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Seven Spanish Angels?????

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You got to this post across a certain trail. Stop a minute. Pick a rock. Have a seat. Let’s do a little traveling that doesn’t require legs.  

I’ll tell you about the trail that brought me here. I was practicing guitar this morning using YouTube; A little Skip Ewing, a smidgen of Vince Gill, a sliver of Keith urban, and just a dab of Carrie underwood. I just finished “mama’s song”, and looked down at the next few songs. There was Willie Nelson singing “Seven Spanish Angels”.  


In a flash, I was no longer playing guitar. I was transported to this place where you meet me.  


15 minutes of thought can be rolled up in one question. Does Man have a right to play games with the concept of heaven, angels, salvation, death, vengeance, and what is Holy?


It’s kind of sentimental and cute to think that seven Spanish Angels even exist, let alone that they immortalize people just because they die. But is there any possibility that it’s true? Is everyone taken to heaven simply because they lived here on earth? Take a look at what happened to Isaiah. Then tell me what will become of the godless and the sinners of this life.  


1. In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3. And they were calling to one another:


“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;

the whole earth is full of his glory.”


4. At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.


5. “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”


6. Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.” (chapter 6)


God is HOLY. Everything of heaven is Holy. Angels do not come from Mexico. They are of heaven, where everything is holy.  


Those who live by the gun will die by the gun. And in the end they will be assigned the place of those who murder and are of vengeance.  


I am caused to consider this, how much of my own life is a room of lies filled with stupid and ignorant tapestries that will most assuredly destroyed me? What are you thinking?


Thanks for having a seat. Thanks for listening. May God bless the path you take from here.  

Just One

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How big and bad does something vile need to be to destroy a righteous Man?  

Like a single ant on a pebble in the Rocky Mountain Range.  


What then is the state of affairs for a wicked man?  


Will you really then continue in your way until you were called to give account of yourself to God? Really, will you let your mind relegate the Judgment to the category called religion (conveniently forgetting and pushing aside the things that matter most)?


If you stand condemned for the things that you have done in the past, why add to it by not listening to Him today?


The judgment of God does not sleep. The gospel does not go silent. And your life continues as you choose to make it.  


The Judgment of God will be like an F-5000 tornado. There will be no place to hide. And there will be nothing left untouched.  


Let those who decide to be vile, continue then to be vile. But let those who can hear, hear with sobriety.  

TO THE WILLFULLY ARROGANT

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He gives man a place to do as a man pleases.  

Wickedness thrives and the bloodshed is plentiful; blood of body, blood of soul, blood of mind, heart, and righteous potential.  


But a moment comes.


The soul of every man is required.  


Judgment is made, the man is sent to his proper place; his mouth shut, his hands bound forever.  


Desire and prosper in what you will.  


The Lord has desired and will prosper far above your reach.  


Snatched away in a moment, eternity obeys God’s will.  

Comforting Justice

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Where does justice begin?   In whom does justice remain?
When the perpetrator owns his crime.   When he lets God’s light on his misdeeds shine.  

When the clouds of self-righteousness are blown away, by the Holy and Steady wind of God.  

Then, the victim’s words are heard. Then, the burden’s shared.  

Then, an anger filled brush from the tip of a feather stings;

Deeper than the cutting of a cat-o’-nine-tails whip.  

Oh!  Lighten the load in his brother.  Justice, worn like a cloak, cannot do better.   

A whisper, a look, and he “guilty”,

Is undone!

No need anymore for revenge. The prisoner of regret knows his place.  

There go we all, but for God’s Grace.

Familiar Words

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In just a short while you will not be here on this earth.  Ask any older person, they never thought they would be as old as they are.  Ask them again, they’ll tell you they regret a number of their choices.  Then press them about what’s absolutely going to come.  If they’re honest, they’ll tell you they know their soul will go back to the one who made it.  

Newsflash!  You’re going to die.  

Extra! Extra!  It will be done to you as you have believed and done in your life.  

Unspeakably astounding proclamation: God has prepared a way to make your death awesomely joyful!

Commentary:

Most people are going to regret their choices for eternity.  What about you?  Do you know what God has done for his glory in Jesus, his holy and righteous son?   I can’t urge you strongly enough, dig into it before your final day arrives.  

There’s no need for you to be filled with regret for eternity.  God, in Jesus, can make your life righteous and holy.  You do not need to appear before God covered in shame.  Believe the gospel and live!  Ignore the message, and you remain like you are forever.  

The Path

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There is a path 

Upon which there,

No sin can ever walk.  

Truth alone resides there on,

Refusing 

Useless talk.    

Upon that path the Lord himself,

Traverses at his leisure.  

Displaying God the Father’s will,

With His Glory,

Seeking pleasure.  

The proud stand clear and

Yell to Him 

Too hear

Their just and honorable cause.  

He pays no mind.  

Leaving them behind,

Intent with eyes for loss. 

He does not rest.  

Seeking for the best.  

To deliver wondrous hope.

The broken, 

twisted, 

Bent,

Sorrowful few.  

He’s looking, friend,

For hearts to mend.  

He’s looking for

Me and you:

The purpose of his Holy Mind,

The penitent few to find.  

Be bold!

Behold!

Approach and know,

The Living God is kind.