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While You Slept (a prayer for help)

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While you slept I could not.  But my waking was not as it is in the city that never sleeps.  For there they plot to maintain their wealth.  There they plot to cheat, murder, rape, and gain what does not satisfy.  Their waking is to flesh.  Not so with mine.

My heart has heard the warning of demise.  The words come from Holy lips.  But the sound is softer than the landing of a feather.  It is a whisper.  Yet the gravity of their sum is like the sounding of a cannon.  So I do not sleep.

Perhaps to pray, a sufficient response and expected.  But does prayer require bent knee?   How, then, could we obey what is spoken to us, “pray without ceasing” ?   No.  Prayer is here with you now as you read this.  Our hearts are bent together in unified terror for the losses most certainly to come.  As reeds in a wind storm, let our hearts bend toward The Holy Throne.

This I will offer.  “Amen” if you agree.  Then, if the burden finds root in your soul also, leave your own words to Him here that we might mutually agree.

“O’ Holy Father in heaven,  Yours is might of might.  It is said of Your Holy Son that He is the same yesterday, today and forever.  So it is.  For this He is worthy.  For He is the exact representation of You, His Father.  What we see in Him is that of You.

You teach us to love as You love Your Son.  So be it!  This is good and right.   You teach us to care for the weak.  We watch You raise up help for all men in need.  You show us how to be kind to our enemies, for we witness how you provide food, clothing, shelter and strength to those who abhor Your Holy ways.  We witness these things and stand in awe Your Majestic heart.

Father, our nation is willingly killing itself.  Your people are to blame.  We shut up Your perfect words behind closed doors on Sunday morning.  We said little or nothing as the nation around us began to decay.   Now, You have allowed liars to lead us the rest of the way to destruction.  We did not keep Your word.  We counted Your mercy as if You would shelter our sin.  May that NEVER be!

Now, I present these words of truth to You and all who will read them.  We ask that we be shown if there is anything that can be done to save this place from what is beginning to take shape.

“Horror approaches.  Godless days among the godless!”

Yes.

You rightfully ask, “Do you love Me more than these”.  Yet when asked if fire should be called down on the wicked, we were told we do not know the God we serve.

Holy Father, You are mercy!   Kick Your people awake as was done to Peter.  Open the steel bars over our sleep encrusted eyes.  Show us our sin and folly.  We have neglected what is our duty before You.

Lord, You are tender.  Your touch is life and precious.  Please touch us.  Your name is Jesus.  You are the God who saves.  We ask, humbly and with understanding, please wake us.

By Your Grace.  Amen.

How could you!

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A man caught in a small amount of trouble receives the accusation that if he were given the chance he would do far worse.  When asked to explain himself, the accuser goes on to describe some heinous crime.  And in the accusation he points at the poor man as if this man had already done these things.  From his own wicked imagination the accuser hopes to destroy another.

Sadly I am not just writing fiction here.  This happens all day long across the entire surface of the globe.  From their wicked imagination men blame others for faults they do not possess.  Then, as if that were not sufficient, they turn to look at the ugliness around them and blame God.

They themselves have caused this putrid stench.  Yet they have the gall to blame God.  But the Lord will remain blameless, for even as they accuse He holds out his hand that He may save them.

For now they do not know righteousness.  They do not know love.  They do not know kindness, mercy, or justice.  They do not know the living God we serve through Jesus The Son.   But this is why I have written this post.  I write this that some may come to their senses and learn from Him who is Love.

Pushed

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A waving stick man made with Pivot

A waving stick man made with Pivot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got used to it.  So did you.  A long time ago, perhaps before we were born, we got used to it.

There was plenty of things to keep me busy.  So it didn’t matter that I was being forced to move beyond my will.

Oh, there were times when I really, really, desired to remain in a certain place a while longer.  But the push came anyway.  I got used to even this annoying aspect of life.

Let a man push me like time does and I’ll grow angry at him.  But his push is momentary.  And time comes along to push me past that point also.  So I get used to it.

WHAT’S THAT ON THE HORIZON?

There’s a light approaching.  I’ve heard about this place.  “I don’t want to go”.  But the familiar push comes anyway.

Compelled, we are.  We will enter that contractual closure.  We were handed a certificate of life when sperm met egg.  That certificate expires on the separation of soul and body.

“I don’t want to go”.  But I’m so used to being pushed that I forget to even give consideration to that hand at my back.

My skin rips away.  Muscles leave me.  Bones no longer support.  Restraint is gone.  But another certificate of contract is applied to me now.

Something comes to mind.  Even in this place of pushing, something comes to mind.   What is the substance of that contract which will replace the one I am currently living under?

Will it be life?  Will it be death?  Now is the moment to choose.

Time is the invention of the One who pushed me toward that eternal contract.   He has allowed me to taste this temporal contract.  And has warned me sufficiently about the contract which lay on the horizon.

Here it comes.  HEY!!!!!!  YOU!!!!!   Stop fiddling around with that gadget and look up!  Listen to me!  But the man looks up with dazed eyes and groping hands.  He wants that gadget.  He’s got no interest in what I’m trying to tell him.

He too is being pushed.  His contract will terminate.  A new one will be applied.  What then?

What?

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What did God ever do that anyone should hate Him?  What?  Did he give life?  Is that worth hatred?  Did He give items that induce joy?  Is that worthy of hatred?  What?

 

It is the flesh that hates the Lord.  Yet there’s more.  The hatred of the flesh is but a shadow of the hatred satan has for the Lord.  Yet, why hate the Lord who gave life to those who hate Him?  Even now, He gives them what they need.  Yet, “They have hated Me for no reason”.

Greed hates love.   God created satan.  Satan turned to see the glory of God’s righteous qualities.  “I will make those qualities mine and the others will love me.”  But time moved on.

Love for the righteous qualities of God became an obsession for grandeur.  Satan desired the position of God.  “Then they will love me”, he thought to himself.

Death was born when hatred entered in.  Where is that point?  Only those who begin to love the Lord can point to that place.  Because, where we die is the very place where we begin to live.

As long as you refuse to embrace the Lord Jesus, you continue in the hatred for the Father.  God the Father has loved The Son with a love which knows no breaking or separation.  This is not so for the way God the Father will treat His enemies.  The end of such hatred is uniquely singular, death.  I beg you, give this some serious thought.

Unspeakable Joy

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Smile

Smile (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

I was sitting here, mindlessly playing a video game (bloons, if someone asks).  I’m considering the way things are.  Waiting for the dawn.

 

I gave some thought to the promises of God and all heaven let loose in my mind.  Here ya go:

 

God does not lie.  So anyone who believes on the Son of God for their salvation, will receive it.  That means all the promises of God for eternal joy are mine!

 

I get to love the Lord for eternity!  I get to see the face of Jesus and not be ashamed!   I get to live and not die the second death!  I get to see the great men and women of God, and enjoy them!   If I enjoy the things of this creation, trees, sky, wind, etc.  then how much more will the new earth please those who live there?

 

Then the reality of all this hit me.  “Quiet”!  Don’t speak of these things too loudly or often.  There are millions who won’t understand.  Even some of those I love now won’t understand.  They will, in fact, take my joyful celebration as an offence.

 

So I preach.  I speak of God and His beauty.  But I do so, for their sakes, in rather subdued tones.  The promises are mine!  But so is the desire to save others.  And what good will it do if any of their hatred for God’s promises (which non-belief is) falls between they and I?  So I realized that I have “Unspeakable Joy”!!!!!!!!!

 

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Comparison of interest

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I remember how it was before the Lord opened my mind.  I cared very little about what I did as long as others didn’t punish me for it.

There seem to be a particular delight in speaking of things that were righteous, joking about them to make them unholy.  The more vile the more delight, and I rarely lacked friends to enjoy it with.

It seemed that joy came from the base things not the basic things.  Wouldn’t one expect that of an evil man.

But the Lord appeared and gave that man a different tongue.  Where the tongue had enjoyed what is sweet to the flesh, such things now became bitter.  And if by chance I could stomach the taste, the Lord changed my heart along with it.

There is a food for the soul which the body knows nothing about.  Many men have fasted for weeks; while their heart feasted on a great banquet.

Where before nothing was forbidden, now only certain things are acceptable.  But it is no loss.  The fact is, what is now less is far more satisfying than all that was.  And shame has made way for peace.

All of this has come to be because Jesus first loved me.

By His Grace.