Who assigns value? Is it of the clay to assign its own, or of the potter? And if the potter chooses to create a vessel of great worth, is it always to be adorned as such? Many a shelf contain vessels of beauty – gold and dusty for lack [of] daily Read more…
Grace to you. Amidst trial, amidst fault and sin, My grace abounds, but only for a time. I call through My Spirit whom the Father calls to Me. I Am Jesus the Christ. I call many, but few respond. Some enter, but not by Me, and in the end do not Read more…
There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end, leads to destruction. The counsel of My Spirit speaks to those nearing this destruction. It is not without notice this call. Heeded not, the pain of loss is felt again. The obedient instead, give prayers of Read more…
As a tree reaches deeper in drought, so too you must reach deeper in times of pain. Difficulty is a teacher, but as it brings its wisdom you shall thirst. I am the Living Water, and as you bear the load, it is I who refreshes. Come near to the Read more…
Be careful of the flatterer – he who speaks to draw that he may profit. False in his ways and walk, he lures to the fire. You shall know him by his fruit. Trust not the man constant in his turmoil, who gives the victim’s speech, and creates too the Read more…
Without end is the patience of the Father. Many a sin, but love remains. The call of the lost remains until it is heard no more by the called. Many are invited, the gate open, and they pass by. Some enter, but give only lips, with no heart. I call Read more…
My Spirit speaks. To all My own My Word shall penetrate their hearts. As truth finds its home, deception is displaced. The world fears My truth, for it bears the concealed heart and the schemes of the enemy unseen. All who hear My voice seek truth, but those who seek Read more…
He who has no loss, has little thankfulness. He who receives what he does not need, again bears thanklessness. Many walk in plenty, but suffer for want, surrounded by abundance, but lost in the ungrateful heart. My blessing flows to the evil and the just, but it is the child Read more…
Who calls for one who does not exist? In each heart of the created there is known the Creator. Pride blinds the child’s faith, and the world creates again the godless alter, for its attraction is palatable, and the teachings tickle the ear with desires of the unrepentant heart. These Read more…
I know the intentions of the heart. Bad or good a thought lies, taken captive or set free that the tongue may proclaim. I hear more than what is said. The heart speaks in the eyes, and the whispers of the mind echo in My ears. The wellspring of the Read more…