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The Definition of Beauty

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It is not my clothing that makes me beautiful. It is not the most exquisite possession that makes me important. It is not the agility of my flesh or mind, nor formidable power of my heroic will. 

It is that the will of God works in me to accomplish the will of God. This makes me eternally valuable and pristinely beautiful. Such beauty is not open for debate.  


It is so with everyone of his people whom he himself has called.  


Jesus is first. Jesus IS. Jesus forever will be: the beauty of God, the majesty of God, the preeminence of God, and Life.  


Value what you will, nothing on earth or in the imagination of man, can compare to the Glory of the Living God’s Holy Son; The Lord of HIS glory – both in this place and forever sealed in HIS temple.   


THIS IS BEAUTY DEFINED!

Righteousness Silenced

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There is a roar in those nations referred to as “advanced”.

A quaking of souls, massed together in humiliation,

Each one buzzes with desire.

Together a thunderous volume of hatred roars.

Against the Holy One they mummer.

For the love of sin they whisper their joy;

Now shouting with their unholy practice.

Do they think the din of unholy noise will not reach Heaven?

Adoring the parade of wicked desire.

Propriety is forced to hide;

That brilliant, lovely, gentle dressing of soul.

“Get away from us!  You have nothing to offer anymore.”

So they turn to perfumes to hide the stench.

They turn to guilded eyes to hide the darkness within.

Rich clothing, consuming of wages gained,

Adorning rotting bodies.

“Propriety is dead!  ‘Proper living’ is useless.

We will celebrate gain!  This we will elevate to holy worship.”

Chaos fills the desire of man.

Unholy things fill his unholy temples.

While the body rises to the strength of proud legs,

His soul slithers on the ground.

As the sharpened blade glints in the sunlight,

So his practices, unholy, glint in the Majesty of God.

As the blade sinks deep to cut off life,

So the practices of unholy men rest on their breast bone.

A tiny shove and life is over.

Let surprise show on their faces.

Let the Holy Lord of Life press truth against the handle.

Let temptation, enticing, lies, and desire,

Be pressed away from Him.

Salvation is offered.

But the One who offers is relegated,

To the shadows of a darkened alley.

Who will dare approach?

Who will brave death to embrace Life?

The Holy One’s promises are eternally true.

One is for death.

The other is for Life.

Rise from your drunken stupor!

You die the Death unrestrained.

How will you stand on that Horrible day for sinners?

What strength will your legs of flesh find,

When He rises to judge?

So be it!

Let your soul slither on the ground!

It is in proper posture already.

For every knee will bow,

Every tongue will confess,

That Jesus, the Christ of God, is King,

Lord,

Master,

Glory,

Honor,

Righteousness,

Faithfulness,

And Truth.

Amen, Amen, Amen!

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

Historically Dead

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How angry you were when your sons died in Vietnam.  What a great rebellion was set on fire as your sons and daughters rebelled against your strength.  And as your sons have died in subsequent conflict you cried great tears of grief.

Your precious desire was taken from you and no one asked permission.  They were stolen in the night and trained for war.  Many you have never seen again.  And many have returned to you less than they were when they left.

How does it feel to lose your greatest desire?  Is America greater for its loss? 

How many bodies of desire does history hide; for no one is left to read it?  The parents of decades gone by, now laying their grave, their sorrow quieted.  You do not mourn for them for you have forgotten.  You do not learn from history, you rewrite it.

You have stolen the Lord’s desire.  With great joy, you have made for yourself your own gods.  And you worship them with great abandon. 

“To profit!  To profit!  Let us aspire to ease!  Let us put the horror of history behind us!  We will gather to ourselves great riches, and this for free!”

All the while the Gospel of Christ Jesus, the Holy One of the Most High God, languishes as it goes forgotten in your streets and houses.  You have stolen the desire of God to save your souls.

By your sparkling rebellion you have turned your face away from he who shed his very blood that you may know his love and live.  You have counted him as worthless as the sons who died before you were born. 

As you paint the crosses of the historically dead, so that is the extent of your worship.  Off to spend and gain for your own selfish pride, you have no time for what is holy and good.

What possible benefit might you expect to receive from the one who made you and gave his life for you?  Do you think he will remain patient and silent?  Do you think you will not be noticed as you gorge yourself with things you have stolen from his excellent mercy?