IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!
Do you know, if I might ask, the reason of existence? I mean what’s the point of living without any sense of purpose? Have you ever being in a fight where you know, by the stance of your opposition, there is no chance but you went in anyway just because
You wonder why the ellipsis? Well, so that you can fill in the space.
What was the motivation? What was the inspiration? Was there ever a reward? Did you get a return? Maybe it was love…maybe lust…maybe envy…maybe pride.
There are times when we don’t need a reason to do things. All we need at such moments is just to act. Many call it living. Stop the procrastinations that totally wind you in and take a bold step and do something spontaneous. It would be inappropriate to stifle this piece with debates to ruffle such clean sheets.
Be it as it may, there are other times when your heart finds an urge - some inexcusable, and indelible stroke of reason.
Powerful. Unquenchable. Vibrant. Potent. And real.
Painful as it is, many have fully accepted a life of mediocrity. The twist and turns of life have really shut down the fire that burned once in them; the love that captured their hearts; the anger that ruptured their control to do. “…the love of many has wax cold.”
Jesus said we shall receive whatever we ask in His name. Precious Jesus authored and finished our faith for His name. A good example here is for me, without reason, to proclaim Him the blessed One forever.
You look tired dearly beloved. You have traveled far haven’t you? Look at your feet so sore. I pray thee, can you take any more? Touch your temple. You do need a drink from the living cisterns. It’s been a while since you’ve waited. Will you give hope credence?
Stand up for a while. Glance ahead of you. The latter road seems to be longer than the former.
If you were of Israel, I’d champion David’s mighty men! If you were of Greece, I’d call you Spartans. If you were of Africa, I’d praise the name Carthaginian.
Nay, not of all these are you from but of one whose city is the New Jerusalem; a citizen of heavenly places; a creature adopted as God’s son.
Still tired? Look. The Giants of Anak approach!
Thirsty? Stand. The desert wind blows.
Hungry? Hold your ground. The seven years of Egyptian famine looms.
Listen. The Master speaks:
Christians. Fellow soldiers of Faith. Lovers of Hope. Carriers of Love.
Arm yourselves. Draw your swords smeared by God’s Holy Word. Take up your shields fastened with faith. Where is thy silver helmet cast in the fiery furnace of salvation? Show me your feet shod by Christ’s gospel peace.
Stand with me.
If there be any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies, fulfill ye my joy and brace yourselves. We do not live because there wait, for us, a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.
We go like David against Goliath, in His Holy name.
Feel your foreheads.
Feel out the name written on it and embrace your owner.
Do you care to drink again from the living waters?
Answer me soldiers.
Strike the ground like Moses stroke the rock. Let the waters from Christ, your solid foundation, gosh out in power. Let it flow and remain like a lake…
…fill yourselves for we go a step further for His name sake.
You wonder why the ellipsis? Well, so that you can fill in the space.
What was the motivation? What was the inspiration? Was there ever a reward? Did you get a return? Maybe it was love…maybe lust…maybe envy…maybe pride.
There are times when we don’t need a reason to do things. All we need at such moments is just to act. Many call it living. Stop the procrastinations that totally wind you in and take a bold step and do something spontaneous. It would be inappropriate to stifle this piece with debates to ruffle such clean sheets.
Be it as it may, there are other times when your heart finds an urge - some inexcusable, and indelible stroke of reason.
Powerful. Unquenchable. Vibrant. Potent. And real.
Painful as it is, many have fully accepted a life of mediocrity. The twist and turns of life have really shut down the fire that burned once in them; the love that captured their hearts; the anger that ruptured their control to do. “…the love of many has wax cold.”
Jesus said we shall receive whatever we ask in His name. Precious Jesus authored and finished our faith for His name. A good example here is for me, without reason, to proclaim Him the blessed One forever.
You look tired dearly beloved. You have traveled far haven’t you? Look at your feet so sore. I pray thee, can you take any more? Touch your temple. You do need a drink from the living cisterns. It’s been a while since you’ve waited. Will you give hope credence?
Stand up for a while. Glance ahead of you. The latter road seems to be longer than the former.
If you were of Israel, I’d champion David’s mighty men! If you were of Greece, I’d call you Spartans. If you were of Africa, I’d praise the name Carthaginian.
Nay, not of all these are you from but of one whose city is the New Jerusalem; a citizen of heavenly places; a creature adopted as God’s son.
Still tired? Look. The Giants of Anak approach!
Thirsty? Stand. The desert wind blows.
Hungry? Hold your ground. The seven years of Egyptian famine looms.
Listen. The Master speaks:
Christians. Fellow soldiers of Faith. Lovers of Hope. Carriers of Love.
Arm yourselves. Draw your swords smeared by God’s Holy Word. Take up your shields fastened with faith. Where is thy silver helmet cast in the fiery furnace of salvation? Show me your feet shod by Christ’s gospel peace.
Stand with me.
If there be any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies, fulfill ye my joy and brace yourselves. We do not live because there wait, for us, a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.
We go like David against Goliath, in His Holy name.
Feel your foreheads.
Feel out the name written on it and embrace your owner.
Do you care to drink again from the living waters?
Answer me soldiers.
Strike the ground like Moses stroke the rock. Let the waters from Christ, your solid foundation, gosh out in power. Let it flow and remain like a lake…
…fill yourselves for we go a step further for His name sake.
The prisoner of Christ
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