The Beginning of the Last Days


Keep them all guessing. Feed the imagination with lies. See how they call it entertainment. Fantasy supersedes reality.

Keep them busy with “nothing“, whilst they ignore the truth of God.

Let them believe in aliens and watch men challenge restraints while they throw away the only truth there is.

Let them ignore the only truth there is. For they have chosen the way of death.

Let them believe in good works. Let them believe that man has the ultimate command upon himself, “save the world“. With that they pay no attention to the grace of God.

Is there a price to pay? It’s already being extracted. And there is no gain left for them to receive.

A Resolution


Resolutions to change usually die on January 2. Well this is February 6.

A resolution is not a state of mind, where by we make some empty pledge to become something. In that case, a resolution is no more than the job description of a hypocrite.

A resolution is a commitment to a higher state of mind than we could possibly own. It’s a mind of a hero. It’s the mind of someone vastly greater than we.

Remember when you decided to follow Jesus. Remember the mind you had; a determination to make change by building a foundation with the shovel he gave you. You believed his pledge to guide your every move. So can you tell yourself what happened? Do you know where you laid that shovel? Are you willing to go get it and pick it up again?

No foundation is built in a day. Every foundation is built one shovel load at a time. Resolve to retrieve the shovel. Resolve to walk back to the line he drew for you. Resolve to dig. Resolve toward calluses (on your hands and kneecaps).

Our goal is not the peak of the roof. It’s simply the next shovel load.

I don’t care what happened to you. I don’t care how old you are. I can’t care how long you will live here in this world. But we can care that he receives what is rightfully his.

Resolve to be resolved.

Choose


The process of becoming the Christian you want to be is to stop being the Christian you presently are.

Think and choose. Remember and apply. Stop simply reacting to emotion. Stop staring at circumstances.

The Spirit of Christ does not live in the flesh. He is in heaven and from heaven.

Think Eternity. Look at Him. Listen to what you see. Don’t bother to look at your failings. Since when have they delivered you any profit?

Set your mind and your soul on Christ. You will only prosper as much as you make that your life.

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.

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.

Everlasting Strength


How can I make this small?

“They go from strength to strength.”

—Psalm 84:7

They go from strength to strength. There are various renderings of these words, but all of them contain the idea of progress.

Our own good translation of the authorized version is enough for us this morning. “They go from strength to strength.” That is, they grow stronger and stronger. Usually, if we are walking, we go from strength to weakness; we start fresh and in good order for our journey, but by-and-by the road is rough, and the sun is hot, we sit down by the wayside, and then again painfully pursue our weary way. But the Christian pilgrim having obtained fresh supplies of grace, is as vigorous after years of toilsome travel and struggle as when he first set out. He may not be quite so elate and buoyant, nor perhaps quite so hot and hasty in his zeal as he once was, but he is much stronger in all that constitutes real power, and travels, if more slowly, far more surely. Some gray-haired veterans have been as firm in their grasp of truth, and as zealous in diffusing it, as they were in their younger days; but, alas, it must be confessed it is often otherwise, for the love of many waxes cold and iniquity abounds, but this is their own sin and not the fault of the promise which still holds good: “The youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall, but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, and they shall walk and not faint.” Fretful spirits sit down and trouble themselves about the future. “Alas!” say they, “we go from affliction to affliction.” Very true, O thou of little faith, but then thou goest from strength to strength also. Thou shalt never find a bundle of affliction which has not bound up in the midst of it sufficient grace. God will give the strength of ripe manhood with the burden allotted to full-grown shoulders.

(Charles Spurgeon, “Morning and Evening”)