SEER

ISAIAH 51 - 6

Lift up your eyes to the heavens, 

And look on the earth beneath.

For the heavens will varnish away like smoke,

The earth will grow old like a garment,

And those who dwell in it will die in like manner;

but MY SALVATION will be forever,

and MY RIGHTEOUSNESS will not be abolished.

There are times when even the strongest heart weakens, we find the Peter spirit and we waiver.    Enough is enough get me out of here.

From the gruesome decapitations of a psychopathic killer to the human debris that litters the street, appalling savagery, their target the least deserving of that sudden extinguishing blow, innocent children, the ordinary man and woman on the street.

The men of power who lit the flame of extremism hide behind their security guards.   Each blaming the other, but GOD KNOWS.

The unholy mayhem caused by their agenda stains their hands with the blood of martyrs and it can never be washed clean.   Genesis 4 (9-11)

Perhaps they consider themselves gods, but judgement waits.   They are the unwitting tool of satan and when he has finished with them hell itself will open its mouth to receive them.

The remnant walk in love and weep for a dying world.   God's wrath will be poured out,  His precious souls will be harvested for His new creation where there will be no twisting of His Holy Word, no compromises, His commandments will stand.

Isaiah 5 - 14 - 17

Therefore Sheol has enlarged itself

And opened its mouth beyond measure;

Their glory and their multitude and their pomp,

And he who is jubilant, shall descend into it.

People shall be brought down,

Each man shall be humbled,

And the eyes of the lofty shall be humbled,

But the Lord of hosts shall be exalted in judgment,

And God who is holy shall be hallowed in righteousness.

Then the lambs shall feed in their pasture,

And in the waste places of the fat ones strangers shall eat.

You could be forgiven for thinking that you were in the Middle East.  There were few pale faces amongst the crowds in the city centre.   The Cathedral had taken down the cross and replaced it with a more acceptable profile.    There was little compassion within those once hallowed walls.   No room for the drug addict who wanted to find this God and ask Him to take care of his friend, no lavish funeral rites for him, he was just another wasted life, one of many quietly rotting away.    The addict was promptly rejected and ejected into the miserable grey morning.    

The young watcher observed that moment.   Men in coloured robes walked in and out of the building obviously preparing for some service.   If they kicked Danny out there wasn't much point in her going inside to suffer the same fate.   She moved to a bench opposite the entrance to the shopping mall.    She would not have any money to spend.   She crossed her arms to try and keep the cold at bay, her coat offered little protection against the biting wind.   The material world flashed and paraded it wares on the huge screen near the entrance.    People seemed totally oblivious of the encroaching darkness.

She remembered a poem she had once seen posted in a bus shelter.   There were many poets in the surrounding countryside and every now and then their work was pinned throughout the area for the public to enjoy or endure.   This one was called Different.

I'm lonely in this crowd,

they want and I won't give

myself, or change the way I live.

Dare to be different, or just give in,

turn from His teaching, walk in sin,

It simply begins with a compromise,

half truths, deception, leading to lies.

Dare to be different, lost in a crowd,

abuse and comment shouted loud.

Bright eyes shine His truth and command,

thought, word and deed, placed in His hand.

I draw a line, I will not cross,

fickle hearts are not my loss.

My gaze must reach the eyes that see,

the beauty of the soul in me.

Father,  when the sirens call, help me to be strong,

remind me of Your promise and the place where I belong.

T. Hills.

Copyright 2003

She often wondered about that poet.   Just another nobody inspired to scribble a few lines on a piece of paper.   Like a message in a bottle thrown into the sea perhaps the motive was to encourage another searching soul trying to make sense of a God who appeared to be waiting silently in the wings watching as the creatures he had created brazenly stuck two fingers up and climbed on to the carousel of life which was going faster and faster.   Their souls drowning in the sick depravity of greed and materialism.

She was hungry and tired and hardly aware of the stranger who had moved to share a bench with this street girl.   He smiled gently and she knew she had no need to fear this man.    The scene on the nearby monitor changed and she gasped as she read the words displayed for all to see.

Street Girl  

It was more like a stampede,

the ugly face of greed,

skies turned grey as the ash clouds grew

and drifted down on me and you.

Panic, another virus, she stood in the queue

me first, give me the jab and the children too.

Too late for the joggers and the keep fit freaks

the smell of death permeates the streets.

And still they parade the latest fashion

searching for food, supplies strictly rationed.

Hypnotized they worship the box

Pop idols, X factor, music that rocks.

So many lies, where is Truth,

hide behind locked doors, under your roof.

They walk past the man who holds the key

the future promised for you and me.

Her eyes viewed the terrible scene,

displayed on the shopping mall monitor screen,

she gasped as the road opened wide

bodies and cars slid down the side.

people buried alive.

From her mouth a silent scream, JESUS.

Panicking crowds past the man on the street

but the woman found herself at His feet.

and He whispered “give me your hand”

She gazed in his eyes and as if on cue

the whole universe came into view.

He said - Child of God we're out of here 

heaven is waiting for you. 

Talitha Hills

You won't survive what's coming without a Saviour.

YOU SAY:-

I CAN'T SEE THIS GOD

CAN YOU SEE AIR – YET IT'S ESSENTIAL FOR YOUR VERY SURVIVAL 

YOU SAY:-

HOW COULD THIS GOD KNOW ME PERSONALLY AMONGST THE BILLIONS LIVING ON THIS PLANET Just pick up the phone -give someone your post code and instantly they know the street where you live!  

THE SOURCE, GOD OF CREATION, INTELLIGENCE BEYOND OUR GREATEST MINDS AND UNDERSTANDING

KNOWS YOU!!!!

    NO ONE IS BEYOND THE REACH OF A LOVING GOD.    

YOU NEED JESUS