What Word?

Oh!  People of the world; those who despise the Rule of the Holy One.  What do you have to show for all your toil?

Your people melt in the streets from the demands you place upon them.  They rot in their flesh and soul, for the strength of your demands.  What do you have to show for all the chaos of your toil?

Isn’t the Word that can heal among you?  Isn’t the power of Salvation from God extended?

Why will you not take it?  Why will you not ask?  Why will you live like abandoned children?

Why will you honor the unholy gaggle that you yourselves have glorified?  Why will you not humble yourselves in prayer?

Why is the Holy Scripture left untouched, day after day?  Why do you not speak to one another about pure things?  Why are lies vastly more abundant than God’s commands?

See how you falter and fail.  See how you lack the strength to continue.  Yet you continue; as if this continuing is righteously demanded of every one of you.

The leaders of the people die.  They thirst and will not drink.  They hunger, yet waste away like those who fast to death.

The children are not fed, for the parents have no food.  Filth is the delicacy on the table at night.  Precious and good food is kept far from the front door to every house.

What more can be said to a people who desire death and abhor life?  Do you want a sweet word from the Living God’s Holy Son?  How shall He who tells the truth speak a lie?  You have what is true to say.



Fermentation of Things to Come.

Glass Of Wine

Image by JackSim via Flickr

In responding to things said by others, sometimes we stumble on words that speak of things a lot higher than our thoughts:

Bemoaning the onslaught of wickedness seen in the powers of this world, a friend posted his mind. ( http://shortfellow.wordpress.com/2011/10/13/come-quickly-lord/ )

The following reply came as fast as my stumbly fingers could cut loose of them:

What we are witnessing is the fermentation of a wine which the nations will gather to drink on that great day in the valley of decision. Let them gather their crop of wickedness. Let them press out all the filth they can drink. They are preparing a war toast. And they will gather together to toast to what they perceive as a victory against God.

Even so, Lord Jesus, come.

By His Grace.