Palatino Linotype – (That persistant dry cough I mentioned managed to weather two medications and now presents me with a sore throat. Warm saltwater gargle to the rescue. The first part of this post was way back, July 14th. Things, shall we say, have not improved.)
As I overlook the Island of Living-It-Up from the nearby high hill, I have seen the trouble of the one I know. If the one I know were not a Christian, that person would be the pride of the world. Having a sudden increase in wealth, the prestiege of a luxury vehicle, and a boat before the age of twenty-five, some might say that person is fairing well. But I know that person is a Christian and has wandered all over the Island. In short order the wealth was squandered. The luxury vehicle dissapeared. The boat was too old and expensive and is now gone. Not all is well, but residents of the Island are blind to their own condition and the concerns of others. That person is said to have bought a considerable amount of Addiction from the Corner Drugstore. The one I know may not feel the consequences of their selfishness, but the rest of us are well aware. All of us have lost somebody to that Island.
The News Agency of the Island specializes in rumor, but truthfulness is far away from the Island. It’s purpose is to entertain its residents so that they’ll never cross the Bridge of Forgiveness. It’s largely operated by the man whose sole purpose is to accuse the brethren and he delights in trapping them there so he can keep an eye on them and prevent them from being effective in spreading the Gospel. No matter the accuser’s efforts, Christ still manages to save all who will come to him and forgive those that are his who wander the Island. All the while, the Storm of Consequences is building on the horizon. I cannot intervene, but Christ can. Only if the one I know would go to Him, they would be taken safely out of the accuser’s snare.
The one I know did not book their stay alone, but they have bought the creed of the Island. For if sin is lawlessness, then a natural result would be to not keep the law, God’s or man’s. They have incurred a debt only they can pay. Running far and fast will not take it away. The Storm of Consequences is moving on in and I can only pray. What has become of the one I know, who sat beside me every Sunday morning, every Sunday evening, and every Wednesday evening in the House of the Lord? And what of my other kin, living lost within? Christian, go stand at the entrance of the Bridge of Irresponsibility and warn those you meet, tell them of the man who saved you from the Island of Living-It-Up. Turn whoever you can away for the storms have converged and Judgement is on its way.