The man of darkness, the carnal man in each one of us, scarcely realizes the implications of his stance and opposition to his Creator. He does not recognize the futility, much less the harm he does himself in what he considers to be his right or privilege to freedom of expression according to his understanding. Least of all does he recognize the Lord coming as a thief to him in order to deliver or judge.
The fire rages and
Nothing stands in its way…
The all consuming fire of God:
Who can bear it?
A fearful and terrible storm,
The wicked are swept away,
Having stood and hollered,
Eaten and drunk,
Laughed and scoffed.
Now they are nothing.
So great and terrible is that fire
That we pity even our enemies,
Repentant that they stood against us.
But against us they stood,
Pushing away their good,
Despising their very lives,
Pulling seed out of the ground,
Poisoning their wells,
Burning their houses,
Slitting their throats,
Hating the urgent help,
Vigorously throwing out
The butter and milk and all good food,
Eagerly saving and eating
The eggshells and cardboard cartons,
The cellophane wrappers and bones.
Would the beggar refuse a banquet?
Would a dying man reject a physician?
But our enemies have done just so.
The fire rages, and
Nothing stands in its way;
Only a terrible fire
Can clear away the refuse
And cleanse the contradiction
Of the wicked and their ways.
Lethbridge, late 80’s, early 90’s
Called on a ten day fast from all things dietary (but water) and social, the Lord was drawing me aside to spend time with Him and His saints and to prepare me for the future. The Lord has given me instruction To wait and fast and pray, To submit to this preparation, To accept all, come what may. Come, My darling, come away To a land where there is only day; Loving hearts await you there Where you will rest, free from all care. Come, My friend, why hesitate? I know, you're thinking of your mate. She'll be okay, I promise you, I have yet more for her to do. The time will come to meet again, Not in a bog but pleasant glen, Where you will meet with warm embrace, With joy and gladness, face to face. Your son, Jonathan, I gave to you; I'll make sure his heart is true And when their time is finally through I'll restore them both to you. Moon River Estates, Jan. 29, 1998
The concept and definition of friendship the world has pales in comparison to what the Lord calls it. In fact, there is only contrast and no comparison. Friendship in the world means to receive, to have those who are an advantage. It is a self-centered thing. “I have a lot of friends.” And those friends are there to receive too. True friendship lays down the life in wisdom and understanding. True friendship is founded on truth, justice, righteousness (right doing and being). It is more interested in giving than receiving. More, I say, because there needs to be both. The only good friend is a dead one, dead to self and to the world, but alive unto God, our One True Friend. Friend, where will you be when I fall? Can you tell what you have? Do you know who I am? Take your hand and reach down deep within yourself, As deep as you can go. See what you come up with. Do you know why I am here? Have you known the price? Have you known there is a price? Have you known that the price quite consumes the goods? There is no time to muse and play; Death and life are as night and day. Choose to live and you cannot die But choose to die and you will live; There is no life but in death. There is no friend but one who knows The price of life. Can I introduce you to the Friend? Are you able to come to where He is? Which do you choose, to stay or come? We are ready to receive; Are you ready to be received? When the fire falls next week, Where will you be? The lines are...
The Lord is about reconciling, and not utterly destroying the first Adam in us