A fellow Christian posted on the blog Shining Remnant "to read this you'll need a stiff drink first!!! Bless.
Whatever I write is from the heart. I'm not sharing to tickle ears, to appease, flatter or win public approval. I remain hidden - its enough that via cyber space I might perhaps reach a wounded individual who accidentally drops on my blog, and that prayerfully brings them under the sheltering wings of the Father.
For Yeshua ha Mashiach - (Jesus the Messiah) will come again, but this time He will not be despised, scourged and butchered alive by those who considered they were the Authority. He will rule with a rod of iron. He will separate the wheat from the chaff. Many will die, but praise the Lord those who truly know Him are being refined and will be part of the new heaven and earth.
Meanwhile for all the precious saints who have suffered rape, torture, imprisonment and decapitation,
witnessing His name, make it soon Lord. The blood of the martyrs cries out (Revelation 6 - 10) And they cried with a loud voice saying "How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You Judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth.
Revelation 21 (4)
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.
Thank you Lord for giving me not only discernment, but the ability to laugh at the 'wild and whacky' who claim to be your followers. There but for the grace of a Holy God go I.!!!
Top prize of the year for Christian comment must surely go to the author who obviously sick of being followed too closely by the vehicle behind devised the following bumper sticker.
DO YOU FOLLOW JESUS THAT CLOSELY?
AMEN AND AMEN.
As long as the car remains, his words will go on and on, that is enough reward for any soul,
knowing they are but a tiny grain of sand on God's beach.
Some years ago I was a member of a church with a very different vicar. He objected to wearing the "frock" as he laughingly called it, but to placate the pharisees he agreed to dress up for one service in three.
In a morning I am hardly at my best and it does take some time to get my body mobile and for this reason I usually prefer to attend a Sunday evening service It was an understatement to say that this particular service was "moving in the spirit" it was a challenge for anyone. When the spirit of the Lord fell and we were glued to the benches for three to four hours, no one actually wanting to go home. The vicar abandoned ship first laughing, leaving behind little groups huddling together in prayer until the call went out. Time to lock up. Please go home.
I will never forget Colin. His colourful blazers, brightly patterned shirts. He sold his Saviour with all the enthusiasm of a competing utility/insurance salesman. Once again the Pharisees and Zealots arose, "he had to go" and they were watching and waiting for any wrong move. They were not disappointed.
It was during one such service I received a similitude of a beautiful beach with huge waves crashing on the shore, I was filled with amazing joy and in the early hours still high from the experience, I felt the need to record the event in my journal.
GRAIN OF SAND
Here I am,
minute, insignificant,
jumping for joy at the touch of your spirit.
Here I am,
my love song soaring to reach your throne.
Here I am,
hold me, fill me, teach me,
give me your peace.
This tiny grain of sand leaps,
soaked with love,
as your wave crashes over my life.
Changing, renewing,
filling my being with laughter and hope,
for just one more day.
T. Hills
2003
For those blessed with a precious glimpse of a future place beautiful beyond anything our human intelligence could possibly envisage - hold fast - as Keren Pryor, widow of the late Dwight Pryor so beautifully penned, THE FOOTSTEPS OF OUR MESSIAH KING DRAW EVER NEARER.
SHALOM.
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