What Hour Has Come?

The bugs and worms celebrate as the crop of Man fails.  No longer is there a mass trampling of the field of faith.  Food is promised plentiful, as the creatures of the ground applaud.

There is a vast drought of will across the land.  Who fills his bucket with living water to carry out his duty?  Who provides bounty for the Lord?  Where is faith?

Man has forsaken his duty to farm his soul for God.  He uses what water is left for the beautification of his body and the disposal of his waste. 

Where is the sacrifice of labor?  Where is the earnest heart in prayer?  With all the accomplishments of man, the garden of God goes unattended.

A great proliferation of imaginary religions prospers across the world.  There is celebration among the demons, for so many lend their bodies to their use. 

Understanding wanes near death.  Attention to the Holy Word is nearly obsolete.  Willingness to listen is replaced by a love of deafness.  The transformation of man is almost complete.

666, perfectly man without God.

The spiral to hell is in full swing.  The plummet is now irreversible.  As if in slow motion, the mouth of hell opens wide.  Insatiable, the appetite of destruction welcomes a great banquet.

How long oh Lord?  How much longer will you tarry?  How much more patience does your Holy will require?  How long before what restrains is taken out of the way?  How long before the point of no return is passed, irreparably?

When the Son of man returns will he find “The Faith” on this earth?

By His Grace

Quench or Stoke

The fireman does not offer the fire the things it loves.  Gasoline, kerosene, synthetics ,wood and cloth are kept away from the battlefield.  But water, or a smothering foam annihilate his enemy.  The greed of destruction is brought to nothing.

There is a raging fire of expectation among the world.  How desperately they want to see God’s people fail.  Look what glee they display as they devour even their own.  Salivating to destroy, they welcome the rumor of failing.

They do not seek out faltering.  They are looking for raging sins.  The Christian’s refusal to obey is like gasoline to a fire.  Even the liberties God has allowed us, are flammable in the eyes of the world.

What are we teaching?  What are we doing?  Do we wear a sash of compromise on the clothing God has given us?  Do we often forget what is holy?  Do we forget who we used to be?  Do we forget our calling?

Does our testimony fuel the fires of hell?  Or does it quench, and restrain by living water?  Do we smother the world’s ambition by a display of holy behavior?

By His Grace

Waiting

God IS.

Everything that He desires to give to man, IS.

Sorrow “IS” from “waiting”.

Everything that we fail to desire, from the things He is willing to give, remains “waiting”.

And so, the Holy Will of God among men, remains “waiting”.

Who is “waiting” to receive?

Who is busy “waiting”?

The former are a well spring of “Pure rain”.

The latter stop the “Pure rain” from reaching the crop.

His desire withers in the field.

All the while, the withered consider their condition “life”.

Who will fill their container with Living Water that they might water God’s crop?

 

 

The rocks

I sit by a mountain stream.  Listen to its voice.  Clear as glass, shimmering like liquid diamonds, the water is entrancing.

Where it is from I cannot tell.  Where it goes is a mystery.  But the water will not leave its banks; by sovereign command it flows deeply entrenched.

The rocks within are not like the rocks on dry land.  The land exposes their nakedness.  But the rocks in the stream are coated with a silver cloak.  What is exposed is useful to man.  What lies beneath is useful to the creatures who inhabit that place.

Behold how the Lord has left us a story.  His people are set apart.  They are willing captives to the water of truth.
Once they are in “The Way”, they are immediately set upon by a singular musical sound.  The voice of God encompasses them.  A soothing and promised embrace is theirs forever.

If the land will not hold them and gives them up to the stream, the water of life will smooth their rough edges.  The water will not toss to them back to where they came.  And they will become dressed in silvery tranquil robe.

By His Grace