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Worthless Powers

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The superstitions of Man are so abundant and deeply rooted that we often live in endless trouble determining what is false and what is true.  The Living God alone is true.  He has glorified his Holy Son as the only source of Truth. 

We say we know this.  How is it then that we continually turn to superstition as a testimony of what is strength?  “I hope luck will be with me.”  “Maybe Fortune will smile on you.”  And I won’t name the kind of so-called gods people use to bless one another.

Why do we beat around the bush?  Why do we call on every “power” but Jesus, when we speak to one another about prayer and the power of God?  Why is the name of the only true God so hideous that we are ashamed to speak it with confidence?  Are we truly afraid that others will laugh at us?  Is that all it takes to make us cower in the dark shadows?

Whose opinion matters?

You are all greater than I.  You are all reasonable and trustworthy people.  You have not done the things I have done.  But add this understanding to the things you do.  Then you will be the people you say you are.

Expedient?

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Division is made between the politics of man, which people say is a necessary evil, and the Holy commands of God.  One sides with this because he says it is expedient, another sides with that for the same reason.  Really?  Is that really the best we can do?

I hear from God that the judgement is coming for just such things.

Shall it be necessary for God to say to anyone of us, “You did not stand apart from them.  You did not warn them.  You did not speak of the murderous things men do”.

All for the sake of the mighty dollar.  You cannot serve both God money.  Didn’t he say this?  Why don’t we believe Him?

As a servant of the Most High God in Christ should I pity man because he does these things?  Should I give men quarter and say, “Oh but it is necessary”?  Or is it right to stand with eternity to proclaim the will of God without fear and without compromise?

I am nothing.  I am no one.  But the living God is God of all!

The Glory of God

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Not dressed as the manufactured beauty of today.  But bloody none-the-less.

Do not weep but understand.

Every stripe, is strength to you.
Every blow another piece of armor.
Every particle of every drop of blood is eternal life even in its self.

Endlessly strong and willing is the One men weep about today.

See and understand.

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If everyone who worships the Christ where to speak with the boldness of the Living God, the world would not put up with us.  They would rise up as one to put us all to death. 

Then watch the power of God be displayed among Man!  For among the ranks of the murderers rises equally as many!

DO IT!

Nothing

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In a fancy room, removed from the prying eyes of the general public, debate has taken place.  All members of the conversation emerged.  Each one went to his expected place. 

As if rising to crescendo from the stillness of breath, the leader begins to speak.  With great confidence of his unalterable position, the Pope has declared that Jesus is no better and no worse than any other version of God on the face of this planet.

I look around and I see no change to the grass.  It is still green.  I look around and I see that all the buildings are still on their foundations.  I woke from sleep and took note that my eyelids functioned just fine.  Even my cell phone obeys my command to write.

See, the Pope’s power to bring Christ down is of no effect at all.  But I do wonder what the response of Islam might be.  I wonder how Islam feels about having their God brought level in a mud puddle with the Christ.

Any man can say anything he wants to say, it does not make his words true.  Any man can fill himself with truth for the grace of God abounds.  Or any man can revert from speaking the truth and become a blatant liar, for free will abounds in this place of shadows.

The world will be a buzz.  Heaven does not even notice.

Resigned to Doing

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A godless banker walked into a convenience store to get himself a piece of jerky.  He stops to hold the door for a dirty sweaty young man.  Not a word of thanks is spoken.  But the banker shrugs off the thankless heart.  To him, this is the nature of the unprincipled.

Moments later, while they are both still shopping, another man enters the store.  This one is dirty and filthy.  The smell of marijuana reeks from his body.  The smell of beer isn’t far behind.

He walked up to the girl behind the counter.  From his mouth begins a long line of ridicule.  He remarks about her looks, how ugly she appears.  He speaks violently about how pathetic her children must be, what a squalor of a life she must lead, and how embarrassed he would be if she were his wife.

He was loud and rude enough to capture the attention of the two who walked in before him.  The banker busied himself with a variety of jerky, as if he was trying to decide.  But the sweaty and dirty young man walked briskly to the side of the drunk.  From that position he gave the drunk a tongue lashing that caused tears to fall.

The drunk left ashamed.  The sweaty and dirty young man paid his bill and waited beside the door.  The banker, mindless of the position of the other, bought his jerky and turn to leave.

When he looked up, he was greeted by a great broad smile and friendly eyes.  I’m sorry I didn’t thank you for holding the door sir.”  The disheveled young man said.  “I just came here to get something cool to drink.  We just finished rescuing and burying our dog.  It’s been a hard day.  I hope you can forgive me for not remembering my honor.”

The banker was stupefied.  Shame covered his heart.  He thanked the young man for holding the door and wished him good speed on recovering from his loss.  Then the banker went out to his car, away from all prying eyes, and cried like a baby.

We are our brother’s keeper.  If he is wicked let us have the determination to set him straight.  If he is attacked unjustly, let us be bold enough to step forward and offer our own bodies for protection.  If he is weak and afraid, let us give him strength by example.  And all of this Christ’s people should be doing for the glory of the Holy Name who bought them.

No!  Christianity is not a religion.  It is a doing!

Please, Mister Preacher

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pulpitPlease, Mister Preacher, don’t preach from your own heart.  When you stand in the pulpit tomorrow, preach from the Heart of God.

What Man thinks is useless opinion.  Let us hear from the Mouth of God’s Holy Son.

Please, Mister Preacher, spend time in prayer.  Please don’t strive to remember what you were taught about the structure of a sermon.  Throw away all that tripe.

Come to us, as if you are transported by the very hair of your head.  Let God bring you among us with Glorious Power.

Please, Mister Preacher, please bring us to God.