When “Impossible” Arrives


The Lord will move a mountain for the one who is ever thirsty.  

Though he is in the desert of deprivation, God will bring the streams of heaven to encompass his encampment.  


Every day the man’s feet took him where he did not want to go, until the man thought he had no choice.  


Every day the man cried out for help.  


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The Lord has heard his prayer.  


With the strength of his great sacrifice, the mountain is moved to the man.  


“This far you shall come and no more. See, I have set a restraining upon you; as a man will halter horse, so I have blessed you with restraint.”


Victory comes when the man least expects.  


Only let him continue to call for help.  


Let him prove his desire to betray his own flesh.  


Even as his flesh betrayed him.  


God will move when the wisdom of heaven allows.  


When his strength has arrived, all is well.  


Now he worships like the 10th leper.  


The impossible has come like warm clothing in the winter.  


Believe and live.  

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The Definition of Beauty


It is not my clothing that makes me beautiful. It is not the most exquisite possession that makes me important. It is not the agility of my flesh or mind, nor formidable power of my heroic will. 

It is that the will of God works in me to accomplish the will of God. This makes me eternally valuable and pristinely beautiful. Such beauty is not open for debate.  


It is so with everyone of his people whom he himself has called.  


Jesus is first. Jesus IS. Jesus forever will be: the beauty of God, the majesty of God, the preeminence of God, and Life.  


Value what you will, nothing on earth or in the imagination of man, can compare to the Glory of the Living God’s Holy Son; The Lord of HIS glory – both in this place and forever sealed in HIS temple.   


THIS IS BEAUTY DEFINED!

Ready or Not?


I am not speaking of the floor of your house, The dust on the sills, or your belongings scattered about. I will speak of your soul. I will speak of my soul.  

How sweet would it be if “Someone” were to open your front door unannounced and walk in with blazing piercing eyes, finding nothing to judge or correct?


Disregard the things of this world in your house that are tossed about it a disorderly fashion. But look to your heart, your intent, your belief, your understanding, and your love for Jesus.  


Are you confident that you will receive a smile? Isn’t it right that we should be prepared for such a visit? Doesn’t he have exclusive privilege to walk in on everyone of his servants whenever it pleases him to do so? And don’t we have an obligation to be prepared for the Master?

Less Trav. . .


There are two paths in life. One is narrow, and requires The stealth of heaven to navigate. Very few walk there on, for godly agility eludes them.  

But consider the other path. It is broad enough that a man may carry the immense lies of the imagination. Those who take this path have numerous gods of their own. Confusion is their king and worthless folly their riches.  


The light yoke of the Living God’s Holy Son is too little for them; to wear his will, his mercy, his love and his grace, is to walk about naked in their estimation. As is written, “the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing”. They would rather be clothed with palpable trivia than truth.  


Beyond question every path has a destination. The way we take determines the house we will enter. It is written by the law of God that this will be so. His law is immutable. And it is blazing the apparent in the nature of things around us, as God has created it to be.  


Due to the pride of man and the free will commanded by the gospel of Christ, I can do no more than write these words. It is no feather in my cap if some listen. It is no joy of mine if most don’t.  

Proud?


I consider the size of the universe and see how small and worthless I am. I may hold a pebble in my hand. But I can’t say where the pebble came from or what will come of it when I put it down.  

I consider the complexity of every man. Isn’t everyone of us a universe of its own. The mix of knowledge and will, pressed down into some controlled form of chaos.  


Where is room for pride? The pride of man is simply a drunken ignorance. Reality tells an entirely different story.  


If the nature of this life is so complex, what shall we do about the following question?  Where will you go when you die?