Confused?


Many religions? Yes. Many cultures, customs, languages, and rituals? Yes. But to love the people more than Christ will never please God. He has set His rule by the blood of His Holy, Righteous and Glorious Son. He is established forever in Heaven. His people establish His Majesty here as well.

What is honored by the world must find a certain distain in the souls bought by the Holy Blood of Christ.

“I myself am the LORD, and there is no other Savior. I am the one who spoke to you, saved you, and told you those things.”

— Isaiah 43:11-12 ERV

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Belonging


I can say no better than did Charles Spurgeon:

Morning, October 19 Go To Evening Reading

“Babes in Christ.”

—1 Corinthians 3:1

Are you mourning, believer, because you are so weak in the divine life: because your faith is so little, your love so feeble? Cheer up, for you have cause for gratitude. Remember that in some things you are equal to the greatest and most full-grown Christian. You are as much bought with blood as he is. You are as much an adopted child of God as any other believer. An infant is as truly a child of its parents as is the full-grown man. You are as completely justified, for your justification is not a thing of degrees: your little faith has made you clean every whit. You have as much right to the precious things of the covenant as the most advanced believers, for your right to covenant mercies lies not in your growth, but in the covenant itself; and your faith in Jesus is not the measure, but the token of your inheritance in him. You are as rich as the richest, if not in enjoyment, yet in real possession. The smallest star that gleams is set in heaven; the faintest ray of light has affinity with the great orb of day. In the family register of glory the small and the great are written with the same pen. You are as dear to your Father’s heart as the greatest in the family. Jesus is very tender over you. You are like the smoking flax; a rougher spirit would say, “put out that smoking flax, it fills the room with an offensive odour!” but the smoking flax he will not quench. You are like a bruised reed; and any less tender hand than that of the Chief Musician would tread upon you or throw you away, but he will never break the bruised reed. Instead of being downcast by reason of what you are, you should triumph in Christ. Am I but little in Israel? Yet in Christ I am made to sit in heavenly places. Am I poor in faith? Still in Jesus I am heir of all things. Though “less than nothing I can boast, and vanity confess.” yet, if the root of the matter be in me I will rejoice in the Lord, and glory in the God of my salvation.

Think


Hellfire and brimstone, words we hate to hear. So we search out the softer thoughts. As if our searching nullifies God’s words.

Truth and purity, two more ideas we really can’t get used to. So we search out some kind of compromise. As if, in our searching, we change the nature of life.

Do you know what the topic will be in the valley of judgment? Hellfire, brimstone, truth, and purity.

I know we don’t want to listen to this. Do you think somehow our desire for compromise will disappear when we stand before the face of the living God?

Compromise only creates more forks in a meandering road that goes nowhere in particular. The only thing compromise has in common with the narrow road Jesus spoke of, is that it is a road. Let’s have enough common sense to ask, “where does this lead”.

Destroyed From Within


Sitting here this morning thinking of the things in America. I am amazed. That the voices of divisive ignorance are so loud. I am astounded. That there are so many who agree with this divisiveness. They say yes to the “spinners”. The leaders do not fear death, they fear the volume of stupidity.

Still, the destroyer is not satisfied. For America still has soundness in her bones.

It is like the garden that was planted is being overrun with fools whose hands are full of seeds from weeds. What they are planting is not edible and it surely chokes out the food.

I just shake my head in dismay. The streets are becoming populated with screaming insanity. The homes are divided before the child is born. Righteous wisdom is refused.

What then is to be the outcome?

Finality


Every stitch. Every form of embroidering. Every shape that ever was. Knitting beyond your wildest dreams.

A net is made; of finest silk, strongest metal, threads of burning sulfur. Woven together with every shape, every texture, and every possible mixture of elements. Produced with purpose, to capture all that is.

Faithful servants take their place, singular in purpose, perfectly prepared in faithfulness, with endless strength to the task. With piercing eyes of readiness, they look and wait for His command.

“Through space and time,

From galaxies to dust,

Sweep your net!

Gather My souls.

Not a single one left behind.”

From edge to edge.

From beyond to the near.

Sifting out all

That they hold dear.

Bring them to the place prepared.

The living and the dead.

Darkness is no more.

To the “Valley of Decision they bore.

Some to live,

But most to die.

From the “Place of Testing,

He will purify!

What was, what is, what ever will be.

The Son will rise

To His rightful place.

Erasing His enemy,

Establishing Peace.

Prepare! Prepare! Prepare!

O’ Man, be aware.

The Net is about to sweep!

Our Violent Preoccupation


No man is capable of doing the things we say are expected of him, anymore than we ourselves can produce a crop of pure righteousness.

Why then do you ridicule your brother? Why do you say he is worthless? Isn’t it because you yourself can’t have what you want? Isn’t it because, in your own wicked eye, you perceive that he has taken something from you?

Have you been to truth? Have you been to the truth that devastates every man? Have you tasted your own condemnation? How many things have you denied your fellow man? How many things have you robbed from others simply because you exist?!

I propose your mouth would slam shut at the revealing of your own sin! That day is most assuredly coming.

The truth of Christ calls out in the streets, in your home, and in your own soul. Yet who will listen voluntarily? Who will listen until he rocks back-and-forth, recognizing his own helplessness?

Do not say you love God while you bash your brother’s soul against the rocks!

I write this as one of you. If Our God had not convicted me of my sins and taught me what is true, like you I would have nothing to say. But because I have seen what is true, (and am devastated) I am compelled to join Him in crying out in the streets. I am nothing, Christ is ALL.

Go to God in prayer. Confess your own failings. If you think you have none, ask him to show you. He is happy to reveal as much as you can stand.

I guarantee, any man to whom his sin is shown will drive his own face to the dust with remorse. His boasting, his hatred for his brothers, his sense of self righteousness, and his expectations of perfection from others will diminish radically.

Stop your ridiculous onslaught against your brother, humble yourself before God, and receive the truth.

If not today, when? Our days are numbered. The sum of them will come. Who do you want to be? Stop being preoccupied with your brother’s failings. Take a long hard look at your own.