Divine Intervention


Take a peek at the odds in gambling. They cannot fall in favor of the player. There are a limited number of variables in every game, yet those limited number of variables often devastate players

People call it luck. “Good luck” has risen to an almost God like blessing. People believe in luck far more than they believe in the divine intervention of God in every life.

Personally, I firmly believe there is no such thing as luck.

But think about this for a little while: if there was no divine intervention in the lives of every man woman and child, none of us but a very few would live past 30 days. How many would live to be 90 years old?

NOW


Such an intriguing problem I see with people.  Being so greatly familiar with regret, they dwell on it everyday.  At the same time they set their eyes, with anxious hearts, toward the things they desire.  All the while they minimize the Now.

“I hate who I was and what became of my behavior.”  So they say in their hearts.  Full of remorse for their failings, they look with great hope to a better man or woman tomorrow.

How hard it is to put away the past regrets.  How easy it is to dream of a better future.  How utterly profitable to live the moment under the rule of the Living God’s Holy Son.

Stability, the Fragrance of Love


Night or day, rain or shine, storm or tranquil afternoon; I carry within me a Spring time born of eternity.  The Love of God in Christ Jesus plays out in my heart and mind without ceasing. 

This love is like a musical waterfall of exquisite emotions, thoughts, doings and experiences.  It’s no more a religion then the beautiful explosion of love between the young man and a woman, his new found lifelong best friend.

God’s love causes me to smell the colors of the world around me.  He shows me the dance of sound in the fabric of air.  Words, all words, become living creatures as the Word of Life comes near to caress with truth.

I am useless to man.   The Living promise has finally caught me in an eternal embrace.  I tried to pay attention to the things that matter most to men, but fail miserably and often .The beautiful patience of God stoked a fire in me to make him blessed with his desire.

All of this, and vastly more, gives me reason to ponder the definition of love among men.  So very much is made of the love between a man and a woman.  Books, songs, poetry, movies, and all the trinkets produced as a celebration of joy and longevity.  All this commotion for something that cannot possibly last.  The hurricane of reality sweeps down from the mountains to devastate the joy of first love between man and wife.  Most marriages disintegrate to a bond of friendship at best.  At worst, they disintegrate to nothing.

The captivating emotions of human love produce something similar to the love of God within his beloved ones.  But people are people.  They are everything but stable.  Greed, impatience, expectations, and everything associated with self begins to ruin first love’s beauty.  Eventually death takes it all away.

But how is it that so much is made of the love of man, which is so transitory, while virtually nothing is celebrated toward the love of God?  The love of God simply becomes a place to cry out for help when everything we wanted falls apart.