you noticed the chaos that runs about unchecked?  Have you taken a close look at the children who graduate from Christian colleges?  Are you willing to perceive their unexpected lack?  Then, are you willing to do something about it?

By His Grace

Silly Little Quibbling Lips


There is a frantic quibbling among frantic men.  Busy little lips accuse God of murder. 

They cite the examples of Israel entering the promised land.  And oh how upset they are, that the peaceful little groups who lived there were viciously torn down.

And now they blame Israel.  “She has no right to exist, nor to defend herself!  She is a bloody blight to the human plight!

And now they blame God.  “He’s the one that put two trees in the garden!  He is the one who was first to shed blood!  He is the one who did not protect Able!  How dare he blame us for murder!

My silly friends of flesh. 

How is it that you never look up? 

You see the sky up there? 

Go ahead,
Tear down the air.

But you complain to one
another with a lofty stare.

When the body is rent,

Where goes the soul?

If you know these things,

Speckle the sky!

When you do these things,

I’ll grant you applause.

Then I’ll say there is
Wisdom in your eye.

By His Grace

My flesh gets a Ripin


Everybody loves to see the bad guy get a whoopin.  Even a bold tongue lashing satisfies the itch for justice.  Isn’t that how Hollywood makes most of their bucks?

I invite you to my personal altercation.   The setting is that imperceptible slice between soul and body.   It was held in that tiny room that no man can enter alone.

Every house has a room like this, but not very many people know where it is.  The people who are proud of their house would even deny that such a room can exist within their four walls.  Even immaculate places of men  have hideous secrets.

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This isn’t the first time I’ve sat you down for a talk.  It’s not possible that this is the last time either.

I know these talks don’t do you any good.  Cuz every time you nod, like you understand, I hear the loose screws rattle around.  Yeah, just like that.

But I just need to vent a little bit, and now’s as good a time as any.

I don’t mean this bad, but you are simply insane.  Nothing you want will ever come to you.  And you trash everything you do get.

Apparently you don’t know anything about age.  You seem to think you’re still 17 and single.  The only things you ever remember are all the good times you had while you were flatline stupid.

You always have some foolish suggestion when I look to do things right.  And I just get tired of listening to you babble.

You lust after everything.  Your strawberry isn’t big enough, ripe enough or juicy enough.  There isn’t a plate in our house big enough to satisfy your tiny belly.

If you do something and don’t get caught, you think you’re righteous.  If I could finish my time here without you, I’d throw you into a dungeon myself.

You used to carry me around every place you wanted to go.  But now I gotta drag your worthless legs every where.

The only bright side to this ungodly union, is that you don’t have much time left.  Man oh man, will I be happy on the morning when you stop being able to open your greedy eyes!  Cuz that’s the morning when I get a whole new set.

Well its been real nice talking to you.  Strangely enough, I do feel better.  I appreciate your silence for the last few minutes.  Even if I found it hard to bear your blank stare.

By His Grace

Afraid to DEATH


Afraid to testify.

“Oh my!”

Afraid to be rejected.

(Afraid to be included,

By the only One who matters;

Afraid to be singled out,

Afraid of the label of Christian,

Afraid to be introduced to what is

Holy, lasting, pristine.

Afraid to take part with Christ

In this Holy war of will.)

Afraid to lose.

Afraid to win.

Afraid of hell.

Yet afraid to enter in.

SO BE IT!

Do you think you’ll go unnoticed,

When you stand with all the rest;

When God throws away the useless,

And blesses what is best?

May it be done as you have believed.

How much fear do you think you will own,

When your name is not found in the book?

For now you fear their perception.

Don’t you fear God’s contemptuous look?

If fear has held you hostage,

What will that moment be?

For now you fear what Man can do;

Who can only harm your body.

A man belongs to whom he serves.

Dishonor strives to keep what is his;

Not considering the honor of Christ.

Honorable love fears the One who IS.

Understanding that Holy, paid price.

SO BE IT!

Honorable love honors He who IS.

It says, “I will stop my cowering.

I will give myself to what is His”.

“SO BE IT!”

Weeping and gnashing of teeth belong

To the weak and faithless many.

Who hid among the rebellious throng,

Trying to save “life“,

As if pennies.

By His Grace