Stiff Necked Children


You ask. You suggest. You try to reason. No success. But the matter is urgent and learning is not up for debate.

The mind is not willing. The heart is not open to correction. The child has decided to disobey.

So out of kindness, you decide to push the back of his head to make him move (any obedience is better than none). He hardens his neck against your hand, pushing his body against your will.

For the moment, he becomes a stiff necked child.

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I admit to the Lord that I am useless without his will in my heart. I ask for his leadership. Then, when a moment comes to do what is right I choose my own direction. Without saying a word I become a stiff necked child.

What is the meaning of Grace?

Stay with apathy. Stay with superstition. Stay with your own brand of religious ideals. Laugh at what is Holy. Mock sincerity. Consider godly righteousness as a myth. Leave the Bible in the room of “ignoring”. Be critical of those who try to obey. Receive gossip about Christians and pass it on with a joyous mouth.

What does stiff necked mean?

Who are we that God should even care about us, a stiff necked brood of snakes? Yet he suffered among us the most brutal life and death to redeem us as his.

Give the gospel another opportunity.

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Dreamers


They gave themselves to the reading of the word and to prayer. The result?

Thousands were saved in Christ. The power of God moved among the people with unprecedented strength. A Legacy was built for billions.

We have one life to live. What will be said of us when we are ushered into his holy kingdom?

“One good deed is more worth than a thousand brilliant theories. Let us not wait for large opportunities, or for a different kind of work, but do just the things we ‘find to do’ day by day. We have no other time in which to live. The past is gone; the future has not arrived; we never shall have any time but time present. Then do not wait until your experience has ripened into maturity before you attempt to serve God. Endeavour now to bring forth fruit.” (Charles Spurgeon)

Dare not just dream. Become. The thief does not steal your life. He steals your seconds.

Golden Silence?


Every day more babies are born. Every day more children come of age to understand the complicated things of life. Every day adults are faced with their own unrighteous inadequacy before God. Every day there are people who have struggled to grasp the gospel and are losing their faith little by little because no one comes along to encourage them. Every day senior citizens reach the precipice of death, never having understood the gospel of Christ. Every day dirt covers the body of errant souls who have gone to the judgment without any shield. Considering all that, when is it OK for a Christian to stop speaking about their life in Christ?

Isn’t it a little bit like secretly nibbling from your vast resource of food in a famine struck land? While the others waste away from malnutrition you appear to be a miracle among them. All the while, the Christian knows the secret of life.

The really sad thing is that simple fear of embarrassment is what is causing so much death. If we yearn to be like Christ let us remember this: he did not fail to open his mouth.

The Consuming Truth


The following is a hard truth, yet only hard because that is the nature of so many hearts.

“For the truth’s sake, which dwelleth in us, and shall be with us for ever.”

—2 John 2

Once let the truth of God obtain an entrance into the human heart and subdue the whole man unto itself, no power human or infernal can dislodge it. We entertain it not as a guest but as the master of the house—this is a Christian necessity, he is no Christian who doth not thus believe. (Morning and Evening by Charles Spurgeon)

The will of God to save is a consuming fire. That fact is not open to debate.

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.

Confused?


Many religions? Yes. Many cultures, customs, languages, and rituals? Yes. But to love the people more than Christ will never please God. He has set His rule by the blood of His Holy, Righteous and Glorious Son. He is established forever in Heaven. His people establish His Majesty here as well.

What is honored by the world must find a certain distain in the souls bought by the Holy Blood of Christ.

“I myself am the LORD, and there is no other Savior. I am the one who spoke to you, saved you, and told you those things.”

— Isaiah 43:11-12 ERV