The Trauma of Human Tranquility


I have heard so many say that they just wish all this drama would go away.  What they usually mean is the turmoil between people.  And they’ve even made cutesy names for those who can’t seem to be at peace; names such as “Drama Queen”.

I will thoroughly agree that it would be good if the trivial anxieties were put a side for what is real and true.  But I have to differ with the majority of the populace who look for peace and tranquility in this place.

Think of all the money that is spent trying to find peace and tranquility.  Think of all the productivity that is lost because men try to escape the reality of life.

Their brother did “this”.  Their sister did “such”.  Their enemy pursues them, and they’ll tell you about it.  Men talk behind their back, but don’t they do it too?

The rich go on vacations, and buy expensive toys.  The poor get drunk or turn to drugs, or violence or more. 

So the rich are known as righteous, because they afford all the things the others cannot afford.  See how division grows like mold.

Why then do men strive so hard to find tranquility and peace?  Every day and night the rich and the poor are pestered by a drama they choose to ignore.  If they thought they had trouble in this place, they are destined to encounter more.

The Holy Spirit of the Living God calls out to the minds of men.  “Come gain eternal wisdom, and leave these things behind.  Come worship the living God in Christ.  In there, is peace for your mind.”

But in our worship of the Living God, another drama appears.  Our sins go with us, and we find ourselves full of holy fear.  Isn’t this where men turn back, refusing to come near.

Return then, to the drama of your flesh.  Spend all your time and money trying to cover it up.  You will die in drama, and then face the living God.  You will drink from that bitter cup.

There is peace to be had, but its mixed with fear.  For He’s Holy, and Holy, and Holy!  No sin can be brought near.  How then can peace be upon us, when we hold what we call dear?

You fight a losing battle, all of you make your own peace.  There is only one place to find what you seek.  All men will be salted with fire, whether or not they come for release.

His name is Christ Jesus, the Holy Son of God.

By His Grace

Justice Removed


What a tiny cup of bitter drink I drink.

How seemingly base and unfair.

For even while my tongue hands it down to my soul,

It is changed to sweetness beyond compare.

How large is the vat my God drank for me.

How bitter and unavoidable be?

For to death he did drink it;

My sins and all the sea’s.

That my cup, so tiny, should be;

So wonderfully palatable be!.

And what is less balanced

Than the “Justice removed”?

When torment should fill my soul.

Yet, in his great mercy,

I find my cup tiny;

Filled with sweetness

from God so behooved.

What troubles have we?

Can we hope to compare-

With the marvelous wisdom of God?

For he drank of “The Death”,

Yet returns to us joy!

While he is the One most offended.

Each day comes a cup,

Too tiny to hold.

Oh, yet how large it appears to me!

Yet the Lord in His love was immersed in a vat!

God’s promise to you and me.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Praise Him all creatures here below!

Praise him above Ye heavenly host!

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!

Amen!

“Of course! It’s so simple a child could do it”


You have no peace.  You are at peace only when a time of peace comes to visit.  Otherwise, your entire life is in a constant turbulence.

So simple to repair a turbulent life.  Such an easy thing to rectify.   Surrender to the Living God’s will.  Accept the Son of God and stop your doubting.   That’s it!  No more needs to be said.