Walls


Every wall divides, that is its singular purpose.  On one side of the wall are those things that are not desired.  On the other side of the wall is the desire of the one who erected the wall.

Your house has walls.  Your heart walls.  The City of God has walls.  Think deeply on this and understanding will bud on the limb of your tree.

But there is another wall that men rarely speak of.  It is created to keep Man distant from the Holiness of the Sovereign God.  My soul sees this clearly, but the limits of Man’s communication perplex my words.  And how should this be astounding?  Even the Lord Jesus questioned as to how he might deliver these truths to Man.  “What is the kingdom of God like?  And to what should I compare it?”

Every man knows the wall I am speaking of.  It is the blackness apparent on a cloudless night.  It is the blackness of our understanding.  Is the blackness of our ability to speak to one another in regard to the great things of the Holy One.  It is the blackness of the will, to obey the Living God’s Holy Son.

This wall is for protection on both sides, for the Living God is not evil as many attribute to his Holy name.  It protects our evil hearts from the condemnation of the Living God.  And to protects the Sovereign purity that is Life from the Living God.

If any man would pass from one side of the wall to the other, the doorway must be shown to him.  This doorway is the Holy Son of the Living God.  You will find the complete description of it written in the Bible.

Now who has understanding?  Who desires eternal life?  Who will bend his will, that God may raise him up?  Who will lower his walls that God may enter?

My God will watch over these words.  Wherever they go, what eyes may read them, the Living God will watch the response.

By His Grace

Damaging Judgments of Memory


There was a fountain in the town square that used to be connected to an underground stream laced with sulfur.  When the fountain had been built the water was clean.  But over time a pocket of sulfur was released by the flow.

The people in the village knew to avoid the water in the fountain, and it’s no surprise they considered it a filthy thing.  It was obvious this was not a place of nourishment.

But for some unexplained reason, one day the water in the fountain ran clean.  For years the people in the village avoided the fountain, not caring that the water was pure.  They couldn’t forget what the fountain used to contain.

Instead of enjoying their newfound convenience, they would walk nearly a quarter mile to the fresh flowing spring outside the village to get their water.  By habit and a memory of insult, they refused to drink the water of the fountain.

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Do we judge the value of a man by what he used to be?  Or are we diligent enough to take a look at what he has become?

By His Grace

Unworthy


A car with a bad engine is unworthy of your money, unless you have the means to fix it.  And if your car behaves poorly, you begin to search for ways to repair it or to get another one.

If a road is closed because there is no bridge, only the true idiot continues undeterred.  The tiniest  modicum of wisdom forces people to find another route.

You can read the signs your car gives you, you can read the signs on the road.  How is it that so many do not read the signs of warning in their dilapidated soul?

The philosopher Plato said, “The unexamined life is not worth living”.  Isn’t it true, the one who ignores signs of warning encourages a bad day.

Your life is broken.  If you don’t know that, you haven’t examined it very closely.  Even according to the man Plato, your life then is not worth living.  What’s your response to all this?

If a mechanic pulls up to a stop sign next to you and tells you he is willing to fix your falling car for free, wouldn’t he get your interest?  Well I’ve pulled up next to you in the body of this message.  I know the one who can fix your broken life.  His name is Jesus.

By His Grace

No Confusion Allowed


I don’t want people to mistake the intent, meaning, source, inspiration, or Leadership of this blog.

I don’t write to give strength to universalism, relativism, humanism, atheism, or any religion/construct of man.

If I point out anything in creation, it will find an immediate reference to the Holy Lord God Most High; and this through The Holy Son.

They say, “All truths lead to the singular Truth”.  They say that every item and thought will lead to “something greater”.

While there might be a miniscule of truth in what they say, I am amazed that the “something greater” is never the target of such teachings.

They always stay in a “search mode”, as if discovering was the key to living a full and satisfying life.

 

This blog is from God, through his servant in Christ Jesus, and will never advocate anything more than a diligent humiliation of soul before the Majesty of God.

I am not writing a “search mode” blog.  I am spelling out the Truth; that elusive and rarely intended target of all Man’s endeavors.

 

If you’ve come here thinking that I will add to your search, you’re wrong.  I intend to define, highlight, advocate, glorify, and promote the Living God’s Holy Son Jesus.

There is NO truth but the very Word of the Living God.

He is TRUTH.

He is LIFE.

He is RIGHTEOUSNESS

He is HOPE

He is THE SINGULAR SACRIFICE FOR EVERY MAN

Does this sound like I agree with all the “search modes” of man?

The Birth of Rebellion


The law of God has set forth life.  The list and its sayings toward application are not far removed from Man.  But who has the constitution to seek them out?

A child is born, and there is great rejoicing.  But I fail to find the strength to rejoice with them.  For in the essence of my soul I do not see the baby.  I see the man they will force him to become.

By the time he is two, the child has already been taught and onslaught of lies.  His questions are answered by those who do not understand or seek.  Innocence is shattered by the weapons of lies.  The house in which he is raised is not purged of sharp and deadly instruments.

What a horrible creature they mark me as; that I should be so callus as to be sad at the birth of a baby.

What then do I see as I look at the volume of Man?  I see the bloody hands that rip at Jesus.  I see the shouting horde that despised the beauty of God.  I see rebellion raised as king, while the King is raised toward death.  And the lovely law of God is cast aside.

Yet I will love them all, for He has loved even me.  I will testify to the beauty of eternal perfection, though my finger has nowhere to point, that I should show them concrete evidence. 

By faith I will believe and love them.  I will adore them as if they are Jerusalem, the blessing of God among the filth of Man. 

With great and excellent praise for the Living God, my Lord Jesus entered Jerusalem.  Knowing what would happen, he let his heart be filled with joy to accomplish the will of His Holy Father.  And didn’t the people join him in praise?  Yet so soon following, they would demand his demise.

They had meant it for evil, that they may be rid of the Holy Testimony.  But God had determined it for good; that eternal joy and life should be offered through the very one they so willing ripped apart.

I will love the wicked with the love of God.  I will gesture to His lovely laws.  I will let this sorrow remain and will not join them.  For the bodies of women continually produce more who will rebell.

Let there be joy and innocence.  But may we strive to retain it!  I look!  I strive to see!  I study the fabric of Man!  But where is truth beside the cradle?  Instead of a blazing lamp, they leave a gilded book of lies for the child to peruse.

Yes I will love them even as my Lord loved Jerusalem. 

“34 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing.   35 Look, your house is left to you desolate.”  (Luke 13)

By His Grace

After Time Stands Still


Do you believe there is such a thing as a 24 hour day?

Do you believe that seven of them make a week?

How about a month, a year, 10 years, a hundred years, and so on?

Do you believe that there is such a thing as a million years?

Do you believe there is such a thing as a billion years, or even a trillion?

Do you believe there is such a thing as a never ending time, that thing called eternity?

How long do you expect to live?

What’s going to happen to you after you are dead?

Eternity is a smidge bit longer than you will live here, isn’t it?

Do you think it might be good to find out everything you can regarding what happens after death?

How many people do you know that have even looked into this?

If you have studied at length in regard to this life, have you studied at all in regard to Eternity?

Do you think it’s strange that people are so ignorant about such an important issue?

Isn’t it funny how people just accept the popular belief about these things, and don’t bother to look into them themselves?

Those people who are in charge of damage control, often take a close look at the worst case scenario.  By doing this they often avoid the lesser troubles. 

When it comes to the volume of religions on this world, I suggest that you take a look at Christianity.  There you will find much adeu about Hell, or at best complete annihilation. 

What possible scenario could be worse than spending eternity in a place of agony and torment? 

I know there’s a lot of people who would say I am completely insane to even suggest these things.   What if the remote possibility says, “I’m right”?

By His Grace