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.”
(I apologize for giving a S in the title. Literary law requires it, or I would not have done it.)
It is said that the Liberals are aghast at the declaration of Mrs. Trump, that she is a practicing Catholic.
(This small article assumes that the report is accurate. Given the flavor of the day, I tend to think it is.)
I’m not gonna bother to go into a justifiable rant regarding their hypocrisy. Let me simply say this:
If you will come unglued at an honest declaration of religion from your First Lady, what will you do when the Holy Father unveils His Righteous and Holy Son on the day of your judgment. “There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
Not only do they make no preparation for the inevitable, they deny it’s very existence and venomously despise any reference to it. Worshipping inclusion, they despise a singular truth.
This sounds to me exactly like I expect the demons to respond; adoring the darkness, they despise even a sliver of light among them. (and that’s all her decoration is folks, just a sliver of light in this vast coal dark world.) Who then is driving their worship of “tolerance”?
The advice of God to such people is to drop your pride and humble yourself before Him that HE can give you eyes to see and ears to hear. For now, you are so engrossed in trivial nothingness that you cannot see the approaching devastation of your soul. You elevate nothing as if it is something. But “SOMETHING” is surely approaching. When the Father speaks “the end”, the something will appear with nowhere to hide.
And I am amazed at how rare these words are in such a perverse society is this. Even the conservative pundits respond with trivial nothingness. They simply respond to a slap in the face by slapping the face of the attacker. Tell me, what is accomplished? (satan smiles)
This event is so foolish that even a fool like me can see it clearly. On the clock of eternity, what time is it?
By His Grace.
Today’s media is on a reporting frenzy. Every time there is a good deed done, they make a magnificent banner and announce it to the whole world. The people say they are inspired. And more good deeds are sought. Now a celebrity circus comes to town. Who will be next to be bathed in the spotlight of “Good”?
Take a note of this: did anyone hear a trumpet blast from heaven as the leaves sprouted on the trees of winter? On the birth of every child, does anyone hear angels sing a magnificent chorus from heaven? Is any good deed from God heralded like a man heralds his own good deeds?
Yet God alone is purely good, continuous, eternally, majestically. Does anyone see a difference here? Or is it just me?
When we are done doing what good we do, let everyman say, “I have only done what I should”. If you will be like Jesus, reject accolades.
1“Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.
2“So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 3But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”
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.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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