Mud cakes I make. Diamonds are His.
His voice like many rivers.
Mine is more a hiss.
I speak like shadows
From behind the flesh.
He speaks of Light.
From Eternity’s chest.
By nature I am contrast.
By Glory He is Life.
By Righteousness He’s free.
From hiding I am strife.
So much revealed.
Vast sums are hidden.
Yet it’s enough,
To speak as bidden.
He’s so much life
That even so,
Our tiny words
Produce His will.
To bring His Glory
Down to us;
To shape His message
From the dust.
What is mankind like?
He is like a tiny town nestled in the valley of the mountains.
He plants a vineyard and a crop is yielded.
He wakes, come the day of the harvest, and excitedly runs to reap his crop.
He gives no thanks or honor to God. His busy fingers rape the vine, making sure not to leave even a 10th on the ground.
He and his friends praise one another for the good work they have done. They think they have accomplished the meaning of their life.
Greatly pleased with their reward, they repeat these things over and over until they lay in the grave.
When their soul is wakened to give account, even then they are surprised.
Ever harvesting but never gaining. Ever diligent but the poorest of all creatures.
“In God we trust.” I know what that means. You know what that means. Our minds understand the definition. But our lives will prove something greatly less.
In the history of Man, only Jesus could say it fully; “In God I trust”. Everyone else holds something in reserve to themselves.
It is because of our living definition (the proof of our choices) that we find so much tragedy in this world. Every single place we reserve the right for judgment, wisdom, righteousness, and doings, we add to the chaos of this world. Everyplace we deny him the right to be our God, we frustrate his desire.
You want a New Year’s resolution? Improve your intent to trust God. Strive to let Jesus be your master more and more this year.
It was said that when Jesus knew his time was near he set his face like flint toward Jerusalem. As we employ that same attitude we can refine our definition of trust in the living God.
May God grant us eyes to see and ears to hear that he may have what rightfully belongs to him.
Amen.
The materials we use to build a road are worthless, and we consider them worthless. Except for the expense of labor and machinery, there is no value in asphalt. It’s just a mixture of tar and rock.
But come with me in your mind. Look at the streets of heaven. God is the living God. And in his kingdom there is no worthlessness. Everything is of him. Even his streets. I surmise that everything in heaven is living. And that there is no such thing as worthlessness.
What do we know about such a place as this? We travel all the roads without a single thought to the surface we are riding on. We throw trash out the window not the slightest concerned that we are making the road filthy. And every inch we travel is forgotten before we get to it.
Let me make a leap in thought. If this is the condition of difference between our world and the kingdom of heaven, what do we know about God’s righteousness? If we can’t even conceive the nature of God’s streets, how can we hope to understand the nature of his glorious sacrifice?
Like our roads, we know about Jesus. But isn’t it true that before we experience one moment of his glory, it is forgotten in the chaos of the day?
If we try to think on these things to deeply our brain just gives up. The best we can do is give him the best place of honor in everything that we are.
I’m not going to go into the contrast between how the world treats Jesus and how we should treat Jesus. But I sense how radically astounding the difference is.
There is a path
Upon which there,
No sin can ever walk.
Truth alone resides there on,
Refusing
Useless talk.
Upon that path the Lord himself,
Traverses at his leisure.
Displaying God the Father’s will,
With His Glory,
Seeking pleasure.
The proud stand clear and
Yell to Him
Too hear
Their just and honorable cause.
He pays no mind.
Leaving them behind,
Intent with eyes for loss.
He does not rest.
Seeking for the best.
To deliver wondrous hope.
The broken,
twisted,
Bent,
Sorrowful few.
He’s looking, friend,
For hearts to mend.
He’s looking for
Me and you:
The purpose of his Holy Mind,
The penitent few to find.
Be bold!
Behold!
Approach and know,
The Living God is kind.
What is it to believe in Christ? Is it just being righteous in some kind of religion? Is it just a clean conscience? How am I going to speak the answer I see?
If you believe the Living God has forgiven your sins. If you believe that you will live forever in a perfect body. What kind of joy you should fill your every day? What kind of love would you be pressingly anxious to deliver every moment in this life? I guarantee you it’s not the same joy and love the world talks about. They try to motivate each other all day long, but nothing ever changes does it.
Look at this. These are just words. And that’s how most people take them. That’s not what they’re intended to be. They are the promise of the Living God in Jesus his honorable, faithful, righteous, and beautiful Son. And it is impossible for God to lie. They are words that are sealed with the blood of Christ, as if a wax seal on the scroll.
Yes, I talk about God constantly. It’s because of his promise. And I would do it a lot more if I wasn’t shut down every place I turn.
People say they believe in Jesus. There are a couple of definitions about believing. One definition is believing like a demon, “Yeah, I know God exists. And that doesn’t make me all too happy”. The only thing such a creature ever sees is sorrow and trouble. He thinks all there is to life is sorrow and trouble. He thinks all there is in eternity is sorrow and trouble. He thinks God is nothing more than sorrow and trouble. It’s no surprise that people who believe like the demons struggle in their faith and religion.
Demons have a religion too you know; avoiding the Son of God if at all possible. They practice absolutely everything but what is good. They are eternally devoted to being utterly useless. And there are billions of people who follow their example.
The other definition has to do with believing that God cannot lie. If he promised eternal life and forgiveness of sins, it is as if it has already been done. Such a creature lives for one specific purpose: to receive the things of God’s joyfully extended promise. And in the receiving there is a phenomenally generous giving. It’s impossible to shut that kind of person down.
That’s what a Christian is. It’s got nothing to do with religion. It’s got to do with an enormously thankful heart. It’s got to do with the developing love for the One who has given life.
Yeah, these are just words. But they are endlessly full of potential. Who will dare to believe? And how can such a believer be afraid of what others will think? Everyone will do what he has purposed in his own heart.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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