Limp Noodle


Are you facing a fearful task? Try to remember how many you faced. Take notice that you’re still here. The only way to face something fearful is to move into it one step at a time. You won’t know how it turns out until you go through it.

Face life with a joyful valor. What use is it to be a whimpering limp wet noodle?

Do you have faith in Christ Jesus? PROVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!

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Who is Ready


Am I ready for my time:

To speak of such from the body.

I think of the sky above.

That moment of passing through – The sun, the moon, the clouds and airborne creatures.

But no.

I think of the earth below

and the wind which moves upon it – support no more for my fragile frame.

The eyes, deeds and words of man –

Blinded, stilled and silenced.

To escape without moving.

Such odd thoughts appropriate.

All my knowledge gone:

A Candleflame snuffed out with no wisp of smoke remaining.

Dreams are no more;

Reality burst forth.

With all I know

I cannot say

I am ready for my time.

The Missing Clue


There are so many who go through life without the slightest idea of why they’re here. Their best clue is to adopt some sort of higher ritual. At the height of their glory they are no more godly than a mockingbird is human.

The only reason for being here, living this life until death, is to serve the living God by allowing his holy son to become your sacrifice and master.

Armchair Humans


The world is in trouble. Everything that can be wrong is wrong. Why bother to itemize the list.

Everyone is a critic. Everyone seems to know what everyone else should do. And, by golly, they’re not afraid to speak.

What’s missing in all this wicked chaos? Why, the ANSWER is conspicuously missing.

Christ is the ANSWER. And those who know that ought to fill their mouths with repair.

Would you be brave?

Would you be useful?

Then love your fellow man by risking alienation.

Speak of Christ.

Is it time to put your hand down?

Is it time to pull in your index finger?

Is it time to deliver hope instead of accusation or worthless correction?

Armchair priests, judges and executioners. Compassionless, gutless, useless, and fragile people who think they are something simply because they had a thought.

Is it possible that keeping the words of Christ from our brothers of flesh is simply a violent retaliation dressed in the fear and embarrassment that is sure to come? “Let them all burn in hell! I’m intent on saving my own skin.”

Does the body of Christ look down on those who willingly speak the word of God for the sake of His honor and The Hope of their brothers of flesh?

I’ve only asked the questions. The answers are in your heart.

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.

Nuttin


For now we live under the specter of death. Fear controls our every thought and action. But that will not always be so.

To be clear, God did not create death. Logically speaking, it is an oxymoron to create death. Death is nonexistent. It is impossible to create nothing. Rather, it was one of God’s creatures who chose to become nothing.

Pure life which is God can never cease. Anything that is not God has no purity nor eternity in it. How endlessly precious and utterly important then is the gospel of Christ?