Patience

Our heavenly Father owns everything and everyone. But He loves us so much, He gives us everything. From breath of life to daily bread, from family to friends, talents, achievements, health, strength, wealth, wisdom, everything. He did not even hold back His only begotten Son.

And even then, GOD does not compel us to love Him, He leaves us free to see, to choose for ourselves.

But man sought after many devices. Not content with the provision of the Omnipotent, man lies to himself in many ways that he can supply his own needs better then the LORD can. Man, individually and collectively, aspires to the glorify himself. The pride and conceit that accompanies such unsanctified ambition is only the more tragic for the shortsightedness of it. Man behaves as if the grave has not already put paid to the vain ambitions of countless generations preceding, as if judgment does not await ahead. Much foolishness derives from a limited, dim conception of the truth, a failure to think things through to their latter end, a "live-in-the-moment" philosophy that refuses to look further down the road. 

Satan (father of lies) wants man to view sin versus righteousness as a numbers game, a kind of democratic poll whose outcome GOD must be subject to. But the truth is that wickedness will be completely eradicated from the universe.

Our GOD owns everything and everyone, even though evil appears to reign on earth. But the kingdom rightly belongs to GOD, who will give it to the saints, as it was meant to be right from the beginning, right from creation.

Patience! It is only a matter of time before Justice restores what rebellion misused.

Patience! We shall understand it all someday.

The Perfect Sacrifice

LORD, we are vile, and full of sin,
We’re born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.

Behold, we fall before Thy face;
Our only refuge is Thy grace:
No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor earthly priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

Jesus, Thy blood, Thy blood alone,
Hath power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make us white as snow;
No other tide can cleanse us so.

- Isaac Watts