The Truth


Christ is God. There is no other optional religion. There is one way to eternity. There are not multiple paths to eternal life.

Billions will take offense with that. Well isn’t that why Christ was crucified? There is one God. And by the sovereign God‘s command he has placed himself utterly in Christ Jesus. He will never change his mind, for Christ is unalterably worthy.

Atheist, agnostic, those to adhere who some other form of religion, those who adhere to no religion at all, fence riding Christian, humble yourself and ask. Do not ask once and then walk away dejected. Ask continually.

“I have heard I am nothing without you. I have come to see that what they say is true. If I have one unrighteous act or thought then I am an unrighteous person. But I hear you are righteous. I hear you are compassionate. I hear you can make me whole. Please forgive my sins, giving me a life that is worth living. And teach me to trust that you will never for sake me.”

Become a seeker of God’s Holy Son. You have one life to live. Shouldn’t it be spent searching for what is unalterably true?

The Truth


Christ is God. There is no other optional religion. There is one way to eternity. There are not multiple paths to eternal life.

Billions will take offense with that. Well isn’t that why Christ was crucified? There is one God. And by the sovereign God‘s command he has placed himself utterly in Christ Jesus. He will never change his mind, for Christ is unalterably worthy.

Atheist, agnostic, those who adhere to some other form of religion, those who adhere to no religion at all, fence riding Christian, humble yourself and ask. Do not ask once and then walk away dejected. Ask continually.

“I have heard I am nothing without you. I have come to see that what they say is true. If I have one unrighteous act or thought then I am an unrighteous person. But I hear you are righteous. I hear you are compassionate. I hear you can make me whole. Please forgive my sins, giving me a life that is worth living. And teach me to trust that you will never for sake me.”

Become a seeker of God’s Holy Son. You have one life to live. Shouldn’t it be spent searching for what is unalterably true?

Dear Active Atheist


Dear Mr and Mrs Atheist:

I have been told that you cannot believe there is a God.  The word “cannot” is not possibly true.  For when it comes to what people want, they seem to find a lot of “can”.

But let’s put initiative behind us, shall we?

I understand that the thrust of active atheism, is to rid the earth of the foolishness of believing there is a God.  Let’s all agree there’s a whole lot of believin going on right now.  So you have a whole lot of work to do in a very short time.

But I write this to take a look at the uselessness of active atheism. 

If an atheist lives to be 90, he may infect a few with what he calls common sense or reality.  But those few he infects may or may not become common cohorts in the man’s cause.  In fact, according to statistics of human behavior, anyone who joins a group is very unlikely to strive toward leadership or active involvement.  By whatever means, they were compelled simply to join.

Let’s assume he converts three or four in his life.  What has he really accomplished?  More than likely the enthusiasm of his converts will fade away.  They will likely go get jobs and raise a family.  I would bet they won’t even remember the man’s name who converted them.  So what has the active atheist accomplished?

Well maybe he tore down the faith of a few religious people.  But its not possible for him to make much of a dent in the religions of the world.  So what has he really accomplished?

Perhaps he’s made a name for himself in the annals of exemplary atheists.  We both know there is no Hall of Fame sporting such a sign out front.

He can say he did it for the good of humanity.  But I’ve already established he’s done virtually nothing.  But in his mind, he is important.

Does anyone know the name of the man who lived 1.2 miles west of Podunk Egypt during the reign of King Ramses the second?  You might know the road I’m talking about; the road that Pestle Smitak lived on.

Perhaps that’s too distant a time.

Does anyone know the name of the family who lived six houses down from Charles Schwab in 1987?  What is the name of the examiner who tested you when you got your driver’s license?  Do you really think you will gain popularity when you are dead?

My aim here is not to insult you.  I’m not trying to make fun of you.  I’m only trying to plant a seed of doubt in your foolish mind.  Just like a seed that falls between the cracks in the sidewalk: no one saw it fall and no one remembers it until the grass sprouts up.  What I’m busily doing to you, active atheist, is the very same thing you do to people who have hope in their faith.

The visible difference here is that I offer you eternal life in Christ Jesus.  The only thing you have to offer is a hopeless useless existence and then,  “Poof“!  You die and fade away.  Christ is very willing to extend eternal life and notoriety to you right now!

By His Grace

Righteousness Silenced


There is a roar in those nations referred to as “advanced”.

A quaking of souls, massed together in humiliation,

Each one buzzes with desire.

Together a thunderous volume of hatred roars.

Against the Holy One they mummer.

For the love of sin they whisper their joy;

Now shouting with their unholy practice.

Do they think the din of unholy noise will not reach Heaven?

Adoring the parade of wicked desire.

Propriety is forced to hide;

That brilliant, lovely, gentle dressing of soul.

“Get away from us!  You have nothing to offer anymore.”

So they turn to perfumes to hide the stench.

They turn to guilded eyes to hide the darkness within.

Rich clothing, consuming of wages gained,

Adorning rotting bodies.

“Propriety is dead!  ‘Proper living’ is useless.

We will celebrate gain!  This we will elevate to holy worship.”

Chaos fills the desire of man.

Unholy things fill his unholy temples.

While the body rises to the strength of proud legs,

His soul slithers on the ground.

As the sharpened blade glints in the sunlight,

So his practices, unholy, glint in the Majesty of God.

As the blade sinks deep to cut off life,

So the practices of unholy men rest on their breast bone.

A tiny shove and life is over.

Let surprise show on their faces.

Let the Holy Lord of Life press truth against the handle.

Let temptation, enticing, lies, and desire,

Be pressed away from Him.

Salvation is offered.

But the One who offers is relegated,

To the shadows of a darkened alley.

Who will dare approach?

Who will brave death to embrace Life?

The Holy One’s promises are eternally true.

One is for death.

The other is for Life.

Rise from your drunken stupor!

You die the Death unrestrained.

How will you stand on that Horrible day for sinners?

What strength will your legs of flesh find,

When He rises to judge?

So be it!

Let your soul slither on the ground!

It is in proper posture already.

For every knee will bow,

Every tongue will confess,

That Jesus, the Christ of God, is King,

Lord,

Master,

Glory,

Honor,

Righteousness,

Faithfulness,

And Truth.

Amen, Amen, Amen!