Little Boys & Grown Men

I know four little boys and in the summer time, they swim once a week in my pool. Three of the four are now deep divers. The shallow end of the pool holds little to no interest for them. Once a person dives deeply, it is nearly impossible to suffer the shallows, the easy entry points. These young ones dive and jump and pencil straight drop into the deep, over and over again. They throw in rocks and bring them to the surface, and sometimes their lungs hurt from breath holding and from their intense efforts. They do not think about how many times they throw, dive, retrieve, surface, they just do what they do best, and have learned they can manage; repetition has given them the strength to endure and has taught them to almost endlessly continue. Hunger interrupts them, otherwise there would be no end to their diving endeavours. The pool is their watery life training ground. I have never met children like these; they are a rarity, because their parents are a rarity. These children are being trained up in the ways of the Lord, and the world is their playground. Fear, is not a factor, for overcomer's like these.  

The eldest of the four made a sign years ago: it reads, Jesus loves you. He stood on the grass outside his home and held the sign up for passersby to read. He loves Jesus, and wants everyone to know what he knows. White board, markers, message, a sign of faith extended to the lost, those that may not know yet about a Saviour, The Saviour. Is this bravery? Is this young one acting boldly? I tell you no, he is not. At the early age of nine, and he is now eleven, this little darling became a messenger. He doesn't know quite yet, that people like him are targets to be persecuted by an unbelieving bewitched world that hates Jesus. He has yet to learn, what being as gentle as a dove and wise as a serpent means. He has been taught about sin, repentance, forgiveness, and that Jesus died on a cross for the sins of the world, including his. Thus far, he has been shielded from the voracious viciousness of wicked men. I pray he remains unaware for a very long time, and that God will give him and his brothers strength to face the heart ache of loss and betrayal, when they realize what vileness is in mankind. 

Now let us address together, dear reader, the weak and cowardly grown men that know Jesus died a bloody brutal death at the hands of corrupt criminals that hated the Christ, men that call themselves pastors, supposed men that soften the blow by refraining from speaking veraciously, about the Living Sacrifice, The Lamb of God, the Only Begotten Son, that takes away the sins of the world. What are we to make of these hirelings, that want bums in seats rather than noses in scripture? What are we to make of pretenders that take Jesus out of the gospel, to patronize the people that they think will run the other way when the Truth is spoken, and actually heard? 

I call them pathetic prophets of doom. I say they are unsavoury saps, imposters and degenerates that wake up as dead things that do not know how to speak Truth because they do not have the Truth within. They don't have the Holy Ghost animating them and moving them toward heaven, so that those that follow their lead, can travel the unseen highway to heaven too. For shame, calling yourself a pastor and leaving the Bible out of pulpit or off the stage, where pleasant performance as a weekly gig, matters more than submitting to the will of God. 

I can attest to the fact that those that hate their own waywardness, long to hear the Truth, and long to have someone speak it plainly. The pastors and ministers, priests and reverends that do not plainly profess Christ as Redeemer, the only begotten Son of God, born of the virgin Mary, suffered under Pontils Pilate, crucified, died and was buried, was raised on the third day, for the sins of the world, are not men of God. They steal from listeners, staying superficial, skimming the surface, refusing to dive deeply and take people with them, so that they can feel breathless and like they are drowning in a sea of their own deadly sin. 

It is when we recognize the weight of our own sin, that bore down on the perfect Man/God, that we can no longer swim mindlessly in the shallow end. Deep calls to deep, and wading in isn't an option when the magnificence of God's mercy hits the heart hard, breaking up the stone, so that we are free to give our all to him, because he gave his all for us. 

Psalm 42:7

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me

We have very little time to waste now dear reader. Souls are cut, bruised, battered, and wandering in the dessert. People do not know God, and yet they need him for their very next breath. It behooves us to love the people we know to the cross of Christ to see him hanging there as the sole sufferer for the cumulative sins of the world. It is our responsibility, if we call ourselves Christians, to pray and plead for the lost, to know Jesus as Saviour, and to repent and ask for remission for their sins. 

Death and hell or the gapping holes we humans have dug for ourselves, and what people don't want to hear, is that they are heading in that direction without Jesus as their soul Saviour. Given the choice, I will always choose the purity of my little squirrels, the little boys that profess love for the Lord, and display their love without any signs or hints of self-consciousness, over men that feign love for God that put words in Jesus' mouth that do not belong there. Praise be to God for the little children filled with faith. 

But Jesus said, Suffer the little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven (Matthew 19:14)