The Power of the Powerless

It is easy for men to divide themselves from those who are wicked.  All it takes are codes of behavior in society, enough money to build fine neighborhoods, and lawful force to deter.  Division is made, and the wicked are forced to live in squalor. 

At their choosing, they can move one of their righteous to the squalor of the wicked.  Or they can elevate a wicked man to a place of prominence.  Why just look at the power they can wield!

But there is an abhorrent  behavior (among men) which they have no power against.  And oh how it galls both the righteous and the wicked to be so powerless. 

They entice with money, but it does no good.  They coerce with position, but it does not end well.  They threaten with squalor, but the victim only smiles. 

They are powerless against the Spirit of God in a man. 

When a man’s soul is set on fire by God, silence is not an option.  Money has no strength against the desire to glorify the Lord Jesus.  And from the fire of God within, the wickedness of man is to profuce to ignore!

They may offer such a man a position among them.  But they will quickly withdraw the offer when they see it has not accomplished the “beautiful” destruction.

They are not allowed to imprison him because of his words (Not today, anyway.)  They are not allowed to beat him into submission.  (As if that were possible.)  They are not allowed to murder him.  All they can do is hope God will take his servant home soon.

By His Grace

The Living Art of The Living God

I see the young man.  He strides about like a little superman.  He will never loose, and if he does it’s not a fault of his.  (he’s only got a few moves to perfect.)   I look at him and remember, “Let us make man in our image”.

Please everybody, notice the young woman.  Isn’t that what all the “bling” is saying?  I look at her and remember the women I’ve met who were in their 80’s.  The bling wears off, breaks or gets lost somewhere between the first born and retirement.  Weight and wrinkles replace the tools of wicked enticement.

Let them parade.  Who will affect their pageant of pride, flesh and greed?   But may God have mercy to teach them what they could not learn from elders: humility, holiness, propriety, mercy and restraint of desire.

I turn my eyes.  Even witnessing their wicked display of youth seems a sin.  Yet, even now, I remember my own years of utter folly.  How many and who had to turn their eyes away from me?

God is He who saves.  When He moves hearts are changed.  Where He is life sprouts up.  And Holiness attends His presence as a shimmering shadow of brilliant light.

May the Living God have mercy on the youth of America.  If not, they will die in the millions.  For what sin will ever find an audience with the Lord of Life?

By His Grace.