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Anacondaian tapeworms

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​I was filling out the work order for today’s work.  I drew and N.  I noticed how it was misshapen.   I thought to myself, “Well you’re just not perfect are ya”.  
LIGHT BULB!
How bad is self righteousness?  How foolish to look down on others when we are so horribly imperfect ourselves.  But don’t we do it all day long?
Imperfection lives in us like a hungry Anaconda; always looking for someone else to devour.  And it’s impossible for a man to kill that massive tapeworm.  You need the Lord Jesus to rule over your thoughts.

And how unenlightened are those who tell the Christian he has no right to judge.   The Christian isn’t judging, my friend.  He’s trying to tell it to you like it is.  But see how your self-righteousness gets in the way of your ears.
Sigh……….

The Twilight

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​Two things matter.  But each in its proper place.  The things of Heaven and the things of this world.


We struggle through the day.  (Think me now, about both.)  There is the daylight of this world and there is the daylight of Heaven.  Each Place demanding and delivery what is useful to its own.


The articles of each place have their proper usefulness in the life of a man.  Though each is distinctly, radically, and eternally different.


So easy it is to allow our eyes to see the grass and nothing more.  But when your eyes have seen the things of Heaven, the things of grass fade to oblivion.  You endure them out of necessity, but your yearning is somewhere else.


The things of this world are nothing but shadows; tempting, beckoning, distracting, drowning.  But the things of Heaven release into perfect freedom.  The one who lives by the eyes of this world is a slave to a cruel master.  But the one who sees with the eyes of Heaven is set free to really live, by the One who lives forever.  Everything the world gives you, it also takes away.  Not so with the things of Heaven.


What I’ve said here is absolutely true.  Have you been to the place of divide?  There is a place a person can stand, the twilight between the two.  God can show you where that is.  And once you have stood there to witness the difference between night and day, sleep and waking, understanding and ignorance, permanent and passing, you will never be the same again.  You will become “A Believer”.


The majority of people never leave this darkened place of transient shadows.  At best, most people turn to religion and consider this as satisfactory.  The majority of people don’t even know there is a place of twilight reality.  That’s why so many are consumed with the passing glimmer of hopeless bobbles and trinkets.  (Do not be deceived, science is a religion.  It is the pinnacle of satan’s achievements.)


I can’t tell you how to get there.  Somehow God transports us in our soul.  But I can tell you, humbling yourself before God in prayer is a good place to begin.  And I can tell you the journey is not easy or quick.  But it is worth every moment of your time.  And when you are there, the difference between lies and truth is as obvious as noon and midnight.


The place I’m speaking of is real.  And there are many variations people offer, calling it the same thing I’m describing.  But understand this: the place of twilight between this world and Heaven can only be inhabited by those who call on the Living God by the name of his Holy and Righteous Son Jesus.  And no one will ever stand there unless God himself allows it.


There is a righteousness of this world, and there is a righteousness of Heaven.  Seek out the place that lays in between.  Then you will know the difference.


You will not believe or understand what I have said here unless the Lord opens your eyes to SEE.

From Peace to Murder

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​The rest stop was full.  But I’d driven as far as I could for the day.  I have to stop somewhere.  So I parked on the shoulder of the off-ramp.
I was exhausted.  A little bit of winding down, and sleep came pretty easily.  The noise of the traffic going by hardly reached my ears.  But now I’m awake, the sun is coming up, and the noise gets louder and louder.  It’s hard to believe that tires on asphalt can be so loud.
I know there’s a measurement called decibel.  But I don’t know how to quantify that.  If I hear an explosion I know that it’s a lot of decibels.  If I hear a whisper, indeed if I could hear a whisper, I’d know it was very few decibels.
I sit here thinking about my family and all the people who rush about everyday.  I wonder if there is a decibel measurement for anxiety.  I’m thinking about the anxiety called desire, or greed.  While the world sleeps, there’s a few who make those anxious noises.  But on the whole, it’s barely more than a whisper in this world.  If greed wasn’t quieted down during the night no one would sleep.
Then I wonder something useful.  Does man even know what peace is?  Only Adam and Eve knew peace.  Apparently that didn’t last very long  Days, months, years, decades, who knows?  I don’t know for sure, perhaps it lasted more than a hundred years.  But once peace was gone, it is as though it never existed among us at all.  And the proof of it’s leaving lay in the ground with their son Abel.  And the proof of their realization ran down their cheeks as tears.  Peace was forever gone, replaced by something new – horror.
Greed’s particular name that the time was Cain.  But his mindset goes about in this world today under the use of a billion different names.  Now, all we know is murder and chaos.  But you could easily refer to all of us as Cain.
Cain committed the first murder; The taking of life from his brother.  But I have committed murder.  Haven’t I taken away hope from hundreds of people?  In that sense, haven’t we all committed murder? 
In those days I was not peace and I did not know peace.  But ignorance is no excuse is it?  Once a life is shattered, how can any words of Man (or excuses) fill the void?  Whatever hope of peace and trust there was I ripped away with a rock called greed.  I guess we could say there’s a murder of death as well as the murder of life.  The latter, by the way, is legal in this place.
But let’s get back to the theme here .
Peace is an individual.  He withdrew from this place because of sin.  But he is peace.  He is not disturbed by the death of Abel.  And he is not disturbed by this wasting disease called sin.  And he is not disturbed by the volume of noise greed makes in this wicked place.  He is not disturbed by what we do.  In the blink of an eye he will shut it all down.  But he is very concerned to come and give us peace.  He is very concerned about teaching us how to stop murdering life.
We may get some quiet time from here and there.  But do we know He who is Peace?  I asked that because even while I sit among all this increasing noise,  my soul is not disquieted.  My body perceives the chaos.  But my soul is in his hands.  Where does your soul find itself today?  Do you know Peace?  

What?

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​If someone will inherit the things of God in Christ,  why wouldn’t he or she be extremely passionate about the coming promise?  Even if that person’s faith is extremely small, you would think there is an unquenchable joy and yearning for the things of God’s promise.
But if that person truly believes what God has said about his people, how could they possibly resist sharing the joy?
Maybe they don’t understand what God has said.  Maybe they don’t know what God has said.  Both of those can be rectified by reading the New Testament.
But why would anyone who believes these things choose to live like the world lives?!  How could such a joy be pushed down to silence?  How could such a person have so much fun in the ridiculous and useless trivia of this world?  You would think their longing for the place God promises is so intense that none of the things here give them any joy it all.
I’m trying to help everyone see.  And I just don’t understand why they don’t.  I don’t want to infer yucky thoughts toward people.  But I’ll admit I’m running out of excuses.

The Legend Waits

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You’ve seen it in the movies, how someone is running away from a crumbling building.  For the sake of theatrics, they always manage to miss the last piece by inches.
Isn’t life like that?  What we build always seems to fall apart.  But by some fortunate circumstances, we are always inches ahead of the last falling peace.  The noise, the dust, the sparks that fly,  they are always behind us, or just brushing our shoulders.
But just as curiously, there is collateral damage.  Many are caught in the wake of catastrophe from our mistakes and mishaps.  And we, ourselves, are victims from the work of countless hordes of fools.  Death is the place where we emerge from the smoke and dust.
I wrote a poem called “Sorrow”.  The poem is the offspring of this realization.  With all sincerity, I desire that death should come.  Let it come and put an end to this catastrophic event called “My life”.  
I don’t desire death because I’m lazy.  I desire death because of Jesus.  (The very same reason I’m still living.)  I desire death that there may finally be peace in the place where all I could bring was horror.  I desire death that his work may find completion.
How precious then are these words he has led, inspired or incited me to write.  Though they cause upheaval, it is for the better of every soul.  And as I have written before, as long as I live here these words remain concealed.
They are concealed because of the pride of Man.  As long as he can attribute an errant human to these words, he will not find them nor seek them out.  But take away the man and the legacy sprouts wings.  “He was ten feet tall.  He was the epitome of muscle and brain.  His heart was forever in the right place.  He was a saint among us!”
How wrong they will be.  But how useful is their error.  May God be glorified in Jesus His, Holy and Righteous Son for the sake of what He has done in this fool.

Employment Opportunities

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​Think about the example of business.  From the one who gets fired out of necessity, to the one whom they groom to lead the company, willful dedication is what they’re looking for.  Why doesn’t the apply to heaven?
There are grumblers and vile Souls who think there’s nothing wrong with the way they are.  How such people expect blessings from God is beyond me.  But they sure cry out for a blessing when they need one.  And there are people who dedicate their entire life to the things of God.  There is no possible way that God will leave them without blessing.


Want to get fired from heaven?  Just let your actions speak for themselves.  (Nothing in nothing out.)  Do you want to secure friendship with Jesus?  Do the things He commands us to do.

I don’t know where this logical train of thought falls apart.  But I see a whole lot more people who want to get fired, than I do those who desire His friendship.  No, I didn’t make a mistake.  They want to get fired.  “Poor little pitiful me, I just can’t do it.”

P.S.  Hell doesn’t offer unemployment benefits.