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December 6th, 2005, 11:23 AM
On the one hand I see mercy renewed every single morning from the crimson skies promise of rain to a parched thirsty land. Heaven's scent is sweet without weakness, masculine without the savagry. In spite of this, I see so many christians caught in the snares that kill light, life and I smell death and hypocrisy they've played with. The stench lingers. It clings to me.
I read the Word and am bathed in the fragrance of One wiser, more majestic; overwhelming me with His inconcievable holiness, purity, beauty, honor and love. This God is no weakling. He gains my respect by walking in His own commandments perfectly in a hostile crowd. He passed every concievable test any man or devil could give him. He is every bit the Man forever, He has gained the right of worship and trust always. The unpredictable wild God who can't be tamed.
yet on the other hand I choke on the putrid stenk of vile vermin who cloak their morbid condition in a tiger's choir robe. I look at my own arm's to see the same orange fur robes with black stripes. I hear my own squeeks join the pathetic chorus. A woman prays for her daughter's divorce because her son in law became a christian late in life. A believer sees no problem in his pornography. A young lady crosses theocean to tell strangers about Jesus but won't confront her nieghbors when they have offended her. She just avoids every concievable problem. I catch glimpses of the same corruptions within me, I long to burst the confines of my inhumanity, but can not. Tho I clain the Name, I share the same stink of dying.
Scripture promises that God will reveal the true person in EVERY believer when He makes all things new. Then death and evil will release their chokehold on us... in and around us...among us. We will radiate light and laughter, we will forever be at our very very best. Instead of curses we will bless. We will heal for we'll forever have within us Christ, the Fountian of Comfort and redemption. We will be outrageously pure, clean and true, no longer addicted to any weakness of will or temperment or genes. The complete person of us will be complete, wholely renewed to be what we long to be...what we were meant to be...in Jesus Christ!
Edited for grammur and sbelling arrows
I read the Word and am bathed in the fragrance of One wiser, more majestic; overwhelming me with His inconcievable holiness, purity, beauty, honor and love. This God is no weakling. He gains my respect by walking in His own commandments perfectly in a hostile crowd. He passed every concievable test any man or devil could give him. He is every bit the Man forever, He has gained the right of worship and trust always. The unpredictable wild God who can't be tamed.
yet on the other hand I choke on the putrid stenk of vile vermin who cloak their morbid condition in a tiger's choir robe. I look at my own arm's to see the same orange fur robes with black stripes. I hear my own squeeks join the pathetic chorus. A woman prays for her daughter's divorce because her son in law became a christian late in life. A believer sees no problem in his pornography. A young lady crosses theocean to tell strangers about Jesus but won't confront her nieghbors when they have offended her. She just avoids every concievable problem. I catch glimpses of the same corruptions within me, I long to burst the confines of my inhumanity, but can not. Tho I clain the Name, I share the same stink of dying.
Scripture promises that God will reveal the true person in EVERY believer when He makes all things new. Then death and evil will release their chokehold on us... in and around us...among us. We will radiate light and laughter, we will forever be at our very very best. Instead of curses we will bless. We will heal for we'll forever have within us Christ, the Fountian of Comfort and redemption. We will be outrageously pure, clean and true, no longer addicted to any weakness of will or temperment or genes. The complete person of us will be complete, wholely renewed to be what we long to be...what we were meant to be...in Jesus Christ!
Edited for grammur and sbelling arrows