The Intangible Key


This is what I am learning from God.  

No religion of man will produce the key to the front door of God’s house. At best it can only bring us to within sight of His Holy Mountain (perhaps even a rise in the ground at the foothills). This is also true of altered Christianity.  


We should not be deceived by our own mind; NOTHING inhabits the things of God’s land but the things of God. Utter truth and perfect sobriety are the consuming joy of Christ’s kingdom.  


Anything other than Christ is nothing more than a passing dot of a shadow in a darkened place. Life is Life. Everything else is death.  


Even those who make a religion out of telling others about these things will find their religion has an end. Evangelism and prophecy will not save us. It can only lead others to such as this post. For the day will come when no one will say to his neighbor “Know ye the Lord”. All things will be revealed to all God’s creatures.


Let’s stop drinking our own fermented opinions. May we sober up.  


Learn with me. On what are you placing all your hope? Have you examined your religion; those things you are doing because you think they please God?

Proper Respect 


“Respect your elders.”So we are told.  


“But they’re not right;

Wisdom comes not from ‘old’.”


“Well, didn’t God make them

Fore He made you,


And isn’t His Wisdom 

Greater than ‘new’?”

Being a Christian


This morning I see this:Darkness on the earth is witness to a hushed murmur of violence. The night is a cloak for the thieves.  


They steal what they will; property, life and peace.  


But this I perceived:

The world spins around causing the Sun to rise. And the noise of wickedness is no longer a murmur.  


Now it is a deafening roar of greedy desire and wicked intent.  


Their eyes open shooting fiery knives of blame. Dreams and nightmares give way to the reality of judgmental hearts.  


The peace of the wee hours of the morning.  


The time of prayer, time of reflection. The time to receive life from He who is Life. Clarity comes from Him. And in the clarity I can perceive as if indeed from some vast distance. The place where the splatter of blood cannot reach.  


The night will come again. The thieves will sleep, the thieves will tiptoe about. But He who lives forever is Peace.  


By the command of the Living God, His name is Jesus! Quiet your soul and trust Him. Listen intently for what cannot be heard. Search for what IS. His desire is for you. Doesn’t the blood beneath the cross prove His intent?


He is not a thief, unlike we who pray. He comes to grant life, wisdom, forgiveness, peace, joy, faithfulness, and doesn’t the list become endless? Those who learn to receive become like He. The spinning of the earth becomes far less fearsome.  


This, is to be a Christian.  

Expected Usefulness


My left foot works just fine.  

When I want to open the door, mindlessly, I command my hand to turn the knob and the door opens.


If I want to see where I’m going, all I have to do is raise my eyelids.  


Like almost everyone else, I don’t see the miracle of this very often. My body is slave to my mind. There’s no need for pageantry regarding the foot, hand or eyelids.  But let any of these be injured so that they don’t work as they should, you’ll find me quite concerned for the welfare of my body.  


The apostle John said “The true light, coming into the world, that gives light to every man”.


The light. Have we become complacent about righteousness?  Have we begun to treat it like our body?  We take for granted that we know what is right to do.   Where did we get that knowledge?


Complacency quickly evaporates when we realize we have done something stupid and violently broke the laws of God.  


When is it the proper time to fall on our knees and give thanks that God himself has placed righteousness in our minds and hearts?  Without the Lord Jesus we would immediately fall into disrepair (No matter whether you believe in him or not.).

“I Believe”, by Brooks & Dunn


​I was happily listening to Brooks and Dunn sing the song “I Believe”.   I love the story about the old man.  I love the story of how the young man took the news of the old man’s death; “I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh”.
     Then the lyrics come what my soul has had trouble with in the past.  I know the words are coming, and so I overlook them.  But today they disturbed  my peaceful mood.  The singer says, “I can’t quote the words, the chapter or the verse”.
     Here’s the rub:  Well why didn’t you look into it before you wrote the lyrics!
     The world always takes as much of Jesus as it wants to.  It knows what makes money, and what doesn’t.  If he had completed the lyrics to that song with a passion for Jesus, I doubt the song would have sold as much.
     That just rubs my soul!  Because the people who love that song likely agree with him.  And because they sing the lyrics they think they have something.

Enough said I suppose.