Just Past the Bend

A friend stopped me the other day, and asked, just what am I supposed to be in my Christian walk, how do I know what I am, and what I'm supposed to do? Big question? But one asked daily around the world, for believers. Before I could even think, The Holy Spirit filled my mind with this, for an answer. I said, you see this large building full of people, it's a bowl of soup, and you're part of it, you're the salt. You season and preserve, there are many vegetables in this soup and they will all rot without salt, and even in there prime they need seasoning, and we as believers are that seasoning. You don't have to be the next Apostle Paul, all you have to be is salt to the world. How do I do that he asked? By allowing the Jesus in you to come out, in all believers there is a supernatural deposit from God, be that coworker that is kind, caring, helpful...people notice. Be that Dad, brother, husband, friend that not just loves, but cares. And sooner or ...

The Watchmen stand tirelessly, On the walls. Their eyes focused on what lay ahead, They warn only, with their calls. Change is coming, Calls the watchman from his perch. The weather is changing, Here in the earth. The storms are building, Just outside the walls. The clouds are darkening, Are the words of their calls. Many still walk aimlessly, Ignoring the watchmen as they go. Thinking the storm will pass yet again, As it has before, moving to and fro. Certain that the storm, Could not come this way. Thinking, that storm, Is reserved, for yet another day. As a fine rain, Begins to fall. Now the Watchman grows louder,  with his call. Ezekiel 33:6  But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman‘s hand

Some know Him as,  The Ancient of Day's. Others know Him as, The One Who is Holy,  In all His ways. To some He is, The God of the Ages. Who identified Himself, By the words of His sage's. Some call Him Master, Some call Him Friend. Others just call Him, The Beginning and End. To some He is, The True Capstone. To others He is why,  They are never alone. To some He is, The Rescuer of the lost. The Repairer of the breach, Regardless of cost. To some He is, A Lamb beaten and weak. To others a Strong Lion, With a love for the meek. Some observe Him at a distance, Because of great fear. Others grab hold of His hand, And long to draw near. Who is this One,  Of many names? Who's description overwhelms, These humble frames. He Is, The Life Giver. He Is, The Living River. He is the reason, We stand where we trod. He Is The One and The Only, He Is God!

He is, The Mightiest of the mighty. The Strongest of the strong. The Most Powerful of the powerful. The Most Loving! He is, The Wisest of the wise. The Kindest of the kind. The Most Beautiful. The Most Benevolent. He is, The Most Patient. The Long Suffering. The Only Just Judge. The Righteous One! He is, The Life Giver. The Life Sustainer. The Rescuer of our souls. The Ancient of Day's, from days untold! He is, The Prayer Taker. The Wonder Maker. The Blesser of our bread. The Lifter of our head! He is, The Beginning and The End. The Good Shepherd, our closest friend. The Vine from which all fruit grows. The Living Waters of which all life flows He is God, And there is none but He. He is without contemporary or peer. He possesses no fear. He is, More Majestic than my words. More Dynamic than my description. My words pale to describe Him. My descriptions are pathetic and  pitiful in Who ...

Those of the new birth, Are now a new creation.  No longer is death, Our final destination! Recreated...though not, Visible to the eye! Our spirit now lives, Though we die! God's perfecting power, Has done so to our spirit man. But our flesh still lives,  Among t he dead, in every land. Do we as new creations,  still embrace the ways, Of the living dead? Do we hang on in hopes, That our flesh might Somehow be fed? May we feed our spirit man, That His voice may grow strong. For it is only,  His Voice  That stands between us... a nd wrong! Zombie Christians? Yes I'm afraid they do exist. For every time wrong comes along. They find it impossible  To resist. 

  Is there a valley, Where death still rules? A great shadow over men, That lurks and drools. A place of darkness, Where death is the force. One so powerful, To divert our course. A valley of long shadows, That darkens our way. As we head toward the light, Of Eternal day. One who's power, Has terrified men. As they forgot the God of heaven, And embraced their sin. One who's voice terrifies, Because of the unknown. The fact that many never believed, And chose to walk alone. Is there a valley in eternity, That requires Jesus staff and rod? Or is it this valley,   We currently trod?                  

God of all god's, Origin of all originals. Maker of all maker's. Master of all master's. Creator of all who create, Giver of all givers. Kindest of the kind. Holy in all Your ways. Strongest of the strong, Mightiest of the mighty. The Only Just Judge. He who knows, no fear. He from whom, All Grace and Truth comes. He from whom, All Mercy flows. He who hung the stars, By His Word. He who spoke galaxies, Into existence. He who made all, He who does not change. He who is, and always was. He, is God! He Who Loves...me.

As I sat broken down, on the side of the street. I was trying to fix a flat, and whom should I meet. It was Jesus, and He was headed my way. He said,  "looks like you could use a hand today." I said, no Lord, it's just a flat. I'll be up and going soon. I'm fine, right where I'm at. He said, "Are you sure, it'll just take a minute." I said, no Lord, My heart's just not in it. As He headed on up the road, to the next person broken down. I opened the door and got back in,  never making a sound. You see I'd been sitting right here, for years, you see. And He had stopped by everyday, and offered to help me. He'd stop and offer, and then we would chat. But my word's,  were always the same. I'm fine...right where I'm at.

When we look ahead, what do we see? The moment, the present, temporal reality? Both are real, but there's more in our view. Many times mountains, fill our sight.  Then we are left with the present, as our sight becomes skewed. Has our sight changed? Or only our view. Views are the temporary, and only for the moment,  are they true. But sight,  is what enables us to see. Past the views of the moment, and it's temporal reality. Past the mountains, of this world. Those...  we self made, as well as those unfurled. Our sight is a gift, given to us,  by The Father of all Lights. Opening our view, that we might have eternal sight. Never let your current view, affect you eternal sight. For the views will change, but never The Light.    

Now it’s true, that in every life, Storms will rage. They come regardless of gender, Wealth or age. But just know, As the rain begins to fall. Those drops are but seeds, Sent to us all. You see any cloud, The Father, chooses to send. Comes with a rainbow, Attached to the end.                            It doesn’t say all clouds, But rather, His clouds. And they come not to warn, But to promise! For His promise is this, Never again, never from Him. An irrevocable promise, Of never again. So when the clouds begin, To darken my friend. And the rain seems to fall, Like there’ll be no end. Just know the storm will pass. And before the ground,   On which you stand is even dry. God Himself, will hang a, Rainbow in the sky. So storms will come, This we know. Just realize, as...