A Bowl of Milk


I am in New Jersey. The godlessness here is astounding.

Yesterday I saw a truck hauling a gold casket. Rebellion against God to the very last. But righteousness will wake him up to present himself as he is sealed. A Sobering thought.

America is like a bowl. The eastern cities, full of the will of man. LA and Seattle, the other side of the rim. Chicago and Detroit, Dallas, Atlanta, Miami, and so on. But in between is what is called the Bible belt.

Yes. America is like a bowl of milk. Some of its contents has splashed along the rim. But the nutrition is mostly settled in the middle.

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The Temple


How the relentless wind blows; chilling the bones and securing the approaching season’s home.

Plowing the earth for snow’s foundation. The blinding white temple will be built, regardless man’s desire for Spring.

The Gospel blows upon the earth, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful in all its Holy intent; chilling all souls and preparing for the approaching season of eternity.

The plow rips the ground. The foundation of Lovely is established. The blinding white temple will be built, regardless Man’s desire for Spring.

The reason for turmoil is exposed. Who is wise? Who prepares for Winter?

Slow Dance with a Dead Body


It’s a really weird title, isn’t it. It draws a mental picture that probably shouldn’t be in our head. But think about the following.

Don’t we get kind of miffed if when we talk to someone they absolutely ignore us? And what if someone came to you like this: looking at the ground they mutter your name numerous times, appeal to you to listen to them, then repeat those two actions 20 times. At some point you just give up listening, turn away, and leave them as they are. It’s not that you despise them, you despise what they’re doing.

Do you think the Lord Jesus is different then we are about this? Effective prayer is real conversation. Ritualistic words are pretty much useless. Either he is our friend or he is just God.

Consider the Robin


In the quietness before dawn, the Robin wakes to consider. Rested, healthy, feathers to preen, hunger to notice, thus a hunt to enjoy.

Following his musings (taking stock of who he is):

Publicly, loudly, shamelessly, he gives thanks to God before the hunt begins. The open window has been our seat midst the symphony.

He cannot hide his heritage. Never does he consider the miracle of flight. He is a Robin.

Can the Christian hide his heritage?

Does the Christian consider the miracle of belief?

Can the Christian desire that he were not a Christian?

Remember the Robin before he is gone for the season. He has been a faithful and radiant display of how Man should treat his own place and the God who made him.

Remember the Robin while he is gone, that faithfulness may attend your winter days. When HE returns will he find you having been faithful?

Consider, the Robin cannot be an Aardvark.

Be Thou Use Filled


When Jesus is lifted up in his Church, his presence is the Church’s power—the shout of a king is in the midst of her. “I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto me.” Let us go out this morning on our work of soul fishing, looking up in faith, and around us in solemn anxiety. Let us toil till night comes, and we shall not labour in vain, for he who bids us let down the net, will fill it with fishes.

Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening.

Finality


Every stitch. Every form of embroidering. Every shape that ever was. Knitting beyond your wildest dreams.

A net is made; of finest silk, strongest metal, threads of burning sulfur. Woven together with every shape, every texture, and every possible mixture of elements. Produced with purpose, to capture all that is.

Faithful servants take their place, singular in purpose, perfectly prepared in faithfulness, with endless strength to the task. With piercing eyes of readiness, they look and wait for His command.

“Through space and time,

From galaxies to dust,

Sweep your net!

Gather My souls.

Not a single one left behind.”

From edge to edge.

From beyond to the near.

Sifting out all

That they hold dear.

Bring them to the place prepared.

The living and the dead.

Darkness is no more.

To the “Valley of Decision they bore.

Some to live,

But most to die.

From the “Place of Testing,

He will purify!

What was, what is, what ever will be.

The Son will rise

To His rightful place.

Erasing His enemy,

Establishing Peace.

Prepare! Prepare! Prepare!

O’ Man, be aware.

The Net is about to sweep!