Praise the Lord, all ye nations: praise him all ye people.  For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the truth of the Lord endureth for ever.  Praise ye the Lord.  

Psalm 117

Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord.  Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.  They also do no iniquity: they walk in his ways.  Thou hast commanded us to keep thy precepts diligently.  O that my ways were directed to keep they statutes!  Then shall I not be ashamed when I have respect unto all they commandments.  I will praise thee with uprightness of heart, when I shall have learned thy righteous judgments. I will keep they statutes: O forsake me not utterly.

Psalm 119 Aleph

The reckoning time has come.  Scorn, mockery, parsimony and the inconsequential price of flippancy are fading.  To accounting we arrive.  Law without judgment or justice is the false dream of anarchists.  Everything costs, whether good or bitter, even oxygen sponsors aging and death.  Without death we have no urgency, no value no blues or rhythm for it is the debt that all men must pay.  Praise God for death or I would be caught in this ridiculous human state for eternity.  The butterfly goes to the chrysalis because there is no other route to transformation.  We may be transformed by a renewing of our minds within this life, but this takes introduction to Christ.  Otherwise men are forced into that inevitable meeting with death, a requirement of sinful life.  There is only one way to life everlasting and that is through surrender to God.  There is only one way to demonstrate one’s love for God and that is obedience to his commands.  Faith and praise are the two hands of every believing Christian brought together in resounding smack to honor God.

There is no where to hide, no virtual reality, no games, no political maneuvering, no avatar, for all is lain transparent before the eyes of God.  I can hope to block his presence or flee, but to what distant star do I have access?  Even then He would know me.  This is the day of man’s destiny a resounding and ominous meeting with the God who bore him. No avoidance, no escape, no deception, only shame or rejoicing.  For that is the nature of our God, to lay all things bare for clear reflection against his glorious intention.  Where will I stand when that day comes, for my thoughts matter as close to the date as I reside? The answer my friend is I won’t stand at all but rather gladly press my face to the earth beneath his throne.  I can’t say that I have no aspirations, for I long to hear those words.  For those of you who wonder, I am rejoice in your puzzlement, for them who know, I rejoice in our shared dreams.

It is time to decide, on the ark or lost?  When you hear the door closing the time for thinking will have long past, the decision already made that leaves you clawing at the outside of the door.  Smell the wind, test the soil, read the signs, look to the heavens, ask a friend, write a book, hold a focus group, but understand the nature of the moment in which we stand.  God’s plan is unfolding and that means wickedness will be given terrible and powerful reign on this planet for a short time.  A time so awful and terrifying that it will cull the earth by half at its outset and subject the remaining to wrath never seen by man.  I do not wish to be here during that season, I do not wish for anyone to be here during that time.  My only hope is that you incline your ear to God’s warning and accept salvation through Christ now, this very moment, as his coming is imminent, the signs readable and times most ardent.  I am here to help you pray or answer any and all questions that you may have.  In Jesus’s Name I pray that you have taken my words seriously and call upon the name of the Lord, right now.

I do not wish to face this next test as myself Lord.  I respectfully request that in this one I am given the strength, courage, discernment and timing necessary to step aside at the appropriate moment where your Spirit may intervene for Your Greatest Glory. Whenever I am involved it appears to diminish the probable outcome or achievement possibility.  That has been okay when there has not been that much on the line.  This time, I implore you to remove my inadequacies from the mix.  I know that your desired will shall be achieved, but I humbly ask that you show me how to act right or you simply bypass me so that I avoid the feeling associated with dishonoring you.

My mistakes are certain, even when you’ve given me solid direction, I continue to mess it up.  I love you for sticking with me, even when I am such an obvious disappointment, that is testimony to the wonderful Father that you have always been.  I would rather fear you Lord than this coming incident.  This is not a circumstance where I might tell someone of your Glory and simply allow them to go their own way, having planted the seed you’ve allotted to me.  There are souls on the line.  Wait a minute, you are involved and you want me to do this thing, so how can I fail?  I don’t know if there is a way sometimes I feel as if I will be certain to find the one way to mess it all up.  But, isn’t going forward in something that God wants done, even though you know that you aren’t adequate, walking by Faith?  All things considered, I just pray that I represent you in a way consistent with bringing Glory to your name.

I guess one way to not mess up to continue to avoid showing up for divine appointments. On second thought it didn’t work for Jonah and it certainly won’t work for me.  I am yours and the tasks you’ve set before me are my inherited opportunity to serve you in a fashion consistent with my love, belief and hope.  I will obey and I will succeed.  I pray that you give me the heart, the words and the Christ like actions that reflect my ambassadorial designation.  This is the road I walk, I will not falter for upon Christ the solid rock I have built my foundation.  Neither storms, enemies or evils may shatter my resolve for it is in the Lord that I trust and He is worthy of my praise.  In Jesus’s Name I pray.

Confronted with the prevalent difficulty of remembering scripture, I asked the Holy Spirit to show me the best way to overcome any personal difficulty, that I might commit much scripture to memory.  This is what He showed me.  The new testament is structured with perfect intention.  The synoptic Gospels acquaint us with Jesus, thoroughly describe his ministry, his following and the tragic/joyous events that washed mankind of its sins.  Then the writings in Acts, demonstrate the birth of Christianity and how it took physical action for there ever to have been a church, also fully establishing that serving God came with a price.  Then we are educated on what it means to be a Christian in Romans and directed toward an appropriate Christian walk as each church has their costly behavior evaluated in Paul’s epistles to the churches.  Finally we are shown what it means to mature and become ready, ready for what you say?  Ready for the most important episode in Mankind’s history, the Glorious Appearing of Christ the King.  Hebrews through Jude, call us to awareness, clarity, maturity, action and diligence, culminating in Revelation, the Book that ties together the entire Bible in finality.

This structure allowed me to rapidly seek out scripture based on the specific life disciplines in which I was seeking mastery.  If I wanted to quote Christ, I went to the synoptic Gospels.  If I wanted to learn measures for the defense of the faith, I turned and learned from Romans, Hebrews and Ephesians.  If I was seeking methods to defend my family from the enemy I turned to Hebrews, Ephesians, 1 and 2 Peter and John, Timothy, Jude or Revelation.  This process of selective review and identification allowed me to write down certain scripture and memorize them.  This has become pivotal to my practiced faith and powerful witness.  There is nothing more potent in testimony then pulling out the two-edged sword of God to fertilize a seed or water a crop.

Then the Holy Spirit did the same for the entire Old Testament, providing me clarity on the appropriate location to seek specific wisdom.  This guidance overcame my fear, apprehension of mis-comprehensive scriptural memorization inefficiency.  I began to see why Jesus spoke to satan from Deuteronomy.  Truth is what sets us free, we simply have to perform the conditional requirements Jesus said were present in order to be given the truth.  I pray that you seek the Holy Spirit’s guidance and are able to graduate your faith from a level of self-expression or self-definition to the utilization of God’s own word, thereby eliminating any potential argumentative compromise based upon the fallibility of the speaker vs. the author and employing the potency and power of the Holy Spirit toward salvation of humanity.

Discussions, rebuttals, better arguments.  None of it is relevant to my ministry of salvation and sanctification through Christ, but it sure does boost my prideful egoistic reservoir.  The Word says what it says.  If you are perhaps mistaken and in danger of committing sin or teaching false word, I then have an obligation to give a defense of the faith.  But to enter into idle prattle would make me more than the fool’s fool.  I did not create the word, I did not inspire the Word, I did nothing to deserve its wisdom, instruction or invitation to glory.  I cannot add to the Word, I dare not take away from the Word, in fact I would argue against my interpretation having any good influence upon its impact in your life.  Now if I may softly give example, metaphor or explanation for a passage with which you have struggle, then this is a bon voyage.  However, I have no desire, purpose or pleasure in counting myself theologically capable in disproving any theory for which Almighty God, has not provided clear understanding.  If He left it vague, I accept His intention and quietly rest in the discomfort He created by leaving it unexplained, for this too may prompt my edification.

I do not crave that which I do not have or have yet to be given.  I do not have things that you may crave so that I may do my utter best to aid in your confident perambulation.  The fact that you have had your curiosity pricked by some theoretical complication within Christianity calls me to victory.  For you have found something worthy of meditation, and perhaps been provided by God a purpose worthy of life expenditure.  I cannot wholly evaluate your behavior with interest of determination or commentary.  We often do just exactly what must be done to free ourselves from an unsavory circumstance or get our selves back on the skinny path.  However, often I find that when action is required on my part to rectify a circumstance it is most likely my poor prior decision that got me into the circumstance originally.  Just as with any other Christian brother throughout history.  I count myself among them who always prospered in discernment when I went to God prior to decision sponsored action.  I pray for your fascination, your meditation and your edification through Christ.

Please do not seek my counsel, permission, approval or disapproval with ideas that God has not specifically defined within His Gospel.  I neither wish to enhance or rectify your thinking in these areas.  If the Holy Spirit does choose to give you insightful guidance for this instance, please forgive my lack of curiosity.  For if He has spoken directly to you regarding that which He left unexplained to all, then perhaps this edification is for you alone, or better yet to be given to the Church collective.  God, thankfully for all concerned, did not appoint me judge.  I want no authority other than that He has bestowed upon me regarding taking back land in His name and the power of Gospel witness.  I love Him and I love you and for me that is enough.

If a man is truly saved then he will bear the kind of fruit indicative of Grace’s presence. If a man who claims to have been saved indulges in sexual, carnal or murderous activity repeatedly there must be consequence resulting in change of the original pronouncement of baptism by Holy Spirit.  A perfect sacrifice was not freely given so that we may continue to defile its intention through lascivious action allowing God to become liar by allowing into heaven them who He has repeatedly excluded from the inclusive probability.  A saved man does not go on sinning but is transformed to a renewed mind of purposeful action through a conjoined respect and presence caused by God’s Holy Spirit.  My God is a God of order, His preaching has absolutes of good and evil and logical impacts for disobedient action.  The test of reason cannot be violated by Christians performing repeated, disapproved acts of sinful commission without a serious concern for their original salvation.  But this is simple reason on my part any proof must be given you by the Holy Spirit, absent that approval any ideas given on my part are simply opinion and ought not be used in any fashion to disenfranchised the Body of Christ.

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He made divine entry into humanity, born to mortality with the intention of offering sacrifice.  He drank the wretchedness of evil and good men’s sin alike.  He tolerated our foolishness, weakness and stubborn attitudes, knowing fully it would be an eon before we fully understood.  He bore the burden of separation from a love like no other, accepting disowning for my sins, never looking to me for guilt or recompense.  He gave up his glorification for a awhile, shed his immortal home to come and save all men.  Through thousands of years of scholarly review experts may produce neither reason nor conclusion as to why something perfect was offered in exchange for the salvation of all mankind.  The lost simply shake there heads for pities sake thinking each of us slightly detached from reason.

Look at her, take in that broad shining smile.  The children enamored that they are the object of her affection, run figure eights around the living room hoping she’ll never stop chasing.  She wears her pain like a war wound, wondering how humans can stoop to brutality before even attempting kindness hurt by her attempts to please those who would not be so.  She loves everyone, kicks or cajoles no one and offers to help at each opportunity.

Get to know him, kind, gentle, spoken only enough to remind you that he’s there.  A man considering your needs, barely concerned for his own. wondering how next to be of assistance.  The old women smile when he enters the children perk up and the ladies all wish that he were older or younger depending on the separation in age.  He listens intently, fights only when the Word would have him do so and participates in the harvest, because He knows it makes God smile.

She rests her wrinkled forehead upon the ring band that he gave her so long ago.  So long now that is had like her daily time with God become a part of her, not ritual but physical appendage.  She loves her merciful God, praising him silently with her troubled breath she reminds him that they soon shall meet.  She wonders what questions her husband long passed will ask the Lord today, because he never could limit his curious mind.  She wants for nothing, has very little and ends up giving away more that she consumes. She is a good Mom, a better Grand-mom and lives for their smiles and contented lives.  She dreams of his coming and reminds everyone around her how much they’re loved.

He stands neither straight nor strong but in sturdy character.  Not prideful, haute but sharpened, refined, glowing depth.  A man who, like his Father naturally deserves respect.  His clothes less tightly each year, his hair a bit more gray than black, his mind sharp but beginning the signs of journey’s long awaited ending.  He has seen too much, forgiven so many and still he struggles with waiting upon God.  He is not the first Adam, but more like the second, watching, waiting, biding his time until the right opportunity calls.  He gets a little miffed, but never holds a grudge and wonders how America will ever survive this coming storm.

He’s damaged, his eyes pointing in unparalleled direction, a dog tracking multiple pray. His teeth gray, over-sized and straggled, hungry.  His mind ran circles, racing from the panic of a life lived in passionate pursuit without resting.  His hands hard, cracked, worn with age and work, indistinguishable from the normal aging of a man given his years. His clothes smelled soily, sweaty, dampened near mildew by relentless rain.  His tears long forgotten and divorced as useless his determination to get whatever he could now controlled his existence.  He breathed and laughed at the vapor of night’s cold, wondering to himself if anyone unfortunate to have some money in his pocked would venture this route tonight.

The Lawyer, counting his victories, translating them to wealth and personal stature increase, looping the flattering comments he received from client and boss.  Oh, how please he has become, barely capable of waiting to give his wife and children the good news of his pending promotion, partnership and subsequent move to Los Angeles.  He had arrived where he wanted to be his entire adult life.  Finally enough money to make sure that he never had to work hard again, for now he was a made man.  Looking at his titanium watch he missed the opportunity to miss the puddle over which he just drove, splashing, drenching, nearly consuming an old lady at the bus stop in a wave of cold, filthy sewer water.

Wicked, wanton, willing to do whatever, wherever, whenever she could make a couple hundred.  Sniffling she looked in her tiny pocket mirror, fixing her lipstick and showering herself with an ounce of bottled perfume.  She prayed on husbands, they were easy, taken to acquiesce under extortion or better yet bath her in the adoration of a man looking to be treated right by any girl.  It had been long ago she called herself girl, but a new man always gave her that emotional kick, that feeling that she was getting away with something, something she ought not be doing.  She had long forgotten her own man, leaving him weeping, cradling the two young children.  Pathetic she thought as she downed another swallow.  She had forgotten her womanhood, her family, her purpose and her character, deciding that life is only for the party, the booze, the high, the friends.  She ignored God just as she felt he had ignored her, determined that she would live this life beholding to no one.  She was going to get her fill, which seemed unlikely coming from the insatiable hunger of a woman gone wild.

Christ died for the sins of all, not just the pretty, wealthy or worthy.  He alone is worthy.

Avoiding conflict, that is my professed policy.  Becoming so tolerant and so bland that I risk nothing, seek nothing, find nothing, ask nothing of myself of any consequence.  They don’t want me to pray, so I shut my mouth, they don’t want me to ask so I forget about the urge to know, fit perfectly into the groove they’ve set before me I find comfort in my unchanging road.  Yet, though they said things would reside in perpetuity, they promised what they could not deliver, for life continues to transform.  Storms come, jobs and people go and somehow in the middle coping mechanisms require a struggle to maintain the status quo.  Is there nothing worth the price of one average man’s life, nothing worth giving everything for its acquisition?

The storms have begun, the birth pangs ring clear the bell of God’s timing.  I may call myself simply present and keep my eyes, ears and heart open for the trump’s inevitable sounding or I may recognize my circumstance and set my shoulders, back, mind and heart to purpose.  I want to be liked, but not enough to lay down by my dish, dismissing the voice of spirit sounding alerts within my soul.  This man, this Christian man has something to say that most do not want to hear or they have been resisting in hearing.  The exam nears end.  What must I do to say that I gave it all before they shouted, pencils down.

You would have me buy into the devil’s lies, exchanging my glorious position in grace for a cardboard crown.  Crown’s are nice but I really don’t want to be king, I don’t want to be in charge, being tempted to make subjects of my loved ones.  I just want to serve, to help, to love, to encourage and pray for you.  That must diminish me in your eyes and for that I am sorry.  Sorry for you that you have not met Christ, my king.  For from him I’ve learned the greatest treasures are those found in service to the good of others, the loss of self for purpose.  Comfort found in being what I was designed to become instead of spreading myself thin, trying to keep everyone comfortable, respecting your do not disturb signs even though I know that leaving you alone will almost guarantee you miss the last trumpet or worse clarion call.

They laid palm fronds and their garments on the ground before his donkey’s hooves, shouting Hosannah, Hosannah in the highest.  He was called the lamb of God, though they never imagined the depth of sacrifice he bore.  He was kissed as Rabbi and then betrayed for pieces of metal.  His birth was foretold for thousands of years, yet they met him and treated him as commoner, criminal, rogue or charlatan.  They could find nothing wrong with him yet demanded his death for telling a truth that was documented in their histories and statutes.  All saw his likeness to God yet recognized him not for they were equally blind to the things of God.  Some profited from his passing only to find themselves damned for all eternity, separated from everything Holy, Righteous and Everlasting.

But some still feared the one they called God, subsequently revering, though never quite understanding with whom they stood.  They loved him, they lived with him, they followed, but they never truly grasped his divinity until his resurrection.  For in that last breath Christianity was born, tied to the God we serve, having lived among us so that none can label him misunderstanding.  Only then was he feared by those who should have from the beginning.  The enemy had lost the battle not through victorious pride shaped challenge but through sacrificial love.  Who could hope to understand something outside of our fleshly definition.  Even his earthly brothers, especially his earthly brothers, James and Jude instantly gathered the depth of their shame.  Jude writes himself the brother of James in that book, never thinking himself worthy of having been the earthly brother of Christ.  James gave his life so that the practical Christian might rapidly understand, grow and live a life of worth for Christ.

But who are we now, the buddies of Christ.  Buddies, brothers and friends to the one with eyes of fire, the alpha and the omega, the everlasting to everlasting, double-edged Word of God.  I love the Christ, but He is my King not my pal.  Though He knows me closer that a Brother I shall not diminish His identity nor cheat myself of the opportunity to voluntarily serve one that truly deserves my allegiance, trust and faith.  We have stopped doing the work of dutiful Christians because we have lost our fear of the master.  He is the only one who can commit by soul to Heaven or Hell.  He has given me service, called me to peculiar work of loving the unlovable and counting them worthy to be loved by God.  The warnings are to keep ourselves unspotted from the world, but why?  Because w,e are commanded to be Holy even as our God is Holy.  We are told to for sake our individual plans and pursuits, why?  Because we are to lose our lives for the sake of living for Him.  Don’t let the women around you become deceived and do not let the men around you stand there doing what is wrong when they know God’s direction to be right.  We are not meant to continue the sins of the first Adam but repeat the grace of the 2nd Adam, Christ the King, who set us free.  Fear God and accept wisdom.  In Jesus’ name.

Worries, cares, moments and wares, a shovel full of happiness and extra cash.  I look in to your face and I see that your eyes are dim and your attitude adjusted, measured, cautious and careful.  I see the great victories the Lord has given you, in work, relations, goods and worship.  I see the backpack you used to carry sitting emptied by the door, you having lain down of the burden the accumulated bricks, given unto Christ.  I see these children, who are an obvious challenge, massaging your perspective, some days up but most times concerned.  What I have never seen from you is the jubilation consistent with knowing and resting in Christ.

Shouldn’t we have it, at least briefly?  I mean didn’t Christ say that was one of the reasons that he came, was that we might have joy.  Let’s take a step backward.  Do you know what joy is, have you experienced its unique influence upon your heart?  Have you had the awe filled moments realizing you are firmly in God’s Palm?  Have you forgotten the raging battle having exchanged a spirit filled smile with the Lord?  Have you captured the elusive contentment of a man just passing through this world his way home?  Are you driven by the mirthful giggles of children or the dour desires and fears of old men?  In what does your hope reside?

Are you fearing the coming anti Christ or scanning the heaven’s for imminent return?  Are you planting the fat Gospel seeds of eternal rest or coveting scraps of last years’ harvest having lost this year in fearfulness?  How sweet is that Living Water as it trickles down your throat?  Does it refresh, fulfill, renew?  Oh that you were touched by his joy, daily.  That man I knew armored with the hope beyond the foolishness of this world, with instant capacity to seed encouragement with the brethren.  Do not let thy light get weak, for you shine as a lampstand of the seven Spirits of God.  Shine that light into the dark places that the foul beasts and servants of the enemy might scatter at fearful coming of Almighty God.

We are iron not tin.  We may be refined to take and hold an edge, a double edge, sharp enough for the delicate work of God.  Let us give glory to God but hold true to the memories of our gifted victories through Christ the King.  Let us overcome through love, testimony and courage, a courage that comes only through knowledge of a steadfast king.  He has not changed, so if our light be dim them we must look to our own hearts for transformation.  Be quickened by the Spirit of God and show this world His Love reflected in your face, actions and words.  Know Joy for it dispels disaster, deception and gloom.  Be filled with the awesome clarity of purpose that can only come from the joy of being used to fulfill the plans of God.

The woes have come.  We may deny them or explain them away but ignoring them will no longer be an option.  This generation does not know God, we haven’t given them the opportunity or the reason.  The Pope defends mother nature, political selectivity and the church’s grand design to become relevant to globalists, while abandoning the precepts of holiness, righteousness and commitment to faith in Christ.  Our pastor’s have become slaves to the bank in defense and need to pay a monthly mortgage for the building having been mistaken for the church.  We have been exposed to God’s signs and wonders designed to inform, awake and prepare.  Perpare for what, you say.

Does, the phrase, “like a thief in the night” hold any relevance to you.  What does that phrase mean to you.  It seems to me and I hope that we may agree it carries a warning that Christ will return for his church at an “unexpected” time.  Logic dictates and wisdom warns that if there is a coming event that is unexpected an event from which we will suffer greatly if it comes at a time when we are unprepared, then we must takes all necessary steps to make sure that we are in a constant state of readiness.  Marines and protective services learn alot about running in a constant state of awareness, it takes commitment, training, energy and diligent, relentless focus.  Now you see my concern.  I see no focus from the church.  I see a commitment to raising money for programs that make it look as if we are doing something instead of actually doing something.

Heed Christ, ignore this foolish world, except to warn it of the wrath to come and how they might escape.  God will work this out, I to the best of my ability plan to be part of God’s plan to do just that.  We have arrived at a time when God is revealing himself to this world and they will deny him and claim their own false messiah.  Do you really want to be part of all that or wouldn’t you rather be with Christ at the marriage supper of the lamb?  I will not sorrow for you after you have made a clear decision of whom you serve.  You see I agree with God’s Plan and he has granted us all grace sufficient to be forgiven for eternity for all of our sins.  It is after your choice to accept or decline his offer.  But, if you are planning to go in the rapture and avoid God’s wrath then I suggest being ready for the imminent arrival of Christ the King to gather all his sheep to him forever.  In Christ’s Name I pray, Father help us all.

What do you care for judgment brethren?  Does its ominous imminence capture your imagination?  Do you perhaps fear the coming fury of Almighty God?  Tell me, what then is this fear sponsoring in you?  What predictive, demonstrative or proximal action has it created through its overwhelming pressure upon coming events?  Or has it done its very best in paralyzing your movements as intended?

If you know Christ then you are showing him your love by obeying his commands.  If you have shown him that obeyance then you have read, studied, prayed upon and written the Holy Word upon your heart.  If you have that Word, then you know only those outside his grace are to be subjected to judgment, for our sins have been forgiven.  If you still feel unforgiven then you perhaps are being prompted by God’s Holy Spirit to once again stand with Christ and stop your worldly backsliding.  If you are listening to the Holy Spirit then you know I am speaking to you and if you are not listening to the Holy Spirit then your fear of His coming judgement is well exercised.

Everyone tells me they don’t know what it is they are supposed to do for God.  I say, “poppycock”, because that is the most pleasant word I could possibly use for this vile practice of disobedience to Christ.  Make disciples, pray unceasingly, heal the lame, the blind, feed the sheep, show the love of Christ to a dying world.  Pretty clear, no obfuscation, no hiding, no deception.  Stop trying to find something to hide behind, excuses really look like vomit upon your white garment.  Pay attention to punctuation, especially in God’s Word.

For example, Ephesisans 1 is comprised of only four sentences, each phrase or paragraph in full dependence upon its predecessor for complete clarification and understanding.  Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, to the saints which are at Ephesus and to the faithful in Christ Jesus.   This first sentence is wonderfully crafted by the Holy Spirit, clarifying identity, reason, purpose, attribution and audience but it does even more, by leaving us craving the next passage.  Grace be to you and peace, from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.  

We are again fulfilled in finding that we are invited to hear the Word of God in promised grace and peace from the One God through two parts of his triune nature.  Have you contemplated being extended grace and peace by your God’s Father and Son nature?  Have you been reading the same book that I have, oh, I forgot you only pay attention to the parts that have drama, a fuzzy feeling or that justify your lack of commitment?  I beg your forgiveness in advance, but I feel it is now incumbent upon me to become the iron God intended.  This luke-warm practice counts you a present member of the worldly church and you ought to be slightly frightened by what the Lord Jesus says in Revelation 3 that he is going to do with that church.  Fear ought to provoke commensurate behavior otherwise it is useless as a warning mechanism. You either fear him or you fear this world, you must decide which scares you more.  Or perhaps you don’t fear either, a more dangerous position, I cannot imagine.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ: According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world that we should be holy and without blame before him in love: Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will, To the praise of the glory of his brace, wherein he hath made us accepted the beloved. 

Wow, I have to sit and meditate on that one for a while just to grasp its awesome understanding.  Oh, you just read over it once twelve years ago and never took time to get it.  I am so sorry brother that you have shown yourself false to the duty lain before you in Christianity.  You wish that I would coddle your sensibilities a bit more and perhaps feed you and let you take a sweet nap.  No, that is not my part in this novel you are writing.  I have been sent to say, “AWAKE, for God’s judgment is at hand and we still have work left for us to do, before the master arrives.  Make straight your path for the Kingdom of God is nigh.  Whoops, there I’ve said it, now I am the bad Christian man who doesn’t deal with every naughty child with a gentle hand.  You have been spared the rod long enough.  I can withstand your contempt if in fact it causes your arousal to review the responsibility you have to Christ the King.  Now I am telling you that your inaction is costly, not only to Christ but to you as well.  Perhaps you ought to read the parts of his word that tell about how he will deal with them who bury their talents.  Better yet, read that passage above once, just once like you intended to truly understand it and write its meaning upon your heart.  We will both be truly blessed if you do.

The next passage in Ephesians tells of God’s love for us that he planned our redemption before the beginning of time that we might be saved and sealed with His Holy Spirit simply out of His amazing and glorious will to do so.  Shouldn’t that captivate your attention?  If it doesn’t cause you to read this segment for at least one hour today and you instead spend that time at leisure, television, sports or recreation then your priorities have become contaminated.  I pray for you and understand that I may not be your favorite person right now, but that is an exchange I will gladly make if it either saves your eternal soul, prepares you to be snatched out in the rapture or better yet creates in you a desire to go forth and make disciples of men.

The grace and peace of God to you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ the King.