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Facebook memories

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I wrote this this morning for Facebook. It didn’t seem right not to share it here.

Facebook shares memories of time past. So this morning I’m going to use that.

Assuming that I will still be here in a couple of years, perhaps five, I’m going to write what I see this morning.

The coming day of judgment:

It is an open and desolate place for those without Christ. It is a place of compulsory gathering. It is an utterly darkened and foreboding place; as if in comparison to our experience here, it is like the darkest of nights with the thickest a fog about us. A place unfamiliar, a place of no resources to defend ourselves, a place of living threat, and a place of endless fear.

All the while, the sounds of thundering, hungry, and intense ministers of God wait to do his will. The total silence of the place allows the ear to hear every movement of those holy servants of God.

If ever man has feared, he will be in extreme agony there while he awaits his own personal and eternal words of judgment to be spoken against him. And in that place, there are billions of souls who wait.

Millions and millions are the servants of the Lord. Let your mind paint as vicious a creature as you can. They will purify the house of God, eternity will not make room for God’s enemies. God is Life, in him there is no room for impurities or death.

With the speed of light and the strength of freed lightning they will snatch away and devour as God pronounces each judgment. Without regard for each judged soul, they will immediately put him in his proper place.

Naked and helpless, there is no place there to hide.

Now I speak of these things on a day called “today”, and here I have opportunity to reflect. This is the day of salvation. In this abundant place, I am allowed to consider all these things and respond with an appropriate fear of God.

“Today” is the day to make peace with the Living God through Christ Jesus, His Holy, Honorable, and faithful Witness. “Today” brings the opportunity for forgiveness of your sins and cleansing through a repentant heart. No one who stands in the field of judgment is there by mistake.

I have not had a vision from God about this. I got this from reading the book of Joel, as anyone else who can read can read for themselves. As a person reads the book of Joel his imagination set on fire.

But the day of the Lord will be vastly more than the man’s imagination can paint. It is absolutely sure to come. And it will be absolutely stark and personal.

Today is the day of salvation!

May the man I will be, when this post is brought up in Facebook as a memory, be in vastly better prepared to receive the things of Christ.

Needless to say, I’m going to go to prayer now.

Belong Together?

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If the substance of God was only the opinions of man, perhaps even the sum of them, 

. . . The world would be exactly as we find it.  


Every man pursuing the best of his own mind;

Mindless of the minds around him.  


Violence: 

from murder to war 

from jealousy to revenge

from specialized inclusion to utter distain

from dutiful servitude to despicable rebellion.  


Yes.  


If the substance of God was only the opinions of man, wouldn’t we see exactly what we do?


Scatter the people so that they cannot construct together. Destroy solidarity.  


The nature of what we worship matters intensely. 

Define Christianity.  

Broken, Not Destroyed

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I don’t know what value this is. Maybe it’s only valuable to me; to let my heart speak the words.  

What is Christ to me? He is a painful love. Yet, it’s not that he is painful but that I am from destruction.  


I see his love. I feel his love. I strive, with everything I have, to do his love. Yet the culture of the place where I am from often interferes with peace.  


The pain is not because of his love. Pain does not come from there. It comes from the store house of memories; wrapped around every thought like a leaching vine on a dying tree.  


I remember I did this to someone. I remember I failed to recognize someone else’s pain. Missed moments. Murderous moments. Distracted by selfishness. Wasted times, Times spent trying to survive, encased in a body full of greed.  


Sigh. So it is. But I would rather live this horror, with his love as my target, than to spend another moment living that useless life I have come to regret so deeply.  


Let this be an apology where no words can repair. Let this stand as a testimony to true Christianity.  


The Spirit of God calls, provokes, leads, and encourages toward what is holy. The unholy part of me must succumb. And I am gratefully thankful to my God that his promise is to destroy the destroyer. He is the rock upon which we are broken. Yet woe to those upon whom it falls, for they shall be utterly ground to powder.  


Be glorified Holy Father, for the work of Your own hands in the souls You have chosen to love.  

Axiom #2

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Hope and Help

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As a child it is not difficult to find someone who believes in you.  The only difficulty is proximity.  Are those who can believe in you close enough for you to touch and receive.  

But let childhood pass.  Let the people begin to notice your faults, and those who believe in you will quickly dissipate in number.  Now let the person become an adult, full of fault, like a filthy glass filled with reeking mud.  We will find no one left to believe in our potential [frankly, this is not an aberration. We simply don’t have any more potential to love] but those who require a payment of some kind.  The love we need, we have to buy.   Isn’t it said that the world loves the rich, while the pauper remains ignored; destitute of adoration.  

Now we see destruction run rampant in every heart.  Woe to the rich man when his money runs out.  Woe to the poor man who cannot buy love.  And especially, woe to the man who has used his mind to be loved by so many.  For the mind will surely waste away to nothing.  

You will say to me, that’s what a strong relationship is for; someone who will love you regardless your faults.  But what should you say if no such relationship comes?  And why should you hope in something that everyone knows is incredibly rare?  How many fables revolve around “true love”.

Who are you then?  You were nothing more than an empty body; hated and despised simply because you need to draw air.  Your station in love will not increase.  You will become less and less and less.  How many old folks waste away with no one left to love them?  They enter the grave poorer than they were when they were born.  

Do you think this is too harsh?  How many live like that for the majority of their life?  How many become invisible even while they are here among us?

Here I must say that Christ is enough.  He can reclaim and love and make you valuable.  But even in that love, despair returns from time to time.  We find they did not love the Lord when he was here among them.  And even God has said they have hated me for no reason, he is righteous in Christ and full to overflowing with love and potential.  How much more will they despise the unrighteousness within us?  

Most people come into this world greatly loved. But also, most people leave this world despised and empty.   Do not be fooled by the plenitude of beautiful stories.  

I could leave it like this and most people would say amen.  And I confess that today I do not have many more words in regard to this.  But I look to my own soul to find the hope of Christ that lays for us beyond the grave.  If he has proven his love for us while we are still filthy, how much more will we know his love when he takes away our mechanism of sin forever?

To the non-Christian I say, believe and experience The Hope.  To the Christian I say remember, dig deep, struggle hard against the sorrow in your heart, remember his promise.  It is enough.  When there is nothing left, he is that part of our soul that refuses to be destroyed.  

Today I do not have much strength.  I have proofed this with half my heart.  Perhaps I will come back a little while later and look it through.  But what I had to say is written here, not hard to decipher past the mistakes.  

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The mightiest of tidal waves. The greatest crash of destruction ever in ETERNITY, the dust of failing- desiring to cover everything. The tumult of violence reaching with all its might toward the threshold of God’s Holy throne!

Every violent thing, held in check by the will of God; “This far you shall come and no more!”


“This is my Righteous Son you have desired. At his feet is your boundary. Here, you are subdued! At the folds of his garment you shall not pass. And those who take refuge within are beyond your reach.  


“This I have spoken. Says the Lord God Almighty. My will is to be done.”