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Under the Eternal Oak

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Remrkable oak at Saeul, lieudit Hëlzent, Luxem...

Remrkable oak at Saeul, lieudit Hëlzent, Luxembourg. This oak is around 280 years old. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Still I sit, head bowed in utter dismay.

Breaths come because they have to come.

In my lap are things sincere; righteous acts done in earnest.

Someone has opened my eyes and true light enters them.

Now they stare in disbelief at what I thought was good.

“I did these things?”  I whisper with dry lips.

“All of this, which lay in my lap, is a putrid mass!”

God has spoken, and my heart heard the message.

But understanding only came when I sat here to pray.

Offering was made and my eyes were opened.

The things brought for His pleasure are but a steaming pile of dung.

He alone is Righteous!

He alone is Pure!

He will grant me what is good.

Then, at some place distant, I will sit again under that eternal Oak.

And I will praise Him with Pure things.

For He will dress my ways with Glory along this way to the Eternal Oak.

By His Grace!  Again, by His Grace!  All good things are solely by His Grace.

Believe

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Grace Baptist Church (1882) - steeple

Grace Baptist Church (1882) - steeple (Photo credit: origamidon)

Believe.  Such a simple command.

Yet see how many build on the sand.

“Upon the Solid Rock I stand.”

His voice, a whisper, so true and dear.

Reminding me that He is near.

The Way.  The Way!  It is so clear.

But eyes transfixed on wickedness,

Will miss His Grace; that Blessedness.

Believe.  So lovely to confess.

Theology.

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Theology is the “God knowledge”.  Men use that term to study God as one would study a germ.  They dissect the Bible as though it were a dead frog.  But that is not what I mean by the use of that word.

Theology is a seeking after the Holiness of God.  It is not a scientific Christianity.   Seeking God is useful to all.  Scientific debate is useful for no one.  The former changes lives.  The latter tends to “puff up”.  (This post would surely ruffle the puffy feathers of those who hold their brains so dear.)

By His Grace.