Dreamers


They gave themselves to the reading of the word and to prayer. The result?

Thousands were saved in Christ. The power of God moved among the people with unprecedented strength. A Legacy was built for billions.

We have one life to live. What will be said of us when we are ushered into his holy kingdom?

“One good deed is more worth than a thousand brilliant theories. Let us not wait for large opportunities, or for a different kind of work, but do just the things we ‘find to do’ day by day. We have no other time in which to live. The past is gone; the future has not arrived; we never shall have any time but time present. Then do not wait until your experience has ripened into maturity before you attempt to serve God. Endeavour now to bring forth fruit.” (Charles Spurgeon)

Dare not just dream. Become. The thief does not steal your life. He steals your seconds.

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What Price? What Cost?


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For an agenda the people are sold. And the payment for them rots before it reaches the hand of he who sold them.

“I want this.”

“Well, l want that.”

Off they go to get what they want. It never turns out as pristine as their imagination told them it would be.

God has an agenda. Who wants to agree with Him?

The only time it’s too late is when you no longer breathe the air of this world.

Being a Christian


This morning I see this:Darkness on the earth is witness to a hushed murmur of violence. The night is a cloak for the thieves.  


They steal what they will; property, life and peace.  


But this I perceived:

The world spins around causing the Sun to rise. And the noise of wickedness is no longer a murmur.  


Now it is a deafening roar of greedy desire and wicked intent.  


Their eyes open shooting fiery knives of blame. Dreams and nightmares give way to the reality of judgmental hearts.  


The peace of the wee hours of the morning.  


The time of prayer, time of reflection. The time to receive life from He who is Life. Clarity comes from Him. And in the clarity I can perceive as if indeed from some vast distance. The place where the splatter of blood cannot reach.  


The night will come again. The thieves will sleep, the thieves will tiptoe about. But He who lives forever is Peace.  


By the command of the Living God, His name is Jesus! Quiet your soul and trust Him. Listen intently for what cannot be heard. Search for what IS. His desire is for you. Doesn’t the blood beneath the cross prove His intent?


He is not a thief, unlike we who pray. He comes to grant life, wisdom, forgiveness, peace, joy, faithfulness, and doesn’t the list become endless? Those who learn to receive become like He. The spinning of the earth becomes far less fearsome.  


This, is to be a Christian.  

The Violence of Want


The door to peace locked.  

For sure.  

And no Man holds the key.  


The door to loss is open wide

By the lack in you and me.  


For hopes are like a falling leaf

From a winter ravaged tree.  


A man rises now to promise peace,

Only fading from view.  

You’ll see.  


Such leaves will fall,

And grow again. 

A trillion hopes will die.  


Why give your dreams 

To someone who

Can’t satisfy you and I?


Wait for God in Christ.  

Be satisfied with “least”.  


Stop pining over what you can’t.  

Call out to He who’s Peace.  

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The Reality of Freedom


People like to say they are free.  They love to dream about being free.  Free to do as they please.  Free to fly.  Free to imagine all kinds of surreal joys.  But frankly, we don’t know what freedom is.

How about these:

Free to live forever.
Free to love without  reservation or suspicion.
Free to move without any physical restraint.
Forever free from Pain, anxiety, fear, doubt, and any other negative experience.
Free from lies, temptation, forgetfulness, mistakes, harassment, anger, and so on.

And all this freedom forever!

What people want, what they dream about all day and all night, is in the hands of Jesus to give.  What does he ask in return?  “Love me more than these.”

Stability, the Fragrance of Love


Night or day, rain or shine, storm or tranquil afternoon; I carry within me a Spring time born of eternity.  The Love of God in Christ Jesus plays out in my heart and mind without ceasing. 

This love is like a musical waterfall of exquisite emotions, thoughts, doings and experiences.  It’s no more a religion then the beautiful explosion of love between the young man and a woman, his new found lifelong best friend.

God’s love causes me to smell the colors of the world around me.  He shows me the dance of sound in the fabric of air.  Words, all words, become living creatures as the Word of Life comes near to caress with truth.

I am useless to man.   The Living promise has finally caught me in an eternal embrace.  I tried to pay attention to the things that matter most to men, but fail miserably and often .The beautiful patience of God stoked a fire in me to make him blessed with his desire.

All of this, and vastly more, gives me reason to ponder the definition of love among men.  So very much is made of the love between a man and a woman.  Books, songs, poetry, movies, and all the trinkets produced as a celebration of joy and longevity.  All this commotion for something that cannot possibly last.  The hurricane of reality sweeps down from the mountains to devastate the joy of first love between man and wife.  Most marriages disintegrate to a bond of friendship at best.  At worst, they disintegrate to nothing.

The captivating emotions of human love produce something similar to the love of God within his beloved ones.  But people are people.  They are everything but stable.  Greed, impatience, expectations, and everything associated with self begins to ruin first love’s beauty.  Eventually death takes it all away.

But how is it that so much is made of the love of man, which is so transitory, while virtually nothing is celebrated toward the love of God?  The love of God simply becomes a place to cry out for help when everything we wanted falls apart.