Avoid Death or Live Life

Are you tired of knowing that trouble comes for you and me?
Tired of knowing that death is getting closer hourly?
Of this dark cloud, you wish you could finally feel free?
Well you are in luck! Just listen closely to me.
I have just the product for you to see.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “Tomorrow”
It pushes away all care and sorrow

If you have an assignment that must be done
But you would rather sit out in the sun
Just use “Tomorrow” and the battle is won
The assignment is pushed away and you can have your fun.

If you have a room you know you must clean
But to be honest you would rather watch TV.
Just use “Tomorrow” and the results will be seen
The task will be pushed and you can watch the Premier League

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “Tomorrow”
It pushes away all care and sorrow

If you know you have to visit your neighbour
Invite them to church or just do a kind favour
Just use “Tomorrow”, don’t hesitate or waiver
It will push back their chance to see the love of Your Saviour.

If you have a brother or sister you must forgive in your heart
Or forgiveness you must ask for evil done on your part
Just use “Tomorrow” and you won’t have to start
Leave it to “Tomorrow”, it can mend the broken heart.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “Tomorrow”
If you cant pay for it, then borrow.
After all, you can always give it back….. tomorrow.

If you have Ten Commandments you have to follow
Don’t worry. You may not have to obey right now if you just use “Tomorrow”

And you know if you have to meet Jesus, your pride you will have to swallow
But instead, you can always give Jesus “Tomorrow”

And best of all, “Tomorrow” pushes away the pain
The pain of knowing you might have to change
Because the more you use “Tomorrow”, the more you forget about today
The more you use “Tomorrow”, you forget the consequence you have to pay.
And you would think that things would stay the same.

Ladies and gentlemen I can offer you “Tomorrow”. But I can’t promise you today.
For today is a present from God offered free by His grace, I can’t make you pay.
But if you don’t want to use today to do all you can and say what you should say.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “Tomorrow”

So either avoid death by chasing my offer for “Tomorrow”
Or try living His life today and chase His promise of eternal life to follow.

Ladies and gentlemen, I offer you “Tomorrow”
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Empty Pews

My Church is made of empty pews

Yes, that’s right, It’s true

And if you were to be honest you would say the same thing too.

Because the last I checked, its plain to see

The gaping holes that stare at you where the next warm body should be

And why aren’t they here!? We shout at the righteous attendees

As for us and our houses, we serve The Lord fully.

And you know, I can’t blame them.

Amen and amen!

Afterall, they don’t see from God’s point of view

When He says My church is made of empty pews

The single mother who felt she was never welcome in the presence of the holy

The teenager who heard one thing, saw another and realised this might be phony

The singleton who tired of trying to find their one and only and there is nothing like a room full of perfect couples to make you feel so lonely.

The mother who weeps at the loss of her child and would rather stay alone

The child who just discovered what it’s like to get attention and finally feel that they belong…..away from home

The old man whose heart is on fire but his legs have turned to stone

The former leader, disgruntled and frustrated, the playa who can’t keep his hands out the cookie jar

The uninvited neighbor sitting at home, the longing soul that looks from afar.

The scared, the angry, the curious, the poor, and certainly the many, many more.

Open your eyes and you will see them next to you

The people who fill the empty pews.

Why can’t we see them, all we see is hot air.

Like the words out of our mouths to be fair.

Because each empty pew is a child of God who could have been there.

So instead of casting that judging stare at that empty chair

See it as your opportunity to care.

The empty pews are members if we care enough to share

……His point of view

My church is made of empty pews……

But His church is full

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Photo Credit – empty pews on easter day by andrewspear

I Want God to be a Porn Star

Yes, it sounds blasphemous but I hope I make my point fast and clear enough to make sure you don’t believe it is okay to be a creep with no respect, reverence, or love for God or any of His daughters.

Is there anybody who starts watching porn, hoping to find their wife? The woman who they will be tied to for the rest of their life in this world and continue to love for eternity in the world to come. Watching porn has nothing to do with building a relationship with the actors on the screen. They get on screen do what they do with no regard for me but it makes me happy and then when I am done with them. I walk away happy until I need to be satisfied again and I put the actors on the screen again.

Sadly I can actually connect this to the prayer life of many of us Christians. We approach the throne of God with no intention of getting closer to Him. We just rattle off how we feel, what we want, skip to what we want next and then take off. We want God to be there and look attractive, be an excuse and fulfill our desires and then leave us alone. Like a porn star.

God is obviously not a porn star, then why do we treat Him as such when we pray? It maybe because, like porn stars we don’t have a desire to have a relationship that will last eternity. It does not occur to our minds that our desires are failing but that there are only two things that we will carry into eternity for sure. Our relationship with God and the character that that relationship moulded.

The other reason is that we find it easier to attribute to God the traits that we desire and the characteristics of the things we seek solace in. Who I expect God to be will not change who God is, but it does affect what I expect from Him and why I will feel disappointed when He does not put my life in the position that I expect.

Instead we should be investing time in finding out who God says He is. So the next time we want to rush through our prayer time and rattle off a to-do list, try think about telling Him the actual situations in your life, thank Him for what went well, why you are like you would to a friend, but even more a friend who you expect to spend eternity with. And not someone who you can turn on and off.

Hide me away

Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another

-Romans 12:10

A friend revealed something very private to me. It was not something he was proud of. When he told me, he couldn’t look me in the eye. He could only look at his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers and his wedding band. Either that or lift his head up and look off to the left like he expected someone to intrude on his privacy and this sacred but shameful moment. The problem is I was still trying to make sense of it and why it bothered him so much….

In between all the hand wringing and the eye darting he was telling me about how he could not control his lust for women. His desire to press the flesh of a woman right next to his own body. This would be okay if I was talking to anyone else but he had a relationship with God. A strong relationship with a God who said to look upon a woman is committing adultery with her in his heart. His Christianity made him a man of integrity, honesty, kindness and of victory over temptation…. except for in this one battlefield. And all this I could understand. The fight for him was real. The reality of having to fight the desires that went against God and against all the good he knew. The fight to gain self-control through the strength God gave him. The fight to resist the magnetic draw of the female forehead…..

Hold On by ArcZero

Yes, foreheads! That was his problem, that was the trigger. Now you can see why I could relate to his whole circumstance except this part. I did not know whether to laugh or slap him and tell him to snap out of it.  Come on! It is the forehead. I mean you don’t hear people say things like “She is so hot! How can you deny the beauty of that forehead!?” They don’t pick which super models will grace the cover based on their sexy forehead!

But the shame, the concern, the battle scars written all over his face…. These were familiar to those I had seen in the eyes of someone struggling with porn, or another friend struggling to keep their marriage together, in the mirror. These and the still small voice that told me to listen were the things that kept me from bursting out laughing….. well those and the fact that I recognised helpless when I saw it.

However, part of me thinks he is the problem. There have to be a few screws loose or a childhood trauma, or a demon in him. He can not be right in the head.

What he should do is control his eyes. Look down, wear a blindfold, wear a baseball cap, do something to stop this trigger. His lust is the problem. He is the problem. He has to be…. It is just foreheads for crying out loud!

But here he was crying out loud for help. And  there is no way that the women of the world would give up their freedom to dress as they want and cover their foreheads to make sure that he makes it into heaven… Unless they loved him that much. I mean that would be a crazy kind of love. Where he could walk in a room full of women who knew of his weakness and cared enough to help him as far as possible. Imagine a room full of women wearing all sorts of headgear. Bandannas, headbands, headdresses and one who just throws a tea towel over her face as soon as he walks in, just to show their support in his struggle, even if just for a day. Where his brothers and sisters in Christ would pray for him and try to understand the magnetic pull of the curvy, sensual, female forehead. And show him that while he is the only one struggling with foreheads, he is not the only one fighting the good fight, And yes, the fight is good.  That is unreal and unreasonable to ask for. Unrealistic.

Of course it is unreal. Because the whole story is made up. There is no friend of mine struggling with the sex appeal of foreheads. But just think. The uniqueness of each person’s struggle against addictions, sin and its triggers are very real. Does our love for each other drive us to try help each other and not think of ourselves for at least a few minutes? I expect a room full of women in headgear or women throwing tea towels over their heads just as much as I expect a room full of men poking out their eyes. But what I would really like to see is someone on their knees in prayer before they leave their house asking the Lord to help us be a pillar of support to the next struggler, a light to the next seeker.

I strongly suspect if we actually loved each other and loved God supremely we would cover some things (not necessarily our foreheads) in love.

-image credit: Hold On by ArcZero