Priorities in a Suicidal World

Nothing can extinguish it. To the end of time it shall be there and shall always manifest itself, and men must never lose heart because of that. All [mankind’s ideas and struggles to create his own utopia] are absolutely worthless—the society in which utopianism is the great pursuit is the one that is about to commit suicide. The great guarantee that human life is always worth creating, always worth bringing into this world, always worth living is that there is built into it an indestructible awareness that life belongs to eternity and not to time. [This] shines with an incredible brightness in the one place in the world where you would not, under any circumstances, expect to find it surviving. The Catacombs.” —Malcolm Muggeridge, Firing Line #433, with W.F. Buckley, Jr., Sept. 6, 1980, PBS

We can preach politics or we can preach Jesus.

We can rage against the machine or we can love like Jesus.

We can trumpet conspiracies or we can comfort like Jesus.

People need Jesus.

Learn, live, preach, love like Jesus.

It’s what’s important—it’s what will last.

It comes at great risk and sometimes great cost, but it’s the one and only thing that can fix the world, one heart—one life at a time.

Remember.
—j

‘The Last Great Defenders’

“As Christians [in America], our challenge is to go back as close as we can to the Gospel and truly be the church. Increasingly, we’re likely to be a counter-culture. As that happens, we will be the last great defenders of reason, truth and human dignity, with the task of defending [the Faith] not just theoretically…but practically, as the early church did… Our privilege will be to repeat that story in our time.”

—Os Guinness (World Magazine, June 29, 2013)

Love like Jesus—never stop.

And vote Biblically.

Blessings,
—j

POTD: Truth or Dare

When people invent their own truths and live by them, almost always they expect others to conform—chaos and conflict are guaranteed to follow. Then comes the finger-pointing: radical movements, inept and hypocritical politicians and worse. But as believers, we know where we stand—we stand on God’s truth. Or do we?

Scripture tells us God’s standard of evil and good, and it’s easy to say we agree with it. But it’s also true that we manage to invent and rationalize ways to live by our own standards while still praising His. The truth is, our own flesh is as devious and rotten as the people we criticize as lawless evildoers.

Before our righteous indignation erupts today at the evil infesting the world, take a moment to pray with King David, who so wisely understood the necessary state of the human heart—lest we, too, hate like haters hate, and by the same standards—our own.

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

—King David, Psalm 139: 23-24

POTD: Bigger than Covid, Cabals and Despots

Take a deep breath. Let it out—slowly. Relax. Read. Something infinite, eternal permeates the trembling world—it’s greater than everything, and forever will be. Read it slowly—read it out loud. Tell yourself the story…

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair bowed down with care
God sent His son to win;
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin.

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong;
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song!

Could we with ink the oceans fill
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong;
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song!

F. M. Lehman

Amen.

The Starting Point of World Change

POTD: The true starting point of world change. Let’s Pray…

Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Then I will teach transgressors your ways,
and sinners will turn back to you.
Save me from bloodguilt, O God,
the God who saves me,
and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.
O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth will declare your praise.
You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.

—King David, Psalm 51:10-17

Thank you, Lord.

The Creed of Revolt

Satirist Steve Turner was something of a prophet concerning the creed of the current—or any—modern revolt…

“CREED”by Steve Turner
This is the creed I have written on behalf of all us.
We believe in Marx, Freud and Darwin
We believe everything is OK as long as you don’t hurt anyone, to the best of your definition of hurt, and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before, during, and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy is OK.
We believe that taboos are taboo.
We believe that everything is getting better despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated, and you can prove anything with evidence.
We believe there’s something in horoscopes, UFO’s and bent spoons;
Jesus was a good man just like Buddha, Mohammed, and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher although we think His good morals were bad.
We believe that all religions are basically the same–at least the one that we read was.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of creation, sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.
We believe that after death comes the Nothing
Because when you ask the dead what happens they say nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then it’s compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps Hitler, Stalin, and Genghis Khan.
We believe in Masters and Johnson.
What’s selected is average.
What’s average is normal.
What’s normal is good.
We believe in total disarmament.
We believe there are direct links between warfare and bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors and the Russians would be sure to follow.
We believe that man is essentially good.
It’s only his behavior that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions.
Conditions are the fault of society.
We believe that each man must find the truth that is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust.
History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth excepting the truth that there is no absolute truth.
We believe in the rejection of creeds, and the flowering of individual thought.
 
Post-Script: If chance be the Father of all flesh, disaster is his rainbow in the sky, and when you hear State of Emergency! Shooter Kills Ten! Cops on Rampage! Protesters Go Looting! Bomb Blasts School! It is but the sound of man worshiping his maker.
More to come…

What the Devil Wants from Us

The Devil wants us angry, because anger blinds people to reason and deafens them to dialogue

The Devil wants us to react, because reaction is anger-driven and anger blinds

The Devil wants us to ‘justifiably’ hate, because hate is a reaction of anger, which blinds

The Devil wants us to believe what we choose to believe—he doesn’t care one bit if we believe him so long as our autonomous beliefs are in conflict with our neighbor’s

The Devil wants us to stand and fight for our tribe and to remember that our ‘side’ cannot be wrong—because to divide is to dominate, and divisions come from anger, reaction, hatred and our own autonomous truth

The Devil doesn’t want us love our enemies and neighbors or to lay down our lives for others—anger is a foothold that works his will, even when that anger is justified

The Devil wants us full of outrage and righteous indignation, focused on whatever offends our autonomous sensibilities—because under no circumstances does he want us to see the big picture: how he is orchestrating through angry people a global coup predicted in the Bible, where he will dominate, deceive, divide and then reunite the world under a abominable man who will enthrall the world by fostering anger, hatred and autonomous truth against those who ‘disagree’ with him

The Devil doesn’t want us to think, pray, reason and respond like Jesus to the world’s chaos

The Devil wants us to forget that anger is his foothold and lies are his vocabulary

The Devil wants us to forget that Jesus will return to Judge the world

The Devil is just warming up the engines of destruction

And God wants us to know this.

POTD: A Prayer When God Does All the Talking

Confused, Stressed, Angry, Helpless, Hopeless. That’s everyone since Eden’s Fall. Humanity ruined God’s perfect creation—but the Maker still speaks amidst the ruins. Let’s pray—and let Him do the talking…

Come and see the works of the Lord,
the desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth;
he breaks the bow and shatters the spear,
he burns the shields with fire.

“Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.

—Psalm 46:8–11

Let it be as you have said, O Lord.

POTD: A Prayer in a World Gone Nuts

A world gone crazy is nothing new—it just reminds us how much we needed God all along. Let’s pray…

Many are asking, “Who can show us any good?”
Let the light of your face shine upon us, O Lord.
You have filled my heart with greater joy
than when their grain and new wine abound.
I will lie down and sleep in peace,
for you alone, O Lord,
make me dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:6-8

Now say ‘amen’ and rest.

POTD: God’s Nocturne

A nocturne is music inspired by the night. Twenty-eight hundred years before Chopin composed his nocturnes, someone sang out in the deep darkness of night. Join their song—let’s pray…

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and 6 my God.

My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.

By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

Thank you Lord.

(Psalm 42:1–11)