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.”
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.
The man of the tombs was set free. The people marveled when they found him dressed and in his right mind. But do not mistake their marvel for a willingness to love. No, he spent the rest of his days in this world abandoned and despised.
When he was full of demons they tried to bind him but he broke the chains and was set free from their bonds again. But now they find him weak. Now their despising is a raging fire. Now he can receive their pent-up vengeance. Don’t bother to think they had mercy on the man.
As they realized that he had become like them, their widened eyes became squinted in anger. Amazement quickly turned to thoughts of murder.
He was not loved when he was unlovable. They could find no strength to love him when he became sane.
But where is he now?
Despite all the world’s favorable words and intentions, they do not know what love and mercy is.
“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.
Regrets are easily pushed aside by simply dwelling on something pleasant. But I have in mind a place where pleasant things are no more. In this place, even the memory of pleasant things has been evaporated. In the brilliance of this place, hope has become an Eternal arid desert.
As I wake this morning, one or two of these regrets come to make a visit. The power of them is devastating.
Accused! I am accused and have no recourse. I am accused and I am undone. Not only do I remember them, I am forced to admit my guilt.
And I realize something more. Not only do I remember them, those to whom they were done remember them also. And the witnesses! I dare not forget the witnesses! The testimony against me is everywhere, waiting in silence. The entire world has been witness to my doings!
Then I realize something utterly astounding.
These are just two items in my soul. There are hundreds of thousands more I have forgotten. If these two can devastate my heart, how would I stand against the onslaught of things I have done?
But for the strength of the forgiveness of Christ, I am a walking dead man. Not only I. But every man who has ever lived. Our sins are a mold of guilt that covers our soul. It comes with us to the throne of God. Unseen for now, do we dare be dressed in the filthy things we have done as we stand before him to be Judged?
We need the strength of Christ. More than anything in this world, we need the strength of the forgiveness of Christ!
Every day that goes by, in which we do not take note of this and respond, is another day that adds to the mold. All the while, the moment of our appearing before the Holy Lord God Almighty does not tarry. It stands in place, where it has always been, and will not be moved!
I don’t write this to scare anyone. The fear will come on it’s own. I write this to wake as many souls as I can. Go to Christ. Accept his mercy. While you can still voluntarily do so.
Yes we have an option. Remain as you are and appear before God, naked and ashamed.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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