Before he sinned, He saw the truth.
As he prayed, He watched in silence.
God gave way to sins of youth.
Then came morning and found him silent.
What could possibly be spoken?
Over time a tear develops.
God stood near, that tear a token.
The Lord’s his God because He cares.
Not just for the sake of religion.
The Living God lives within.
That’s why the man is called a Christian.
While you slept I could not. But my waking was not as it is in the city that never sleeps. For there they plot to maintain their wealth. There they plot to cheat, murder, rape, and gain what does not satisfy. Their waking is to flesh. Not so with mine.
My heart has heard the warning of demise. The words come from Holy lips. But the sound is softer than the landing of a feather. It is a whisper. Yet the gravity of their sum is like the sounding of a cannon. So I do not sleep.
Perhaps to pray, a sufficient response and expected. But does prayer require bent knee? How, then, could we obey what is spoken to us, “pray without ceasing” ? No. Prayer is here with you now as you read this. Our hearts are bent together in unified terror for the losses most certainly to come. As reeds in a wind storm, let our hearts bend toward The Holy Throne.
This I will offer. “Amen” if you agree. Then, if the burden finds root in your soul also, leave your own words to Him here that we might mutually agree.
“O’ Holy Father in heaven, Yours is might of might. It is said of Your Holy Son that He is the same yesterday, today and forever. So it is. For this He is worthy. For He is the exact representation of You, His Father. What we see in Him is that of You.
You teach us to love as You love Your Son. So be it! This is good and right. You teach us to care for the weak. We watch You raise up help for all men in need. You show us how to be kind to our enemies, for we witness how you provide food, clothing, shelter and strength to those who abhor Your Holy ways. We witness these things and stand in awe Your Majestic heart.
Father, our nation is willingly killing itself. Your people are to blame. We shut up Your perfect words behind closed doors on Sunday morning. We said little or nothing as the nation around us began to decay. Now, You have allowed liars to lead us the rest of the way to destruction. We did not keep Your word. We counted Your mercy as if You would shelter our sin. May that NEVER be!
Now, I present these words of truth to You and all who will read them. We ask that we be shown if there is anything that can be done to save this place from what is beginning to take shape.
“Horror approaches. Godless days among the godless!”
Yes.
You rightfully ask, “Do you love Me more than these”. Yet when asked if fire should be called down on the wicked, we were told we do not know the God we serve.
Holy Father, You are mercy! Kick Your people awake as was done to Peter. Open the steel bars over our sleep encrusted eyes. Show us our sin and folly. We have neglected what is our duty before You.
Lord, You are tender. Your touch is life and precious. Please touch us. Your name is Jesus. You are the God who saves. We ask, humbly and with understanding, please wake us.
By Your Grace. Amen.
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I see people celebrate situations in life. I am told I should be happy for them. And I know that often people are irritated that they must remind me to be happy for others.
Should I lie and say I am happy because you bought a new car? Should I lie and say I am happy that you have a new boyfriend? Should I lie and say I am pleased that you are near retirement and I know you will have a good time? Should I lie about the hundreds of things people experience in this world?
Where has the joy of the Lord been, as we celebrate life? Where has the celebration been because we share the joy of salvation together? Where has been the delight in God’s law between us? It was never good and pleasant between us as we climbed the steps to his temple. How can I be pleased for you in the things of this world when you are not busily acquiring the things of Eternity?
I fear you will die being perfectly pleased with your life on this earth. They will all speak well of you, and they will recount the wonderous times of joy you had together. But I will find no joy in your passing. For you made no attempt to be at peace with the God you have gone to meet.
Most people think religion is a private matter. They don’t want anyone to talk to them about it. And they’re certainly not going to open the subject themselves. “What is between me and God is between me and God”.
I suspect that what is between you and God is that you are ashamed of his son among men. It could be a lack of education about God. But one with think that asking questions is more in line with that excuse; learning if you will.
A man caught in a small amount of trouble receives the accusation that if he were given the chance he would do far worse. When asked to explain himself, the accuser goes on to describe some heinous crime. And in the accusation he points at the poor man as if this man had already done these things. From his own wicked imagination the accuser hopes to destroy another.
Sadly I am not just writing fiction here. This happens all day long across the entire surface of the globe. From their wicked imagination men blame others for faults they do not possess. Then, as if that were not sufficient, they turn to look at the ugliness around them and blame God.
They themselves have caused this putrid stench. Yet they have the gall to blame God. But the Lord will remain blameless, for even as they accuse He holds out his hand that He may save them.
For now they do not know righteousness. They do not know love. They do not know kindness, mercy, or justice. They do not know the living God we serve through Jesus The Son. But this is why I have written this post. I write this that some may come to their senses and learn from Him who is Love.
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I got used to it. So did you. A long time ago, perhaps before we were born, we got used to it.
There was plenty of things to keep me busy. So it didn’t matter that I was being forced to move beyond my will.
Oh, there were times when I really, really, desired to remain in a certain place a while longer. But the push came anyway. I got used to even this annoying aspect of life.
Let a man push me like time does and I’ll grow angry at him. But his push is momentary. And time comes along to push me past that point also. So I get used to it.
WHAT’S THAT ON THE HORIZON?
There’s a light approaching. I’ve heard about this place. “I don’t want to go”. But the familiar push comes anyway.
Compelled, we are. We will enter that contractual closure. We were handed a certificate of life when sperm met egg. That certificate expires on the separation of soul and body.
“I don’t want to go”. But I’m so used to being pushed that I forget to even give consideration to that hand at my back.
My skin rips away. Muscles leave me. Bones no longer support. Restraint is gone. But another certificate of contract is applied to me now.
Something comes to mind. Even in this place of pushing, something comes to mind. What is the substance of that contract which will replace the one I am currently living under?
Will it be life? Will it be death? Now is the moment to choose.
Time is the invention of the One who pushed me toward that eternal contract. He has allowed me to taste this temporal contract. And has warned me sufficiently about the contract which lay on the horizon.
Here it comes. HEY!!!!!! YOU!!!!! Stop fiddling around with that gadget and look up! Listen to me! But the man looks up with dazed eyes and groping hands. He wants that gadget. He’s got no interest in what I’m trying to tell him.
He too is being pushed. His contract will terminate. A new one will be applied. What then?
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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