The Other Side


The façade is quite complete. The wall erected between heaven and earth is unmovable by man.  

People stare at the wall. They imagine all kinds of things on the other side. And how quick they are to believe in their own imagination. “My mind can see it.   It must be true!”


Even scientific medicine promotes more imagination. “We can stave off death. We can bring many back from the brink of death.” They proudly say, “We are saving lives”. Still, the wall arrives, and their proclamation falls empty on the ground.  Having spent a fortune, the people still bury their dead. 


Consumed with the trivial and temporary things, people waste the moments of their life without the slightest care. They entertain themselves with an insatiable lust for more. Still, the wall looms like a shadow over Man.  


All the while, the Bible lay closed. An earnest searching for the will of God is pushed aside. The populace prefers their own imagination. Religions of man abound. Science-fiction appears to be more believable than the words of the Living God. The unmovable wall takes no notice.  


Here is today. It is filled with the things that ARE. Imagination is like a boy filled with fear; eyes wide, screaming at the top of his lungs, and arms flailing about. He will not listen to the calm voice of his parents. Lacking wisdom, woven tightly in his fear, his ears are firmly shut.  


Is there a better day to read the words of God and believe what you read? Is there a better day to pray for clarity? Will there be a better day to ask God for sanity?

Another quasi rant


(There’s no need to apologize.  There are millions who feel the same way.)


I’m going to try to be nice.  But it’s really difficult.   What kind of words can talk about this and be nice?  


I’m tired of being told I should do something that God has told me not to do.  “Don’t join in with the celebration of lust that you see in the world.”  (A paraphrase of 1000s of scriptures)


I’m so sick of hearing about diversity.  I would agree when it comes to cultures and the color of skin.  Maybe even diversity according to physical ailment.  And the frailty of humans to do with is perfect and right, that needs to be mentioned.  Yeah, why wouldn’t I accept them just like I am accepted before God in Jesus?  But we all know that’s not what they mean.


They mean that I should treat a person as if they are righteous regardless what they do with their body.  If it’s done in secret, then how should I treat them any differently than the cultural differences I accept?  I don’t strive to suspect, I don’t strive to judge, I strive to accept and to bring life.


But when they make an open mockery of God’s natural will ………………..


Right about here I launch into all kinds of negative words.  God does not call people to mediocrity or less.  He calls us all to his Holy standard.  The watering hole is in the east.  But the mass of people are headed west to the desert!  I’m not supposed to say anything?!!!  I’m not supposed to despise these orders to comply?  


This isn’t going to “just go away” folks.  Maybe it’s time to take an open stand.  It’s already too late for the world; see how they adore their new-found freedom.  But there really ought to be a mega voice being heard.  I listened hard, but all I hear are whispers in the inner rooms!  


Whatever……………..

The Unpopular Desire


The antonym of adultery and greed is faithfulness.

I don’t want their bodies.  I don’t want their possessions.  I don’t want their accolades.  I don’t want their love.  I want their souls to love God eternally.

The Man, the Predator


I’m not sure how to begin this post.  But I do know what I want to say.  I’m saying this from one man to all other men.  And I firmly believe I have the backing of my Lord Jesus.

See the beautiful woman, the one you found yourself lusting after.  You remember all the delicate wickedness you let roam around free in your mind.  You know what I’m talking about.

Put that aside and pull up a chair.  Let me show you what the Lord showed me.

In the beginning he made them male and female.  But this was the limit imposed on their bodies.  Their soul has no gender.

Death comes and the body is laid in the ground.  But the genderless soul goes to wait for the glorification of our God in Jesus. 

What are we doing?  We are persecuting another soul.  We do damage to ourselves, this is beyond debate.  But let your heart consider the following:
They did not ask to be female.  They did not ask to be an object of lust.  They want love and acceptance and freedom to live as God intended them to be.  What right then do you have to destroy their desire?

I speak of these things from their perspective.  Every beautiful woman has a man close behind her.  She doesn’t have to guess.  She doesn’t have to turn around.  Can you imagine the feeling of being watched by a predator everyday of your life?  Who are you to inflict such fear on another?

I do not need to speak to you about the judgment to come.  That place where every man will give account for what he has done in the body.  I speak to you as a fellow man.  Curb your lust!  Stop being full of murder.

Gold


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What happened to the gold the Nazis took from the mouth of God’s people?  Was it not melted down and sent into the treasuries of the world?

Will you have a love for gold?  Will you desire the riches of this world?  Do you realize what such a love means?

Not only might it do good to consider the gold from the mouth of God’s people, how many others have given their life that the rich may be powerful? 

There is a true judgment coming!  There will be no favoritism based on a man’s gains in this world.

The Remedy


Oh how the list grows long, when people let the world get them down.

The remedies range from busy to murder, from sleep to whatever is found.

I have tried them all, short of blood on my hands.

From drugs, to the movies, and nothing commands

My joy.

Do you dare hear my words, will you let them be true?

Or must trial and error come visit you too?

To enjoin my heart to remember, His word, Holy firm as spoken.

To consider his promise established, and never, no never, be broken.

Then to speak with my mouth, a request to the Lord.

Revealing my heart as he sees:

“Come help me my God lest the darkness surround me.

Come grant me your promise of peace.

There is quite nothing here that can equally blessed me,

As when you’re sweet presence, kills fear .”

You don’t need the drugs, nor trifles, nor murder, when gloominess calls your name.

He responds to the earnest, the humble, contrite, who call for relief from the games.

His name is Christ Jesus, compassion his fame.

Those who call out in earnest, restrain.

By His Grace