God is Out of Time.


“Whad ya do yesterday?”   How often is that question asked?  And in how many languages?  What you did yesterday does have impact on today.  But what you do today is far more important. 

I was amazed when I first heard the writer of Hebrews refer to a day as a place.  Hmmm  wow and awesome.  God is out of time.  His view of our limited notion of time is that of places.  It’s as though we walk from one place to another and pass certain places.  And in this respect, the writer had a billions of tons of information in another statement:  “Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts.”

If yesterday only matters because you passed it, how much more important is today?  Consider something.  You, like all people, will soon run out of todays.  What will you do when God refers to all the places you’ve been?

By His Grace.

got love?


The desire for “being loved” is a strong engine. We see people do amazingly stupid things just for the notion of being loved. And God set the bar higher than our innate desire for love. In many ways God has said, “I set this consuming fire before you. Enter it and you will receive pure love”.

For all the stupid things we do to get a notion of love. Few are willing to die for it.

By His Grace.

Feeling Like God Doesn’t Care About You?


I can’t remember who the preacher was.  He was speaking of Jesus’ request that the Father take this cup from him.  He said what I believe was right:

It was not the pain of having his beard pulled out  that caused such agony.
It was not the beatings across his sinless face.
it was not the spit dribbling down his face.
It was not the humiliation of being mocked for being the Son of God.
It was not the bone and glass shards which ripped the skin off his back.
It was not the trek to Golgotha.
It was not the nails tearing through his hands and feet.
It was that moment we heard him cry, “My God!  My God!  Why have You forsaken me!”

He knows.  I say it again, He knows about the feeling of being removed from His Loving Father.  And all He did to deserve that was to Love His Father’s will unto death.

By His Grace.

God Unleashed


By sin I’ve kept strong hold

Of the message yet untold.

He fills my breath with wonderous things.

I’ve stifled what is Good.

And closed the Holy Hood.

And yet His message burns within.

I’ll take Your Gift of Life!

And cease my endless strife.

My hands go limp around the strap,

Behold! 

My God is Now Unleashed!

By His Grace.

An Itty Bitty Christ?


There is a popular belief that we are suppose to be “little christs”.  And to some extent this has a strong basis in truth.  But I find something more.  In the seeking of Jesus I encounter that “something more”. 

I’ve heard and seen the Church try to encourage each other to be “little christs”.  And I’ve watched that fail time after time.  I do not draw people to Jesus.  That’s the Father’s job.  Men are drawn to Jesus by His Holy Hand.  It’s my part to simply tell of what He has done for me.  I am, by no means, a “little christ”.  I am one who has received the gift of eternal life from the One who is Life.

In being the servant of the Most High God, I find myself being used. 

By His Grace.

Shut Down the Boilers and Drift in the River of Truth.


Every generation of the malicious wicked will have the same thought: “I’ve finally found a way to trash this idea of a righteous God”.  Isn’t it interesting how proud they are of themselves for coming up with an idea that’s been around since the snake first learned to talk?  They’re so proud of themselves that they are not self righteous.  And that they have finally learned to overcome all the great onslaught of “God Talk”. 

God laughs at them for a reason.  They throw away His Holy word which depicts them thousands of years ago.  They miss the very words that will condemn them in the end.  Wouldn’t it be better to throw away pride and admit that they can’t explain why their bodies wrinkle up and eventually die?  Wouldn’t it be better to humble themselves?  What great energy they spend trying to destroy the eternal God and His people.  There will be no waste of God’s energy to drive them from His presence.

There is no vindictive tone to what I’ve just wrote.  I earnestly desire to see them in heaven for eternity.  But I was once one of them.  I know the pull of pride.  I know the pull of pride even as I strive to serve the One who made me.  But, by the Grace of God, He teaches me to put down my pride and listen. 

Come to Him, all you who labor under your own steam.  Shut down the boilers and drift a while.  Let the current of truth lead you to the One who made you, even Jesus.

By His Grace.