How does it feelHow does it feel
(who knows who these days)
Head on Your body
How does it feel
(if only they knew)
Makes Your skin
nasty- lifeless- diseased
covered in worms?
Digs You up out of the grave
Writer's BlockI sit down to write.
Blank page wins.
My brain just blinked
My pilot light is still on
So my Pilot must be near.
I still can't hear
But that's my fault, I know.
I wish You were a bit more straightforward.
NoahContrive Salvation, says the Lord
And rescue all My house aboard
Until I my objective meet-
Contrive Salvation, if you please
And render to the mouse his cheese
And to the Tanniyn, veggie meats;
For now, like ox and calf he eats.
Contrive Salvation, noble charge
And you shall yet complete this barge;
One hundred years and more to go-
Yet I'll be with you, even so.
His Voice has not brightened my ears
I am not misguided;
I am weary.
I go on.
Her voice wraps 'round my head:
Nothing shall detain.
This holy work
is something I
Sleep can slumber in solitude.
I am weary, weary.
I go on.
Until I can go no further;
I stop, murmur
Lord why me
why this why now why why
Where shall they
How shall they
How shall I
A hand on my shoulder;
I stop, wonder
Prey, Thou ManChew.
He froze. Not-good sounds again. Must move on.
Placidly, he reached down to drink from the glistening pool, his giant tongue idly ladling gallons of water into his gorge. Until a familiar scent came wafting towards him and-
Must go. Not safe.
He started to back up when their eyes met.
She watched him, idly sucking her finger. Her lar
The LORD'S Plea of SalvationThere was no other way for me,
To redeem my children lost.
The means of which to do this feat,
Was sending you my Son
Down I sent him to your midst,
An infant first, the Son of Man;
He walked among you with my love,
With him I was so pleased
But as he showed you who I AM,
Through miracles and wisdom deep,
Your hearts of stone sang hatred bold;
Redemption was at hand!
I gave him over to your plot,
Fulfilling all I said I would.
You beat and mocked him, laughed and spat;
My Lambyou slaughter him!
But through his blood spilled in your stead,
The path to cleanse your sin is him,
From death to life, again; he lives!
This plea I bid to all
Turn, repent and dwell with me
My Son's gift is for you.
And as new hearts each day are wed
Unto meour spirits one
With leaps and bounds my yearning grows
To take you home my bride.
The 2nd Coming
We looked up and we saw a bright light coming down gently on us. Our hearts leaped for joy as we could feel in our hearts that our hope of His coming was finally true.
As He and his angels drew nearer, we heard him say:
"Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world."
The words echoed in the air. For a brief moment all stood in awe as our thoughts began to sink in, It is Him. He is finally here!
I began to run towards Him through the crowds. As I ran I saw people standing still with tears of joy. Others were dancing and singing praises. Yet others were running just like me. Tears of joy streamed my face as I ran. Then, my guardian angel appeared before me and he took me in his arms and upward we went, up, up into the sky, into the illuminating light.
Reclaimed"Did I not promise you that you would see God's glory?"
He almost looked hurt. His eyes, still glistening with tears, shone like a live coal fresh from the flames.
She gaped, awed into silence. Something within her started to burn as she saw Him turn towards the tomb.
"Roll away the stone," He repeated.
For a minute, no one had moved. She had rushed towards him, thinking He had wanted to see his body, saying, "Lord, please, don't he smells "
Now they just stood there. A tight feeling passed over the crowd, waves of cold mixed with tinges of warmth. No one dared shatter the feelingwho knew what would break loose?
He turned around and motioned towards some young men. "You four, come, please! Please, roll away the stone. Don't be afraid."
They looked at each other in disbelief, then, very slowly, made their way towards the large seal. They passed just in front of Him, and He patted the back of the last one, whispering, "Thank you," through a teary smile.
HollowShe always thought that God's eyes were hollow.
Emotionless. Empty. Like looking into a dark well that held no water at midnight. Something mysterious and unattainable, wild and supernatural. She knew that God loved, but she couldn't see how the God of Moses and Abraham could love like she did. Like humans did. It had to be something else entirely. After all, He was the beginning and the end. He was just something she couldn't comprehend. And so she prayed, night after night, looking out the tiny window above her bed at the empty desert sky and imagined God looking down at her, imagined the inconceivable eyes and just asked.
She started at the soft steps at the door, surprised that her Son should be home so early. She turned to greet Him with a warm smile, when she stopped short. Blood ran down His temples, the piece of wool He held in His hand too saturated to hold any more. She hung her head and sighed. He didn't need to say anything.
"Their daddy is dead," He said, startling he
A Supple Attitude and AgendaIf you are in service to God, lean not on your own understanding of what service to the Most High means. For there will come a time that your desired path of service to Him may differ from the path of service He may ask of you. But I ask you my brethren: will you know, will you yield to His voice should He call you to a different path than the one you have familiarized? If He sends to you a messenger from your family, a friend, a complete stranger even, a messenger from a source you may not be expectingdo you know whom you serve well enough to recognize His voice when He speaks?
My brethren; whatever avenue He chooses to communicate with you, will you know His voice when He speaks? Will you humble yourself in submission to accept the path He will ask of you?
A God-fearing man says to himself, 'I will live a life dedicated to sowing seed that I might grow abundant crops and help feed the poor; that will be my service to God.' So for many seasons he live
Jesus death was not a sacrificeJesus death was not a sacrifice.
That's what some people say nowadays to invalidate Jesus death.
God is a God of order. He reigns with righteousness (Psalm 5:8, Isaiah 33:5) and He has a law (John 14:15, Psalm 119:33-35).
When a human law is broken there is a "payment" to make, either by going to jail, doing community service etc. When God's law is broken there's also a "payment" to make. It is the just thing to do.
'...sin is the transgression of the law' (1 John 3:4) and 'the wages of sin is death' (Romans 6:23). When Adam and Eve broke God's Holy Law (Romans 7:12), they sinned, condemning themselves and their generations to die.
Couldn't God make it so they wouldn't have to die? Why are the wages of sin death?
The problem here is not God. The problem is sin. When they sinned they stopped being perfect1 and imperfect people can't have perfect babies, that's why we all have (inherit2) sinful natures.
Perfect + sinless = ete
If God loves me why would He send me to hell?A question I've seen and heard many times. Often used to justify a sin.
People mistakenly seem to think that because Jesus' sacrifice on the cross was sufficient to clean our sins, we are forever saved regardless of what we do. His sacrifice wasn't meant to take away our sins so we could keep living a sinful life, walk away from His righteous ways and still somehow get to heaven. He sacrificed Himself for us to ensure that even if we sin, we can have the hope of being redeemed, of being forgiven and saved, if we accept our mistakes and ask forgiveness.
"He himself bore our sins" in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; "by his wounds you have been healed." ~1 Peter 2:24
Nowadays, people want to be saved, but they don't want to repent. Repentance is: "To change one's mind. A change of heart, that involves turning away from sin" (Ezekiel 14:6)
"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us fro
Blessings in Servility"Any service performed for another, so as to cater to their needs, is an honor. From the high king himself to his regal army; from the royal guards to those in service to the law; from the cup bearers to armor bearers, to inn keepers and merchants, the household servant, the farmers and even the stable hand; all have a position of nobility as it is an honor to serve. For it is only through service that we are given a means to profound understanding of humility and submission. And from this also: a means to love and respect being refined.
"Service is not something to degrade mankind but rather to uplift and perfect it. Though in its uplifting it isn't meant to lift one above another but rather unite them to one common ground; because each person in service is placed where they need to be in accordance to the will of God. In our service to one anotheras stewards of the responsibilities entrusted to usit is but a shadow of the way we are to serve God. According to our talen
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Student Artist Brings Story of Redemption to Life
Sarahi Remolina, who held the pivotal conversation with her brother while in high school several years ago, has created 30 digital paintings tracing the redemption story from Lucifer’s fall to the New Earth as a student at Southern Adventist University.
A conversation between a brother and sister about life on the New Earth has inspired one of the most ambitious series of paintings that an Adventist artist has ever produced of the story of redemption.
Several paintings in “Eternal Redemption” remain unfinished after two years of work. But people flocked to view the paintings at Southern Adventist University’s gallery, which were on display from early December through last week, making them the most-viewed student art exhibit ever organized by the university.
“We had more visitors than ever for a student show,” said Giselle Sarli Hasel, Remolina’s mentor and the gallery coordinator.
“It was an incredible blessing to all who came,” said Hasel, an assistant professor at the university’s School of Visual Art and Design.
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