You’ve seen it in the movies, how someone is running away from a crumbling building. For the sake of theatrics, they always manage to miss the last piece by inches.
Isn’t life like that? What we build always seems to fall apart. But by some fortunate circumstances, we are always inches ahead of the last falling peace. The noise, the dust, the sparks that fly, they are always behind us, or just brushing our shoulders.
But just as curiously, there is collateral damage. Many are caught in the wake of catastrophe from our mistakes and mishaps. And we, ourselves, are victims from the work of countless hordes of fools. Death is the place where we emerge from the smoke and dust.
I wrote a poem called “Sorrow”. The poem is the offspring of this realization. With all sincerity, I desire that death should come. Let it come and put an end to this catastrophic event called “My life”.
I don’t desire death because I’m lazy. I desire death because of Jesus. (The very same reason I’m still living.) I desire death that there may finally be peace in the place where all I could bring was horror. I desire death that his work may find completion.
How precious then are these words he has led, inspired or incited me to write. Though they cause upheaval, it is for the better of every soul. And as I have written before, as long as I live here these words remain concealed.
They are concealed because of the pride of Man. As long as he can attribute an errant human to these words, he will not find them nor seek them out. But take away the man and the legacy sprouts wings. “He was ten feet tall. He was the epitome of muscle and brain. His heart was forever in the right place. He was a saint among us!”
How wrong they will be. But how useful is their error. May God be glorified in Jesus His, Holy and Righteous Son for the sake of what He has done in this fool.
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How Dare You!
Shall I keep the following words to myself? Shall I be tender, soft spoken, and reserved, as I share what comes? I will not. I will speak with a voice different from the current “brand” of Christianity, being proclaimed among so many today.
I will speak with defiant authority. I will say what is right. And I will encourage all to “hear”.
How dare you keep it to yourself? How dare you shrink back from assault (as if today’s world will do you any more harm than to ignore you)? How dare you keep the Holy Words of God to yourself, while the entire world around you burns to the ground with wicked abandon? You call this Christianity? You call this “Love”?
When Christians stood up and pointed to the truth, this world was a different place! The wicked feared their approach. “Oh, Crap! Here comes one of those Christians!” And they would hide for the fear such faithful ones brought with them. But today, it is the Christian who hides.
How dare you live your life at ease and contentment, while the millions of unsaved sinners pass you by! How dare you think you will be well received by the Holy One who endured such a horrible beating for His willingness to proclaim the truth. How dare you think you will have a place among the holy ones who have proclaimed despite their fears! And how dare you leave the proclamation to such sinners and fools as I!
Power, Money and Fame
See how the rats clamor for the cheese.
With ever increasing boldness, they brave the light of day.
Leaving behind the wisdom of shadows; that age old tool of survival.
Enticement has called with that perfect stench, far too powerful to resist.
What fear had been safety now gives way to lust.
And, BEHOLD! The enemy welcomes their approach!
“Come! Devour their prized possessions! Take from them what they have gathered without My permission. The work of their hands will consume them”.
The people cower in the shadows once relegated to vermin.
Some even applaud this advent of shame.
Folly belongs to the thieves.
Wisdom and boldness is given to fools.
Behold the beginning of the end!
Of Geese and Drunks
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Doing my paper work this morning after getting the trailer loaded, my work was interrupted by the honking of geese. 6 of them sat on top the building. 2 of them seemed to think I was a possible threat. Fine, what do geese know about humans anyway? I gave them a few moments of study and went back to my work.
A few minutes later they saw more geese coming in to land on the building. Honking and dancing their heads around, they welcomed the fellow poopers. With all the noise they made, I gave them a bit more study. There was one goose who was making the most noise. While I watched that one, I came to the conclusion that it was a he. His “wife” stood next to him. She just watched him make a fool out of himself. And it reminded me of the way young men act in a crowd of drunks. So very macho! So very loud and embarrassing.
Now you have to know this: She didn’t seem to notice that he was being “too loud”. She was even imitating his head bobs. He pecked at her a bit. And she gladly lowered her head and took it. He would scratch and so would she. What a wife for a foolish goose.
Sadly, there are many men like him. Sadly, there are many wives like her. When we say that a man is acting like an animal, the geese show what we mean.
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