[i]Your bit which you have eaten, you shall vomit up, and
spoil your pleasant words.[/i] Pro 23:8
Notions! Opinions!
The imagination run amok.
These vain, unchecked, untested ... contestations.
The stench of mingled and mangled truth.
Religionists! Pharisee's! Legalist's
Fundamentalist's ... Recalculated, reapportioned from
suspicious minds, defenders and prognosticators, labels
to throw about, a sword to thrust through the soul
longing for purity, honesty and truth.
Oh Lord, we have gone astray! We have become afraid
of our own kind! Of hurting their timid souls and not the
grieving of Your Holy Spirit. We will launch off far too
easily to perceived injury, to contention and quarreling
over the most trivial of matters and not once stop to
listen to what You might say to us...
Oh Lord, send revival if for no other reason than to
frighten us to the core for our lack of reverence and Your
great Holiness, Glory and Honor. We have no fear Lord!
No appreciation of how mighty and terrible it is to fall into
Your hands! If our feeble minds could but stop all the
constant chatter should we not recognize that even Your
love is a devastating matter. That the cross of Your Son
is the very terrible combined justice of wrath against sin
and love ...
Oh God, we are bereft of knowledge and full of
foolishness. The great littleness of our stinking opinion.
We are afraid with a wrong fear. Of purity and testing.
We think Your word is a playground or a armory
whereby we pickup what suits us and wield it as our
desires direct us. We have not learned the true lesson
that Your revelation needs Your interpretation, not ours.
How dare we ascribe human knowledge to decipher
spiritual truth. If we have not Your Spirit we are in great
danger to even approach Your thought, but because the
sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily,
therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in
them to do evil.
And we, [i]we[/i] of all people, who do know You, who have in
measure Your Spirit dwelling within us ... Have we just
glazed over, settled into some diabolical comfortableness,
hardened our hearing by a lack of silence, contemplation?
Is it my heart that is grieved alone? Or is it Your Holy
Spirit grieving and convicting me of my own folly! Surely it is I. Not
praying as I ought. Not listening to my own
counsel, to listen to You, Oh Lord.
We want to be heard! But I wish no such thing any
longer. Let the Lord be heard. Let every last proclivity of
this fallible tongue, this shaky pen, this corrupted,
untested, unchecked thought, deed, action, be silenced
before Thee. Enough! The Lord be exalted! The Lord be
glorified! The Lord is risen, is King, is all in all.
But I must go on to speak. Am compelled. It is as if I
have torn the fleshly robe asunder to let out a cry
against this hideous evil. This repulsive thing. Let me
state right up front, if I am wrong smite me with the fist
of kindness, it is welcomed and desired...
Andrew Strom, God bless your soul for having the sheer
courage to stand up and uncover this grievous error that
is making inroads into God's set apart, Holy church. With
all due respect and heart wrenching charity I feel it is
not enough. That only because it is unfinished, even
those who ought to know better giving far too much of a
soft headed sentimentalism and queasy acceptance when it needs a bloody
stake driven through the heart of it, to kill it in it's tracks.
It's horrific and smells of the devil's sweet, light subtle
tactics. Truth disguised, another pure word trampled on,
relegated to the trash heap, the next in a long line of
aberrations, stealing the very heart of meaning. Ready
to met the same fate as, [i]anointing[/i] and a whole
host of supposedly 'Christianized' catch phrase's, drained
of their context, sapped of their strength and an abuse
of their power;
Intimacy.
Something so pure it defies words ... and yet, and [i]yet![/i]
The words flow effortlessly, flippantly, carelessly. To
even step into the mire of this rubbish, to bring in the
word brought forth yesterday, these equations of sexual,
sensual, soulish absurdities. I am grieved beyond words,
repulsed and dismayed [i]still[/i]. There is no room for
even consideration it is so corrupt and abdicated of
what true intimacy is. I can hear the backlash already.
So be it. Am throwing down the gauntlet on this
diabolical thing before it gets some foothold here. Forget
your rebuttals of sliced scripture verses, your esoteric
reading esegisis into the pure and Holy. I think some of
us have lost our natural and spiritual minds in one fell
swoop. If you must play with this strange fire, take it all
the way to it's logical conclusion. Are you quite ready,
willing and able to apply it to God Himself? Some fallacious construct
beyond the triune nature of the Lord, the Holy Spirit and God almighty?
Dare you?
This is playing in the cesspool of the lower nature, this
abomination of 'lover', this equating of Jesus, King of
Kings and Lord of Lords to this repulsive, disgusting
'relationship' idea of human compatibility. Will not
entertain the right understanding of all that is evident by
way of analogy and comparison of the Lord coming for
His bride, holy, pure and spotless while using this cavalier
humanish misrepresentation. It's not worth the effort to
attempt to draw it out into the right understanding in the
middle of this pig sty. [i]Cast not your pearls[/i]...
I can find no charity at all towards this whole business
nor any scriptural warrant that isn't mangled out of it's
context. Time to be a legalist! Time to hold fast to what
is true, holy, pure, undefiled.
Let the full force of this romanticism be laid waste. What
is the cross of our Lord? Some swooning, lovers paradise?
Or is it the instrument of death and destruction, of a
bloody hell let loose on the pure Lamb of God! [i]For God
so loved the world[/i] that He destroyed sin on the cross
of His only begotten Son and we will go making merry,
traveling some lovers lane, some notion of intimacy that
we have no understanding of. Worse, to go about
misrepresenting the devastating, earth shaking, history
changing and ever reverberating effects still felt to this
very moment.
Shall we next romanticize the decapitated martyr's? The
burning corpses of the saints? The persecuted right now
in countries foreign to this diabolical western notion.
Anyone ready to go preach this message to them? It is a
bloody spiritual battle out there and now this sweet sentimental,
flowery construct is to just sweep it all off
it's feet. Nonsense! Rubbish! It's vile, degrading, disgusting and we
could care less.
Dear Lord, send fear! Send [i]fear![/i] Send trembling and
understanding, please Lord, send revival before it's too late.
[i]So because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit
you out of My mouth.[/i] Rev 3:16
