True Peace


Interesting to me: people know about what they’re going to read here.  But how many still chase after things it won’t last, only because they want to avoid God.   


The definition of true peace does not lend itself to the opinions of Man. True peace is not the absence of turmoil. Therefore you can’t buy it with ignorance.  

True peace does not come to us by diligent ritual. Even if all things went well for the perfectionist, what peace he thinks he has can be destroyed by a speck of dust.  


And the one who thinks they will gain peace by not involving themselves in the difficult things of God, is undone by the simple miraculous beauty of a butterfly.  


True peace has one origin and one substance. To gain it we must appear in the fire of condemnation that radiates from the Living God’s throne. True peace will always come dressed in the humiliation of our own eternal weakness.  


True peace can only be had by learning to trust Jesus in everything. Every other opinion regarding peace will be shattered.  


There is no institution on earth where you can go to begin your journey into true peace. In this, even the church can’t help you. The Church can only point to the One who is willing and able to give you Life.  


Where you need to go is the last place you want to go, but the absolute place you will arrive; the throne of the God who made you.  

Hope and Help


As a child it is not difficult to find someone who believes in you.  The only difficulty is proximity.  Are those who can believe in you close enough for you to touch and receive.  

But let childhood pass.  Let the people begin to notice your faults, and those who believe in you will quickly dissipate in number.  Now let the person become an adult, full of fault, like a filthy glass filled with reeking mud.  We will find no one left to believe in our potential [frankly, this is not an aberration. We simply don’t have any more potential to love] but those who require a payment of some kind.  The love we need, we have to buy.   Isn’t it said that the world loves the rich, while the pauper remains ignored; destitute of adoration.  

Now we see destruction run rampant in every heart.  Woe to the rich man when his money runs out.  Woe to the poor man who cannot buy love.  And especially, woe to the man who has used his mind to be loved by so many.  For the mind will surely waste away to nothing.  

You will say to me, that’s what a strong relationship is for; someone who will love you regardless your faults.  But what should you say if no such relationship comes?  And why should you hope in something that everyone knows is incredibly rare?  How many fables revolve around “true love”.

Who are you then?  You were nothing more than an empty body; hated and despised simply because you need to draw air.  Your station in love will not increase.  You will become less and less and less.  How many old folks waste away with no one left to love them?  They enter the grave poorer than they were when they were born.  

Do you think this is too harsh?  How many live like that for the majority of their life?  How many become invisible even while they are here among us?

Here I must say that Christ is enough.  He can reclaim and love and make you valuable.  But even in that love, despair returns from time to time.  We find they did not love the Lord when he was here among them.  And even God has said they have hated me for no reason, he is righteous in Christ and full to overflowing with love and potential.  How much more will they despise the unrighteousness within us?  

Most people come into this world greatly loved. But also, most people leave this world despised and empty.   Do not be fooled by the plenitude of beautiful stories.  

I could leave it like this and most people would say amen.  And I confess that today I do not have many more words in regard to this.  But I look to my own soul to find the hope of Christ that lays for us beyond the grave.  If he has proven his love for us while we are still filthy, how much more will we know his love when he takes away our mechanism of sin forever?

To the non-Christian I say, believe and experience The Hope.  To the Christian I say remember, dig deep, struggle hard against the sorrow in your heart, remember his promise.  It is enough.  When there is nothing left, he is that part of our soul that refuses to be destroyed.  

Today I do not have much strength.  I have proofed this with half my heart.  Perhaps I will come back a little while later and look it through.  But what I had to say is written here, not hard to decipher past the mistakes.  

Seven Spanish Angels?????


You got to this post across a certain trail. Stop a minute. Pick a rock. Have a seat. Let’s do a little traveling that doesn’t require legs.  

I’ll tell you about the trail that brought me here. I was practicing guitar this morning using YouTube; A little Skip Ewing, a smidgen of Vince Gill, a sliver of Keith urban, and just a dab of Carrie underwood. I just finished “mama’s song”, and looked down at the next few songs. There was Willie Nelson singing “Seven Spanish Angels”.  


In a flash, I was no longer playing guitar. I was transported to this place where you meet me.  


15 minutes of thought can be rolled up in one question. Does Man have a right to play games with the concept of heaven, angels, salvation, death, vengeance, and what is Holy?


It’s kind of sentimental and cute to think that seven Spanish Angels even exist, let alone that they immortalize people just because they die. But is there any possibility that it’s true? Is everyone taken to heaven simply because they lived here on earth? Take a look at what happened to Isaiah. Then tell me what will become of the godless and the sinners of this life.  


1. In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3. And they were calling to one another:


“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;

the whole earth is full of his glory.”


4. At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.


5. “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”


6. Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.” (chapter 6)


God is HOLY. Everything of heaven is Holy. Angels do not come from Mexico. They are of heaven, where everything is holy.  


Those who live by the gun will die by the gun. And in the end they will be assigned the place of those who murder and are of vengeance.  


I am caused to consider this, how much of my own life is a room of lies filled with stupid and ignorant tapestries that will most assuredly destroyed me? What are you thinking?


Thanks for having a seat. Thanks for listening. May God bless the path you take from here.  

Just One




How big and bad does something vile need to be to destroy a righteous Man?  

Like a single ant on a pebble in the Rocky Mountain Range.  


What then is the state of affairs for a wicked man?  


Will you really then continue in your way until you were called to give account of yourself to God? Really, will you let your mind relegate the Judgment to the category called religion (conveniently forgetting and pushing aside the things that matter most)?


If you stand condemned for the things that you have done in the past, why add to it by not listening to Him today?


The judgment of God does not sleep. The gospel does not go silent. And your life continues as you choose to make it.  


The Judgment of God will be like an F-5000 tornado. There will be no place to hide. And there will be nothing left untouched.  


Let those who decide to be vile, continue then to be vile. But let those who can hear, hear with sobriety.  

TO THE WILLFULLY ARROGANT


He gives man a place to do as a man pleases.  

Wickedness thrives and the bloodshed is plentiful; blood of body, blood of soul, blood of mind, heart, and righteous potential.  


But a moment comes.


The soul of every man is required.  


Judgment is made, the man is sent to his proper place; his mouth shut, his hands bound forever.  


Desire and prosper in what you will.  


The Lord has desired and will prosper far above your reach.  


Snatched away in a moment, eternity obeys God’s will.  

Comforting Justice


Where does justice begin?   In whom does justice remain?
When the perpetrator owns his crime.   When he lets God’s light on his misdeeds shine.  

When the clouds of self-righteousness are blown away, by the Holy and Steady wind of God.  

Then, the victim’s words are heard. Then, the burden’s shared.  

Then, an anger filled brush from the tip of a feather stings;

Deeper than the cutting of a cat-o’-nine-tails whip.  

Oh!  Lighten the load in his brother.  Justice, worn like a cloak, cannot do better.   

A whisper, a look, and he “guilty”,

Is undone!

No need anymore for revenge. The prisoner of regret knows his place.  

There go we all, but for God’s Grace.