The Running Man

Can you hear the foot steps? They are all around you...often the sound of feet striking the ground are your own...

Running, running...but where to?

The answer is frightening...it isn't so much where we are running to...but where we are running from...

God is the Creator of all...including mankind.

Therefore...God is the source of all life, happiness, fulfillment, love, truth, goodness, joy...

God created man to bless man. This blessing was to come via fellowship. As God and man lived in friendship, the blessings of God would flow to the man...

Then Satan painted a twisted, horrible picture of God...and convinced the first man and woman that it was true.

At the same time he began to flatter the couple...lying to them, promising them that if they disobeyed God [the source of life and happiness] that it would actually make their lives better...that they would no longer have to bow the knee to a Lord...but they too could be little gods. They could call the shots, make up their own rules...be their own judges.

One problem with all this sales pitch...was that there really was and is a Living God, who is the Judge...Satan knew this...he just didn't want Adam and Eve to believe and know it...because if they did...they would have never listened to his foolish lies...

But they did listen...they didn't look at everything that God had graciously given to them...instead...they looked at the one thing that God had kept back [this was the test...if they would have passed this test...this with held thing would have also been enjoyed by them].

Adam and Eve ate of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil...and when they did...sin and death entered into the human race.

As soon as they ate of the forbidden tree...they realized the lie...and when God came to fellowship they ran and hide from Him.

God knew they had sinned...and still God pursued them...encouraged them to confess their sins before Him...

This is the story of all mankind. We want to be our own little gods...we want to call the shots. We constantly run...and God graciously pursues.

As people run away from God, which is the essence of sin, they do so to their own suffering and destruction. They are running from life...and the cliff of eternal death looms before them...

And when God pursues sinners...to bring them back to Himself...He does so to His own suffering and destruction...

To bring sinners back to Himself...God had to enter human history...He became a man. As a man, and His peoples new representative...He lived a perfect, faithful life...loving God the Father fully...with all His heart, soul, strength and mind...as we should have but didn't. And Jesus came to pay our debt. The penalty for sin against a holy God [source of life and happiness] was separation from that God...or in simple terms...it meant death and suffering.

Jesus came...lived a sinless life...then as His peoples substitute voluntarily went to the Cross of Calvary...on which God pour out upon Him...the full strength of His wrath and fury [that was meant for us]. Then, after Jesus drank the full cup of God's wrath, on behalf of everyone who will ever come and trust in Him [from earth's beginning to it's end]...He cried out with a loud voice "It is Finished"...salvation was accomplished...and then He died. But the grave could not hold Him...after three days He burst the doors of death...showing that He is the Resurrection and the Life...and all who trust in Him will have eternal life!

If you haven't come to Jesus for life...then you are still running...

The question is...why are you running so fast in that direction...all that awaits you is death and suffering...

Enemy At The Door...and My Favorite Sitcom Isn't Over Yet...how rude!

As I drove down the street today I thought about our culture diving into a deep recession. But I also noticed all the fast food restaurants...all the stores that promoted entertainment, leisure, and comfort. Our North American culture is literally being consumed by our comforts.

We still try to fool ourselves...hearing stories of our nations [Canada and U.S.A] from years gone by...when people were willing to sacrifice their lives for the good of others...were willing to deny their present comforts for the future of their children and grandchildren...and we think that just because our ancestors had these qualities...for some reason we do too...but things change.

At one time our nation was hungry...it was like a fighter rising up in the ranks...aggressive, hungry for the belt. Then, something happened. We got the belt. All of our forefathers hard work, sacrifice, and self denial paid off...and we became a very wealthy nation. And with great wealth has come many luxuries and comforts.

Here is a strange phenomenon, when you don't have luxuries and lives of comfort you have a goal in front of you...and it drives you on...like that hungry contender...seeking the belt.

But like many champions...victory makes them soft...fat and lazy. They get so used to enjoying the comforts and the endless luxuries that they don't want to have to sacrifice...they don't want to have to deny themselves...they just want to be entertained...they just want to enjoy all their comforts...

And while they slowly grow too fat to fight...another people group...somewhere in the world...is hungering for comfort, wealth and luxuries...

We are much like Rome 1600 years ago. They were so consumed with their pleasures, entertainments and comforts...that they didn't even leave "the games" when Rome fell to the Barbarians...

I wonder...how many Canadians and Americans would even leave their favorite sitcom...if they knew their nations were being invaded...

Do You See What I See?

As I was walking this week, delivering peoples mail, the thought came into my brain..."I wonder if blind people can see in their dreams?"

I know that I have had dreams where I went places I have never been in real life [to other planets], and have done things I haven't done [fly, without a plane].

I started looking on the internet to see what others said on this topic. There are many studies that say that if a person is born blind, then they don't have images in their dreams.

As I read these studies the thought that crossed my mind was "if I was born blind and have never seen anything, how would I describe my dream 'if' I actually did ever see something?"

How would you describe a blue sky, filled with fluffy white things...if you don't know what "blue", "white" and "fluffy" is. Its like trying to describe to someone that honey tastes sweet...its almost impossible to describe...it must be experienced.

Just some ponderings of a postie.

I Stand In Awe Of You

In our relationships with one another we tend to be less in awe with someone, the more we know them, the more we know about them, the more we know what they know.

When you are young, you are in awe of a certain athelete, but as you grow in age and in talent, you can still be impressed with them...but the more you grow to be able to do what they do...the smaller the gaps grows between you...and the less awe is felt.

The total opposite is true with God.

God is infinite...He has no boundaries...there are no limits to His power, knowledge wisdom...

The closer we grow to God, the more in awe we become.

I heard of a story about a mountain climber that explains this truth well.

A man began to climb the steep rocky mountain. He saw the the mountain's top was well hidden in the clouds. After a hard climb he noticed that he was half way there, and his heart was filled with pride and accomplishment. After many days of climbing he finally broke through the cloud covering...and there all his pride was shattered. As he peer above the clouds he saw that the mountain had a thousand more faces, each as high as the one he just climbed...and then after that highest face...it too disappeared into the clouds...

Valentine Poem To Bonita

The snowflake drifted on the winds of infinite design,
Slowly descending from the imagination of unfathomable love,
Its design was wondrously intricate, interwoven with delicate, and marvellously beautiful,
The value of this little floating gem was only increased by closer examination,
Only under close scrutiny could you begin to see its one of a kind design, all of its glorious qualities ordered in a brilliant harmony. The little snowflake floated down, down, down, and finally rested. Waiting amidst millions of others, waiting, waiting, waiting.

The little rain drop fell from the glorious sky, its destination unknown to itself, but not unknown to Majesty.
It plunged to the earth below with precision-like accuracy, falling, falling, falling, surrounded by millions of others, all riding on the winds of design. The little drop hit the earth with the sound of finality, reaching its mark, like an arrow striking the center of a distant target.

The little snowflake and the drop of rain were separated from one another, each blowing and flowing upon the surface of the ground, looking, looking, looking. The little rain drop reached the meandering river, and began to move, to be moved. The glorious Sun broke forth from out of the overpowering clouds, and the little snowflake began to melt. She too was brought to the river that flowed to its predetermined end. The little snowflake and the little rain drop met and were joined together in perfect design, and as they did they were no longer two, but mysteriously became one.
Now they float together in harmony, being moved and guided by the Hand of infinite purpose, awaiting the day that the Sun of Glory will shine on them, ascending them up into the glorious clouds, lifting them up to where the real journey will finally begin…the journey of unimaginable joy!








I love you Bonita, my precious little snowflake, the God of all glory has richly blessed me with you, my wonderful wife.

Love, your husband, Dale
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