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Pathetic Silence

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It makes me sad to look about.
Our cities under siege.
The “dead” in homes,
Lives like drones,
Amazed at what they see.

The Devil comes and takes away.
No words are spoken.
No!

“No way!

If we speak,
He’ll take us too!
Then, tell us what we all should do.
We’ll leave it to the likes of you.”

The bully on the playground
Pounds and pounds and pounds.
Daring those who watch him work
To make a single sound.

Is this the life you want to lead?
Are shadows giving what you need?
Why can’t you see the pitiful plight
Of he one who bleeds and has no fight?

Be silent then!
Your days well spent,
Watching Death on your TV.
The challenge is there in front of you.
The challenge is up to you and me.

See how the gospel is hidden.
Even surely by those who know!
See how the evil one has risen.
Without striking a single blow.

The Moment of Encounter

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Two babies were born.  By two different mothers in different circumstances, each baby born for a purpose.

Both children grew strong in the demands that were placed upon them.

One child was taught to be a monster.  The other was taught the urgency of love.

Raised in separate places, the two were destined to meet.

God the Father watched intently.  He saw the command given.

With a gentle whisper, familiar to his son, the word was given.  “It is time.”

Two men.  Two commands.  One succeeded.  The other robbed of fulfillment.

With the first strike of the club, bones were broken.  This one now would quickly die.  The second strike of the club performed the same service.

But when he came to Jesus he saw that he was already dead.

We know what has become of he who hung on the cross.  The legacy of the soldier. . .?

By His Grace

Stand Your Ground?

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What’s wrong with this picture?

From their own imagination, they gather to themselves great crowns of righteousness!  Not only do they boast in their own inheritance, but they refuse to honor the One who is Clean.

But go ahead, lap it up America; like a hungry dog at a bowl of milk.  The wrath of God waits patiently.

By His Grace

Chance and Possibilities

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The universe exists as we find it.  The world in which we live offers us accommodating elements.  Perhaps it could have been otherwise.  Being a man who believes that God has created all things, I don’t suggest that there was an alternative outcome.  But, for the sake of those who believe in evolution, I offer the possibility.

The reasoning I just applied to the universe, can also be applied to righteousness.  Why isn’t it okay to murder your neighbor?  Why is lying considered an evil thing?  Why does immorality know any bounds at all?  And if there is nothing after death, why bother to live at all?

One might respond to me, “There are limitations for the sake of the profit of the specie”.  But if life is truly futile, in that every man who dies becomes nothing, why should you care about the profit of this specie?

You will respond to me, “It is proper to show love your neighbor and give respect for what life they do have”.  Who told you that love even exists?  If there is no accountability after death, why should it matter whether we love or not?  And if the only reason you live is that someone will remember your name, what value is it when those who remember you are dead?

Do you see how futile, and ridiculously ignorant, a life lived on the foundation of evolution is? 

If life among men is no more than a glorified animal, then where does the knowledge of perfection come from?  Where does the concept of love originate?  Animals don’t think to provide some eternal testimony of their life.  No, we are not just glorified animals.  We are vastly more.

For the sake of Man’s lack of patience, I will end this writing by simply pointing to the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  There you will find these questions.  There you will find the answers.

Every man knows these questions exist.  But how many are willing to search out the answers?  Instead of searching, I find men drawing opinions from their imagination.  What will you do?

By His Grace

The Remedy

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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

Faithful Perceptions

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So many things to touch and see.

So many things lay out of reach.

The fingers of men will grasp and twist.

But they can never touch what’s His.

Why do you fear, O little flock?

Do you fear the hands of men?

Where are your treasures laid up in stock?

On earth or bound in heaven?

By His Grace