Bullets and Babies:   It all depends on how you look at it. To a military man - shell casings denote ammunition that is contained in a protective jacket that waits to be spent on its intended target.                               To a Christian – you may submit that our three dimensional life is encased in a flesh-like shell from day one of our birth. Either way it is temporary because the energy contained within eventually will expend (to use up/consume) and dissipate only to re gather on the other side (in the case of true Christians).   In a spiritual connotation and depending on how our energies are used, we are only limited by our biological time clock and then according to our sowing and reaping that we have done in life; we will reap the rewards of our labor.   But what is our labor? (Especially in these difficult times) Are we to labor for something that is eventually consumed and spent or, do we labor for something that neither moth nor rust doth destroy?   And what about the concept of time?   Where time is a liability, burden, and hard task-master constantly reminding us of the mistakes we have made and the opportunities we have missed. Where with each passing day, as our hearts keep beating one more time hoping beyond hope and praying beyond all prayer that our Savior lives. That our Savior who redeemed us by his own blood; will save us from our own infirmities, our broken past, our sins, and our painful memories…   That our Savior Jesus Christ will break those bonds that keep us from running a faster race, a closer walk, and a better faithful life. That “someday” he will meet us on the threshold of our reunion on the other side of the long and lonely road that we travel where he heals our hearts, completely restores our souls, and makes all things new.    Yes, our Savior lives!

The mystery of sin is only a mystery if we run from it. Most people do so because it reminds them of their own separation from God. It’s only when we acknowledge we have sinned do we feel great remorse, sorrow, and regret. And we look to Jesus who can restore our broken lives much like the father of the prodigal son did. He did it all on the cross.   But we have to come home first.   Invariably, people will ask – what about the people who have sinned against them? The biblical response is to pray for them that they come home to a loving father. And forgive them. Only then can you let the Lord heal you.   The Spirit of God will guide and protect us. Even when we think we can’t go one more step, or take one more breath, or labor and survive even one more day, where the pressures of life exceed our known human limitations and our memories haunt our past like a broken record… Be still says the Lord. And Not by might nor by power, but by my spirit saith the LORD of hosts.   Rom 8:21-28   21 Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.    22 For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.    23 And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.    24 For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?    25 But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.    26 Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.    27 And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.    28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Maybe it was all meant to be like this. Maybe the Lord long ago intended for all the darkness to be turned into light, where through the expanse of time, new life would be given to a dying world, and old memories will fade away as the dust of dried up tears turn into joy.     It just all depends on how you look at it.     Scott Sepanek   TheRaptureCult.com   (pls share this article)