I have never found a Music more lovely than a sad song. It’s not the lyrics they use, it’s the melody that accompanies it. When the soul cries through Music it is exquisitely melodic.
What melody accompanied the crucifixion of Christ? The fullness of God’s will in all eternity. Death trying to consume heaven.
Man’s ears are not made to hear it. Even the soul cannot taste it’s fullness. It is the song of God’s victory over unspeakable sorrow.
Written on the ocean on March 2, 2017. But ever so eternally poignant.
The waves beat against the hull of the ship.
With a silent and determined anger;
With gluttony for autonomy,
They desire “unimpeded”.
See how the steel says, “No”.
See how they are forced to go,
Dissipated.
How the strength of their ruin is utterly devastated.
How, with present Will
pressed against them,
they turn to white frothing.
At the majesty they encounter;
They turn to –
Mere nothing.
Like they do as the wind whips them up,
in small measure
The sea is dotted with purity.
Yet:
With impassable Will
All is turned back.
“You will not pass.
I cannot relent.
I move through your midst,
My strength never spent.”
Be still!
Cease your work!
Bow to Me!
My people will pass
Speaks The Maker He.
Move Holy Spirit.
Move through my soul.
Be the ship that carries
The desire of Your own will.
As it has been from old.
Be in me the strength of your love.
Keep me on the
“Inward side.”
365 days in a year. 365 years. I haven’t even quite made it to 65 yet. But Enoch, the seventh from Adam, lived 365 years before he walked with God and was seen no more for God took him.
Can you close your eyes and imagine living 365 years in this place?
Without God, I know for a fact I would despise my life in short order. But with the Lord to comfort me, guide me, teach me, and make me useful, it doesn’t matter how long I live where.
Let us rethink “valuable”.
This morning I see this:Darkness on the earth is witness to a hushed murmur of violence. The night is a cloak for the thieves.
They steal what they will; property, life and peace.
But this I perceived:
The world spins around causing the Sun to rise. And the noise of wickedness is no longer a murmur.
Now it is a deafening roar of greedy desire and wicked intent.
Their eyes open shooting fiery knives of blame. Dreams and nightmares give way to the reality of judgmental hearts.
The peace of the wee hours of the morning.
The time of prayer, time of reflection. The time to receive life from He who is Life. Clarity comes from Him. And in the clarity I can perceive as if indeed from some vast distance. The place where the splatter of blood cannot reach.
The night will come again. The thieves will sleep, the thieves will tiptoe about. But He who lives forever is Peace.
By the command of the Living God, His name is Jesus! Quiet your soul and trust Him. Listen intently for what cannot be heard. Search for what IS. His desire is for you. Doesn’t the blood beneath the cross prove His intent?
He is not a thief, unlike we who pray. He comes to grant life, wisdom, forgiveness, peace, joy, faithfulness, and doesn’t the list become endless? Those who learn to receive become like He. The spinning of the earth becomes far less fearsome.
This, is to be a Christian.
Man goes to war with tools of death, that he may bring a “ceasing” to his enemy.
God goes to war against the “deceased”, that he may bring them to life.
Man’s enemy says to him, “We will not die today. It will be you who’s eyes will close!”
God says to his enemy (the dead), “Ask of me and I will open your eyes”.
Curiously, how many say “NO!”, choosing instead to remain in death.
What in odd battlefield the Holy One inhabits.
“Wherefore, if you see another sin openly or commit a serious crime, do not consider yourself better, for you do not know how long you can remain in good estate. All men are frail, but you must admit that none is more frail than yourself.” Thomas à Kempis
BE SOBER!
There is no one more vile than I. For no one is more adept at destroying the work of God than my selfish nature which lives within me.
No matter what knowledge I have concerning righteousness, my roommate called selfishness knows nothing, desires nothing, and can produce nothing on his own. At the base of things, he only knows how to play with mud.
What counsel is there in these things? I see this: be careful not to judge the sinners all around us. For with one touch of the love of God, anyone of them can out strip us with the doings of the Holy Spirit. Despise the action, but be ready to embrace the actor.
The one to whom much is forgiven, the same will love much. The one who is released from the deepest and darkest of dungeons will love the open spaces more. He understands captivity, and now embraces freedom with a violence.
But the one who does not perceive his own wickedness, this one sees no need to praise. Righteous humility eludes him.
God has raised mighty men from the sewer in the past. Rest assured, he is doing so today.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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