No one is good. There is not even one. The front pages of papers, the children raped by rapists, Iraqi torture chambers, and we, the blame, claim were blameless. Wrong. All. And swelling up inside of us, theres this pride in us, this arrogance and our only line of defense is the sense that Im not half as bad as this friend of mine, so I must be fine. We mean well, dont we? Yet Ive never seen good intentions set a man free from hurt. All. This poor, unfortunate soul filling a single void with toy after toy, girl after boy -- How boring! This wasnt meant to be humanitys life story! Warring with God, saying, What have you done for me? Bought. All. Hanging out for six hours, marred beyond recognition, in complete submission to the Fathers will, still. A proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation with more beauty than all His creation. More eternal than eternity, more angelic than the heavenlies. It. is. done. You are bought with blood. Accept and rejoice for freedom has come. -Benediction, Jimmy Needham https://youtube/watch?v=TSnltiQozVk
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 08:29:17 +0000
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