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

An Imaginary Friend


Close your eyes. Imagine that your house is perfectly clean. Keep them closed long enough, imagine hard enough, and when you open them you will believe it is clean. Imagination is powerful enough to destroy reality.

Imagine that you are a Christian. Keep your eyes closed to the reality of the things you do. And when you open your eyes, before The living God's Christ, you will believe that you have been a Christlike one all your life.

How many live their religion in the realm of imagination? The sunrise is not imaginary. Neither is the Son, nor He in us.

Baptism


I was rightly convinced decades ago. Reverence for Jesus, the fear of God, (in the book of acts, in the first century) was not at all like Christianity today. The people were not baptized as a beginning of their Christian walk. They were baptized because they were "walking".

They were not baptized because they believed the message of the gospel. They were baptized as a sign and seal that they were living the Gospel.

How does that compare to what you have witnessed?

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?

TelevisionĀ 


Appropriate social conditioning:

By order of he who rules the air:  

“You will adore everything that belongs to the nature of destruction.  You will sing songs about lewdness.  You will wonder about God but never seek the answers.  (if you happen to fall on a reasonable answer turn it in for examination and go your way)  Let it be enough that you adore religion.  

You will listen to the father of lies, never questioning why.  For he is the only truth you will know.  Death, oblivion, uselessness, jokes about what is Holy, and violence, these will be the trappings of your religion.  Enjoy your life, until we are unified in the place that is marked out for us.  

WATCH TELEVISION!”


Society, constructed by a simple instrument; preformed for a single purpose; wrapped around the souls of the masses.  Debase humanity.   Elevate depravity.

    And how the world marvels at the work of its own hands.  Oh, how they adore the classroom.  

The world will love its own. 

 Amazingly, how many see such things and don’t even question why. 

 How are these things any different than the Roman Colosseum?  

How are they different than the Assyrian parade of captives, led through the streets with rings in their noses attached to one another by a string?  Lives, destroyed and sold for the price of a flea.  The hope of family shattered with every painful step.  How the people cheered and applauded the “victor”.

So: the slaves – paid well and even honored to be educated hypocrites.  

What shall be said about the populace?  The taste of blood on their lips, they teach their children the same.  All the while they praise themselves for retaining innocence in the babes (retaining with a series of fables and lies).  Waiting with bated breath for maturity, so that they can enjoy depravity together as a family.  

Filthy, filthy, filthy souls!

 What day is it, that we do not even need to be in attendance at the Colosseum to witness blood? 

 The public is despicably entertained by the suffering of others. šŸ˜¢  

But, “The People of The Christ”?

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.