People know that I like to visit churches and this week I was asked how it feels to encounter a new group of strangers.
They are not strangers. They are my family who have not met me. My bond with them is stronger than flesh and blood.
"While he yet talked to the people, behold, his mother and his brethren stood without, desiring to speak with him. Then one said unto him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren stand without, desiring to speak with thee. But he answered and said unto him that told him, Who is my mother? and who are my brethren? And he stretched forth his hand toward his disciples, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother." (Mat 12:46-50)
We are all united into one Body. It is not just apostates who fall away by not discerning that the Lord's Body is one (1Co 11:29). Even Peter and the Corinthians fell into this carnality (1Co 3:3).
"But when Peter was come to Antioch, I withstood him to the face, because he was to be blamed. For before that certain came from James, he did eat with the Gentiles: but when they were come, he withdrew and separated himself, fearing them which were of the circumcision. And the other Jews dissembled likewise with him; insomuch that Barnabas also was carried away with their dissimulation." (Gal 2:11-13)
This is the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity
I pray that it is answered in our hearts. I earnestly beg that you consider the one new man (Eph 2:15) in your prayers.
This is the youngest I'm ever going to get.
There is a season to every purpose. I've been through the gathering. Now is the season of detachment. I'm a loser. I lost my hair a long time ago and that was more of a joy than a pain. The insidious loss of sight and hearing are more shackles to this earth being loosed.
"For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world." (1Jn 2:16 KJVR)
When I lay on that bed having lost all mobility and thought, when I've lost the last heart beat and last breath, when there is nothing more to lose, then I will be truly unburdended and free to see Jesus as He is and understand His purpose ...
"For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life." (2Co 5:4 KJVR)
Paul taught us about this:
"Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ," (Php 3:8 KJVR)
And finally, can we really lose?
"He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son." (Rev 21:7 KJVR)
We've orchestrated our religious needs into formal structures. We have solidified the rituals in tablets of stone.
We have pledged allegiance to the place :
"Jesus saith unto her, Woman, believe me, the hour cometh, when ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father. (22) Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship: for salvation is of the Jews. (23) But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshipers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him." Joh 4:21-23 KJVR
It isn't Jerusalem; it isn't the Temple. Have they been transfered to a substitute; another physical location? Is it the rePLACEment?
No, Jesus said, "true worshipers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth" and that means whereever they are. They have become the Temple of God.
May the peace of God open our eyes to that which is invisible. (see Rom 1:20 and Col 1:15-16)
Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen. (1Ti 1:17 KJVR)
There are many forms of sadness. It may be that one form can only be removed by seeing the joys in children.
I am very, very disturbeb by the deaths and destruction of 9/11. All catastrophes hurt me but this human-made defilement of life and achievement is on the level of what are called 'final solutions.' Some of these tragedies are enumerated in 'Final Soultions: mass killing and genocide in the twentieth century' by Benjamin A. Valentino. You can read it on Google by clicking this text. These abominations are world wide and indicate an intrinsic defect in the human race. We are all the seed of Adam. We all have the potential for great harm. The only holy, righteous final solution to nature's groanings will be at the return of Jesus Christ and it will be in His hands alone.
We also share an opportunity to turn from our carnality to the Life Giving Son. We can develop our sensitivity to the pain and suffering that exists. Every kind word can start a wave through society. Ever smile or pat on the back may influence the receiver to 'pass it on.' We are to be light and not darkness.
For a very good article on 9/11 click here.
May your children play and yell and sing from happy hearts throughout this nation and across this earth.
When I was 16 I formulated an economic model that would sustain me for the rest of my life. It included about $40,000 and two house trailers. No debts ... ever. There would be some investment income off the principle. It was a good exercise in math but detached from the reality that four cent stamps would increase in cost. It lacked data about computers and cable TV.
Heisenberg has his 'uncertainty principle' so I came up with one, too (three, four.) It states simply that confident predictions contain a lot of darkness, that is, ignorance and uncertainty. We often arrogantly assume so much.
And He told them a parable, saying, "The land of a rich man was very productive. "And he began reasoning to himself, saying, 'What shall I do, since I have no place to store my crops?' "Then he said, 'This is what I will do: I will tear down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. 'And I will say to my soul, "Soul, you have many goods laid up for many years to come; take your ease, eat, drink and be merry."' "But God said to him, 'You fool! This very night your soul is required of you; and )now who will own what you have prepared?' "So is the man who stores up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God." (Luk 12:16-21 NASB)
We are heading for a Thanksgiving that will appreciate every breath, every smile, every child and every kind thought. These are precious presents from God,
God richly bless you,
To me, this is beautiful worship. I can not sing it but I can cry it with tears of grateful joy.
This video gives a good explanation:
I've had many good nights of sleep. My body rested but my mind transversed wonderful experiences only the imagination can provide. I love my dreams. They surpass Disney World.
Pray for me as I pray for you,
I feel like a free man. I make choices. Some are made for me. I am limited to what is offered. I would like to make infallible decisions but that choice has not been given to us.
As I approach that bed in the Old Folks Home there is a much greater awareness of being a victim. I will lay there powerless waiting... The desire to move will fade away. All desires will fade.
I've been graced with this blog for almost two years. Consider how little I have written and published with it. My life has been active. This blog is not indicative of my participation in worldly (and certainly not spiritual) affairs. Yet, I wish that I had shared with you more.
This is an offering of something very beautiful...
Pray for me as I pray for you,
The world continues to move through space and time. Volition still beats against the wall of reality. I am sitting at the computer and listening to an audio presentation of Sherlock Holmes. Thankful is certainly my feeling of gratitude for this circumstance.
We have shared the first month and it was filled with experiences; some were painful and many brought joy. Every event had its purpose and place in our lives. May each and every day be blessed with comfort and joy.
We appreciate the water after a long summer of drought. There is a unity in our grateful acceptance of this gift we needed so much. You can see a pleasure in the faces as we meet in the marketplace. It has rained a cozy shower.
This is the Last 24 hours of 2007. It is a time of reflection. All things as we know them do come to an end but many are transformed into a new beginning. We should welcome 2008, not because we are older and wiser, but because it would be the acceptance of the natural order of things. We would be on schedule.