Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Face of True Evil/Prepare Yourself

For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.   Matthew 24:24
Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake. And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.   Matthew 24:9-13
I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”   Luke 18:8
true evil has no face,
it shifts, it moves,
swaying back and forth,
like grains of sand
blowing gently in the wind,
quietly infiltrating its way
into minds and souls in high
and mighty places,
enticing and alluring;
the ultimate chameleon,
making changes so subtle
they are barely perceptible;
deception in the name
of innocence;
taking shape without
worry or care,
then disappearing like magic,
into the thin night air;
true evil has no face,
it goes by many names;
eminent domain,
manifest destiny,
for god and country,
true religion,
the chosen race,
national pride,
the final solution,
to name a few;
and when it has come and gone,
none but a few even realize
it has passed their way
at all;
the time is coming,
when everything you think
you know,
everything you believe
to be true,
will be challenged,
turned upside down;
the world,
your eyes,
your ears,
your mind,
will tell you that
what you believe cannot
possibly be true,
deceiving even the elect,
if that were possible;
will you still have your faith
what is right will be wrong,
what is up will be down,
what is righteous will be evil;
when they torture and kill you,
they’ll believe they are
doing God’s work;
will you still have faith then?


All That is Left

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.   John 15:13
“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.”   John 15:18-19
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.   1 Corinthians 13:1-13
love is not telling
someone what they
want to hear,
not about being positive
or keeping your mouth shut,
not happy thoughts or
living in fantasy worlds
which do not exist;
love is telling someone
what they need to hear,
whether it means they
will love you in return
or not,
love is sometimes
struggle and pain,
sometimes sorrow
and tears;
sometimes torture
and death;
the world does not understand
love such as this,
just as it does not understand.
that someday,
when the flesh has withered
and decayed,
when knowledge and wisdom
are gone,
when hope and faith serve no
all that will be left
is love.



When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves. Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?” He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.” And he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree I commanded you not to eat from?”   Genesis 3:6-11
“You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see. Those to whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him and he with me.”   Revelation 3:17-20
once more you open my eyes,
showing me just how blind
I really am,
how wretched, pitiful and poor
I have become,
revealing the evil lurking inside,
uncovering all the filth,
the inadequacies,
the incompleteness,
the nakedness;
Lord I am so far away!
I hear Your voice,
softly counseling,
gently rebuking,
quietly disciplining;
showing me the path
leading to You;
Father, remove this darkness once again,
heal the wounds as only You can,
renew all that I am,
fill me with Your precious Holy Spirit,
bathe me in Your glorious light;
make me a son
of the living God.


Tuesday, February 14, 2017


What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.   Ecclesiastes 1:9
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.   Proverbs 3:5-8
the fear grows,
the panic sets in,
another tyrant,
another war,
another group of
evil doers;
pointing fingers,
assigning blame,
passing judgment,
plotting retribution,
giving in to emotions,
deceived by the illusion;
falling into the trap;
nothing has changed,
nothing is new,
just a different name,
just another place,
what sad, pathetic fools
we are;
blinded by self-worth,
slaves to preconceived ideas,
prisoners of dying flesh,
controlled by irrational fears,
forever repeating history,
forever trusting in imperfect
and limited comprehension;
forever falling into the trap;
everyday Your grace begins anew,
everyday You open the door,
everyday You help me to rise,
everyday You teach me more.



“Life is a tale told by an idiot – full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” – William Shakespeare.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.   Ecclesiastes 1:9
“See that I am He! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to life, I have wounded and I will heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand. Deuteronomy 32:39
we live, we die,
we laugh, we cry;
there is nothing new under the sun;
all the accomplishments of man,
all the clever, flowing words,
are but meaningless dust,
vanities and vexations,
twisting and blowing,
scattering on the shifting wind,
dark mists of evaporating vapor,
clanging gongs of raucous sound,
deep reservoirs of hopeless hope,
obstinate children full of excess
and self-glorification,
pompous celebrations of mediocrity
and drivel,
early morning shadows,
disappearing with the
noon day sun;
here today,
gone tomorrow;
they are nothing,
nothing at all;
not one can bring
life from death,
not one can escape the grave;
without You there is no meaning,
without You there is no truth,
without You there is no light;
without You there is no life.



What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.   Ecclesiastes 1:9
“This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil.”   John 3:19
everyday I prepare for battle,
everyday I fight the fight,
some days I win,
some days I lose;
some days I barely break even;
we talk of change,
we hope for a better way,
but at the end of the day,
everything remains the same;
there is nothing new under the sun;
we are what we are
because that is what we choose to be,
unable to be anything else,
shadows, disappearing with
the noon day sun,
fodder flailing in the wind,
failing and re-failing,
facsimiles wasting away
like rotting refuse;
guilty as charged;
where does it all end?
where does it all begin?
like a mighty, rolling river,
flowing from here to there,
without reason,
without rhyme;
where does it all end?
do not leave me here
in this land of dying corpses,
breathe new life into my lungs,
restore the light before my eyes,
pull me from this drowning world;
bring me home to You.



What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.  Ecclesiastes 1:9
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.  Ecclesiastes 1:14
with each passing day,
I see the hopelessness,
I feel the futility,
I understand the inadequacy;
I have been to the edge,
I have seen all there is to see,
I have known all there is to know,
I have said all there is to say;
there is nothing new under the sun;
old homes fade,
new ones crumble into the dust,
this world, this life,
no meaning, no purpose;
without You;
holding on,
waiting for a different way,
desperately searching for the light
of a brand new day,
standing accused,
guilty as charged,
nowhere left to run,
nothing more to hide,
line after line,
coming and going,
flowing like a mighty river,
and still
it is not enough;
I am less
than what You
made  me to be.



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