Fear of Fire


How can God save us from trouble if we always play it safe?

How can he prove his powerful salvation if we never confront our sins?

How can he save us from the murderous lion if we always stay in our home?

We say that God is powerful.

Do we have, have we become, a living testimony?

Fear is not from God.

But he is a consuming and Holy fire.

Look in your imagination.

Do you see the raging flames?

He has not set up the fire to test us.

The fire is what he is!

Those with faith do not stand still.

One foot in front of the other,

They walk into the fire

Allowing it to burn away that which is not God.

Fear and timidity belongs to the flesh.

Boldness, sobriety of mind, fearless trust, and every other good thing, is of God.

Choose to die for the sake of Christ or live in fear all your life.

Choose the latter and that is what you will be on the great and terrifying day.

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Super People


Without a vision the people perish. That is to say: unless someone shows the way, the opinions of man will crush us.

Mankind is miserably vulnerable. Still, the imagination of Man writes stories of super people; people who overcome terror and destruction, rising to hero status.

We desperately need someone to succeed where others have been sunk by failure when a depraved tempest smashes against their hull.

Heroes are made in the quiet times at home. Their bravery sleeps within their heart until that jarring explosion at their front door.

We need a vision of success. We need to see a quiet determination raging against chaos. Who are these people?

Is that you?

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!!!!!!!!!!!

More Than Conquerors


Nothing warrants a red letter mark on the calendar than when you defy your fear.  How many people can say they remember the very moment they embraced the challenge with a death grip?

How many heroes were cowards until they faced an opportune moment to step up?  They will tell you they simply found a place where they had no further choice.

You likely know where I’m going with this.

If I Could Tell the Truth


If I could tell the truth, people just might see who I really am, not who I have to be.
I get so darn tired of playing by the rules.
Afraid of what I’d lose, if I could tell the truth.

Nobody wants to listen when it comes down to this.
We’d rather take the truth and twist it, than to tell it like it is.
I don’t know how we got here, there’s really no excuse.
I do it to get by, but I wouldn’t live this lie, if I could tell the truth.

If I could tell the truth, girl, we’d end up in a fight.
And I would still be wrong, and you would still be right.
We could stay right here another year or two.
But I’m already gone, if I could tell the truth.

Nobody wants to listen when it comes down to this.
We’d rather take the truth and twist it, than to tell it like it is.
I don’t know how we got here, there’s really no excuse.
I do it to get by, but I wouldn’t live this lie, if I could tell the truth.

I do it to get by, but I wouldn’t live this lie, if I could tell the truth.

The Rocks Will Cry Out


I wake to consider the things of the Living God’s Holy Son.  No matter where I look among the things of God’s Holy wisdom, I find no fault.  Yet why should this amaze me?

To the things of man I look, and I find no righteous faithfulness.  And isn’t this the cause of my amazement?

Consistency abides in the Living God, toward life and all things good.  Consistency abides in the camp of Man’s horror, toward rebellion and all things wicked.

What has God done but we should despise him so?  What has Man accomplished that we should revere him in fear? 

How is it that the people who call themselves Christians suppress the beauty of the One who offers them life; those who give God praise in secret yet seal their mouth when they walk among the dead.

“I have riches”, they say.  The faithfulness of God in his promise is that sure, yes.  But don’t the rocks along the Way of Glory also have the blessing of God to lay unmolested?  There they are lay, prepared to do his will. And surely if the people had not given praise to the Living God’s Holy Son, the rocks themselves would have cried out the words.  Are we no better than rocks strewn along the path of life?  Are we like rocks which adorn a valley of death, fruitless and simply a nuisance ( dressings which mark the barren land).

“If God will touch us, we will serve him.  If God will drive back the wicked we will speak and walk among them.  If he will drive them back beyond a stone’s throw, we will proclaim the words of life.  As long as there is no threat we will be brave.  Yet if he will not cause the wicked to recede, we will continue to praise him in secret.  I will leave the fearsome work to those who desire to die.”  Is this what we say by our actions?  Will not God protect those the march ahead in faith?

But clean yourself.  Primp and prune your feathers.  Lining every hair in its proper place.  let every thread of clothing be presentable and immaculate.  Let your life be dressed with all the things that cause Man to nod in appreciation.  If you hide the Light of Christ,  you are no different than the rocks along the Way. 

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Is it too much to ask? 

Is it unjust to require us to join Jesus in his suffering?

Is the shame of righteousness too much to bear? 

Is the Cross of Christ too heavy to share? 

Then what can possibly be our lot? 

When we appear before He by whose Blood we are bought?