Satan Smiles


(I apologize for giving a S in the title. Literary law requires it, or I would not have done it.)

It is said that the Liberals are aghast at the declaration of Mrs. Trump, that she is a practicing Catholic.  


(This small article assumes that the report is accurate. Given the flavor of the day, I tend to think it is.)


I’m not gonna bother to go into a justifiable rant regarding their hypocrisy. Let me simply say this:


If you will come unglued at an honest declaration of religion from your First Lady, what will you do when the Holy Father unveils His Righteous and Holy Son on the day of your judgment. “There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”


Not only do they make no preparation for the inevitable, they deny it’s very existence and venomously despise any reference to it. Worshipping inclusion, they despise a singular truth.  


This sounds to me exactly like I expect the demons to respond; adoring the darkness, they despise even a sliver of light among them. (and that’s all her decoration is folks, just a sliver of light in this vast coal dark world.)   Who then is driving their worship of “tolerance”?


The advice of God to such people is to drop your pride and humble yourself before Him that HE can give you eyes to see and ears to hear. For now, you are so engrossed in trivial nothingness that you cannot see the approaching devastation of your soul. You elevate nothing as if it is something. But “SOMETHING” is surely approaching.  When the Father speaks “the end”, the something will appear with nowhere to hide.  


And I am amazed at how rare these words are in such a perverse society is this. Even the conservative pundits respond with trivial nothingness. They simply respond to a slap in the face by slapping the face of the attacker. Tell me, what is accomplished? (satan smiles)


This event is so foolish that even a fool like me can see it clearly. On the clock of eternity, what time is it?


By His Grace.  

“Ya Da!”


Today’s media is on a reporting frenzy. Every time there is a good deed done, they make a magnificent banner and announce it to the whole world. The people say they are inspired. And more good deeds are sought. Now a celebrity circus comes to town. Who will be next to be bathed in the spotlight of “Good”?

Take a note of this: did anyone hear a trumpet blast from heaven as the leaves sprouted on the trees of winter? On the birth of every child, does anyone hear angels sing a magnificent chorus from heaven? Is any good deed from God heralded like a man heralds his own good deeds?


Yet God alone is purely good, continuous, eternally, majestically. Does anyone see a difference here? Or is it just me?


When we are done doing what good we do, let everyman say, “I have only done what I should”. If you will be like Jesus, reject accolades.

1“Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.


2“So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 3But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”

The Currency of Man’s Traditions


Will you enter into heaven by virtue of your own religion?  Will you set your own standard of righteousness and accomplish it, saying to the Holy guard of heaven, “I am a righteous man let me enter”?

Have you been to heaven?  Have you seen the surpassing glory of the creatures there?   Have you understood the nature of their holiness?  Have you understood the Holy commands they have received?

Will you now, you who are so feeble of mind, hold to the traditions of your own?  Or will you seek the unmovable, Holy and pure traditions of eternity?

You cannot spend the currency of Man’s traditions in the store house of God.  In that place, by your own strength, you can be no more than a beggar.  

The Bride


The new bride came home to her new home!

She said a quick “Thank you and I love you” to her new husband. Then she went about adoring the walls and furniture, ceiling and floor.  


Not a problem you say. That was the last time she paid serious attention to her husband.  


She would cook for him is if it were a duty. And all the other chores of a wife she carried out without fail. She would let her lips brush his four head, as if that were a substantial sign of love.  


Her heart was so detached from him he might well have not been her husband at all.  


But do not judge her for infidelity. There was no other man in her life. The problem is, there was no man in her life at all. Still he was faithful to keep her as his wife.  


Does this draw a picture of your relationship with your husband Christ Jesus?

Less Trav. . .


There are two paths in life. One is narrow, and requires The stealth of heaven to navigate. Very few walk there on, for godly agility eludes them.  

But consider the other path. It is broad enough that a man may carry the immense lies of the imagination. Those who take this path have numerous gods of their own. Confusion is their king and worthless folly their riches.  


The light yoke of the Living God’s Holy Son is too little for them; to wear his will, his mercy, his love and his grace, is to walk about naked in their estimation. As is written, “the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing”. They would rather be clothed with palpable trivia than truth.  


Beyond question every path has a destination. The way we take determines the house we will enter. It is written by the law of God that this will be so. His law is immutable. And it is blazing the apparent in the nature of things around us, as God has created it to be.  


Due to the pride of man and the free will commanded by the gospel of Christ, I can do no more than write these words. It is no feather in my cap if some listen. It is no joy of mine if most don’t.