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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“Where’s the Glory!”
You can’t live with me in the truck. For one thing, there isn’t room. You can’t find your daily meal from cans of soup and beans. The stove and refrigerator would be jealous. You can’t be isolated from Humanity but for an occasional confrontation here and there. 6 days a week. Then home, as a stranger.
No! This place is for me.
But don’t you have your own, your house, your family, your home. And isn’t THERE, things “Too much for you”? Don’t those things clamor like tiny chicks noisily begging for worms.
No time for rest, or your glory will die.
No time to compare,
“Who has it better than I?”
Should we think that the Glory of Christ in us is limited “someplace else”? Is it right to think that if you were someone else you could bring him what is Honorable?
If you did all the things that a day’s work demands. What would be said of you? What would be said of your Lord? What right would you have to speak among the people then? And wouldn’t your diligence, honorable and true, be speech enough; not only visible but audible in deed?
His Glory stands waiting in your “house”. Be dressed. Serve.
Hard Times
To take to the mountains is sure best of all.
For there the man learns.
There His Glory stands tall.
The valley is full of peacable ritual.
Repetitive practice seems glory to them.
But up on the mountain the harsh wind knows,
How to take a man’s life with relentless blows.
The valley is full with sounds of their begging,
“Forgive us our sins! Though we keep on forgetting.”
But up on the mountain there’s no time for sin.
The eyes of the climber are transfixed on Him.
Where is the glory on this shaded Earth?
Is it down in the valley; midst those born of mirth?
If you want to be honor, start climbing my friend.
Join Him up there where “THE AIRS” are too thin.
Go to him.
Die,
To the self,
To the norm.
Let Him show you His Glory.
By His Spirit . . .
Be borne!
The harsh things of Earth
Are the nestings of birds.
Let their claws bare you up
As you drink from His Cup.
Or stay in the valley.
Find your way with the men
Who think is quite kindly
To be masters of bending
THE TRUTH.
For Today
Oh, Israel. You who are called to bear His Holy name. You are he who wrestles with God. You wrestle against the things that wrestle against your Lord. And inside you are those things that wrestle against Him. You blessed ones who wake to engage in the holy war of life and death, of suffering and great peace, and of the dispute between truth and lies.
May the blessings of the Living God fall on you today. May his desire to create a people separate to himself become your singular and most important desire. May your hands be restrained to destroy the work that he is doing within you. And may your day provide the great bounty that is due His Holy name.
Let our souls resound in unison. May we give consent to He who lives forever. May we be willing to become his great desire, which he sealed in Holy Blood for His Holy name’s sake.
Let us go to him. Let us willingly fill up in His body the suffering that caused his Glory before the Holy Father. Let our doings proclaim Him worthy to be King.
His name is Jesus. He is greater forever than the sum of Man’s Imagination. He is Glory, Honor, Righteousness, Peace, Joy, Mercy, Justice, and the immeasurably great Grace of the Living God. Honor His Holy name.
Amen.
The Great Expectation
Waiting for the baby;
The baby yet unborn.
The nursery,
White and glistening,
The future place of home.
Expectant siblings pace about,
Doing all they know to do.
Arms aching,
Ready,
Reaching out,
To embrace the likes of you.
Emerging like your brothers,
With joy,
You’re ushered in!
To spend forever
Dressed in white,
And loving none but him.
(For the children of the Lord)
Proof By Adversity?
“Frivolous” Humanities Helped Prisoners Survive in Communist Romania
(I tried to comment on the writer’s article in his page. But his page would not accept a WordPress login. So I make this entry in my blog in the hopes that it will reach the writer. Who knows, perhaps it will also reach a soul somewhere else.)
In that writers article he describes how the government legislates its own morality. The writer says that he found the government’s methods and its operating premise to be at fault, simply by humanity’s insistent efforts to circumvent unjust laws.
The writer says this: “If the study of literature or history were really that pointless, a government trying to control the minds of its subjects would not go to the trouble of putting humanities students and professors in jail.”
Isn’t the same thing true of Jesus? Part of the proof of his royalty is the venomous activity of his enemies. And if all of Jesus is true, proved by the activity of his enemies alone, wouldn’t it be wise to consider his words. If he is truly life are we wise to ignore him?
Words From There 