The Scoundrel


He sits with you while you do your work, waiting patiently for praise.

When you go out to play he comes along with you, bringing all kinds of competitive violence.

When you go to buy what you need, he’s the one who suggests the frivolous.

When you sit in church, he’s the one who pays attention to everything but the sermon.

While you are in prayer, he’s the one who draws your attention to leave.

When you try to love someone in Christ, he’s the one who points out why the man is not worthy.

Who is this scoundrel?  He is the mind of flesh.  He is the one you are commanded to overcome.  He is the one who stands outside your door desiring to have you.  He is the one you must murder.

Children Never Conceived


Blessed are those who did not become.  Blessed are the children who were never born; those who are the result of changed desire of a husband for his wife.

When I consider the plight of the rebellious, I see the beauty of those children who were not conceived.   The husband said to himself, “I will desire my wife, that we might make a child”.  Yet, by circumstance, he changed his mind.   Blessed are those who did not take shape in the womb, that they might rise up into a rebellious people.

Woe to those who are the product of fruitful desire, yet spend their entire life as enemies of the Most High God!  Woe to them, for they will receive all the promises of God against that which is not His.

Woe to the rebellious, for they were born for no reason.  Woe to the futile ungodly life.  Woe to those who hate what is good and cling to every evil.  Woe to the enemies of the Living God.

Grace


“When you ascended on high, you took many captives; you received gifts from people, even from the rebellious– that you, LORD God, might dwell there.” (Psalm 68:18)

If you want hope for every day and night of the rest of your life , look at what it says.  “. . . even from the rebellious”.

Jesus lives to save. 

The house of the righteous man is clean and prepared for a visitation of the Holy One.  While the house of the rebellious is infested with tiny crawling venomous snakes.

Faith has cleaned the house of the righteous.  That same faith, drops the rebellious to their knees. 

With Regal Splendor, the Living God’s Holy Son comes to the house of each.  And he is received, in each house, by a flow of tears. 

Everything the righteous man has belongs to this wonderous person, Jesus.  Everything the rebellious one wants, is in the hands of he who is willing to come among his filthy things.

Both of them fall on their face in awe.  Both of them marvel at the Majestic mercy of the Righteous One.  Both of them give the only thing they have left; willing praise to the One who can save their souls.

Burdened with limitations, each one knows they can reach no higher than their skin.  But see how it is God who moves to embrace.

10 As it is written:

“There is no one righteous, not even one;
11 there is no one who understands;
there is no one who seeks God.
12 All have turned away,
they have together become worthless;
there is no one who does good,
not even one.”
13 “Their throats are open graves;
their tongues practice deceit.”
“The poison of vipers is on their lips.”
14 “Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.”
15 “Their feet are swift to shed blood;
16 ruin and misery mark their ways,
17 and the way of peace they do not know.”
18 “There is no fear of God before their eyes.” (Romans 3)

This is the nature of our plight.  The righteous man knows these things and lives because he receives from the Living God – that great mercy God has promised.  The rebellious man looks up with pleading, for he knows the same things.

One has.  The other has hopes to attain.  The Apostles walked with the Lord daily.  The man of the tombs was forced to remain.  Yet all of them testified to the willing love of the Living God’s Holy Son.

Who will bring to God the only thing he has to give?  Who will believe this message and live?  Who will offer thanks for the inexpressible gift of God, Grace?

By His Grace

Secret Christians


You heckle from the sidelines.

What shame belongs to you!

The one who is blameless, and purified,

Has willingly died for you.

And you!  You keep it secret,

That faith you say you have.

While he endured the scourging;

That bloody nail pierced bath!

What shame belongs to you who hide,

And hope it goes away.

You live with joy because you think

He’ll save you on that day.

You laugh and dine without a care.

You dress yourself in the finest fare!

All the while your fearful stare,

Identifies who you are.

By His Grace

Good Feet


If he is blessed whose feet brings Good news, what do we call the feet of those whose feet do not?

From where does Good news come?  From where does “the other” originate?