“But you know if God should stamp eternity or even judgment on our eyeballs, or if you’d like on the fleshy table of our hearts I am quite convinced we’d be a very, very different tribe of people, God’s people, in the world today. We live too much in time, we’re too earth bound. We see as other men see, we think as other men think. We invest our time as the world invests it. We’re supposed to be a different breed of people. I believe that the church of Jesus Christ needs a new revelation of the majesty of God. We’re all going to stand one day, can you imagine it- at the judgment seat of Christ to give an account for the deeds done in the body. This is what- this is the King of kings, and He’s the Judge of judges, and it’s the Tribunal of tribunals, and there’s no court of appeal after it. The verdict is final.”

Leonard RavenhillWhy Revival Tarries

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        I have found a friend in Jesus, 
	he's everything to me, 
	he's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; 
	the Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see 
	all I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. 
	In sorrow he's my comfort, in trougle he's my stay, 
	he tells me every care on him to roll. 

	He's the Lily of the Valley, 
	the bright and Morning Star, 
	he's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. 

	He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne; 
	in temptation he's my strong and mighty tower; 
	I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn 
	  from my heart, and now he keeps me by his power. 
	  Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempts me sore, 
	  through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. 
	

	He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, 
	while I live by faith and do his blessed will; 
	a wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, 
	with his manna he my hungry sould shall fill. 
	Then sweeping up to glory, to see his blessed face, 
	where rivers of delight shall ever roll. 

Ah.

Thank you LaurynSweetland for last nights bedtime story.

SIN

The word speaks volumes upon volumes in its three little letters. Our lives are thrashed by sin. So much good seems to be completely undermined by it’s fiercely unrelenting grip. Christians are broken by it just as much as the rest of humanity. Controlled by feelings, doubts and darkened closeted secrets. We seem to know that we ought not to have these things in our lives, yet they remain ever at our sides, pulling and stretching us to certain destruction. How can this be the reality of the gospel? How can Jesus death on a bloody cross encompass only this feeble stumbling of mankind? ” We know that our old sinful selves were crucified with Christ so that sin might lose its power in our lives. We are no longer slaves of sin.” Romans 6:6 says this; it proclaims the power of the cross, saying that in Christ there is no sin, in Christ sin has no power. But where on earth have I ever seen a Christianity that looks like this?

Lately things seem to be changing. The church as a giant universal whole is not what it should be, you and I are not what we are meant to be. There is more to life than this comfortable religion of do gooders and right thinkers. Well isn’t there? Then sometimes I think I am crazy, sometimes I just wish life were as easy as certain people make it look, & sometimes I wonder if true reality is something quite different what we choose to see. We are so comfortable, so happy to live a “good Christian life”. Yet being a Christian in definition means being a Christ follower. Jesus gave us His Word so that we might see this played out, so that we might know what it truly means to follow Him unto death. But let us look closer at His disciples, the people that represent the day by day following of Jesus. Many of these men were martyred for their faith, they were scorned, & they spent their entire lives sharing the truth to all peoples and nations. This makes me wonder, wonder if perhaps we are living much differently than Jesus has called us to. If perhaps many of our goals and aspirations, desires and routines are really quite wrong. Many of our views of Jesus himself are derived from the soft picture book bible paintings of him and this modern society version of His being a “loving, kindly man”. Of course He is loving! But His love is something so much greater than our sickly versions.

Sometimes I just feel overwhelmed, unable to articulate, unable to change. But nevertheless, truth still remains. There is a mighty, awesome God who even now, among this darkness and stupidity, reigns in utter glory and perfection. Oh, how I wish I were not so easily blinded by myself, by things that are as meaningless as dust.