Missing Acquaintance


Where did you go, my tiresome burdensome friend?  Have you gone to pester some other hapless heart? 

Did you not notice me packing in the night?  I could not find you as I put my things where they belong.

I do not long for your accompaniment.  Nor do I desire your council.  But I had more room on my shelves than expected.  By accounting,  I found you missing.

What a pleasant surprise

Is this foretold sunrise. 

The place where you have died,

My old friend, “Fear of Demise”.

By His Grace

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The Prosperity of Lies


They lied to me by saying, “We can be useful in our selves”.  They displayed to me what they consider useful.  But as I did those things, they told me I am useless.  The only thing they succeeded in doing was proving to me that men are fully liars.

What they proclaimed as the sum of life, I embraced with zeal.  Where they were liars, I was more.  They perceived me as one who would take the throne among them.  For this reason they cast me away.

Within their way of lying, they called me a liar.  The casting out became complete.

What reason was there to live;  what place might I attain?  Shall I be a useless man among them?  How can that be, I am alive.

They have blessed me with their lying ways.  By their casting out, I have received all there is to receive.  How can I hold anything against them?  By their nature, they have forced me to receive the King of Kings.

Holy Father, Righteous God, hold nothing against any man on my behalf.  But free them all from accusation concerning me.  No one has sinned against me.  I am no standard of truth.

Rather bless them in their ungodly way.  Let the prosperity of Lies be theirs. That they to make perceive, you alone are good.

Thank You, Holy Father, for your excellent wisdom, which you display freely among all men.  Let those who desire you ask.  Let those who love the lie remain.  May your will be done forever in Christ Jesus your Holy and Righteous Son.  Amen.

By His Grace

The Fashion Police


Attire of the rich changes from day to day.  Their majesty is not stability, it is chaos.  They lock away acceptance by changing the combination often.  They give the number to those they choose.  Then before it is finished receiving the number is changed again.

What is this fashion?  Is it the sum of things a man might own?  No, this fashion of theirs cannot be held in the hand.  This fashion of theirs is a game of exclusion, and a ruse.

They make the rules of acceptance.  They are the final authority on the love of man.  They themselves are the police who jail all others at will.  They are the judge of what is good and what is evil.  No one enters without their consent.  And those who are in, can be cast away without explanation.  They are the rulers of all creation!

Am I speaking of the rich?  Am I speaking of the famous?  Am I speaking of celebrities, or the great leaders of this world?

Who is he who makes his own rules?  Who is he that excludes others from his friendship?  Who is he who judges by appearance?  Who is he who condemns without hearing the man’s excuses?  Who is he who loves himself more than others?

Does it take power to hate?  Does it take the fame to be proud?  Does it take excellent clothing to consider one’s self as royal? 

Why should I provide the answer to all these questions?  You would not accept them if I did.  There, you answer them!  You are the one who polices your own fashion.  Then answer these questions if you can.

From the pathetic beggar on the street, to the fool who lives in opulence, we have all turned away from the Living God.  We have set a lock on the door of our heart.  We will be king!  God himself will bow to us!  We will have his throne!  Let us simply lay our hands on him, and we will kill him!

You say this is crazy talk!  Is it now?  Prove it to me.  Show me what a tiny place you have left for the rule of God in your life.  Show me the doors of your heart.  Prove to me you have removed the locks.

By His Grace