Love Inexpressible.

From the beginning of time, before the world was created,  You are love.  Great is your love that I cannot be separated from it.

A love so great that it heals my broken heart,  a passionate love that sustains my walk, a fountain overflowing love that  overwhelms my curious mind.

A love so great,  that words cannot describe, each night and day, sunshine and dark clouds, Your love remains still.

A love so great,  that it never fades away. Such love when it reveals makes me fill so much alive as I am captivated by Your comforting Hands and Your warm embrace.

Though with the naked eyes,  your love is invisible, only felt deep within my heart, yet assuring as ever, more than the world ever know.

The sound of your love may not be heard, but reveals when the grace is given.

The eyes of your love may not be seen yet so bright,  that it brightens the darkness of my guilt.

The numbers of your love uncountable, yet so  much that it covers all multitude of my sins. The arms of Your love invisible,  yet so quick to embrace me tight and never to let me wonder.

For where and who shall I tell about Your love, who will sit and wait,  as I mumble words which I cannot utter, as I scramble thoughts which I cannot think of,  for Your love is never revealed by the naked eyes, or felt by the sound of love but rests only in my heart.

In my own ability.

I came to Him just as I am, now with the ability I was once given, just as I was in my own strength, though I feel the urge to do something for Him.
After all, He has pulled me from the evil path of the south, and placed me on the path that leads to life.
I urged for the benefits of what I can get, unlearned and feeling trustworthy, am just as I was.
He saw my motives and reasons, I saw His hand and only His provisions, He saw my nakedness, I saw only a system to follow, He saw my heart. "Is not to him that willeth, not to the swift my child", He whispered.
Then again I offered my self-motivation though unseasonably trained, I pressed further, pulling every ability that I can summon, still in my own strength.
My creativity and sound reasoning, I offered. Breaking every barrier, unclear of the path where it leads, as the further I ran seemed as though I am drifting further away from Him.  "My child, it is not to Him that runneth", He whispers. A slight tear, a weak vessel shattered, I am worn out, fallen down, broken. Yet His hands were still upon me. He pull me up and set me down on His lap. Again He whispers, "it is I that showeth mercy, just rest in Me".

The Sons of Light

Let me tell you that the carnal man can't absorb the light of heaven, for I am Spirit and Truth.

For ever since time,  man has wondered around as the entire creation groans.

The sons of Esau and Jacob, weren't they brothers diverted to two different paths
And only one that traded all his spiritual heritage as the other retains it?

The man of the flesh will be the man of the flesh, the spiritual man is spiritual, yet all by my sovereignty.

Who are those that come to me?
Aren't they those that have been battered and beaten?

Those who the catastrophe that came to them they couldn't withstand but cried out to me?

For how else shall I make myself known to them?

Marriage in Heaven

I married you at the garden,  for two shall become one, one powerful force.  within the the two there is nothing impossible,  the original,  the natural form of mankind,  togetherness, unity, two with one mindset, with one soul and with one body.  A place of prominence,  a place where if both played each part and remained in position will both succeed in creating a heaven on earth relationship.  In a christain marriage,  for two shall agree and they shall conquer,  for two shall respond and it shall be done, there is no limitations to withstand, the world was to be yours.  I was to act on your behalf in the power of agreement, the oneness of spirit,  a completed mankind in a place of promise.  If only by their freewill they can set their eyes on Me. The will is what is now harder for them to achieve.

Seasons of distressed

A tarnished moment, the place where sentimental lands, the moment that saps out our spiritual strength, drains the communion of brethren. The small wind that blows from the south, the big wind that comes from the west. The weather vain is constantly turning, the seasons after seasons, dark clouds of rain and thunder, the love of others growing cold, no one to comfort the lonely soul. The wind from the north quietly blows through, a still wave of peace, the quiet storm that warms the heart. Good training from the Father of lights, the next session will soon start, but today victory was won, you stood the test. In times of trouble and sickness you stood the test. The better perspective emerges, you are almost a different person, a strengthened faith through a fiery furnace, through pain and suffering you have stood the test of time. You can now see His sovereign hand throughout every dark seasons.

Looking to the Light

I looked up, I see the lamb that was slain, slain before I was formed in the womb, the Redeemer of  all my wrongs, gone before me, the firstborn of all creation sent out beforehand to go before me to walk the dark valley, the gleam, the light, my hope, my God.
The moment I looked up, the bright light, the pierced gleam, the soul finds rest at last, the longing is over, the days of the past dissipates, the moment is everlasting. The worship, the fountain of life, the  presence that had been with me finally appears. The hands that guided me finally I can hold, the foot that walked beside me finally I can touch, the heart that comforts me finally I rest, the words that gives me  sound counsel finally I hear, the eyes that saw all my pains finally I can gaze. Such overwhelming joy,  such indescribable peace, such inseparable love!

Audience of One

Sing to me a new song,
Not the song of the angels,
Not the song of the choir,
Not the song of the musicians,
Not the song of the congregation
But the song from your heart
I cut you out from the midst of them.
Placed you in my palms, engraved my love in your heart
For my love dwells within you, in the innermost parts,
I am now your audience, I found you , I cleansed you, I cherished you, you are mine, like the pebble I smoothed  you and shaped you with water and sand.
I am the blacksmith, who forged you with chiseled and hammer.
I am the potter, I molded you in the wheel. I am the one that kept you, I am the one that shielded you, I am the one that fed you, I am the one that clothed your nakedness, I have formed you in my image, I have sent my Son to die for you, I have sent my Spirit to guide you.
Sing me a new song, not the song of the angels, not the song of the choir, not the song of the musicians, nor from the congregation, but a song from your heart.

Kept

Kept from falling, a wick that is frail, the days of apostasy draws near, the rapture awaits. Who are those that have fallen? Isn't it the angels from above, now kept in dungeon waiting for judgement? A judgement swift and devastating, yet justified.  But those that have been redeemed, the beloved ones still rests on the Master's hand. But to keep those of His own ready for eternity,  the Master will prep them, gives them the assurance as sons who were adopted into the glorious liberty. He preserves them with fire and water, chastening them with rods, wooing them with His love, His promises, yes and yes. Although the sheep sometimes wonder, looking for a greener pasture, the wolves are much welcoming as they taught,  but the Shepherd breaks through, draws the sheep out of the wolves mouth, lays it back in His pasture with the still waters just to wait, kept for eternity, kept forever.

A place for the dead.

The body returns to the ground, oh, what a likeable individual, so generous, witty and with an impeccably charisma he had moved the crowds. His body now is being lowered by the undertaker, oh what such a sweet soul, he was patient, respected by his peers, he was a man of peace, he never stood in anyone's way, never stood against a cause, never bothered a soul, as his soul moves out of the body and his body returns to the soil. An angel appears, his soul travels,  oh, to where my soul will you take me, to where? Angel responds, in the surface you were, so amiable, you were loved by many, but I have to take you to the spirit world now. Oh where is this spirit world? A place of the dead, the Angel responds. Tell me Angel, why not heaven? Man was once breathed by God, this is man's spirit, you are a half man, your body is in the ground, your soul is here, your spirit is dead, God created you with a body, soul and spirit. In your body you ate, slept, and entertained your desires, in your soul you were generous, you had charisma, and you were actually very pleasant to be around, but your spirit was dead. Why? responds man. You never cared  to know God, you  had no capacity for the things of God, and you rejected his son Jesus  Christ who paid the penalty for your sins, so you can have fellowship with God . You are dead spiritually therefore I must take you to the place of the dead. A place where all the tormented souls live forever.

The Mystery Man

The darkness of man, flushed into the wayside, forgotten. The misery buried, tears washed out, man stands rejuvenated, regenerated and restored. Along with creation, he stands justified. The crown of glory he is given, by a mystery man with a nail pierced hands,  the mystery man,  we've known him, we never knew him, he was once in a dream, he was never in a dream, he was once told as a fairytale, he was never a fairytale, he was the man the world once knew, he was a man the world  didn't really know, he was God, he was not God, but for the man, as he stands, he is the God Man he had always believed , the story he always knew, finally his Redeemer stands, he sees.

North and South

Two men are camped beside the boundaries of lust, greed, malice, envy, and sloth. These boundaries are marginalized,  clear and concise. As each man crosses the boundaries,  one comes to his senses, changes his routes and heads North. Another man, full of rationalizations continues on with his routes as he heads South. 

A man's life.

What is a man's life if he has nothing else to live for. What is a man's life if he has no direction. What is a man's life if all he knows is what he sees. What is a man's life if when he dies he will always be remembered as a man who never lived. What is a man's life when he surrounds himself in his environment, those things which can only keep him down that he never looked up see to the Light.

The Immutability of God.

Speaking of God, we assumed that He had learned His lesson.  After all we are living in a new age movement as His ways still remain old fashioned.  And since we are living in New Age with new thoughts, ways and ideas. Why then does He remain immutable? Has He not watched any kind of shows on television lately? Read the latest newspaper?  Heard the latest music?  Why doesn't He change then?  It is said that He knew the end from the beginning. He must didn't learn anything new when He looked at the television or the morning papers. The newscasters must've not told Him anything surprising.

Strange Characters by a strange Author

Man or beast each move the same,  some run, some walk, some crawl and some jump depending on the circumstances. These four movements have their own consequences. When you run you can hit the wall,  walk but where to?  Back and forth a person can move aimlessly, crawl but for how long?  Jump but how high? 
Then noted that we are like characters in the book with names, personality,  preferences,  and a book written by an author.  Man is the character ,  the book is the earth.  But who is this Author that writes all these stories with these strange characters in the book?

Behind the crossroad

He is on the run for his life,  eager to relinquish the life that entangled him. He has fallen into many temptations, Numerous charges awaits him and soon on his way to the jail house.

Rehabilitated and now fit for society, he is soon on his way out from the jailhouse. The world so different, fights his way back into the system.  A log- jam. He is on his way to becoming an outcast, wonders about...

Comes to a crossroad,  either on his way to the jailhouse or on his way to stay out, decides to do neither. He takes his own life.

Bright light appears,  God appears,   God shows him lots of steps, each with his own footprints. He then speaks,  "fallen man, oh fallen man, I was with you in all these steps, couldn't you have called my Name?"

Man under the sun

A man loyal to the cause who planned about his future with more persistent and assurity. Convinced that he will sit comfortably til the end with considerable enthusiasm, he is never to missed a moment.
With self- motivating belief that he will eventually reach to the pinnacle, senses expectation with astonishing accuracy. Broken promises, suddenly his little world collapse. Hope shattered, the panic.   More of him is gone but not entirely.  He will live a day with better perspective, so he thought, telling himself a lie,  but more broken promises after another as he found no green pasture: all but a mirage. The death of a dream. The death of a statesman. The only remains of a man is the life that was gone. A quiet but firm voice out of nowhere, whispers "there is hope, I am your hope. He looks beyond the sun, sees new life, new discoveries- eternity awaits him. Jesus.    

Sexual Misconception

Take away the traditional part and replace it with the hip culture. Attack on modesty using cultural trends to breed the man.   Direct his desires to find something unreal,  wrong desires mixed with love and obedience - colored desires to draw him from marriage entirely. Meantime while he is in marriage, provide an adulterer emotion.  A flavor like the animal kingdom while at the same time he is hating what he is becoming.  Create a made in hell marriage using sexuality for his undoing. Use what he is given for procreation, corrupt it and used it against him. Build on this wrong desires with all kinds of flavor but leave out the substance of marriage. Give him just the taste of marriage but not the realism of it.

Meditation: Screwtape Letters by C.S Lewis.

Man's Program

He is a scorner of the century,  brash and boastful -a man of ill repute. A man though he knows about God, because God had made Himself known to him, yet resists. As God sets the stage for repentance,  places him with familiar people , places, with songs and with the beauty of His majesty all around him, yet he forsakes and resist the Force.  He doubts and reasons with God, a high road of destruction. When answers couldn't satisfy he rejects God altogether while his heart begins to harden. God is still reaching out,  but man drifts further apart. Man is found only in a glimmer, an empty room full of false hopes.  As the voice of God dimmers ,  he remains headstrong by his own convictions until gradually God is out of the scene. Man wonders about and finds his home in a pit where God can no longer hear him.

God's Program

A journey of a man who lived in places in what he regard as a life without limits. A junction that serves his own selfish needs. A place headlined as a point of no return, which by every man is deemed as despicably inhumane.  The street pigs that lay there can only vomit such a lowlife. There, he comes to a dead stop, meets God.  God reaches out to him, he resist. He goes back looking for love in the bosom of a perverted world.  This time the noise is louder and the earthquake more severe. God calls him out, he answers,  at least for a while, and then goes back to his lovers.  He is in love with his worthless idols, even as God destigmatizes him from them all.  More of the same, he falls,  God rescues.  God now takes away everything from him.  He can only depend on God or else nothing.

The laws of Undulation

Times goes on a tailspin the moment you blink an eye. One thing in life is  the ups and downs. One moment you are a young man, just haven't hit puberty, next moment you will see yourself again celebrating with a young woman on matrimony. You wll blink an eye to see the troubles of marriage, the responsibilities, compromise , and all the flaws that goes with living with someone. To blink an eye to see a day of celebration with friends, and friends of friends as a new baby is born.  The troubles of having baby,  the diaper changes, living in a shoe string budget, the late nights, and so forth.  To blink an eye, your promotion, is at hand, laughter and more laughter,  next you now have responsibilities that is stacked up to the ceiling, a new arrogant boss and grown men to babysit. You are either at the peak or at the valley , you are either crying or you are laughing, either joy or sadness. But one thing that remains constant is change.  You are always evolving to bad or worse,  to good or better.

The elites

He is an eloquent speaker, makes the impression as a leader amongst men. Shuns the past and foretells the future. With his wittiness he is regarded as a godsend who has implicated a way of life. He is surrounded by his liaisons who is at the beck and call of every word, loyal to the end, they match at every beat. They are to be the overlord of the newest recruits. Those helpless chap, the distressed, disillusioned, and dissatisfied ones, so will he lead to the same pit. Like a shrewd Butcher,  he will demand a penny for a slice of flesh, two for a pound , five for your entire soul. The nonconforming ones are hung by the noose- comply or be chastised. The bondage of Babylon, the backsliders pit stop.  But at the backdrop, the Hand of Hope still extends to those willing to escape.

Aimless Dance

The drummers have played his tune well. They have mastered the dancer's steps and, his moves and desires.  And with each sound, the dancer moves to the beat of  their tambourine.  He is to play the part and stay till the moon and stars give in . And when the moon and stars have long disappeared and no longer reveals  his heydays- the dim light slowly approaches. His youthful days are spent throughout the night with night blindness by the night crawlers, while in the morning and at noon his arms remain folded, his days filled with day dreams, living in his own imaginations.  When action time arrived, he turns into a maunder, an intracable, hyper critic who loves nothing but a day back at the same old place he was found.He is back at the same tune, back with the drummers, he dances away until his eulogy are read.

The Laughter of the Century

The pious man heads out to the sea world, out into the river and brushes off the waves of the sea . Cheered on by his peers he violently sails on, never misses a catch. He deals harshly with the storm, cruises through the waves of life and at each sea shore he flirts with death. Soon, he comes to the end of the river.  The water has now made his way towards him. The ocean is awake,  a sleeping giant awoken with a fierce storm.  Man has now found that the water only made way for the moment. He is swallowed by the fierce storm. For the water saw the pathway of the man and then laughed.

The Race of Time

I am running towards the surface of eternity.  I am placed between the two ages and beneath.  One thing that is certain is that both ages will soon pass by. I may go slower than usual but it will surely come to pass in an appointed time.  I will be stopping by for some refreshments to the house where there is full of lights. I haven't seen beneath the surface, but I heard it is extremely dark and the men down there haven't stopped wailing.  They said that it is in humanely hot and gruesome. These men have run the race of time and fallen, fear and regret awaits their destiny, wishing if they can only trade sides with the runners up here.

Grace

Grace is there when I need it.  When I fall into temptation, I need the grace of God to get me out of it. When I fall and stumble into sin, I need the grace of God for repentance. It is immeasurable and accessible than anything I can come across, abounds much more than my iniquity. What grace is not is a liberty in continuing living a sinful lifestyle.  Whenever I think of the grace of God, I think of those things used in case of emergency which I hope not to misuse all the time. Such items like an insurance policy, a fire extinguisher, a parachute, a spare tire. You cannot toy with these items very long because there are sort of a last resort that is reserved for a specific moment.

Mr itchy feet

The man of steel, a man of strong will. He races to the edges of the world and comes back with a vengeance.  He is cunning and ferocious like a hyena looking for his next prey. Some called him the busybody of them all. As he races throughout the world looking for a quick fix, he lurks and scrambles. All his motion is to resist the change against his unrelenting will.  Most of his colleagues has made known and warned of such hastiness yet he only inquires what he wants to hear.  He will soon be tormented by his own  miscalculations, bearing down on him like restless eagle.

Fallen Comrades

Just as we have ventured into an unknown territory,  some of the things we hoped to change does not always manifest at present.  But rest assured that we are indeed recognized for the good works.  As God credits each individual not as what have been fulfilled but on how much his heart was devoted to the cause.  Moreover,  nothing will ever come to full manifestation until the return of the Master to whom we must all give an account.  Those that have fallen asleep as well as those  caught in a snare of somekind will be present on that great day. So I say rejoice in time of grief for we who still remain, have few more days to work.

Broken Spirit

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The King's foe

Your mission was almost accomplished.  You had this world at the palm of your hands. You patrolled the hallways without hindrances.  The kingdom was yours even though you stoled it from the children of men.  Someday, perhaps you will be worshiped.This was your main hope from the beginning. But you were disgraced and kicked out of the place of prominence.  Now, another king greater than men had arrived, a King that has bruised your head with his heel. You are laid bared, wounded and frustrated. Once again he has removed your horn and left you headless as before.  Although you played your cards well, all the decks still belongs to him. You are the most unpleasant foe who will make the universe fumble. Yet, he is the one who will someday straighten it all out.    

Speculation

For years man has speculated the origin of the universe and found unanswered questions. The afflated minds have measured and tested the space,  phenomenon,  time and laws of the universe all came to naught.  Now all we really need is the best of the best  to show us the way and while we wait, the universe is worsen by each moment.  As many speculation still rests on hypothesis, we have seen revelation as much troubling conclusion. Perhaps, such revelation doesn't always rest well on other multiple theories but rather on the substance of faith. Only it is much more troubling to whom and where it is directly points to.

When the stakes are high.

If you put two overfed Lions in a cage and ask them to wrestle, one might dare to compromise but if you put to starved Lions in the cage and throw in a little meat sooner or later you find out which lion is the hungriest.

The battle between the sheep and the goats

I will drive out the goats and replace it with my sheep and I will expose the nakedness of the goats. He will no longer minister a Word for me. The goats will join the bear to help prosecute the sheep and will use his gifts and talents which I gave him against the sheep. The goats will be cut off and the bear will break his teeth by My rod. I will set my eyes on the sheep and keep him until the end. Yet some sheep may lose their life for Me. I will gather the rich together and they shall dispers their riches to the sheep and the sheep shall used the riches dispersed to give and build many souls. Many souls and much souls that can never be counted and they too will build on many souls and much souls for Me. I will stand and see  as I see that none shall take away those of my choosing. I have spoken