A Bowl of Milk


I am in New Jersey. The godlessness here is astounding.

Yesterday I saw a truck hauling a gold casket. Rebellion against God to the very last. But righteousness will wake him up to present himself as he is sealed. A Sobering thought.

America is like a bowl. The eastern cities, full of the will of man. LA and Seattle, the other side of the rim. Chicago and Detroit, Dallas, Atlanta, Miami, and so on. But in between is what is called the Bible belt.

Yes. America is like a bowl of milk. Some of its contents has splashed along the rim. But the nutrition is mostly settled in the middle.

Do You Worship Chaos?


Thought process:  Warning, the following may be tough on your brain.  

Sitting all night in Chicago. Yeah in Chicago. The O’Hare oasis as a matter fact. The Lord brought me to a parking spot just before rush-hour. Unless you’ve tried to do that with a 53ft trailer, you have no idea what a miracle it is. Thank you Lord Jesus.  


Why would anyone seriously choose to live here. I break it down to the elemental things, it has to do with distractions. They prefer a busily entertained life to following cows around in the pasture.  

Warning leap of thought:

God is not a distraction.  


(That would be the reason why most of the billboards around Chicago have to do with sex, luxury, gambling or alcohol. Oh yeah, there is the occasional “make you feel guilty” billboard. Hospitals, oh yeah, hospitals are a Big thing. And I can’t leave out the governmental mandates to be happy. Apparently God’s not allowed to be the God of Chicago. It beats me to death to figure out how a city, that has to be so well organized, can worship chaos.)


He himself, in Jesus, is life. Religions are distractions. But Jesus is the center of every religion.  (just leaping from one rock of thought to another.  Following me this morning takes a little bit of agility.)


This is not to say that every religion recognizes or worships the living God’s holy son. But Jesus provides life. Man’s interpretation of Christ’s sustaining is called religion.  


A thought I had earlier:


You can tell someone that Jesus is the son of the living God. They might nod, meaning they understand. But learn to spend quality and dedicated time in prayer with him and the meaing changes exponentially.  He is no longer just an invisible figurehead, he becomes the source of your very life. Gladly our personal religion gets tossed out the window. In its place comes a living faith.  


(here’s a bit of a rub for you: The living faith I’m talking about is not based on opinion. It is based on the words of the Bible and constantly compared to those holy words. If it weren’t, it would be no different than any other religion; filled with opinions of Man.)


There are fanatics of every distraction, from religions about God to football 🏈 🙃, and every conceivable aspect of life in between. But the true fanatics of Jesus know what I’m talking about. Once he touches your soul personally, you never forget it. You don’t have to memorize a personal religion anymore. You’ve arrived at the place that surpasses them all.  


Sorry if this is disjointed. I didn’t intend to write a 300 page book. But to explain all this would surely take at least 300 pages. The mind can put things together in a much smaller space.  


Happy assembling.  

Awake! They Also Rise.


“Early in the morning, while it was still dark, he [Jesus] rose up and went out, and departed into a deserted place, and prayed there.”

I rise at the call of the Spirit, “Enough sleep.  Rise and seek the God of your soul.  Search your heart before Him and ask the things which are life.  For the day is approaching, and the wicked stir in their beds.”

Soon, while the prayer ensues, the lights of houses from New York City to Los Angeles will shine.  The world around me begins to wake.  The wicked of the night stumble to their beds to sleep the sleep of thieves.  While the wicked of the day stumble to the bathroom to begin their assault on each other for the sake of “gain”. 

This was so in the very day when Jesus rose before sunrise to seek His Holy Father.  Frankly, it should be more so for those who love Him today.  I will say no more.

By His Grace.

Attack!


German Shephrd with Muzzle

Image via Wikipedia

We put a muzzle on a dog because we don’t want it to bite anyone.  But no one muzzles an attack dog while that dog is suppose to protect his property.  The dog is loosed within the confines of the owner’s property able to do all it can to defend its charge.

The world is busy fitting a muzzle on the message of God.  They’ve been trying to construct the thing out of materials and resources which present themselves to man’s hand and imagination.  And, this trying has been going on since the fall of Adam.  They have not succeeded.  This is to their shame; a personal disgrace which man alone is responsible.   Frankly, you should feel horrible when you look in the mirror and consider that you are no closer to crushing God’s people than you were 6,000 years ago.  Tisk Tisk (shaking my finger with a scowl)!  Shame on you.  Look how you let yourself down!  Look how futile your arms are to accomplish the desires of your brothers!  Sloth!

Their failure is due to one simple fact.  The Gospel is not within reach of the hand or imagination of man.  This is why, when after doing damage to God’s people in one place, it crops up in another.  The “Dog” of God is still on the loose.  And the world is confined in a place reserved for attack.  God protects what is His own.  And no man will ever touch it, that he should it damage. 

One more item of consideration.  For now the attack of God is muzzled.  But there is a day coming in which the muzzle comes off.  Something to ponder.

By His Grace.