The Missing Clue


There are so many who go through life without the slightest idea of why they’re here. Their best clue is to adopt some sort of higher ritual. At the height of their glory they are no more godly than a mockingbird is human.

The only reason for being here, living this life until death, is to serve the living God by allowing his holy son to become your sacrifice and master.

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Armchair Humans


The world is in trouble. Everything that can be wrong is wrong. Why bother to itemize the list.

Everyone is a critic. Everyone seems to know what everyone else should do. And, by golly, they’re not afraid to speak.

What’s missing in all this wicked chaos? Why, the ANSWER is conspicuously missing.

Christ is the ANSWER. And those who know that ought to fill their mouths with repair.

Would you be brave?

Would you be useful?

Then love your fellow man by risking alienation.

Speak of Christ.

Is it time to put your hand down?

Is it time to pull in your index finger?

Is it time to deliver hope instead of accusation or worthless correction?

Armchair priests, judges and executioners. Compassionless, gutless, useless, and fragile people who think they are something simply because they had a thought.

Is it possible that keeping the words of Christ from our brothers of flesh is simply a violent retaliation dressed in the fear and embarrassment that is sure to come? “Let them all burn in hell! I’m intent on saving my own skin.”

Does the body of Christ look down on those who willingly speak the word of God for the sake of His honor and The Hope of their brothers of flesh?

I’ve only asked the questions. The answers are in your heart.

Zeal


Zeal…

From it comes willingness to learn. Complacent curiosity cannot produce one spark such as that raging fire of zeal.

Zeal sets the brand. It causes an indelible mark on the soul. A wisp of smoke rises up, and the man will never be the same.

Complacency can cause religion; the result of a casual stroll through truth. But zeal is a consuming fire. Mindless of himself, the man with zeal exudes true religion. Helplessly in love with the God who made him, he cares nothing for what men think.

Let us look around in our things. If we have misplaced zeal let us be frantically zealous to search for it and find it again. Isn’t the honor of Christ within us worthy of all we have?

The reward? The reward is the blazing presence of Christ.

Value


Value. Such an underestimated foe. Such an underestimated friend.

Value is perceived from where we are. But memory and hope are unique perspectives of their own. They are shadows and sunshine to an otherwise grey and obscure life.

If we are only people of the present then we are pitiful indeed. And if as a “present” people, we are locked in the things that were, we are more than pitiful. Then we live as if we are mortally struck with horror that tomorrow will be like all the rest of our days have been. Thus many live their lives void of any hope.

But time is not complete without what will be. What will you be is the driving source of life. It is hope. We cannot be complete without hope. The greater the hope the more vibrant the life.

Without Christ we can only hope that we will somehow survive each day. But with his promise we are infinitely more and set free to live.

In a variety of ways God has said this, “In my son, what I have been is yours, what I am is yours, what will yet be is yours”.

The enemy wants to lock you in hopelessness. He tears at your mind, heart, body and soul by distracting you with futility. “Lock them in uselessness, lest they look up and be released.”

Look up. Fix your whole being on the promises of God. Let yourself be consumed with Christ Jesus. Be released.

Tear Your Hearts


Listening with all our might, we can hear it. The key is “All”.

“O blessed Spirit, let us hear the death-cries of Jesus, and our hearts shall be rent even as men rend their vestures in the day of lamentation.” (Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening)

“At All Costs! Avoid God”


The wicked creatures crawl around in the darkness. They are not searching for release from their agony. There is none to attain. Resigned to what they do, they have no regard for what is Good.

The objects in their path are familiar enough to avoid. They move from one to another like monkeys playing in a cage. Caged in a place that has been theirs for thousands of years.

They seek only one thing, implant their perverted pleasure into the minds of Man. The essence of their work is simple, “Teach the Man to avoid God”.

Are they adept at what they do? Take a good look around.