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Fruitless Abandon

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With agony of soul, I woke up this morning.  I saw God’s desire clearly laid out; “Bring my word to the people that they may have life.”

I looked to the people and saw how they reject this call!  I saw how they turn their face from anyone who will be bold in Christ.  And the agony grew.

Oh!  How much He is willing to give!  How fearful we are to receive!  All the while, today will end like many others have; fruitless for eternity, filled with fear, perplexed at the growth of wickedness, and resigned to simply endure.

Let everyone examine.  Is this right?

When Morning Comes

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It’s time to wake,

To do and to be;

Property of my God –

Exclusively.

By His Grace

Happy Hunting

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A shotgun or rifle, the choice is yours.  What are you trying to do?

Bundle a number of pens together, to write each word red to blue.

Infect all men with urgent notice, or to great strength save but a few.

If the former fits your hunting skills,  by all means give it a whirl.

If the latter is more your liking, then be careful with every swirl.

A writer for Christ is he who attempts, to add to the number of men.

It is not his duty to be in the trench, where His soldiers pray loud amens.

There is room for the net, the spear, and the hook.

But let God’s wordsmiths use careful look:

At where he is sent, and what purpose may be.

As he serves the Christ Jesus, “Eternal Majesty”.

By His Grace

Life Worth Living

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In my wickedness I am lost.  Even my breathing is labored with the weight of a guilty conscience.  Sighing consumes my days.  And there is never any rest.  Even my joints complain with stiffness because of my evil ways.  I seek release but find none.

But in the days when the Spirit of God thrives among the fibers of my body, I am found and strong.  It can be said that when we are weak, we are pitifully weak.  When we are strong there is no longer any comparison to man.  For the Spirit of God is not weak in any measure.  So the measure of filling we allow becomes a strength that has no end.  My body rests in peace.  My mind thinks clearly.  My speech is slowed and calculated, no longer frantic to explain what I believe.  Sleep is sound and joyful.  And a silent revelry reigns in my soul.

By the Spirit of God we become a union of God and man.  We no longer desire the things of the flesh.  This is why it was written, “Live by the Spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature.”

Though you already know this, isn’t it wise and good to remind each other of these things?  Iron sharpens iron.  What good is a dull axe?

Black to White, Hopeless to Hope Filled.

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I read a post by someone who was in the process of taking away their life.  Hopelessness had done its gruesome work.  I left a note in response.  But I don’t know if it’s too late.

What about you?  Are you on the edge?  I have been there a number of times.  I remember waking up in a pool of vomit and marveling at my failure.  I didn’t want to be here.  And the sight only depressed me more.  I was not dead.  WHY?  More hopeless lay ahead.  For at least another year I floundered alone.  No one cared.  No one could care.  I was on the way out.  Nothing I did was good.  Nothing I could think found the strength to live.  I was absolutely lost.

Then came the Lord.  Jesus came back to get me.  He found me driving and spoke to me to lift me from hopelessness.  I don’t know why.  I wouldn’t have bothered to save me.  But Jesus has.  I am no longer tossed to the wind of cruel hopelessness.  I have vastly more than I ever thought possible.  I have hope for today, forgiveness of yesterday, presence of mind to cope, and the promise of eternity with Him!

I don’t have religion.  I have the Living God!  He cannot lie.  And He has promised me eternal life.  It’s due to Him that I am here.  And it’s to Him that I live now.  I will die.  But it won’t be at my own hand.  This hope is real and it’s available to anyone who calls out to Him for help.

By His Grace.

What Are You Waiting For?

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When I had walked the fullness of my ability I found I was no farther than at first. 

It was not till He taught me to listen to His voice that I found my steps to move me. 

We will not find salvation in the religion of our chosing. 

After all, look around you, how many religions can you count? 

Where shall a man turn to find the “truth”? 

JESUS!  JESUS!  JESUS!

Now that I know what He had in store for me all those decades I wonder. 

What was I waiting for?

By His Grace.