. . . and women
I used to worry about my soul when I saw my country falling,
and your grace couldn't come sooner,
there is universal stumbling.
Lord, I guess it all started
when Cain took to killing
before words became fatal
where so many fingers are willing.
The wind has drafts
from which we take shelter.
Should we hide in the Lord's hut*
if our writing hurts weather?
When finally our scribing
releases thoughts that heal,
the only fighting
will be with angels
(after reading this blog post by David Ettinger: https://www.christianwriters.com/threads/“we-want-that-life-not-this-one”.63802/#post-454118)
Do I want this life more than that one,
is eternal life my view?
Is the Christ now my anointing,
do I carry my cross, endure?
Do I nurture the temptations
which try to nest on me?
Do I instead insist my pillow
be God’s will and not my “Please”?
Do I count my goals as rubbish
if these exclude seeking the Son?
Am I enlisted
If this is not the end times,
God must want it soon.
Guess His heart to keep on saving
holds back the wedding tune.
What kind of groom would keep on waiting
years beyond the deal?
Abba Father and Jesus
must be One, Spirit-filled.
Just that it amazes me,
though I have been there, too,
to see Scriptures so ignored,
twisted for one’s use.
But this often how love letters
meet the public eye.
between communicants can’t lie.
It's hard not to be a zealot,
when most parties promise a kingdom,
partisan preaching on altars near malls,
tribal chants streaming, riding internet squalls.
What if we saw only "Likes" from our Maker,
would people be so quick to join all the haters?
Maybe we aren't cruel, and maybe we try to be fair.
But then, why do we act like only one side cares?
No side can stand before Omnipotent God,
Who says to love one another, as Jesus loved us.
And after we stagger, tired fro
Our trust in Christ rests on the fact that He is genuine. He is "I Am". The real deal. We might bring subjectivity to the Faith, but that is while God, through Christ, is trying to wrap His truth around us. In the process, we are cautioned that there is a place where serving Caesar is legitimate, even God-ordained.
We must interact with Caesar in a wise way; his realm is problematic and strewn with fakery, but we are told to serve in that arena, regardless. Therefore, we should be care
This birth, man's will.
One higher? Where God heals,
awakening a spirit
by a new breath, Life, by His.
Here mother, there father.
We leave them, they leave us
for spouse covenant, for Heaven.
New Birth says we're not forsaken.
This day like another,
mortal in its humdrum,
immortal in the cover
of best wishes from the Son.
Mark 1:35 CEB ~ Early in the morning, well before sunrise, Jesus rose and went to a deserted place where could be alone in prayer.
If the Son of God had to be alone in prayer to be effective in ministry, what does that say about us?
Make the paradigm or it will make you;
go to a clearing in your mind, you and Father commune.
Get your signal for the themes that you need for living.
Carry them in your heart, glory to glory.
The first will be last and the last will be first.
It seems many Christians discuss hell with as much aplomb as talking about sports or comedy. I don’t question biblical descriptions, but I’ve always felt that the mental devastation of being apart from God forever ought to be enough depiction when talking with non-believers, in most cases. I sense I have come out of a long slumber of assuming a cozy relationship with Christ, when all-along I was lukewarm. Going through God’s discipline, toward zeal, has been an emotional and mental upheaval
Will the Lord find faith on the earth,*
like an explorer finds a virgin forest,
where no trees have of late fallen,
except the ones where lightening strikes,
un-spoilt and un-ruined for self-profit, by blight?
There's room to praise God there,
time-pruned branches make good altar wood.
Gather them up, let smoke arise
in the clearings of understanding.
And amidst your songs of praise,
look to the tree lines, thank God for prophecies
you carry as you go back to the woods,
Poseer es ser, por eso retengo a Ti
en mi alma, mi mente.
Creo, siento así.
Eres mi escape hacia lo recto;
El Eterno Tu eres,
yo en Ti nacido.
Perla de Gran Precio,
presentado a mi,
con esperanza sin fin.
rough translation from Spanish--some words changed to allow cadence/rhyme.
To possess means I am, that's why I take hold
of You in my mind, of You in my soul.
You are my escape
to that which is gain;
One God, the Eternal,
in You born
I can understand faith in any tongue,
because I can feel mercy when it is sung,
gratefully from the heart that is talking to God,
using a melody to string, together, love.
We shall not shirk the mandate to praise.
Moses struck a rock--God will wait for our gaze
on Him to suddenly, by impromptu, embrace
Him with our voices which sing of His grace.
The rocks have yet to sing out.
We won't let them,
we sing strong hymns,
words gush, gathering hol
1 Thessalonians 5:9 (KJV) ~ "God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through Jesus Christ our Lord"
Re: Salvation Appointment,
The goal of this event, set the moment you repented,
and since then have continued to confess,
is that you you obtain salvation.
Like your doctor had an office
before you knew his name,
like when he sought out your business
via his print and fame,
there is no boasting re: this appointment;
God has been calling you before ston
We all err in many ways,^
but we are heirs in many ways,^^
have been adopted in God's stride.^^^
Why do we act like we're surprised?
Your blood shows ransom at the cross,
'tween two types of thieves, in front of us.*
When we stare at what it cost,
communion calls us from our stolen lot.**
It is all of Christ or not,
otherwise, lost meditations,***
but the memory of your life
makes devotion cause to climb.
Mercy-works: our trust renewed;
those You healed: we wan
There's a certain tension I see in many discussions on Christ-themed websites, and it runs on these lines: "If it is all about God, then what about us--me?" There are concerns about being authentic, genuine and honest . . . and being affirmed. It get it, but it sometimes gets to the point that some people voice the concern that too much talk about God and quoting of Scriptures can somehow place us in the precarious position of using faith as a means for not revealing how we think, feel an
Hello CW friends. It's great to be able to drop in.
We're a "peculiar people"? (1 Peter 2:9) Well, that's because the willing sacrifice of the Son of God was peculiar to an infinite degree! (John 3:16; 1 John 3:16; John 10:18).
The transition from Old Covenant to New Covenant was not a change in theology. It was God's planned power play to offer us a way out of our downward spiral of rebellion against His Holy Law.
I want to meet my Jesus,
Who made the strangest treaty
The aftermath of spring is messy;
for all its beauty, one might wish for less things.
Less bloom, less pollen.
Less pollen, fewer belligerent bees.
Less carrying wind, lighter allergies.
For some, spring is a somewhat carefree existence,
but the fallen part of it aches for eternity.
All of creation groans; our spirits moan
to be full-restored in pure salvation tones.*
We know there is right and that something’s awry.
Even so, this is Yeshua’s handiwork;
Adam’s scratchings c
"Baptism is like that. It saves you now—not because it removes dirt from your body but because it is the mark of a good conscience toward God. Your salvation comes through the resurrection of Jesus Christ" (1 Peter 3:21 CEB – italics mine)
What is it that saves the soul?
Good conscience through Christ the Lord.
How to have this toward God?
Resurrection assuring us.
Many have come, alluring words*
strung together, yet one verse**
of how the Savior rose on high
My sin took Jesus down
to Golgotha ground.
Is it hard to fathom
how I have joy in its aftermath?
Father, You would.
You raised me from clay,
when your Son stood
on the Third Day,
It’s easy to have hope,
when it widens from a nothing-thread
to an unbreakable rope,
which your Son threw
from where He bled,
the kind that saves,
loving my soul
amidst the angry waves,
enough to haul me up into an ark
where children play
and young people take heart,
from my blog, "Ragamuffin Tones": https://www.christianforums.com/blogs/blog/ragamuffin-tones.466/
Jesus outwardly healed,
and those who were not must have
felt balm from His words,
freeing selves from self-flagellation
and siege of the mind;
when Presence meets people
it all sort of makes sense.
Though we're aware this life
lacks wholeness by degrees,
what Jesus promises seals
in our consciences
the confidence to come forth,
despite our sins,
first to admit fall
So . . . "in Him [Christ] we live, and move [as we muse], and have our being" - Acts 17:28. This is what I strive to write about.
"Ragamusings", because I have been blessed to come upon the "ragamuffin" emphasis of Christian singer/songwriter Rich Mullins and the writings/speeches of the author of "The Ragamuffin Gospel", Brennan Manning. Both of these ragamuffins are now enjoying fellowship with Messiah Jesus.
Please feel free to join in at any time--even to use anything I write;
Sometimes it’s the road. Sometimes you’re the bump.
Being a bump can be inadvertent, though. Like when you’re misunderstood, misinterpreted or mis-guided by someone else. When these things happen,
you get run over. The key things to getting out from under being a bump yourself are:
(1) forgive, forgive, forgive. In the Name of Jesus.
(2) take it easy on yourself. Try considering every situation as an opportunity to show your loyalty to Christ. After all, isn’t it really
Yes, the Church is not a building, but the Architect of our souls, I believe, doesn't leave it at that . . .
Brotherly walls, defining who we are in Christ the Lord,
granted, no granite constrains, but the grace of God generously calls,
“Enter again!”, and we go to where a marquee shows the Sign
of the Cross lives His resurrection through the ecclesia-kind.
Freer than a deconstructed hall,
this building-up stacks the worship walls,
Walk the way of love,
if you want to know what “awesome” is,
a miracle in the tumult of the Cross,
where “die to self” has a peace-filled twist.
Not the buoyancy of the world markets,
where man’s applause greets winners taking tips.
This is affirmation of the deepest kind,
manifested in unfettered worship.
Get a conscience clear of obstructions
from offending God and dissing stranger and kin.
Let no memory
When I first tapped in a title for this, I inadvertently typed, "Childlike Fat". A typographical faux pas, but there's a lesson here, I think.
We should get lean as we wean off of what the Apostle Paul describes as "milk" and get into the meat of matters.
Ah, but how do we retain childlikeness in our heart-responses to God? How does fat give way to faith? I very briefly explore that below . . .
Upstairs, in rooms, Abba must hear all the screaming