Facebook memories


I wrote this this morning for Facebook. It didn’t seem right not to share it here.

Facebook shares memories of time past. So this morning I’m going to use that.

Assuming that I will still be here in a couple of years, perhaps five, I’m going to write what I see this morning.

The coming day of judgment:

It is an open and desolate place for those without Christ. It is a place of compulsory gathering. It is an utterly darkened and foreboding place; as if in comparison to our experience here, it is like the darkest of nights with the thickest a fog about us. A place unfamiliar, a place of no resources to defend ourselves, a place of living threat, and a place of endless fear.

All the while, the sounds of thundering, hungry, and intense ministers of God wait to do his will. The total silence of the place allows the ear to hear every movement of those holy servants of God.

If ever man has feared, he will be in extreme agony there while he awaits his own personal and eternal words of judgment to be spoken against him. And in that place, there are billions of souls who wait.

Millions and millions are the servants of the Lord. Let your mind paint as vicious a creature as you can. They will purify the house of God, eternity will not make room for God’s enemies. God is Life, in him there is no room for impurities or death.

With the speed of light and the strength of freed lightning they will snatch away and devour as God pronounces each judgment. Without regard for each judged soul, they will immediately put him in his proper place.

Naked and helpless, there is no place there to hide.

Now I speak of these things on a day called “today”, and here I have opportunity to reflect. This is the day of salvation. In this abundant place, I am allowed to consider all these things and respond with an appropriate fear of God.

“Today” is the day to make peace with the Living God through Christ Jesus, His Holy, Honorable, and faithful Witness. “Today” brings the opportunity for forgiveness of your sins and cleansing through a repentant heart. No one who stands in the field of judgment is there by mistake.

I have not had a vision from God about this. I got this from reading the book of Joel, as anyone else who can read can read for themselves. As a person reads the book of Joel his imagination set on fire.

But the day of the Lord will be vastly more than the man’s imagination can paint. It is absolutely sure to come. And it will be absolutely stark and personal.

Today is the day of salvation!

May the man I will be, when this post is brought up in Facebook as a memory, be in vastly better prepared to receive the things of Christ.

Needless to say, I’m going to go to prayer now.

Acts 17


22 Paul then stood up in the meeting of the Areopagus and said: “People of Athens! I see that in every way you are very religious. 23 For as I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: TO AN UNKNOWN GOD. So you are ignorant of the very thing you worship—and this is what I am going to proclaim to you.
24 “The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by human hands. 25 And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else. 26 From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands. 27 God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us. 28 ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’
29 “Therefore since we are God’s offspring, we should not think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone—an image made by human design and skill. 30 In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent. 31 For he has set a day when he will judge the world with justice by the man he has appointed. He has given proof of this to everyone by raising him from the dead.” (copied from biblehub.com)


Photo of lithograph from wikipedia

From God,s Perspective


Divide a second into the smallest possible pieces. Less than one of those segments is the entire life of any man in the fullness of eternity. The blink of an eye.

(How do I put this thought into words so that I won't offend anyone, yet share an immense perspective? But if people want to be offended they'll find some reason.)

The salvation of humanity is important enough for God to send his beautiful Son to be crucified by His people, yet on their behalf. And not just they, but any who will believe.

How many of us, and how often, have we either bottled up or stood directly in the way of the Gospel?

We say we love him. And in many ways that's absolutely true. But how often have we seen the importance of the Gospel from God's perspective?

We've heard the story: God sent His only Son that He may be the propitiation for our sins. From the moment God placed His Son's soul in Mary, to the very last breath He took, His life among us was The Supreme Sacrifice.

No love of Man can compare.

What is the will of God?

“Here We Go Again.”


Every time I read the Bible, I come to those certain places that give me reason to pause. Sometimes I overlook the difficulty and read on anyway. But the older I get the less capable but I am of overlooking the difficulty without taking a moment to prepare myself for what comes next.

The difficulty is this:
God delivers Life to man in a certain place and time. It is always well received, as it should be. But not long after, evil summons its strength to come and eradicate the work of God.

It is lovely to read the joy God has sent to earth. It has become almost unbearable to witness the response of evil Man. Evidently this continual sequence of events is necessary in this godless world. Perhaps, so is my response.

Does anyone else feel this way?

Billboard Hysteria


Two women were complaining about all the Bible billboards down south. One said she was tired of being inundated about sin, Jesus, and condemnation. She made some remark to excuse herself for being callous to the words. Something like, “I know the gospel is important, I’m just tired of it being in my face all the time”.   Surprisingly, her friend agreed.  

Are you tired of hearing about God? You might want to get used to it. He owns eternity, you know. And the conversation about his glorious Son Jesus is never ending. Such people as those women are not likely to have a good time.

Broken, Not Destroyed


I don’t know what value this is. Maybe it’s only valuable to me; to let my heart speak the words.  

What is Christ to me? He is a painful love. Yet, it’s not that he is painful but that I am from destruction.  


I see his love. I feel his love. I strive, with everything I have, to do his love. Yet the culture of the place where I am from often interferes with peace.  


The pain is not because of his love. Pain does not come from there. It comes from the store house of memories; wrapped around every thought like a leaching vine on a dying tree.  


I remember I did this to someone. I remember I failed to recognize someone else’s pain. Missed moments. Murderous moments. Distracted by selfishness. Wasted times, Times spent trying to survive, encased in a body full of greed.  


Sigh. So it is. But I would rather live this horror, with his love as my target, than to spend another moment living that useless life I have come to regret so deeply.  


Let this be an apology where no words can repair. Let this stand as a testimony to true Christianity.  


The Spirit of God calls, provokes, leads, and encourages toward what is holy. The unholy part of me must succumb. And I am gratefully thankful to my God that his promise is to destroy the destroyer. He is the rock upon which we are broken. Yet woe to those upon whom it falls, for they shall be utterly ground to powder.  


Be glorified Holy Father, for the work of Your own hands in the souls You have chosen to love.