A Few Brilliant Ideas...

Devotions

"At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” 2 And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them 3 and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you uturn and vbecome like children, you wwill never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 xWhoever humbles himself like this child is the wgreatest in the kingdom of heaven.

The nations rage and clash before the hands of the almighty.
The waves crash against one another, in a desperate struggle for land.
The earth itself revolts, natural disasters sweeping far and wide across countries plagued by famine and war.
Laughter is sparse... Laughter is insanity,
for only the fool would laugh in a time so filled with pain and death.

When the mountains turn their grey faces, and blow smokey ash across your house,
when the lava bubbles from their mouths, destroying all that stands between,
when the earth beneath you splits and all you can do is cry out.

Holy is He.
The earth resounds with this call, order sweeping across the chaos, the alive feel weaker than ever before.
Man balls up his fist in anger and waves it at the air, at the God he knows must be there.
He shouts, "God is not real! It was a matter of chance!"
 but after years of holding back the earth, God's justice reigns supreme.
The words of the mocker are swallowed by lava, the hatred of the cynic tossed into the waves,
the blessings of the wicked tossed millions of feet into the air by hurricanes.

He cannot be touched.

Man seeks the cause of the plague but finally even the doubter cannot deny,
"It is God. It cannot be anything else."
Man will flee to the planets, to the moon and to the stars, but even there he will meet his fate.
Where is there that he can find rest from the God that made the stars with his fingers?

Even in the midst of the world unfolding, man will cling to his earth.
Attempting to tape it together like a broken boomerang,
hoping it will come back together for him... Just one more time.
But this time it will be for naught, for the God of creation's wrath will be displayed.
and all will see.

The righteous with the unrighteous.
A sobering thought.

But for now, man is free to shake his fist at God, though he'll do him no harm.
The time will come, not may- it will come, when God's wrath won't be restrained.
In the meantime, we cry; we pray; we plea for the unsaved.
Because they may not know it,
but there's a day coming,
and it's getting closer
and closer
every
single
day.