Baptism


I was rightly convinced decades ago. Reverence for Jesus, the fear of God, (in the book of acts, in the first century) was not at all like Christianity today. The people were not baptized as a beginning of their Christian walk. They were baptized because they were "walking".

They were not baptized because they believed the message of the gospel. They were baptized as a sign and seal that they were living the Gospel.

How does that compare to what you have witnessed?

From God,s Perspective


Divide a second into the smallest possible pieces. Less than one of those segments is the entire life of any man in the fullness of eternity. The blink of an eye.

(How do I put this thought into words so that I won't offend anyone, yet share an immense perspective? But if people want to be offended they'll find some reason.)

The salvation of humanity is important enough for God to send his beautiful Son to be crucified by His people, yet on their behalf. And not just they, but any who will believe.

How many of us, and how often, have we either bottled up or stood directly in the way of the Gospel?

We say we love him. And in many ways that's absolutely true. But how often have we seen the importance of the Gospel from God's perspective?

We've heard the story: God sent His only Son that He may be the propitiation for our sins. From the moment God placed His Son's soul in Mary, to the very last breath He took, His life among us was The Supreme Sacrifice.

No love of Man can compare.

What is the will of God?

TelevisionĀ 


Appropriate social conditioning:

By order of he who rules the air:  

“You will adore everything that belongs to the nature of destruction.  You will sing songs about lewdness.  You will wonder about God but never seek the answers.  (if you happen to fall on a reasonable answer turn it in for examination and go your way)  Let it be enough that you adore religion.  

You will listen to the father of lies, never questioning why.  For he is the only truth you will know.  Death, oblivion, uselessness, jokes about what is Holy, and violence, these will be the trappings of your religion.  Enjoy your life, until we are unified in the place that is marked out for us.  

WATCH TELEVISION!”


Society, constructed by a simple instrument; preformed for a single purpose; wrapped around the souls of the masses.  Debase humanity.   Elevate depravity.

    And how the world marvels at the work of its own hands.  Oh, how they adore the classroom.  

The world will love its own. 

 Amazingly, how many see such things and don’t even question why. 

 How are these things any different than the Roman Colosseum?  

How are they different than the Assyrian parade of captives, led through the streets with rings in their noses attached to one another by a string?  Lives, destroyed and sold for the price of a flea.  The hope of family shattered with every painful step.  How the people cheered and applauded the “victor”.

So: the slaves – paid well and even honored to be educated hypocrites.  

What shall be said about the populace?  The taste of blood on their lips, they teach their children the same.  All the while they praise themselves for retaining innocence in the babes (retaining with a series of fables and lies).  Waiting with bated breath for maturity, so that they can enjoy depravity together as a family.  

Filthy, filthy, filthy souls!

 What day is it, that we do not even need to be in attendance at the Colosseum to witness blood? 

 The public is despicably entertained by the suffering of others. šŸ˜¢  

But, “The People of The Christ”?

Satan Smiles


(I apologize for giving a S in the title. Literary law requires it, or I would not have done it.)

It is said that the Liberals are aghast at the declaration of Mrs. Trump, that she is a practicing Catholic.  


(This small article assumes that the report is accurate. Given the flavor of the day, I tend to think it is.)


I’m not gonna bother to go into a justifiable rant regarding their hypocrisy. Let me simply say this:


If you will come unglued at an honest declaration of religion from your First Lady, what will you do when the Holy Father unveils His Righteous and Holy Son on the day of your judgment. “There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”


Not only do they make no preparation for the inevitable, they deny it’s very existence and venomously despise any reference to it. Worshipping inclusion, they despise a singular truth.  


This sounds to me exactly like I expect the demons to respond; adoring the darkness, they despise even a sliver of light among them. (and that’s all her decoration is folks, just a sliver of light in this vast coal dark world.)   Who then is driving their worship of “tolerance”?


The advice of God to such people is to drop your pride and humble yourself before Him that HE can give you eyes to see and ears to hear. For now, you are so engrossed in trivial nothingness that you cannot see the approaching devastation of your soul. You elevate nothing as if it is something. But “SOMETHING” is surely approaching.  When the Father speaks “the end”, the something will appear with nowhere to hide.  


And I am amazed at how rare these words are in such a perverse society is this. Even the conservative pundits respond with trivial nothingness. They simply respond to a slap in the face by slapping the face of the attacker. Tell me, what is accomplished? (satan smiles)


This event is so foolish that even a fool like me can see it clearly. On the clock of eternity, what time is it?


By His Grace.  

Fanatics


We pay competitors a handsome reward to abuse their bodies. For the sake of entertainment we push them to the limit.  

How many people have pulled up a lawn chair to watch the Christians struggle? The most competitive sport in the world is serving the living God’s holy son. There are billions of critics and not a penny is shed to the competitors.  


Curiously, just like people call themselves a fan of a certain team, Many will tell you they are a Christian but exhibit no ability in the sport.  


Just thought I’d add that perspective to the days thoughts.  

“Where’s the Glory!”


You can’t live with me in the truck.  For one thing, there isn’t room.  You can’t find your daily meal from cans of soup and beans.  The stove and refrigerator would be jealous.  You can’t be isolated from Humanity but for an occasional confrontation here and there.  6 days a week.  Then home, as a stranger.

No!  This place is for me.

But don’t you have your own, your house, your family, your home.  And isn’t THERE, things “Too much for you”?  Don’t those things clamor like tiny chicks noisily begging for worms. 

No time for rest, or your glory will die. 
No time to compare,
“Who has it better than I?”

Should we think that the Glory of Christ in us is limited “someplace else”?  Is it right to think that if you were someone else you could bring him what is Honorable? 

If you did all the things that a day’s work demands.  What would be said of you?  What would be said of your Lord?  What right would you have to speak among the people then?  And wouldn’t your diligence, honorable and true, be speech enough; not only visible but audible in deed?

His Glory stands waiting in your “house”.  Be dressed.  Serve.