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Storm

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I sat in a darkened corner of the bar.  All alone and stupefied by the things I’ve seen.  Nursing my fourth drink, my mind was nearing numbness.   Ah, that familiar and welcome place.

My eyes were obliviously staring toward the front door.  The door opened and the shadow of a ragged man filled its frame.  “Ah, something to watch”, I thought to myself.

He walked straight to my table, and just stood there.  It takes a little longer for a fuzzy brain to process information.  Eventually I stop staring.  The blurry figure took focus.  Since he appeared to be in no hurry, and nowhere to go, I let a moment pass before I offered him a chair.  With lazy movements he sat down.  So the tone was set, an easy-going lazy, easy conversation.

He put his arms on the table, not taking his eyes from mine.  With an Indescribably steady voice he said, “What are you doing here”.  I told him I was drinking to numb the pain of life.

“Do you know why it hurts?”  Kind of a curious question.  It made me reach a little deeper than the surface.  I told him no.  “I really don’t have the slightest clue.”  But he didn’t offer anything more.  No answers, no reflections, no Nothin.  So we sat there in silence for a few minutes.

I was the one to break the silence.  “It’s like I live in a hurricane.  Everything I do, everything I am, everything I say, gets blown away and tore to pieces.  And I can’t seem to find shelter.  So I come in here to numb the pain of being tossed against the wall.”

He looked down thoughtfully.  It didn’t look like he had anything to say.  It seemed he was just waiting for my mind to listen to his words.  Like getting used to silence just before the Big Bang.  He started speaking before his eyes began to rise.

“Life is a storm from birth to death.  Most people prefer the depths of a cave.  But there are some who dare to wander about.  These are better fed.  These are far stronger and more able.  Frankly, these are more useful.”

He had set the tone so, again, I followed what he did.  I lowered my head and watched the top of the table stay still.  I thought about what he said.  I thought about how odd it was that he opened the door and came to my table to say these things.  I thought about the storm of my life.  Then I thought about my weakness; how he came to me in my cave.

“If this is the storm that comes into my cave to batter me against the wall, what is it like outside?”  I was sincerely curious about these strong people.

He didn’t pause this time.  “Outside is death.  What is it like inside?”  It seems like my answer came from somebody I didn’t know.  But I was sure it was my own lips that said this, “It’s useless, it’s mundane, it’s tedious, it’s insane.  In short and in truth, it’s a slow painful death.  But somehow it seems equitable, to be distant from the rest.”  (A poem?  Really!)

Now the conversation took a bit of a faster pace.  Without the slightest hesitation he shot back, “Do you want to work?”  I really don’t know how, but I understood what he meant.  My stomach convulsed and made me say, “Yes”.  (Alright, I thought, we’re having a conversation, and I’m really weirdly involved.)  “Then go outside and die with me.”

I know my eyes got wide.  I could feel it in my soul.  Could this man be the answer?  There wasn’t a shred of apology in his voice.

“No one has ever stayed with me.  How do I know you won’t take me outside and abandoned me in a worse place than this?”  His reply shut my mouth.  “Because I said so, and I cannot lie.”

Why should I believe him?  But look how strong my want-to is.  I looked down and thought again.  What’s the difference?  Die in here or die out there, what’s the difference?  Then I knew what to say.  Then I knew what to do.  I didn’t say anything.  I simply got up and put my coat on.  Within a few moments we were silhouetted against those in the cave.  We left.

I’m writing this, aren’t I.  Yes I’m still alive.  I have weathered the most magnificent storm my mind could possibly imagine.  He has never left me.  He has guided every step I took.  He has healed my wounds.  He has taught me how to fight.  He has encouraged me to take risks that men in their caves don’t even know exist.  And there ain’t no way I’m going back!

By the way.  His name is Jesus.

To the Christians (The People)

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Struggle to understand this:  The phrase “Politically Correct” is an oxymoron.  For God Alone is true.

See the understanding for what it is, and act accordingly.  Sin is not “OK”.

The People have been purchased.  They have become slaves of the one who holds them ransom.  A liar and thief holds them captive.  All the while he says this:  “Do as you are told and I will let you live“.  And what are they told to do?  “Call every truth a lie and every lie the truth”.  (Is it really necessary to define life?)

Pride has become God among a people who should have life, and greed has become their altar of worship.  For the sake of fruitless gain, they employ the tools of their Captor.  Have they indeed been set free?  Where is the proof?

Holy wisdom should be their guide and strength.  Instead, they turn to the wisdom of Man.  The shiny bauble of “safety” has become a hope in their eyes.  They should rather die than compromise.  Look around, is this what you see?

Silence is a noise among The People!  In all that they say, they lie.  This noise is silence for it means nothing.  It accomplishes nothing!  It is like listening to a gaggle of geese and trying to interpret their words.  For all the noise they make, they say nothing.  They flap their wings and make great gestures of command.  But they sing the song of Chaos.

With the point of a sword against their throat, The People are commanded to utter lies.  See how happily they obey.  See how they agree with a wisdom that is no wisdom at all.

You have been set free.  Shall you then join these people as if you are kidnapped?  Why do you stand still with fear when the door is wide open?  Your Ransom has been paid.  Why then do you still speak like a goose?

See this for what it is.  Now be bold and point it out!   Now be strong, and be set free!

Spiritual Pedophiles

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I couldn’t sleep.  I got up and looked to see what the people say.  And I found this.

At first I was irritated.  Then I saw it with eyes of Truth.  As my soul rested to think in Christ, this scripture came to mind:  “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”

They throw the pedophile in jail.  And aren’t the people happy that such a violent and offensive man is taken off the streets.  If they release him back into society, they put signs on his front lawn.  And everyone knows,  “This is a destroyer of our children”.

All the while, so-called righteous men of this world  destroy the faith their own children.  And no one says a word!!!!!!!!

But isn’t this your time!  Don’t the souls of men belong to you to do as seems right to your perverted mind.

The courts of men, the Christians, the decent people, they will not inhibit your desire.  But the Court of God will judge rightly!  But isn’t this your day to do as you please.

What are we lookin at?

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Don’t look at the bum.  Look at the man.  Look past his position in society.  Look past the dirt and a shame.  Look past the isolation.  Look past the potential violence.  See the child who desires love.

Don’t look at the Fashion, pretty hair, makeup and elegance.  Look at the woman.  See the precious little girl she still is.  See how she is caught up in what she was taught; the lie of seduction.  Help her see that what she has learned is not helpful; love her as a soul. 

Don’t look at the flashing smile, rehearsed gestures, pretty words and promises.  Look at the man who says he’s a politician.  In his place, the tools of his trade are lies.  But he is still a little boy.

Don’t listen only to the religious words a man speaks.  Look at the man.  Full of misunderstandings, he strives to master the unknown.  Help him do so with you in mind.  Then, benefit comes to both.

Why do we refuse to judge rightly?  Why are we so lazy that we receive the veneer without thought?  Love is not that willingly blind.  Why do we refuse the eyes that God is so willing to give?

Help where we can.  Correct where we must.  In all things, let our minds be directed by the Holy will of God.  Then our judgments can stand the test.

Don’t look at your accomplishments, no matter if they’re religious or secular.  Look at the man and weep.  Yet do not judge before the appointed time.  Assess with the sobriety of Christ.  Leave room for Life.  Forever, you will be nothing more than a baby.

Judge all things with eternity in mind. 

“THINK ETERNITY!”  Think love.  Do what it says!  Become the people you say you are.

A Liberal Disciple of Christ

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Do you consider yourself a liberal, either politically or socially?  Do you realize that the definition of liberal means someone who takes the truth in a functional sense;  how does this apply to the incapable nature of man?

Personally, other than this, I don’t have much to say.  But what “much” I do have to say is coming from God.  He strongly suggests (That’s as liberal as I care to get) that we look into the deep truth of the Gospel of Christ.

Liberalism has to do with compromise.  I find the Gospel of Christ absolutely void of compromise.  If you look at it with open eyes you will see the same.  There is no such thing as a liberal disciple of Christ.

Murdering Hope

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Two things will kill a man.

One is to ignore the righteous demands of life.  The other is to fail to look deeply into the gospel of Christ.

The first will cause untold hardship in this life.  Regret and a misshapen identity will haunt everyday you live in this world.  You will live all your days as if a walking deadman.  In the end, you will despise the man you have been.

The second will do the same thing for eternity.