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A line in the sand

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English: Sand in Yyteri.

English: Sand in Yyteri. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A line in the sand is drawn by all.

” this point I shall not pass”.

But time and the elements seem to move what was scratched with so little time passed.

They say “my views have been refined.  I am forced to redraw what I’ve drawn”.

Well then draw.  My friend draw, till you find what is true.

Not just what identifies you.

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Such is the way among  men found acceptable.

But I find I cannot dance to that song.

I had scratched my own line in the sand long ago,

Now to truth I am forced to belong.

The line has been drawn with a stick or a finger.

But now too cold steel I must reach.

I scrape away sand all the way down to bedrock.

The line I now draw can’t be breached!

The Sand Storm

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A sandstorm (Haboob) approaching Al Asad, Iraq...

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Few who read this, including me, have ever endured a deadly sand storm.  But many have stood on the shore of the ocean and felt the sting of sand as the wind drove it like needles onto their skin.  So I ask you to imagine a storm of sand such as is in the great deserts.  An all-consuming froth of tiny grains of rock blacking out the sky and choking the life out of any animal or man caught within it.

To open your eyes in such a storm is to become blind.  To leave your ears uncovered is to dig sand out of them for days.  To allow yourself to breathe it in is certain death.  For once the tiny rocks enter they will not be expelled.  The storm will fill every possible crevice of your clothing.  And your sense of direction will be obliterated.  If you care caught out in the open you are dead.

This world is so filled with corruption, greed, hatred, envy, immorality, and godlessness, that it is a constant sandstorm of wickedness.  And the death of those who think they live there is a blindness to the Lord of Life.  They cannot see for their eyes are caked with the unholy.  They cannot hear because their ears are impacted with lies.  They have no breath of eternal life in them because there is no room in their lungs for His breath.  The wickedness of this world has filled every possible crevice of their lives.  And they cannot tell you the way home.  While in this state of affairs, they are dead.  They are not walking dead.  They are already dead to the Lord.

He alone is able to rescue from this storm of death.  And all who allow their hearts to call out to Jesus for help will receive it.  The more you call, the more you will receive.  For the Lord is merciful, patient, and gentle with those who desire to live.

By His Grace.

You Obey as You Love Me.

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Granite

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As I walked along the path prescribed, I listened to the One above.  He walked along the top most part of the walls which encased my way.  The walls are built of every material known to man.  And as I looked up them, the materials became mixed together to form harder and more awesome materials. 

I remembered the day the Lord told me to climb to my left.  I looked at the mountain of sand and thought, “How could my tiny legs ever surmount that mountain of sand?”  I remembered how hard it is to walk in sand.  But the Lord told me to climb.  And, since I was desiring Him, I climbed.  Having reached the top of that mountain of sand, I thought to myself, “That was the task?  But it seems so simple now”. 

There have been many “climbings” since then.  And each one appears to be impossible at first.  But when the climb is accomplished, the task appears to be much like an evening stroll down a shaded and level path.  But it’s the initial view that is daunting. 

These climbs appear to be more and more difficult.   And the recent one was worst of all.  But isn’t that what I’ve said about every one of them?  The wall became like steel mixed with granite.  The mix was like nothing I had ever imagined before.  The surface of the wall was smooth as glass.  And the height was beyond my ability to see.  He said to me, “Climb this wall on your right”. 

Every time I tried, I would lose grip and come back down to the place of starting.    One day, after He had bid me climb again, I asked Him, “Why can’t I seem to obey what you ask?  You do not lie.  And there is no guile in You.  So why can’t I obey?”  His response was interesting and simple.  “You don’t Love Me”, He said.  “If you love Me you will obey My every command”.  This set me back a bit.  I pondered this for days.  Then it came to me.  I have been trying to do this so that I can accomplish His commands for myself.  Now I see it!  I will love Him! 

I thrust out my hand toward the wall with a vengeance.  My teeth set against each other hard.  My eyes blazing with intent.  And to my surprise, my hand penetrated the wall up to my knuckles.  I had a hand hold!  Up I went.  Hand over hand.  And my feet penetrating the glassy mix of stone and steel.  Sweat became like rain.  But my heart did not tire. 

I have reached the top now.  I know there are more climbs to endure.  But the key to this one was astoundingly simple, yet impossible to detect.  When I love Him, I can obey with ease!

By His Grace.