I want to write something To a world that is in the process of losing To write about the greatest gain Greater than your worries and pain I want to use a wooden brush To draw a heart on dear old death Pouring out crimson ink A sprinkle of life no final death The certainty
The Race of Man born of the earth Proud and hardened humankind So sinful from our very birth Corrupted heart and soul and mind Abide we in our realm of sod Delight we in our frame of clay Dead in our deeds our spirits flawed Perfection came to make a way Yet there was such
The ancient wisdom. Salvation. You.
The Apostle John received something from the Lord Jesus that he shares with Christians in his first epistle. We are little children. John may be, in a sense, a sort of spiritual father to the church. This tenderness for the flock in his care is what he learned from God, and John shares it with the children of God.
What you fail to notice may be dangerous. The Christian life isn't meant to be one of solitude.
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.
Normalness in the Christian life is often bitter, often sweet. Failure and success often hinge on motivation.
— 1 Corinthians 3:12-15 "Now if any man builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each man’s work will become evident; for the day will show it because it is to be revealed with fire, and the fire itself will test the quality of each man’s work. If any man’s work which he has built on it remains, he will receive a reward. If any man’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss; but he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire."
To quote the cardboard signs: "The end is near!" But this is not a warning or for hope or for fear. To quote the popular worldly proverb: "It is what it is."
