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The Good Ritual

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I said to the Lord, “I am a liar and a fool. The only good I have is imagined honor. Imagination is not food.  

But you Holy Father, in Christ your Holy Son, are righteousness and purity forever. In your wisdom you created mercy. In your Holiness you created justice.”


Then I said, “Let me own my sins. Let justice rain on my soul. Let the condemnation of my doings come and cast me to the ground. Let me see the damage I do so easily. Let me understand the murder I inflict.  


It is then that I will seek mercy. It is then that I will cry out to you. It is then that you will offer your gracious hand of love. It is then that you will forgive my sins, allowing no punishment to come to anyone else because of me.  


Let the matter be finished in the blood of your Holy Son. Let my legs find strength to stand. Let my folly be replaced with wisdom and restraint. Let me bring you honor by believing your Holy Word; your promise to bring life through forgiveness of sins.”


And so begins another day. And so the next morning will hear these words again.  


By His Grace.

Sufficient

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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.  


The Path

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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.  

The Promise

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It is not obedience that opens the eyes.  

It is not repetitive chanting 

That brings the luscious surprise.  


It is not among the gaggle 

With whom we choose to mill about.  


It is simply our believing that brings the joyous shout.  



He said:

“I have a throne of Glory.  

My Father makes it mine.  

The joy and peace in which I live,

I desire to make it thine.  


And do you doubt,

Poor wandering soul.  


Take my hand,

I’ll prove to you.  


I’ll take you on a journey.  

To the place where all is new.  


There was a pool of blood.  

There was a rending a flesh. 

There was a place,

An indelible race,

Wipe the tears from your lovely face.  


If a man ever wanted a woman.  

If a woman ever wanted a man. 

How much more the living desire

from the Son of the great I AM.”


Inside Out

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Leonard schizoid is probably better qualified to be president than either of the two candidates today. But he’s not in the right place at the right time. He doesn’t have the right powerful friends. The most he’s ever had in his bank account is $2450.16.  …………………..

We hustle them through without vetting. We wash over their lies. We build a mountain of excuses for them. And we are surprised that the world never gets any better.  


Leonard knows what the truth is. But nobody cares. “He’s simply not qualified.” On top of that, his favorite subject is Christianity.  


In this world, you have to purchase your way to respectability. And the stupidest, craziest, most useless people on earth are the Christian. They know the eternal truth of Christ, but no one would dare put them in positions of leadership.  


People constantly complain that they only want truth. All the while they refuse the very source of it.  


What an odd world we live in!

River of Life

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Find yourself a comfortable place beside a flowing stream. Listen to the myriad of sounds the water makes. Now let your mind marvel that a singular component of water can sing such a song of variety.   


Water is silent until it encounters and obstacle. The sound you hear is the water speaking of its encounter.  
Sit quietly in your chair and listen to the sound of the Holy Spirit. He is a river of truth. Just like the stream, he makes sounds when he encounters creation. Answer for yourself, what causes the greatest noises from the Holy Spirit?