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Always Ready

1 Peter 3:14-16: "But even if you should suffer for the sake of righteousness, you are blessed. And do not fear their intimidation, and do not be troubled, but sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence; and keep a good conscience so that in the thing in which you are slandered, those who revile your good behavior in Christ may be put to shame."

A few of my friends and I went to Mill Ave. last Tuesday to tell the world of God's Truth. (Many thanks to the Klonses for their prayer : ) ) The LORD blessed us with the opportunity to speak to a man, who called himself Samuel, and said that he was a prophet- and he also called himself Jesus. He further argued that Christ was not God. Now, I do not think that we should be shaken by instances like this, but we should not just laugh him off, either. We need to be ready to make a defense. So, can you defend the Deity of Christ? I had some verses and things, but no, I could not. Praise God, by His Grace I can now. Here is how- it is not much, and please give me more if you have it, but it is logical, point-blank, and obvious. If we look at John 1, v. 1, we see that The Word is God. Now go to vv. 14+15 and we see that Christ is The Word. Therefore, Christ is God. Hallelujah, there is an answer!

Broadway at Night

As Close to the Ant as Possible

"Proverbs 6:6: Go to the ant, O sluggard, Observe her ways and be wise,"

A Twisting Pathway Into the Caverns of Grafiut

In You

G. A. Hudelson

I laughed, I scoffed, I told this Christian man something, I said, "I have no interest, In your overbearing King, He has no place, In this little heart of mine I can do without Him, Why for years I've done just fine!" And the wise man smiled gently, His eyes went through my heart, And then he closed them and he whispered, "Dear LORD, before we part, I ask You, to crush this man, Nail him to Your Cross, Crucify him, O Most High, Make him suffer loss, And raise him, God, Raise him anew, Raise him, God, In You."

I told all of my friends about, This lunatic I'd met, His crazy, foolish interest in, A thing that he'd regret, They laughed and gossiped with me, I mocked him and his King, I beat him in my mind, With the logic I would bring, But I see him smile gently, I feel his eyes go through my heart, And I hear him softly whisper, "Dear LORD, before we part, I ask You, to crush this man, Nail him to Your Cross, Crucify him, O Most High, Make him suffer loss, And raise him, God, Raise him anew, Raise him, God, In You."

And now his words lie heavy, On my worried little brain, My words lie on my conscience, Like a horrid, bloody stain, And I feel that that King's army, Is marching through my mind, And my world just tumbles round me, As the Truth I slowly find, That behind that wise man's smile, Was an overwhelming voice, That overwhelmed my logic, And my human powers of choice, It was crushing me, It was nailing me to my cross, Which I had built with my two hands- Now I found my gold but dross. And Jesus called, He made the blind see, and Jesus called, for me.

Now I was this lunatic, This lunatic I'd met, My crazy, foolish interest, In what my friends said I'd regret, They laughed and talked about me, They mocked me and my King, They shoved me round my stormy sea, With the logic that they'd sing, And I want to fall back in their way, Down in my filthy heart, So in utter desperation, I cry, "LORD, before we part, I ask you, if You've chosen me, Nail me to Your cross, Crucify me, O Most High, Make me suffer loss, And raise me, God, Raise me anew, Raise me, God, In You."

And slowly Jesus changes me, He aligns me to His Word, And now my friends don't bother me, For The Living God I've heard, And now they really hate me, For the logic that I bring, The Truth that gives true freedom, Which I now can truly sing, For I have seen The Living God, And He has conquered my heart, And I can shout with triumph, "Oh, LORD, we'll never part! For You have crushed my filthy flesh, You have nailed me to Your Cross, You've crucified me, O Most High, And now I cannot suffer loss! You have raised me God! Raised me anew! You have raised me, God. In You."

Tear or The Day of The Slaughter

G. A. Hudelson

The tear rolls down the weathered cheek, And splashes off the ground, As the soldier hears the Darkness claim With evil, gleeful sound, The home which he had labored To place over the head Of his wife and now his children, Who fall to Darkness, dead. The Knight turns his back on the town, Which Darkness has destroyed, And cries against The Awesome King, By whom he is employed. "Why must the Darkness triumph? Why does king Zatin win? How can I think to fight for You, Or see vict'ry again?" And then a dreadful silence Closes round the Knight, And tears of agony pour down his face, Glist'ning in the light.

Soldier, why do you question me? You do not know my ways! Zatin and his men will fall! I have numbered their days! I let them rise now, my child, As a farmer with his calf- They grow strong now, so that when I draw My knife they laugh! But know, my child, that it comes- The day of recompense, When the calves are fat enough for Me To release My great offense. Then, child, they will crumble, so Know they kill your son and daughter, Only because I ready them for The Day of the Slaughter.

And now the soldier wipes his cheek, And grasps his beaten sword, And rises to his feet again, Following his LORD. Sorrow cruelly settles in, The Knight can hardly hold the weight Of the guilty sense of failed duty, A load unbearably great, The man now stumbles forward, Throughout the dreadful town, Where blood and death are scattered Across the battleground. His family had been slaughtered, The fighting men all killed, The houses burned, and havoc Wreaked upon the town now filled With bodies of courageous men, And blood of defeated foes, Who had been called by a Great Voice To the way that every man goes.

Then a trumpet sounded, And the trained soldier wheeled To find a Blackened Army And he knew his fate was sealed. The ugly note was played again, The Darkness did advance, The sound of drum-beats filled the air, The horses' pow'rful prance. Fear rushed up and down his spine, But a mighty anger too, And he held his sword ready in hand, To fight these soldiers who With a single purpose marched, and they Prowled in the King's great land, To burn and kill, to willingly Fulfill Zatin's command. The Soldier hears a Higher Calling, For which he will proudly die, And "Triumph!" Flies around him, The Kingdom's vict'ry cry, An awesome shout fills the air- I draw My knife, My son, And The Kingdom's final victory, The soldier knows has just begun, And now he rushes forward, And into Darkness flies, Fighting with a vigor, The Dark soldiers that him despise,

And then a dagger pierces armor, And the beaten warrior dies, And then a Great Light fills the sky, And he shades his blinded eyes, Drenched with light and wonder at The panorama in his view spread, And a golden crown descends onto His battle-pained head.

"Well done, my faithful servant" filled gloriously his ears, And his eyes were overflowing with Joyous, Triumphant tears, He flung his crown at The King's feet, And ran to the embrace Of the wife and children he had left At a vastly lesser place. Now a joyous cadence Fills the land with victorious sound, And tears of joy roll off of his cheek, And splash upon the ground. And then the sound of drawing sword Rings with cheer of Kingdom won, And The King looked deep into his eyes- I draw My knife, My son.

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