The value of little ‘not’
Always underrated but
Important when unheeded
By many to great hurt
Thou shall not eat thereof
Was the command given
The reward for eating was
To fall by death’s sting
But Satan brought another
‘Not’ for he said
‘Thou shall surely ‘not’
Die the death you dread
Eve forgot the first not
For lure of the second
She traded nots and gained
Nought-for she and husband
Died in same thousand year day
One misplaced not brought
Death and human suffering
To all sages in all ages
What a single ‘not’ brought forth!
Christ has made a way back
He has bought the life Eve sought
So He must be our truth North
To navigate quick sands of Satan’s nots
We’d be nuts to reject Him for Satan’s nots
That only lead to regions fraught
With the weeping of the distraught
It is said that the shepherds of Judea
When faced with sickly sheep some
Use the ever present resource around
Looming hills to cure sheep without pills
The hills have curative limestone
Yet sheep are willing to taste bare rock
So the shepherds place syrupy honey
On the rocks and sheep lick with glee
Inadvertently tongue-tasting the rock
And are healed of their maladies
Thus we sheep of the Great Shepherd
Can come to the Rock for succour
His rich promises draw us to Him
The Word transforms our sin-sick souls
O combination of sweetness and Light
Shelter in storm and covert for the weary
The honey is a bait to get you in the gate
If you have tasted that Lord is gracious
You will walk in wholesomeness of new life
Take heed to fulfil the ministry
Given to you by the gracious God
Service is your gratitude to Him
That called you by His precious Word
On this beaten path – perils abound
Trials and temptations along the trail
If you stay steadfast, you will not fail
Firm hand on plough is victory’s tale
For when the reckoning comes
As it will-before the Lord’s seat
Faith, not wounds will be the feat
Sung and danced to angelic beat
People think that Judas Ischariot
Let his grasping greed run riot
And betrayed Messiah
For silver of his desire
He jumped at the dangled carrot
After that he had to rue his decision
For he saw the results of his action
Seeing no saving remedy
He died of his malady
Becoming a symbol of Malefaction
Let people think once again
For his spirit just like Cain
Still lives in some
Where gain trumps godly pain
Where those with fair talents
Voices to convert continents
Switch for fortune
To the popular tune
And croon perfidious intents
In the year that Christ was Crucified, He prophesied. In that year Caiaphas was the High Priest, he prophesied too about the substitutionary salvation of the Messiah.
Christ sent his disciples to cast out devils, Caiaphas had his caste of preachers too, his Pharisee children that defied devilry
Christ was the Teacher and Lawgiver. He proclaimed from Mount Olives. Caiaphas thundered his sayings from the temple mount
And if you lived then, who would you have chosen to follow? The signs were the same in deed and name. But Christ was the promise of the age manifested. Caiaphas was what the human sages suggested.
Same stark choice stares us in the face today in the sunset of the human race.
Israel was a chosen race, called by God. There were a people with uncommon grace. But this covenant was dependent on being obedient.
After generations of idolatry and spiritual infidelity, God had enough. He thundered seventy years of Babylonian captivity for his erring children.
God thought it, Jeremiah said it and that should have settled it.
No so fast, for the political prophet Hannaniah countered the prophecy: the merciful God will only allow two years of captivity
A God of love or a Deity of doom, seventy years or two to calm their fears?
They believed Hannaniah yet a generation died pining in exile. They that despise the covenant lose all claims to the Grace they defy.
Uzziah was a great king of Judah. He had followed the Lord from his youth. He knew the Word. God had blessed his loyalty. He was by many accounts the greatest king since Solomon.
All was blissful and peaceful till Uzziah decided to ruffle the order of his kingdom.
One day the king decided to offer sacrifice at the altar. He was not a priest. He was not of the tribe of priests – Levi. In the temple, priests rushed to stop his infamy. They pleaded, yet he would not be dissuaded.
While he held the sacred censer, his skin turned to that of a leper.
This is a warning to us coming after – for times when ambition defies revelation’s tether.