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When?

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I have nothing to write this morning.  I came here to speak a word of encouragement or two.  But nothing, among my thoughts stands out.  No thought glows with that beautiful holy glow.  Yet, there is one idea that will not dispel as I try to write.  It is the thought of “foundation”.

It was with me in prayer this morning.  It was the “verse of the day” on Bible Gateways app.  It is the sum of understanding when it comes to salvation.  And the permanence of it is astounding as I look back at what I was.

Bible Gateways “verse of the day” is, “being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus”.

I see so many lack faith in that.  I see so many disbelieve.  I see them worry without ceasing.  I see them move about, frantically trying to restrain the destruction that is obviously their lives.  I try to calm them down.  But to no apparent effect.

The next time I see them, they are again consumed with frantic worry.  I am astounded at this plight of man.  Why will “we” not believe?  Why do we prefer to worry, struggle fruitlessly, hate and be hated in return, all the while we say, “God will save me”.    Why?

Does God lie?  Is God able to cause the entire fabric of heaven and earth to remain, being sustained by his sheer Holy will, yet he can’t help a single person with the things that bite at them like hungry mosquitos?  Are you kidding me?  Is this what Christ means to us?

If Jesus is not sufficient to all our needs now, can someone tell me when He will “become” sufficient?  If we refuse to rest in belief now, can someone tell me when that will happen?  Just when will God be “enough” for us?  Name the time, mark the calendar, set the hour, post it everywhere.  When the moment comes, will you believe then?  If you do not believe now, you are not likely to believe then.

How shameful is the way of man to consider the offer of God’s help as if it were some future truth, or (at worst) a lie!

The Strong Onslaught

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My apologies.  I know my writings often only amount to ramblings.   I know they are often hard to follow.  One comes away as if having received a stiff upper hook to the jaw.

But they are product of a driving hurricane of inspiration.  As if a relentless storm forces its power filled wind through a constricting tunnel.  By this, it’s amazing that anything coherent comes out at all.

May the mercy of God attend those who dare to read the writings of hiwaychristian.  Yet, inspite my limit, may He grant understanding; raising up salvation in the fearless.

By His Grace

Writing for The Purpose

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A man writes for a purpose.  I say this with a happy tone.  Who writes anything and just throws it away?  There was something needing said.  The words were formed on purpose.

All of us poor bloggers write for a purpose.  We all want to be heard.  We all want to be counted as valuable.

Ask any marketing guru and he will tell you, “Say what the people want to hear and they will fly to your words”.  Audience, then, is of prime concern.

The people I want to write to already know the Bible is.  What’s contained there is far more than I can contrive to write.  So then why do I write?

Do I write for all the purposes that are good?  Surely I do.  But few read them.

Should I allow that to depress my heart into sadness?  Absolutely not!

For though I write that men may be saved, the reality is I am but one man.  How can I write in obscurity with joy?  I write for the great cloud of witnesses.

I write that I may understand.  I write that I may do.  The writing is learning.

And the writing is the testimony, before the living God, that Jesus his Son is making a serious difference.  God is pleased.  And the great cloud of witnesses says “Amen”.

There is a place I will be received with great joy.  Here reception is debatable item.  Therefore I will live and write according to the place I will be assigned.

Only let the fever of the gospel consume me.

Two rooms

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In my house are many rooms where I may live and thrive.

But two stand out as special rooms, for Him they glorify.

One room is bare, kept clean for prayer.  The other is kept for man.

In one my anxious heart is healed.  The other for words to send.

A path between the two is worn; a richly trodden way.

This is the path I’ve taken thrice, this wondrous golden day.

The room of send abounds with shelves, and a pile upon the floor.

The shelves contain the rarer words.  The pile I use the more.

What words appeal?  What words reject?  What words will action bring?

My fingers scurry through the mess to cause your heart to sing.

” Praise God all creatures big and small.  Adore his Holy name.  His righteousness and mercy sent has saved my soul from shame!”