The Accuser!

On a certain day, in assembly, Satan came before the Almighty Presence.

In abject fear, he says:

"Greetings, God!"

In unveiled contempt, he says:

"Jesus."

Satan does not even acknowledge the working of the Holy Spirit but, instead, screams:

"Accusation! Accusation!!

"STATE YOUR CASE!"

"Those humans you created believe in ME! 
They belong to ME. 
I AM their GOD! 
I give them toys and earthly joys 
And they love anything that cloys and annoys!
And they are MIIINNNNEEEEE!
They kill Your prophets!
They love lies, and deceits, and quarrels a fair treat, and any ways that cause decay!
And they love, Love, LOVE MEEEE!!
Give ME what is MINE!!"

"Father. I love them."

"They despise your book of rules.
They prefer my style and live by my favorite rule "What I want I chose!"

"Father. I love them."

"They love the idols You hate! 
They belong to ME!!"

"Father. I love them."

"I want themmmm! They are Miinnneeeee!"

"Jesus. They are Ours. Redeem them."

"But they are are greedy!?!"

"Jesus. Bring them back."

"But they are scornful and spiteful!?!"

"Jesus. Bring them back."

"But they are murders and thieves and liars, and whoremongers and, and ...!?!"

"Jesus. Bring them back."

"BUT, BUT, THEY HATE YOOOUUUU!!?!!"

"Father. I bought them back."

"NOOOOOoooOOOOOoooooOOOOO!!!"

"SATAN! 
IT IS FINISHED!
CASE CLOSED!"

 THIS STORY CONTINUES!

What About My Soul?

Everybody is telling me about the comfort of my body!
Won’t somebody tell me about the comfort of my soul?

Everybody tells me of the pleasures of my body!
Why won’t somebody tell me where I can find peace and rest for my soul?

Everybody wants me to join a group which knows what’s best for the common man!
Why won’t somebody tell me about God and the Salvation that comes from His Hand?

Everybody speaks of, and knows, some being who
Knows of a sop to fix my body but of no one who
Will walk a little mile in my pinching shoes!
Please, my heart is really hurting!
My spirit’s in misery!
My conscience is really pricking
And my soul ... Oh, boo, hoo!

Won’t somebody tell me where to find
The Shepherd to lead me
The Holy Spirit to guide me
The Savior willing to take my place
And The Redeemer to wing me away
From the hell and damnation facing me
From The Unseen God people don’t care to fear?

But, inside of me I somehow know
That it’s important that I get into His Care!
And I plead for somebody in the know
Won’t you come and teach me, and help me to grow?

I find no satisfaction for my soul
Despite all my bodily comforts
So, if my spiritual life can be like gold
Please point me - anybody -
To The Living God which is in control!

I’m tired of doing what seems right to me
And then finding out it’s been wrong
I am tired of singing this world’s tune
And finding out it is Satan’s inspired song!

I don’t like Satan - he’s not kind!
I don’t like his tune - it makes my teeth grind!
I don’t like his dance - my toes are all mush!
And his lyrical gymnastics make me feel like a lush!

People, please stop telling me
Of peace and security!
Won’t somebody please tell me about the King
And His Blessed Home called Glory?

Prized Memory Chest

I have an untidy table

That’s set up shop within my mind

It holds the trials and troubles of yesterday

And sins that I can’t seem to leave behind!

One day, I sat talking to Jesus

And wondered why this should be 

He looked at me so tenderly

And I just started to glow!

“Little One,” said Jesus, so kindly

“You say you trust Me, but no!”

“You give me all your troubles and trials,

But the sins, you just won’t let them all go!”

“I promised that I would cast all confessed sin

Into the Sea of My Forgetfulness!

I’ve forgotten, and forgiven you of them, but

You’ve locked them in your prized memory chest!”

“This is not what I want, Child, for you

For stored sin is like a diseased boil with a crust!

You pick it, and pick it, until you’ve torn the crust off

And it is soon running all over with pus!”

“No! Child of Mine! I offer you better!

I paid the price of your crimes!

I took to myself all your sins -

I love you enough to have died!

So, look to Me!

Give it up! 

Go all in!”

“I AM the Lord of All Creation!

I AM the Lamb of Calvary!

I AM the High Priest of the New Covenant!

I AM the Great King who set you free!”

“Look at my hands! Do you see these nail prints?

This is because I love you so much!

So if you say you love, and trust, Me

Wipe your table clean, and please fold it up!”

“With no space available for storage

No favorite spot for a safe hiding place

You will be free from Satan constantly accusing you

And calling you a Christian Disgrace!”

“My Child:

 I AM able to bear all!

I AM able to carry your load!

I AM the Lover of your Soul!

I AM Your Savior! Your Redeemer! 

I’ve got this!

I’ll see you at The Victor’s Abode!”

Name "IT" and Claim "IT!?"

My "friend" got angry with me
Because of the stance that I take
She thinks that for a Christian I am foolish
And she calls me a big fat fake!

My "friend" has been following the trend that
Is totally sweeping the church
Believing that if you can name it you can claim it
And you won’t be left behind, and in the lurch!

Well, I should tell you that we had
A great parting of the ways
Because I refuse to join in the movement
That purports to reach God in many ways!

I don’t care what my "friend" thinks of me
I don’t want my best life now
For anyone who wants their best life in the corporeal
Really doesn’t need Jesus anyhow!

So if you have a problem with my lack of possessions
If you have a problem with my empty purse
If you have a problem with my unfashionable clothing
Don’t feel sorry for me! I don’t view my lack as being a curse!

Jesus Christ has promised me a mansion
If I trust in, and believe Him, and walk
Straight along the narrow path way to Glory
And ignore the heathens, and their lotta long talk!

So I will make my own declaration
I will state here my own case
I will not follow the multitude to do evil
And I will not play at Satan’s Burning Place!

I am going to name King Jesus
And I am going to call Him my God
And I am readily going to claim Him
As my Savior, my Redeemer, and my Lord!

Mine, mine, mine!
King Jesus is mine!
He knows my name!
And He’s not leaving me behind!
To Him I give glory!
To Him I offer my praise!
Sorry, "friend!" I can’t join you at your party
'Cause I ain’t burning in that great blaze!

I Get The Impression

I get the impression

That some people think

That God is a fool

To trot out on occasion

And set down on the center stool

To be used to amuse

Like He's just some cheap tool!

I get the impression

That some people think

That God is a stool

To sit on upon occasion

While we play the fool

Acting all cool

Like we were back in school!

I get the impression

That some people think

That God is a tool

To dig out on the occasion

Of some emergency dire

To be sharpened and e’en inflated

When we face the mire and the fire!

I may be wrong

But impressions do count

For I, too, am guilty

Of neglecting and least counting

The role of the Master

As we tread life’s vale!

He’s here for all seasons

Not just for the soul’s travail!

So, please, join now with me

Let the Master take charge

Let Him be the leader and

In your life loom large!

The fool is what Satan thinks Him!

The tool - it was His cross!

The stool is where we sit by Him

As He tells of the great cost

That He paid to redeem us

To save us - His children - from eternal loss!

Please don’t minimize Him

You can’t Him maximize

He is God - the Creator

In Him our lives we realize!

So bless Him!

Exalt Him!

To His Great Name - give praise!

Sing glory, hallelujah

For soon He will us raise!

John 1:1-5, 10-14 (KJV)

¹ In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

² The same was in the beginning with God.

³ All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

⁴ In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

⁵ And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. 

¹⁰ He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.

¹¹ He came unto his own, and his own received him not.

¹² But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:

¹³ Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.

¹⁴ And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.

Remember the Sabbath, and be Happy and Blessed!

 HAPPY SABBATH!!

Temple Made of Time

SABBATH

S ix days are made for our work

A nd the Seventh is for our refreshing.

B ountiful blessings are reserved for those who

B elieve and choose to remember to set

A side this blessed time to

T abernacle with the King, the

H oly One – our Creator, Redeemer, Provider and Sustainer.

Isaiah 58:13-14 (KJV)

13 If thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the sabbath a delight, the holy of the Lord, honourable; and shalt honour him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words:

14 Then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.

 TO SABBATH

MEANS

TO

 AND

TO REST

AND

TO REMEMBER

OUR CREATOR GOD!

The Seal of God is found in the Sabbath Commandment i.e., the Fourth Commandment of the Decalogue