Accessories

... accessory to the ruin of any precious soul: I am pure from the blood of all men, the blood of souls, page 214, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, Matthew Henry's Commentary.

I ask you: 

• Are you an accessory to the ruin of precious souls? alternatively;

• Are you pure from the blood of all men, the blood of souls?

The apostle Paul could say unequivocally, Wherefore I take you to record this day, that I am pure from the blood of all men, Acts 20:26. He follows this assertion with a qualifying statement in verse 27: For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.

The counsel of God, dear reader! That is what gives Paul the right, to adamantly proclaim I am pure from the blood of men. 

I am considering seriously whether or not I can make similarly bold statements, as this man of God. When I think of Paul, previously known as Saul, jealous for his faith as a Jewish man, committed to old testament fervour for the law, so much so that he was persecuting Christians with holy misplaced zeal, and compare him to the humble, meek, willing to be beaten, be thrown into prison, suffer ill tempered malignant misuse, and ultimately be martyred as a servant of the living God, I am stunned at the transformation. I confess, my "transformation" has been snail slow, with lots of stunted growth, missteps, and periodic regressions, and I do believe I am not alone, meaning; sanctification isn't a rapid get holy quick schema, it is more like a progressive plan over a lifetime of getting to know the Lord, and following in his ways.  

Paul had single minded focus, directed at sharing all he knew about God, declaring unto attentive listeners, those that wanted to hear and receive truth, the counsel of our God. Many a folk don't want to read or hear that God is our God, the One and Only, and yet, it is impossible to avoid, no matter how much magical thinking people engage in ... God is undeniably Creator and Sovereign, and Paul knew it with such confidence, he had to share this wisdom with all, so that he was more then qualified to state: I am pure from the blood of all men. For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God. 

Think with me now about the first question I asked you above, Are you an accessory to the ruin of precious souls? I hope you are not, and I sure do hope I am not an accessory to this type of crime either! This begs the question: Who are these accessories to the ruin of precious souls?

Well there aren't enough blank screen pages available to place all the names on, dear reader. Suffice it to say, that all who deny the living God, all that insist upon others turning their backs to him, all that lead and mislead people they say they love, away from him, ruin precious souls, or at least, they attempt to ruin precious souls, whether they are cognizant of the fact or not. 

I think back to the days when I attended Village Green Community Church, here in London Ontario, Canada. During the week, space in the church was rented as a place of second language learning for immigrants, mainly Muslims. Since devote Muslims pray at specified times during the day, and they were in a church, the staff faced a moral dilemma, with the question: Do we allow this praying to a foreign entity, in a church dedicated to Christ and his followers? The sound decision of No, this must not be permitted, was arrived at, and subsequently, the contract, and income for rental of the facility, were respectively terminated, and discontinued. 

Fast forward to 2020, and the very same people shamelessly locked their doors to their parishioners, while performing church "on-line", in compliance with lockdown demands from the government they bowed before, without hesitation, or seeming regret. These people were not on-line, they were out-of-line, and the abominable behaviour continued when they opened their doors as a vaccination clinic, thus turning themselves into accessories to the ruin of precious souls, and they weren't the only ones. 

Men of God are commissioned by God to share his counsel. Men of God do the work of believing in the One that God sent, namely, in Jesus as Christ, the promised Saviour of the world. Men of God proclaim the King at all costs, without worrying about their next meal, or what others think, say, or believe. Men of God suffer hardship willingly, and never ever, acquiesce to wicked governmental imposition at the expense of their flock. Here is what Paul had to say in parting to the Ephesians, Acts 20:28-31:

Take heed therefore unto yourselves, and to all the flock, over the which the Holy Ghost hath made you overseers, to feed the church of God, which he hath purchased with his own blood. For I know this, that after my departing shall grievous wolves enter in among you, not sparing the flock. Also of your own selves shall men arise, speaking perverse things, to draw away disciples after them. Therefore watch, and remember, that by the space of three years I ceased not to warn everyone night and day with tears. 

Take heed, and all the flock

The Holy Ghost hath made you

Overseers

Feed the church of God

Purchased with his own blood

Grievous wolves will enter in among you

Not sparing the flock

Men shall arise

Speaking perverse things

Drawing disciples after them

Watch

Remember

I ceased not to warn everyone night and day with tears 

And so we have it, dear one, warnings from the past that pastors, overseers, rulers in our modern day churches, really are accountable for not heeding. They are purveyors of demonic death dealings, securing income via filthy lucre. My former church commenced renovations in the basement of the building during "shut-downs" ... I wonder where they suddenly got the funds for such extravagant fixings? Do a little research, as my son did, and discover how lucrative the cv scam really was for many self-serving and satisfied pretend churchmen. 

If you see my statements as accusatory indictments, then you are correct. I have yet to have a pastor set me straight, or say they did no such things, because they did, and they know what they did. They did not fearlessly do as the apostle Paul, sharing the gospel to all creatures with ears to hear, and even sharing it with the stone hearted, that wanted to kill him for speaking of Jesus as Saviour; despite all prophesies regarding the Messiah coming true in their lifetime, they simply would not give up their rulers and religion, and that, is exactly what we see now. 

Few call Jesus their master; many rule and reign as though they have their very own tiny kingdoms, and their reward will indeed, be given them while they walk this still green earth. Their recompense will be in eternity, for being accessories to the ruin of precious souls. 

There is only one Right Way, and it is Jesus Christ.

Change Catalysts

I am a pretty placid person ... No wait, wait, that's not what I meant to type. I am a pretty pleasant person, by nature. I am friendly and quick to smile; I engage in playful banter, and I am often the first to start conversation with strangers. Certainly though, I am not placid, defined as not easily upset or excited. 

Another definition of placid is calm and peaceful: these adjectives appeal to me, and I aim to accomplish the goal of being calm, represented in a tranquil and peaceful demeanour, before this year is up. I have my work cut out for me, dear reader; I come from a long line of reactionaries, and I must model myself entirely, after Someone else. 

If I am not placid, and I am easily upset and or excited, the question would be, Over what? or at least, that would be the question I would want asked of me: Linda, what has you so upset? A follow up question can run along the lines of: What makes you excitable?

My answer to my own questions: 

If we look at excitement in a good sort of way, we can leave it out of the equation, because I do get excited over wonderful people, animals, plants, places, and things. When I look at the descriptor upset, I see that it is the very thing I cannot stand, that I want excised out of my being. 

Now, to fine tune this process for the both of us, dear reader, I will explain when I get upset, and perhaps you can relate.

I get upset, in fact I become infuriated, when I am cheerily going about my business, and somebody I know, throws verbal dirt in my eyes, my ears, my mouth, so that all I can see, hear, and taste is, well, dirt! I am being kind of funny with this metaphor, but that is precisely how it feels when an unsuspected attack takes place. I rub my eyes in unbelief, scratching my eyeball lens; I shake my head, tipping it sideways hoping to unearth what has gathered there; I fill my mouth with water, rinse, and try to spit out the grit, but man alive, the stuff is hard to rub, shake, and wash off. The assault on my senses, have me upset in seconds flat, and before I know it, I become the Tasmanian devil from Bug's Bunny, whirling and muttering unmentionables! 

While I may be reasonably miffed at my assailant, and suspect them forever and ever after this, and previous incidents, it is me I am irritated with, for following their lead into a snare set for me. If this sounds paranoid to you, then clearly, you either haven't experienced a difficult person in your lifetime, or you think other people are just plain old innocent, and must not be considered evil or wicked enough to plot and scheme against you, or anyone else: that is delusional thinking, and as I am inclined to say frequently, your naiveté ought to be dropped on its head, and you must make sure it is dead, before you carry on with your saintly minded self. Back to me now ... 

I recognize that not everyone upsets me, but there have been some people in my life that caused me grief, and vexation. They are the ones I now consider as my change catalysts. I think of the apostle Paul, persecuted, beaten, driven out of synagogues and towns for preaching and teaching the gospel, and how he modelled himself after our mutual Master, Jesus Christ. He knew Satan's ploys and tactics, and he went about the business of professing Jesus as the Saviour. He washed his hands of those that brought damnation upon themselves with their blasphemies and vicious violence, and dear reader, Isn't it all we can do, when we are kind and thoughtful and yet, it is somehow turned against us, by those that have a disgruntled and dirty disposition? 

I am working my way toward calm tranquility, and peacefulness, in all circumstances. As long as we walk this earth, we get to practice perfection; we get to eliminate our own wiley ways; we have opportunity to be more like the King of kings, as sons and daughters of the living God. 

In the mean time, I do not want to be on my guard. I want to be aware, and then from there, choose The Way, over my learned from family ways, when once again, I have dirt thrown in my direction. 

Peace, be still, the Father loves you. 

Honesty

Jesus makes honest men and women out of liars. 

Love isn't manipulative, punitive, deceptive. Love isn't easy and free and furtive at the same time. Love doesn't speak cruelly; it does not insinuate and suggest sinister motives directed at the innocent. Love isn't making others do what we want them to do, because it works into our scheming, plotting, and planning. Love isn't a strong arm that bends and twists wrists and necks. Love isn't ugly, crude, or lewd; it does not injure with insults. Love does not shockingly blind side and surprise, or cause sucker punch vexation. Love, isn't a pleasant sweet talking monster, in disguise. 

As a Christian, my greatest delight is in knowing my Lord as Truth. When truth is the standard you and I live by, trust not only develops, relationship is built upon it, as a foundational piece. 

During a conversation with a close friend, I had a revelation about my desire to live life based solely on truth. I observed this about myself: I smoke out liars from their hiding places. I realize how repulsed I am when told lies, either to myself by myself, or told to me by another. This has been my way, since I was very young. My plea as a child was, Truth God, please, only the truth. Some facts are hard to face, and sugar coating a fact to make it more palpable, can ease suffering, for a time. If many facts are coated in saccharin sweetness, to ease the pain of facing truth, lying will become a way of life, making differentiating between truth and lies, almost impossible. I know a liar that attempts to masterfully deceive, and had some success in her younger years with her bait and switch techniques, but this person can't fool me anymore, or anyone else for that matter: she tricks only herself. She is a self-contained, self-absorbed unit of misery, because no one wants to be in relationship with a liar. This leads me to my point of writing: 

If you love Jesus, you loathe lying and ultimately, you won't be able to tolerate the company of liars (including your own company!), if you are inclined toward exaggeration and machinations. How can you trust yourself or enjoy your alone time, as a deceiver, dear reader? Jesus is Truth, and embracing him means letting go of all self, and other, deception. One of my favourite bits of scripture is this reminder: 

John 8:32

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free

I want to know truth, and be made free, but as I am indicating, not everyone feels the same way, or wants to live in the Way of Truth. Swapping out facts in the mind and then speaking them out loud, doesn't change a thing. The truth cannot be downgraded to semi-honesty, or partial validity, and kinda-sorta-somewhere-near verity. Verity, is fundamentally important, and must not be tampered with ... unless of course, a person just plain old prefers fabrication, as a form of mental and other manipulation. 

When Jesus spoke, people were either convicted of their sneaky and sinful ways, or they were miffed for having him suggest they were anywhere near wrong, in the ways they conducted their lives. Nothing has changed since he walked amongst humans: we don't like being told we are liars, sinners, thieves, deceivers, and self-serving, and yet, when we recognize this is what puts a wedge between us and God, us and others we say we love, it acts as a catalyst for change, or at least, I think it should ... What do you think, dear reader?

I am inclined to apologize for this piece of writing because of what may be considered, a harsh tone, but I will not, for this reason: liars have destructive tendencies, and I feel compelled to address the issue. We are all very capable of lying, and have each one of us, suffered consequences for our own self and other deceptions. I am not attacking humans, I am going for the throat of Lie, as an entity; I want to choke it to death so that it cannot speak, and ruin relationships. Honesty, is truly and forever, the best policy, and dear one, I know this, because Truth is Jesus Christ! 

As always, I recommend Bible reading. There is nothing like The Bible to help you and I see, how, when, and why, we deviate from truth telling. Humans have a propensity to dodge uncomfortable truth because we want to continue doing what feels good, but this is not how God wants us to live. He wants us to come clean, be cleansed in the sin free blood of the lamb of God, and dedicate our days to following in the Saviours sacred footsteps. 

If society cumulatively committed to biblical truth, liars would have no place to hide; Love would prevail, and souls would be saved ... that, is the hope, and my perpetual prayer. 

Lies are empty nothing burgers: no substance, nothing to hold on to, empty of soul satisfying calories; useless as malefactors. Perhaps you see them the same way, and if not, might I suggest you consider changing your mind?

Nothing burgers, bought and sold at a vender near you. Are you paying the ultimate price, by filling up on frivolous fomenting fraud?

That last question was a fun one to formulate: I sure do hope you see Truth as the only possibility, to free your mind and spirit, from deceitfully hellish lies. 

Acts 17:28

For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring

As a daughter of the living God, I want to be like my Father in heaven. Who, pray tell, would you like to emulate?

New Age, New Demons, New Altars

There is no such thing as a new age, dear reader. There is young, middle, and old age, but no new age. There is the Ancient of days, and the age old story retold generationally; but new is a slippery fish in the hands of master manipulators, that ply their trade of selling lies. 

I am fond of old timers, the men of yesteryear, that understood how circular, and return-to-sender, life really is. I am not the first person to notice, that with the so called advancement of technology, demons speaking out of the mouths of wicked men, suggest that there is not enough land, food, or water, to go around; and that conservation with severe governmental restrictions, and some mass murder thrown into the mix, are the only ways to preserve mankind. This is somewhat maddeningly hilarious, and so contrary to the teachings of scripture, as to be outrageously ridiculous. The last breath I took, came after the one before it. My most recent breath, in and out, will have others following on their breathy path, until of course, one day, God will say, That one, right there, was the last one. I will eat today, and sleep later tonight, and somehow the land I walk and travel will reach this way and that, without a hint of shrinking or disappearing under my feet. The chemical trails above my head will continue to checkerboard criss cross in the sky, with paid pilots making their living in the most vile of ways, and yet, it won't be them, and the metals they spray my way, that kills me; I will expire when God decides my purpose on planet earth has been fulfilled. Demons are contrary, aren't they, dear reader? God's providential care continues though, doesn't it? despite what the news tells us about our mutual, impending demise. 

If God wants to smite, he can, because he has before; that is the prerogative of the all powerful God of the universe. The giver of life can take life away too, but I ask you, Is that okay with you, dear reader? Are you accepting of the facts, that God with his infinite wisdom, is not only entitled, but must, as Creator, be seen as just and righteous, in giving life force, and removing it too, when he so chooses? If we switch things up like the demons do, we see that man wants entitlement, man wants to determine who lives, who dies, and man imposes suffering, destruction, and death, on other men. 

One of the things I love about The Bible is the commandment not to move border stones. 

Proverbs 22;28

Remove not the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set.

Landmarks are fences, lines of demarcation that say to passersby, This is mine, do not enter, unless of course, you have been invited. Property is established with title and deed attached, and what is mine must not be infringed upon or stolen; and what is yours, dear one, must not be lifted from you or removed. A crime is committed when we are stolen from, and it is not just property I speak of here: it is our well-being, our mental, emotional, spiritual and physical well-being. All the new agers, the ones that think they can outwit God, attempt to steal his Sovereignty, and they are the sickest sellouts of humanity among us. They infect others with their grotesque self-aggrandizements, seducing the weak to worship them as demigods, at altars that bespeak of the presence of the dark one; they take violent liberties, when they impose their arrogant demands on others.  

When I look up at the skies, and I see the white stripes drawn there, that dissipate into murky, smudged, and ugly looking misshapen non-clouds, that drop chemicals on the people below, I see invaders and raiders of borders. When I hear the new agers, the fools that believe they will live forever, by mixing and mingling human flesh with manmade devices, I see intruders that sully what is sacred. Mental manipulation mucks up minds, and illness of the mind is epidemic, and has been since the dawn of man, because men just plain old love their imaginations, far more and far better, than they love the Lord God, than Truth incarnate, Jesus Christ.  

The devil is a liar and a thief, and those that belong to him have his traits; they cannot help it, dear one. We, you and I, are progeny, and we behave similarly to the daddy that makes, or breaks, us. God owns all souls, and yet some are said to have sold theirs to the devil. I don't believe selling my soul is possible, and I don't believe it is possible for anyone else either. I do believe, people love this life more then they know or love God, and that they will do anything, including the devils bidding, to secure as much as they possibly can, to survive as comfortably as they can, while they walk planet earth. The soul, placed in the human body, is always and forever God's, and he does what he wills with the soul, when the shell we are in, expires, 

Silly sullen sulky man ... pretenders and frauds ... new agers with an age old problem ... deny God, deny yourself eternity in his presence ... how impetuously impoverished you are. 

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. 

How exciting, dear one, to read scripture and have the opportunity to calibrate to Christ! You want new, a you that will never die but rather, will always and forever be vibrantly alive? Be in Christ Jesus: he makes all things shiny, bright, and brand new. 

Storm All Around You

Jon Thurlow

Shhhhh ... Listen

Luke 2:13-14

And suddenly there was with the angels a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Can you hear them; the angels and a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God?

Here, dear one, are the lyrics to Storm All Around You:

I know there are creatures all around You
I know there are lightnings and thunderings
I know there's a storm all around You
Holy holy holy

Verse 2
I see seven lamps of fire burning
I see a sea of glass mingled with fire burning
I see the Son of Man with eyes of fire burning
Burning burning burning
Interlude

Oh woah
(REPEAT)

(Hallelujah)
Chorus
Halle-halle-hallelujah
For the Lord God omnipotent reigns
Halle-halle-hallelujah
For the Lord God omnipotent reigns

Bridge
Everyone in the temple cries glory
(REPEAT)

Hallelujah Lord

If you have ever wondered what repeating a refrain over and over again in heaven, will feel like, have a listen to this God glorifying song of praise. It hints at the prophesies found in the book of Revelation, and soulfully gives us a glimpse of how marvellous it will be, to praise God for eternity.

https://open.spotify.com/album/41Lezz...

I pray you are edified and lifted heavenward this day. 

This blog commemorates Mark Dersham ... one of God's favourite faithful saints. Mark could see into heaven.

My, Aren't You Gorgeous

Eyeball to eyeball, my mother faced the doctor that had just moments before, removed the last of her stitches. He spoke about skin care, and the importance of noticing when a spot becomes a permanent body resident, and how vital it is, to look for suspicious changes that may be sinister in nature. Sure, basal cells are the kind one would want if they had to choose a form of cancer, but even basal cells have a propensity to be problematic! Suddenly, without warning, I see my mother reach both hands forward toward the young doctor's face: My, aren't your gorgeous, were the words she uttered, as she grinned in his immediate, up-close-and-personal direction. 

I have to smile in the remembering. While the charming and very handsome man did his professional best to warn my mother of the potential dangers ahead, since she had already had surgery to remove naughty cells that did not belong on healthy skin, all my mother could do was notice how gorgeous he was. Never shy, always willing to compliment others, my mother went in for her own variety of truth telling, without a care in the world about what he was saying. 

Ahh, the hospital, with all of the fabulous staff. We had a good time, each visit my mother had to be seen, cut, sewn back together again, and have stitches removed.. Is this strange to you, dear one, to read? Mom had some nasty basal cell carcinoma they told us, that had to be sliced out of her back. Cheerily, mom took the news and did what any wise woman would do: she put on a robe, lied on her side on a table, and patiently got needled unto she couldn't feel, got a swatch of flesh removed, and continued to lie there while the surgeon of plastics, sewed closed the wound. How he did this is a wonder of ingenuity to me, and I am grateful for his skills, let me tell you! The fact that we had to go back and do some of it again, to get the wayward rascals that escaped the first time, was a bit of a set back, but clearly, it was not insurmountable: mom does what she must minus complaining, and she heals faster than you and I can blink. The second round, while mom lied on the table, was kind of funny. The doctor warned, You will feel a sting (or something to that effect) when the freezing needle goes in. As he proceeded, mom started to say Ouch repeatedly. It delights me each time I recall the expression on the faces of the surgeon, the resident surgeon learning from him, and his attending nurse. They were pained to think she was feeling pain ... I quickly eased their minds and said, She is joking. Suddenly, the tension in the room evaporated, and all returned to their cheery dispositions.

There was another bit of hilarity though ... my little sister wanted to see the swatch of naughty flesh that had been cut out of moms back, and when she saw it in a picture I sent her, she asked, They giving you fries with that piece of fish? My son, when I suggested he take a picture of the thing that used to ride uninvited on my mom's back, cheekily replied, What, and use it as a screen saver? This brought a chuckle up and out of the surgeon as he did his handiwork. 

I know, dear reader, what cancer is and how destructive it can be. I do not make light of illness, suffering, pain, or the discomfort that accompanies the malfunctioning of the body. I have an opinion about doctors and hospitals that does not match the thoughts of the majority, of the masses. When sick, so say some, a person can find ways to heal themselves and when that does not work, they can go to a learned professional for some advice ... and suggestions ... and the ill person gets to choose what they will do from there. 

I got an oil change recently, and the gentlemen that serviced my car offered my son and I bottled water on that hot day. The service man that drove my car in and out of the oil change bay, left my car door opened for me, and waited until I was safely in, before closing the door for me. The staff, that served my mom were gracious, kind, thoughtful, and willing to allow my son and I to stay with mom while she had her surgeries ... these people, the oil changers, and the cancer removing-then-sew-her-back-up team, are one and the same to me. There was excellence on both fronts; commendable, personable, delightful professionalism, with a flare for tender and sweet excellence in patient or customer care.

Medicine men and mechanics are equally, wonderfully, uniquely made, and so are you and I, dear reader. We each have an offering, and how we interact with, and love one another is ultimately, all that matters. 

The young handsome stitch removing doctor I mentioned earlier, grinned back at mom with his face in the palm of her hands. while continuing to speak his precautionary messages. He spoke things she already knew, which reminds me to always remember, we must never underestimate what others know, or what they are capable of: he was being dutiful, and so was mom. It was his due, to have her cup his face in her elder hands and tell him, My, aren't you gorgeous ... She was not dismissive, she was attentive, just like he was with her. They both smiled, and as we left, I hoped to never see his handsome face again, because hospitals and doctors are what I most, want to avoid. 

We leave an impression, don't we dear one? We can leave a sour taste in another's mouth, stamp an image in their memory that is hard to revisit, or we can be like honey on the tongue and lips, and a savoury scene when eyes are closed and last experiences are revisited. Jesus is the sweetest word on my lips. Jesus is the kindest image for my mind, and the softest place in my heart. Jesus can be seen and felt in the hands of careful cancer removal surgeons, and mechanics too, that hold car doors open for the weaker sex, otherwise known as females. 

Jesus is the Man/God that we must model ourselves after ... wouldn't you, agree, dear one?

John 13:34

A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.

NOTE: The giraffe looking in on the scene, was in the room with us, when mom had her memorable exchange with Mr. Gorgeous. 

Commissioned Work

Consider with me, the Great Commission. Gospel ministers are sent, after hearing a call. Cup your ear, dear reader, and listen: What do you hear?

Paul and Silas heard something similar to: Go here, go over there; go from town to town and share the Good News. When you are persecuted in one place, leave off, for now, and go to the next, and the next, not out of fear of insult, injury, and imprisonment, because those things are guaranteed (you will get danger pay in the end, with your reward in heaven), but because I have commissioned you to tell all who have ears to hear, that Jesus Christ, the Messiah prophesied and promised in the Old Testament, is the same Jesus that was recently in our midst, performing wonders and miracles, suffering and dying on a cross for the sins of the world, and rising again by the power of the Holy Ghost, resurrected on that third day to let the whole world know, he is the incarnate One we can trust as our King and Lord. I paraphrase, and suggest that you go directly to scripture for the elegant words to be found there. Never trust a mere human for glorious Truth, go right to God, dear one, he is the Author of life!

Consider now, another very different and opposing commission, of a foul nature. There were trouble makers everywhere the ministers of the gospel travelled. Out of petty jealousy and envy, Paul and Silas were followed, harassed, and harangued. Like stink, vile and putrid men were commissioned to follow apostles and disciples, and try to undo, the good that had been done. Matthew Henry says it best:

The persecution that was raised against Paul and Silas at Berea, which forced Paul thence. 1. The Jews at Thessalonica were the mischief-makers at Berea. They had notice that the word of God was preached at Berea (for envy and jealousy bring quick intelligence), and likewise that the Jews there were not so inveterately set against it as they were. They came thither also, to turn the world upside down there, and they stirred up the people, and incensed them against the preachers of the gospel; as if they had such a commission from the prince of darkness to go from place to place to oppose the gospel as the apostles had to go from place to place to preach it. 

He continues:

Thus we read before that the Jews of Antioch and Iconium came to Lystra on purpose to incense the people against the apostles, ch. 14:19. See how restless Satan's agents are in their opposition to the gospel of Christ and the salvation of the souls of men. This is an instance of the enmity that is in the serpent's seed against the seed of the woman; and we must not think it strange if persecutors at home extend their rage to stir up persecution abroad, Matthew Henry's Commentary, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, page 180. 

Matthew Henry states, The New Testament is to be examined by the Old. Which brings you and I to the beginning, so that we are enabled to understand the middle and the end, of the story of humanity. 

We have God, in the beginning, and he hand crafted a man, and from him (his rib), woman was shaped. Then there is the matter of a talking snake, slithering his way onto the scene to see what trouble he could stir up. Out of envy and jealousy, that creature wanted to put enmity between God and his image bearers, and just like many a silver tongued devil, this original soul sucker, mentally manipulated Eve and Adam, to rebel against God and his commands. 

Does this not sound too familiar to you? Is it not the ancient of ancients in all story telling themes? 

When mention is made of enmity between Satan's seed and the woman's, we see the children of the Devil and the children of God through Christ as Saviour, at war with one another. I will simplify here because I simply must, since there is absolutely no need to convolute or confuse. I reiterate: The Word of God is SIMPLE, and yet, many a man has made a mess of things, when there was no mess to make. 

We have God, and he made all living creatures, and inanimate objects too, by his power. Lucifer is a created being that miserably hated being so, meaning, he preferred to bite the hand that made him, rather than glorify and sing praises to God Almighty. Think with me, how many people behave similarly? Goodness asks that we behave in honourable, compellingly noble ways, and yet, we are like dirty rascals, dumpster diving, and coating our souls in filth with our repugnant attitudes and self-indulgent behaviours, until of course, we are bitten and smited with regret and remorse. Christ purifies and washing us clean: Christ lets us know, there is another way; you can stop sullying yourself. The preachers of the gospel are like deodorizers, and a breath of fresh air, that help us cleanse our ways, and give new life to our bodies and spirits. It is always about souls for those that speak of Christ, compared to the seed of Satan that endlessly want you and I too dirty ourselves, by using our minds and bodies in the most despicable ways. 

Turn on your TV and find there every possible message that directly goes against God's will and way. Walk about your town or city, and see flags and symbols erected at schools, churches, shopping centres, that blatantly indicate rebellion against God's commandments. I don't need to be specific, do I? Rather, let us take a look at you, dear one, to see what indicators there are that you have perhaps, purposely, or inadvertently, joined forces with the enemy of your soul:

1. Do you support gay pride, and wave a flag as an encouragement for these poor, disenfranchised, misguided humans?

2. Have you voted for a man or woman that supports the freedom to choose to kill their own offspring in the womb?

3. Are you complacent with euthanasia, otherwise referred to as self-murder?

4. Do you dabble in occult activities? Taro card or palm reading, paying fortune-tellers, seance attendance, ouija board. Do you have lucky charms, and wish people good luck?

5. Are you fornicating? Are you having sex with someone, or many someone's, or living with a person and engaging in intercourse?

6. Do you have sex with someone that has the same genitalia? Meaning man with man, woman with woman?

7. How about pornography? Do you watch TV programs or movies with copulation as, Just part of the story-line or show? Do you watch pornography in secret and whenever you get the chance?

8. What about saying, JESUSSSS, or CHRIST, when you are exasperated?

9. Are you married and fantasying about someone other than your spouse?

10. Are you married and having sex with someone other than your spouse?

11. Do you lie, cheat, steal?

12. Do you get high on drugs?

13. Do you get drunk?

Man alive, I could spend the day asking questions about the sin factors that drag souls away from God when indulged, but I do not want to belabour the point, since the real message is this: There are commissioned workers, and some spread the Good News of the gospel, which is that Jesus Christ is Lord, while others follow closely on their heels, endeavouring to cause upheaval and strife, discord and disease, amongst God's people. 

God's commissionaires speak truth, with the light and love of Christ in their eyes; Satan's commissionaires speak lies, with death and eternal darkness blackening theirs. 

We have all felt the pull to the dark side. We have all said and done what God commands us not to do, and fallen short of the glory of God. And, when we didn't know better, sinning felt terrible, but we managed to acclimate, and easily excuse and repeat our sins; conversely, once we know Christ, and are washed clean of the filthy sin that soils the soul with ashy soot, sinning becomes repugnant and despicable, and course correcting to Christ becomes more natural, especially when reading The Bible is a daily habit. 

We have commissioned work, you and I. We answer to a Master, or a master. If you doubt this, then perhaps you can seriously consider the concept of spiritual warfare now, in this very moment. 

I have to go, but will return to talk with you some more on this matter. In the mean time, might I suggest you take the time to think about your soul and how valuable it is to God, and how despised it is by the Devil and his seed? 

God loves and is called Love.

Satan hates, and is devilishly diabolical. 

You live for One, and die by the other. I pray you know Jesus Christ as your Lord, this very day, dear one, and sin no more. 

Do Thyself No Harm

What if someone cried, or bellowed, in a loud voice, Do thyself no harm. Would this startle you, and have you stop in your tracks to consider, Am I harming myself, and; If so, how? The apostle Paul saved a man from self-murder by shouting out these words in the dark hour of midnight. I consider this command to be a warning, and an encouragement too, to do myself no harm. 

Here is what Matthew Henry has to say on the matter, page 171, Acts To Revelation, Volume 6: 

Paul stopped him from his proceeding against himself (v. 28): He cried with a loud voice not only to make him hear, but to make him heed, saying, Do not practice any evil to thyself; Do thyself no harm. 

Matthew Henry points out that injury to self, taking one's own life, is doing harm. He proceeds to link all self-harm, including self-murder, to sin:

All the cautions of the word of God against sin, and all appearances of it and approaches to it, have this tendency, "Do thyself no harm. Man, woman, do not wrong thyself, nor ruin thyself; hurt not thyself, and then none else can hurt thee; do not sin, for nothing else can hurt thee. 

The expression, You are only hurting yourself, comes to mind, when I think of sin and how it insinuates itself into our thinking, affecting our heart rate, and having us barrel our way right into self-stimulated trouble. Isn't self and other murder symptomatic of a sinful society? Isn't it a curiosity, that killing self, or an elderly person, or someone that is emotionally in turmoil, or a babe in the womb, is now the encouraged norm, when clearly, life is our greatest God given gift?

I think of Job and God's response to him, when Job attempted to curse the day he was born. God silenced him by letting him know, that he, God, is not to be challenged or imputed, given he is Sovereign, and chooses to give life to each living, breathing creature. How dare we, as the created, decide to harm what is not ours, including ourselves, or any other human, when every soul belongs, to him. 

Ezekiel 18:4

Behold, all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die. 

Do thyself no harm is a matter of accountability. Might I suggest that when you do yourself injury, you pass along similar tendencies to the next generation. Is it not so, that alcoholism seems an inherited trait? Am I off-roading to imply, that physical, emotional, and psychological abuse, are learned behaviours that repeat themselves, from father to son to grandson; from mother to daughter to granddaughter? Any combination of relations can be used in this example of learned behaviours. Sin is deprivation, a dire and drastic form of deviation from God's commands, and we are promised the death of our own soul, when we indulge our inclinations, by giving in to temptation. 

I know you harm yourself dear reader. I don't need to know you personally to make this statement. We live in a carnal world soaked in sin; we are tempted to over eat, over drink, under exercise. We are encouraged to have sex for pleasures sake, and to kill would-be offspring, or put off having them, if the timing for raising a child just isn't quite right. The elderly are considered people to be suffered, temporarily, and put away from society to play bridge or paint by numbers, while housed in expensive apartments with no one visiting them, because it is their children's turn to live wild and free. We are, ultimately, encouraged to indulge our pleasures, at the expense of our health, relationships, and the ultimate price of sinking our souls into the pit ... but not by God, O no, he does not want this for any of his creatures. 

You, dear reader, indulge your own brand of self-harm. This is a matter to be investigated and discussed, either with God solo, or with a trusted Christian friend that will hear you, and love you to the cross of Christ, and right into his throne room. 

Do thyself no harm. If you belong to Jesus, you are a living stone, and the temple of the Holy Ghost:

1 Peter 2:5

Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ

1 Corinthians 3:6

Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you? 

1 Corinthians 6:19

What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?

Do not practice any evil to thyself; Do thyself no harm. Man, woman, do not wrong thyself, nor ruin thyself; hurt not thyself, and then none else can hurt thee; do not sin, for nothing else can hurt thee. 

I have living stones that are a curiosity to me. The picture included in this piece of writing is of blooming, living stones. I had no idea this plant produces flowers; flowers are God's gift to us, dear one, crafted to delight in their unique and intricate beauty. 

Are you a blooming, living stone of the temple of God? 

How can such gorgeousness be treated crassly, ignobly, and roughly? 

You must be gentle with yourself; kind and gracious, as though you are precious and sweet, hand crafted in the image of God. No abusive self-talk or maltreatment. Allow your conscience to speak truth to your mind; course correct, recalibrating to Christ, when you have veered away; and know that sin does not have to be the boss of you, because you are a thinking, feeling, capable human being, that does not have to suffer the consequences of bad choices, when you realize, you no longer have to continue making them! 

Sin no more is not just a possibility, it is a probability, when God is your focus and The Bible is your life manual. As living stones of the temple of God, we are richly blessed and when we bloom, it is a delightful display for our God to look down upon from heavenly heights. 

Do myself ... do thyself, no harm, dear one. Sin not, do not wrong or ruin thyself, or practice evil. Do not hurt yourself, and all will be well with your soul. 

At Midnight - Part 2

When last we met, the keeper of the jail brought them out - Paul and Silas - and next, they were asked the question: Sirs, what must I do to be saved? (Acts 16:30)

What must I do to be saved ... 

The keeper was saved from self-murder just moments before this enquiry. He had been asleep, in the dark of midnight, when there was an earthquake, doors opened wide, and shackles were loosed from wrists and ankles. All prisoners were free to leave, and yet, all remained in their cells. Paul, discerning what the guard would do to himself, cried with a loud voice, saying, Do thyself no harm: for we are all here. The keeper, called for a light, and sprang in, and came trembling (Acts 16:28, 29)

This turn of events is astounding. Consider with me a prison guard, respectfully addressing prisoners as Sirs, and asking the question, What must I do to be saved? The fright of his life, along with being instructed not to harm himself, had him trembling, and brought him to his knees, before men that knew the answer to his question. 

Do you wonder too, what you must do to be saved, dear reader?

When your spirit and body part ways; when the corporal is severed from the soulful, what will become of you?

Clearly, the man knew there was more to this life, than just being in his body. One of the lessons for me from reading this account of salvation, a prison break for the keeper, is how powerful God is, and how mighty the gospel truth can be for those that hear it and believe. It helps me immensely, by giving me the freedom to share the Good News, without worrying about pulling or pushing people into the family of God. It is never human effort, persuasion, or coercion, that saves souls; it is always hearing about Jesus Christ as Lord, and for those that hear and believe, there is joyful delight. 

And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, you and your house (Acts 16:31)

Does this answer to the keepers question resonate with you? 

Does it appeal to your spirit to be saved via the Redeemer of your soul?

What about your family members? Does it concern you, when you consider what they believe about life, and the after life?

And they spoke unto him the word of the Lord, and to all that were in his house. And he took them the same hour of the night, and washed their stripes: and was baptized, he and all his, straightway (Acts 16:32-33)

Word of the Lord

Spoken to him and all that were in his house

He washed their stripes the same hour

Was baptized, he and all his, straightway

I promised in our last time together on this subject, an order, a structure to being saved, and what follows soon after:

1. The word of God must be spoken to a person. So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God (Romans 10:17)

2. The hearer, must believe on the Lord Jesus Christ. Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believe on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life (John 5:24)

3. There is a change of heart, and an immediate change in behaviour. In the case we are viewing, we see the keeper, the prison guard, washing the stripes, the whip inflicted gashes and slashes, on the backs of Paul and Silas. This is a sign of repentance, and a willingness to show humility in the admittance of wrong doing.. The keeper displays tender compassion for the men that had not long before, been treated violently in their innocence. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and contrite heart. O God, thou will not despise (Psalm 51:17)

4. Straightway, he was baptized, he and all his. Baptism follows straightway, immediately, on the heels of salvation. How marvellous for the prison keeper and his household, to hear the word of God; to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ; and his Father that sent him; to have the assurance of passing from death unto life - escaping, being saved, from condemnation - now that is a real jailbreak, to say the least! - and to have their sins washed away, while calling on the name of the Lord: 

He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned (Mark 16:16)

And now why tarriest thou? arise, and be baptized, and wash away thy sins, calling on the name of the Lord (Acts 22:16)

From here, dear reader, there is newness. There is a joy in the Lord that is unmatched and unsurpassable, by any other pleasure. To know and love God, to feel his love poured out, is a deep and abiding bond of affinity, one that cannot be broken, and lives into eternity. Only those that belong to him, know of what I speak. 

Let us take our last look into the home of the jail keeper.

And when he had brought them into his house, he set meat before them, and rejoiced, believing in God with all his house (Acts 16:34)

We read of a middle of the night baptismal celebration and feast, with recently sprung from jail prisoners, Paul and Silas. They are now honoured guests in the midst of new family of God members. This scene makes my nose tingle with the start of tears. In a few short hours, this band of new believers have formed an eternal bond, in Christ as Lord. The messengers of reconciliation, Paul and Silas, are richly rewarded for their steadfast commitment to sharing the gospel ... souls saved and celebrated ... what could possibly be better than this?

Praise be to God on high.

NOTE: As ministers of reconciliation, we are promised persecution. Paul and Silas were maltreated by the unsaved, but here we see what can happen in the life of one man, and as a result, what the outcome can be for an entire household, that believe on the Lord Jesus Christ as Saviour. What must I do to be saved ...

This, dear one, can be your story too: an unlikely prison break, where you, as former captive to the carnal world, can be set free. 

Strength Training The Soul

Consider with me, dear reader, the value of exercise. Walking is a fabulous form of physical activity, and requires no equipment. Strength training, using body weight as a form of resistance, is yet another way to get, and stay, in good shape, meaning all your body parts stay were they were originally placed, resisting the pull of gravity. 

Why don't more people engage in physical activity? Do you have an answer for this question? People get up, shower, shave, get dressed, brush their hair and teeth, make their way to work, all while using their bodies to accomplish tasks; and yet, it seems the thought of exercise is repugnant to most people, when asked about their exercise routine. Eating habits are commonly a shame filled subject: overindulgence leads to self-deprecating thoughts and feelings, with a consistent monologue of negative comments directed internally at one's own character and being. We think badly of ourselves when we feel out of control, and when we decide to do something about the situation, it is a relief when we commit, and get results. Thankfully, our bodies are designed for exertion, and if this were not the case, we would not be able to get up and go, to work, to airports, to parks and playgrounds. 

I am particularly fond of the effects of resistance training using body weight, or free weights. I have seen reconfiguring happening in my clients when they start the process of strengthening their bodies, one workout at a time. It is outstanding to see, what half an hour twice a week can do for the commit to fit clients I work with; that isn't our subject though, dear reader. What you just finished reading is a prelude, a setting up of a theme, that I am calling strength training the soul. We will intertwine the concepts since the body and soul are intricately, intimately united. 

How does one go about strength training the soul? Let's pare this theme in slices that can be easily digested. 

1. Commit to truth telling. The soul, like the body, needs to be exercised. Lies misshape, causing malfunctioning. Truth aligns our insides and outsides. For instance, if I tell myself a lie, then repeat it to you, our foundation will be shaky, and our trust factor will shift with every bit of information exchanged. Physically, if I tell myself that donuts eaten daily, or fries consumed Fridays, minus any form of exercise, will not make me fat, then I am fibbing while adding flub to my gut. If I take you along for the food fun, and we both agree there is nothing wrong with what we consume, then we are colluding with one another while encouraging unhealthy habits. Lies told, lies shared, lies unquestioned, form a web of deception that traps the pretenders and holds them captive. 

Honesty about consequences is the only way out of this type of trap. What we speak and do, ought to be true, and when we commit to truth telling, we are forced to take responsibility for outcomes, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Truth telling can be a painful experience initially: it means we no longer have excuses or romantic/sentimental explanations for things we have said and done. Truth telling is a form of confession for sins committed. It is worth the suffering of shame to come clean as a truth embracer and teller. 

2. Commit to character development. Integrity is admirable, and when someone has this character trait, they can trust themselves to be themselves, no matter where they are, who they are talking to, or interacting with. A person of integrity is trustworthy, dependable, decisive, and has a clear conscience. Doing what is right when everything is going wrong; choosing to take what is known as the high road, when retaliation and recompense are demanding to be satisfied, suggests that a person has integrity. Jesus did not bend or bow to the demands of his persecutors, nor did his apostles and disciples. I always appreciate these men of valour, these godly examples of un-compromised integrity! It does not take courage to display integrity, all one needs is commitment, to truth, and strength is gained with every flex of this spiritual muscle. 

3. Do not compromise. Man alive, this one is a challenge well worth the internal duel. Compromise is crippling, and our society with its, You do you mantra, gives us the impression that we must accept, It is what it is (another common sentiment repeated ad nauseam). I say, So be it. So be it, dear reader, is definitive. So be it is final. So be it means, that if you and I are committed to truth, committed to living lives of integrity, we will accept that not everyone feels or thinks as we do. This does not mean we agree with their "version of truth", or that we "agree to disagree", it means that we stop, look, read, interpret, comprehend, and digest the differences we are witnessing, and then decide to proceed from there, without letting loose the grip we have on truth. In other words, we do not weaken our stance and begin to limp, in order to make someone else feel more comfortable in their wobbling. 

During the covid crisis, there was much embracing of lies bought and sold. Characters were compromised and corrupted, because fraud was consumed quickly, like fast food empty calorie full meal deals, The road to truth is paved with shards of emotional and spiritual glass, strewn in front of us, like bottles broken and smashed by each of us as individuals, and each of us as parts of the collective. It is painful, soul shattering, to think of the anguish covid has caused. Our only prospect of healing the hurt is truth, un-compromised, and never sullied by insipid lies. Covid caused a cancer that festers, and it is a sign and symptom of a sickly society. Covid must not be given any quarter; it must not be granted a reprieve: covid has been cuddled and coddled, and somehow excused as a witness, despite its being the vehicle of mass murder. Compromising on this truth is unacceptable, because it is a lie told and repeated too many times, and acts as a block to the freeing of conscience. 

4. Pay attention to your conscience. We know right from wrong, and that is why we lie; I read this idea long ago, and I have to agree. We lie to ourselves and others when what we want, is not what we ought to have. I may want to eat and drink without counting the calorie cost to my body, but that is not what I ought to do. I may want to avoid and evade responsibility to God by pretending I have done nothing wrong and have no sins to confess, but that, would be a lie, and my conscience will be pricked and pester me, causing a low grade emotional fever, if I don't come clean. Conscience is a gift from God that assists in character development: conscience is our personal character strength trainer, and when listened to, those lie shards of broken glass on our path, get swept up and tossed in a garbage can, never to be seen again. When we are honest, there is a purity that starts to shine through ... grin, this is such a lovely thought, isn't it, dear reader? 

Of course, strength training the soul is not a 1-4 step-by-step process, it is more like a minute-by-minute string of choices we make, based on the circumstances we find ourselves in. The bottom line, is truth telling, without compromise, builds character, and strengthens our trust factor, giving us a sense of wholeness and integrity that is trustworthy. 

I want to be trusted and I want to trust, don't you, dear one?

Jesus is my model of excellence, and he is known as the Truth. Imagine that, being known as a truth teller ... grin again, that is a goal worth setting and embracing.