It was a fine discourse, but the actor didn’t go far enough.
It is as Blaise Pascal proclaims: there is a huge place in the human spirit for Jehovah-God. He created it so that He could fellowship with us and we with Him. When Jesus Christ is not in that place and the human heart is not panting after Him, it will be filled with perverse rantings and wanton appetites: alcoholism, drugs, food, power, wealth, sex, murder . . . all devil seeds. Each of us has our crosses to bear and overcome. When the human spirit rejects God’s light and refuses rightful obedience, conscience and heart become hardened.
This world will break you and break you and break you.
And, each time, bring you up in its own image. This is our contest—to, instead, come up looking more and more like Elohim, the only living God, the Holy Trinity . . . to persevere to the end with no equivocation. And, it is a sacrifice.
It’s a most exquisite irony that Adolf Hitler understood well . . . the purging effects of sacrifice . . . in his own convoluted way using his own diabolical methods.
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Light = God’s offer of love and grace, righteousness, justice, compassion, forgiveness
Rightful obedience = a true and faithful servant’s heart which attends to His ways and means
I long to be on His Ways and Means Committee.
I work toward that end.
I am not a perfect Christian, but the Christ
whom I serve is
A
Perfect Savior.
(I paraphrase a good and dedicated pastor
who has long since passed away.)
Novels
in the
Margaret Katherine O’Casey, P.I.
Series
By
ALLISON GREER
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I
ROSARIO’S MAGNIFICENT PLAN
II
TOAD UNDER A HARROW
III
CAMP MATIGUA: THE LOST AND FORGOTTEN
Recognition of Error: Maggie realizes a mathematical error was made in TOAD UNDER A HARROW; however, as she says, “Someone’s figured it out, but it’s not me. If they didn’t notice, it’s not that important.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Allison Greer
author of
the
Margaret Katherine O’Casey teacup cozy murder mystery novels
is mother of two sons.
She with her boys have made snow angels in Utah,
hiked the woods of Texas,
picked blackberries in Tennessee,
climbed the rocky foothills around Tucson,
tubed the snow-capped mountains of Arizona,
swum the Gulf Coast waters, slept under their car and on top of a U-HAUL truck, gotten lost, turned around, been required to backtrack, backup, retrace and re-think more times than she cares to recall. They never did find the Grand Canyon—Mr. Bill would say something about how hard that ditch is to miss—but she
had no map, working off an eleven-year-old memory. But,
as her mom used to tell her, “Life’s an adventure.”
{“Or a bitch.” That’s Mr. Bill talkin’.}
Now, retired, Allison
chooses
to stay closer by and write
in her home state of Texas.
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