Our Violent Preoccupation


No man is capable of doing the things we say are expected of him, anymore than we ourselves can produce a crop of pure righteousness.

Why then do you ridicule your brother? Why do you say he is worthless? Isn’t it because you yourself can’t have what you want? Isn’t it because, in your own wicked eye, you perceive that he has taken something from you?

Have you been to truth? Have you been to the truth that devastates every man? Have you tasted your own condemnation? How many things have you denied your fellow man? How many things have you robbed from others simply because you exist?!

I propose your mouth would slam shut at the revealing of your own sin! That day is most assuredly coming.

The truth of Christ calls out in the streets, in your home, and in your own soul. Yet who will listen voluntarily? Who will listen until he rocks back-and-forth, recognizing his own helplessness?

Do not say you love God while you bash your brother’s soul against the rocks!

I write this as one of you. If Our God had not convicted me of my sins and taught me what is true, like you I would have nothing to say. But because I have seen what is true, (and am devastated) I am compelled to join Him in crying out in the streets. I am nothing, Christ is ALL.

Go to God in prayer. Confess your own failings. If you think you have none, ask him to show you. He is happy to reveal as much as you can stand.

I guarantee, any man to whom his sin is shown will drive his own face to the dust with remorse. His boasting, his hatred for his brothers, his sense of self righteousness, and his expectations of perfection from others will diminish radically.

Stop your ridiculous onslaught against your brother, humble yourself before God, and receive the truth.

If not today, when? Our days are numbered. The sum of them will come. Who do you want to be? Stop being preoccupied with your brother’s failings. Take a long hard look at your own.

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Facebook memories


I wrote this this morning for Facebook. It didn’t seem right not to share it here.

Facebook shares memories of time past. So this morning I’m going to use that.

Assuming that I will still be here in a couple of years, perhaps five, I’m going to write what I see this morning.

The coming day of judgment:

It is an open and desolate place for those without Christ. It is a place of compulsory gathering. It is an utterly darkened and foreboding place; as if in comparison to our experience here, it is like the darkest of nights with the thickest a fog about us. A place unfamiliar, a place of no resources to defend ourselves, a place of living threat, and a place of endless fear.

All the while, the sounds of thundering, hungry, and intense ministers of God wait to do his will. The total silence of the place allows the ear to hear every movement of those holy servants of God.

If ever man has feared, he will be in extreme agony there while he awaits his own personal and eternal words of judgment to be spoken against him. And in that place, there are billions of souls who wait.

Millions and millions are the servants of the Lord. Let your mind paint as vicious a creature as you can. They will purify the house of God, eternity will not make room for God’s enemies. God is Life, in him there is no room for impurities or death.

With the speed of light and the strength of freed lightning they will snatch away and devour as God pronounces each judgment. Without regard for each judged soul, they will immediately put him in his proper place.

Naked and helpless, there is no place there to hide.

Now I speak of these things on a day called “today”, and here I have opportunity to reflect. This is the day of salvation. In this abundant place, I am allowed to consider all these things and respond with an appropriate fear of God.

“Today” is the day to make peace with the Living God through Christ Jesus, His Holy, Honorable, and faithful Witness. “Today” brings the opportunity for forgiveness of your sins and cleansing through a repentant heart. No one who stands in the field of judgment is there by mistake.

I have not had a vision from God about this. I got this from reading the book of Joel, as anyone else who can read can read for themselves. As a person reads the book of Joel his imagination set on fire.

But the day of the Lord will be vastly more than the man’s imagination can paint. It is absolutely sure to come. And it will be absolutely stark and personal.

Today is the day of salvation!

May the man I will be, when this post is brought up in Facebook as a memory, be in vastly better prepared to receive the things of Christ.

Needless to say, I’m going to go to prayer now.

Television 


Appropriate social conditioning:

By order of he who rules the air:  

“You will adore everything that belongs to the nature of destruction.  You will sing songs about lewdness.  You will wonder about God but never seek the answers.  (if you happen to fall on a reasonable answer turn it in for examination and go your way)  Let it be enough that you adore religion.  

You will listen to the father of lies, never questioning why.  For he is the only truth you will know.  Death, oblivion, uselessness, jokes about what is Holy, and violence, these will be the trappings of your religion.  Enjoy your life, until we are unified in the place that is marked out for us.  

WATCH TELEVISION!”


Society, constructed by a simple instrument; preformed for a single purpose; wrapped around the souls of the masses.  Debase humanity.   Elevate depravity.

    And how the world marvels at the work of its own hands.  Oh, how they adore the classroom.  

The world will love its own. 

 Amazingly, how many see such things and don’t even question why. 

 How are these things any different than the Roman Colosseum?  

How are they different than the Assyrian parade of captives, led through the streets with rings in their noses attached to one another by a string?  Lives, destroyed and sold for the price of a flea.  The hope of family shattered with every painful step.  How the people cheered and applauded the “victor”.

So: the slaves – paid well and even honored to be educated hypocrites.  

What shall be said about the populace?  The taste of blood on their lips, they teach their children the same.  All the while they praise themselves for retaining innocence in the babes (retaining with a series of fables and lies).  Waiting with bated breath for maturity, so that they can enjoy depravity together as a family.  

Filthy, filthy, filthy souls!

 What day is it, that we do not even need to be in attendance at the Colosseum to witness blood? 

 The public is despicably entertained by the suffering of others. ­čśó  

But, “The People of The Christ”?

Belong Together?


If the substance of God was only the opinions of man, perhaps even the sum of them, 

. . . The world would be exactly as we find it.  


Every man pursuing the best of his own mind;

Mindless of the minds around him.  


Violence: 

from murder to war 

from jealousy to revenge

from specialized inclusion to utter distain

from dutiful servitude to despicable rebellion.  


Yes.  


If the substance of God was only the opinions of man, wouldn’t we see exactly what we do?


Scatter the people so that they cannot construct together. Destroy solidarity.  


The nature of what we worship matters intensely. 

Define Christianity.  

Billboard Hysteria


Two women were complaining about all the Bible billboards down south. One said she was tired of being inundated about sin, Jesus, and condemnation. She made some remark to excuse herself for being callous to the words. Something like, “I know the gospel is important, I’m just tired of it being in my face all the time”.   Surprisingly, her friend agreed.  

Are you tired of hearing about God? You might want to get used to it. He owns eternity, you know. And the conversation about his glorious Son Jesus is never ending. Such people as those women are not likely to have a good time.

Broken, Not Destroyed


I don’t know what value this is. Maybe it’s only valuable to me; to let my heart speak the words.  

What is Christ to me? He is a painful love. Yet, it’s not that he is painful but that I am from destruction.  


I see his love. I feel his love. I strive, with everything I have, to do his love. Yet the culture of the place where I am from often interferes with peace.  


The pain is not because of his love. Pain does not come from there. It comes from the store house of memories; wrapped around every thought like a leaching vine on a dying tree.  


I remember I did this to someone. I remember I failed to recognize someone else’s pain. Missed moments. Murderous moments. Distracted by selfishness. Wasted times, Times spent trying to survive, encased in a body full of greed.  


Sigh. So it is. But I would rather live this horror, with his love as my target, than to spend another moment living that useless life I have come to regret so deeply.  


Let this be an apology where no words can repair. Let this stand as a testimony to true Christianity.  


The Spirit of God calls, provokes, leads, and encourages toward what is holy. The unholy part of me must succumb. And I am gratefully thankful to my God that his promise is to destroy the destroyer. He is the rock upon which we are broken. Yet woe to those upon whom it falls, for they shall be utterly ground to powder.  


Be glorified Holy Father, for the work of Your own hands in the souls You have chosen to love.