Sometimes I stumble on something that just gets me fired up about my Jesus, makes me praise and glorify Him even more! This song is one of those surprise finds. It needs no words just listen and know that the Lord, the Savoir, the King, the Alpha and Omega reigns!
My beloved brothers and sisters in Christ I have been looking ever more frequently towards eternity and the heaven I will one day call home. I feel such a burden and urgency to be busy about my Savior’s call – to share His love and sacrifice with the lost and dying in this world. My heart aches for them, bitter weeping pours forth from my soul as I try to seize each opportunity to tell of His grace a free and most precious gift to all who seek His truth. I’ve found that as I look to that ever less distant shore I find little gifts of blessing, encouragement, and mercy He’s provided as manna along the way. I want to share this poem I read today that was a well of encouragement to my weary soul. I pray it will gently chasten, leaving your toes as mine tender and bruised as it strengthens and emboldens us all in these last years, days and hours to heed the command by our Savior given to go share Him with all the land.
Eternal Ink
I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God’s book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.
The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.
The angel took no notice,
But kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he’d never read again.
And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.
A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller,
The angel’s records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.
I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
I couldn’t grasp the significance
Of that eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.
And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said…
I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing’s worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth.
The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount.
And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU.
The Lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church,
I saw you as you prayed.
But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
I wrote when you were meek.
I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad.
So now I’ll tell the wonder
Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think.
This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal.
So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot.
I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What’s useless and what’s best.
And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away.
When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord’s eternal ink will tell
What mattered most to you.
If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there.
In fact, you’ll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to Jesus’ Name.
Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed.
But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven’s door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you’d done more.
For I record as God sees,
I don’t stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God’s eternal ink.
When I heard the angel’s story
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
I hadn’t really died.
And I said: O angel tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I’ll live my life for Jesus-
I’ll do all for His dear sake.
I’ll give in full surrender;
I’ll do all He wants me to;
I’ll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn’t true.
And though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure.
I’m determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure.
With Jesus as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ
For all eternity.
And that’s what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before the Lord
And hear Him say, “Well done.”
For is it really worth it
As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that God keeps books
With His eternal ink.
Should all my life be focused
On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I’ll serve the Lord;
I can, I will, I must!
I will NOT send blank pages
Up to God’s majestic throne
For where that record’s going now
Is my eternal home.
I’m giving all to Jesus
I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life
With God’s eternal ink.
I could not find an author for this, it is obvious on reading it though that their heart was truly Spirit led.
The Church Walking with the World
The Church and the World walked far apart
On the changing shores of time,
The World was singing a giddy song,
And the Church a hymn sublime.
“Come, give me your hand,” said the merry World,
“And walk with me this way!”
But the good Church hid her snowy hands
And solemnly answered “Nay!
I will not give you my hand at all,
And I will not walk with you;
Your way is the way that leads to death;
Your words are all untrue.”
“Nay, walk with me but a little space,”
Said the World with a kindly air;
“The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there.
Your path is thorny and rough and rude,
But mine is broad and plain;
My way is paved with flowers and dews,
And yours with tears and pain.
The sky to me is always blue,
No want, no toil I know;
The sky above you is always dark,
Your lot is a lot of woe;
There’s room enough for you and me
To travel side by side.”
Half shyly the Church approached the World
And gave him her hand of snow;
And the old World grasped it and walked along,
Saying, in accents low:
“Your dress is too simple to please my taste;
I will give you pearls to wear,
Rich velvets and silks for your graceful form,
And diamonds to deck your hair.”
The Church looked down at her plain white robes,
And then at the dazzling World,
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip
With a smile contemptuous curled.
“I will change my dress for a costlier one,”
Said the Church, with a smile of grace;
Then her pure white garments drifted away,
And the World gave, in their place,
Beautiful satins and shining silks,
Roses and gems and costly pearls;
While over her forehead her bright hair fell
Crisped in a thousand curls.
“Your house is too plain,” said the proud old World,
“I’ll build you one like mine;
With walls of marble and towers of gold,
And furniture ever so fine.”
So he built her a costly and beautiful house;
Most splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there
Gleaming in purple and gold.
Rich fairs and shows in the halls were held,
And the World and his children were there.
Laughter and music and feasts were heard
In the place that was meant for prayer.
There were cushioned seats for the rich and the gay,
To sit in their pomp and pride;
But the poor who were clad in shabby array,
Sat meekly down outside.
“You give too much to the poor,” said the World.
“Far more than you ought to do;
If they are in need of shelter and food,
Why need it trouble you?
Go, take your money and buy rich robes,
Buy horses and carriages fine;
Buy pearls and jewels and dainty food,
Buy the rarest and costliest wine.
My children, they dote on all these things,
And if you their love would win
You must do as they do, and walk in the ways
That they are walking in.”
So the poor were turned from her door in scorn,
And she heard not the orphan’s cry;
But she drew her beautiful robes aside,
As the widows went weeping by.
Then the sons of the World and the Sons of the Church
Walked closely hand and heart,
And only the Master, who knoweth all,
Could tell the two apart.
Then the Church sat down at her ease, and said,
“I am rich and my goods increase;
I have need of nothing, or aught to do,
But to laugh, and dance, and feast.”
The sly World heard, and he laughed in his sleeve,
And mockingly said, aside–
“The Church is fallen, the beautiful Church;
And her shame is her boast and her pride.”
The angel drew near to the mercy seat,
And whispered in sighs her name;
Then the loud anthems of rapture were hushed,
And heads were covered with shame.
And a voice was heard at last by the Church
From Him who sat on the throne:
“I know thy works, and how thou hast said,
‘I am rich, and hast not known
That thou art naked, poor and blind,
And wretched before my face;’
Therefore take heed that thou repent,
Lest I cast thee from thy place.”
Matilda C. Edwards 
Ah, Spurgeon offers a dire warning I often echo- take heed, watch your soul is secure in Yeshua, become not like the lost and denying world, be not taken the back way into hell and that eternal lake of fire! 
“Art thou become like unto us?” — Isa 14:10
What must be the apostate professor’s doom when his naked soul appears before God? How will he bear that voice, “Depart, ye cursed; thou hast rejected me, and I reject thee; thou hast played the harlot, and departed from me: I also have banished thee for ever from my presence, and will not have mercy upon thee.” What will be this wretch’s shame at the last great day when, before assembled multitudes, the apostate shall be unmasked? See the profane, and sinners who never professed religion, lifting themselves up from their beds of fire to point at him. “There he is,” says one, “will he preach the gospel in hell?” “There he is,” says another, “he rebuked me for cursing, and was a hypocrite himself!” “Aha!” says another, “here comes a psalm-singing Methodist-one who was always at his meeting; he is the man who boasted of his being sure of everlasting life; and here he is!” No greater eagerness will ever be seen among Satanic tormentors, than in that day when devils drag the hypocrite’s soul down to perdition. Bunyan pictures this with massive but awful grandeur of poetry when he speaks of the back-way to hell. Seven devils bound the wretch with nine cords, and dragged him from the road to heaven, in which he had professed to walk, and thrust him through the back-door into hell. Mind that back-way to hell, professors! “Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith.” Look well to your state; see whether you be in Christ or not. It is the easiest thing in the world to give a lenient verdict when oneself is to be tried; but O, be just and true here. Be just to all, but be rigorous to yourself. Remember if it be not a rock on which you build, when the house shall fall, great will be the fall of it. O may the Lord give you sincerity, constancy, and firmness; and in no day, however evil, may you be led to turn aside.
Today I had to face some truths that were hard for me. God convicted me that I was being stubborn and disobedient to my husband about an issue we had been discussing for some time now. My fleshly nature was drawing me to do what I wanted and not what my husband wanted on something that scripturally should be up to him, after all wives are called to submit to their husbands as unto Christ. When God opened my eyes to my rebellion I first praised Him for showing me the error of my ways, then I sought His forgiveness because it was ultimately Him I was disobeying by not submitting to my husbands will on the matter of whether woman are commanded to wear a head covering or if their hair which is called their glory is their covering. My husband says that my hair is my covering yet I was seeing a lot of talk about women having to cover their heads and I was listening to it. I never felt called by God to do so I realized but just that it seemed like a good idea because I wasn’t reading 1 Corinthians 11:1-16 correctly.
Be ye followers of me, even as I also am of Christ. Now I praise you, brethren, that ye remember me in all things, and keep the ordinances, as I delivered them to you. But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God. Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered, dishonoureth his head. But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven. For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn: but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered. For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God: but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman for the man. For this cause ought the woman to have power on her head because of the angels. Nevertheless neither is the man without the woman, neither the woman without the man, in the Lord. For as the woman is of the man, even so is the man also by the woman; but all things of God. Judge in yourselves: is it comely that a woman pray unto God uncovered? Doth not even nature itself teach you, that, if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him? But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair is given her for a covering. But if any man seem to be contentious, we have no such custom, neither the churches of God.
1 Corinthians 11:1-16
I was reading into it what I wanted it to say, that’s dangerous, and I wasn’t listening to the godly man God blessed me with on it. But praise God He chastened me today and showed me my sinful stubborn pride, drawing me nearer to Him and to my beloved husband. He is such a wonderfully loving Father who corrects His children to ever change us to be more like Yeshua. Sometimes God does have to check me, and when He does it reminds me of just who He is, what a glorious God I serve. I am reminded that “That’s My King” and I get a hankering for one of my favorite sermons, one by that title by Dr. S. M. Lockridge. It never fails to remind me what a mighty Lord I serve. May it bless you as well.
As always brothers and sisters may God bless and keep you.
This song sums it all up. It is in Christ alone I stand, in Him alone I place my faith, in His precious blood I am saved! Christ loves you so much He died for you will you live for Him?
was given for those who are lost in sin, He shed His precious blood on Calvary so that they could win, they just have to accept the free gift of grace He is offering them by believing in their hearts that he died for them and confessing with their mouths (that just means tell Him you do!) It is that easy and He has already done all the work, we just have to believe, for we are all sinners guilty before God and we are all lost and can not swim unless we are covered by the redemptive blood of Christ Jesus. Enjoy this song this Sabbath and if you are drowning the take the Lifeguards hand!
I have thought lately about things I never want to hear. One is Jesus say “depart from me, I never knew you.” Another is what this gripping song is about; that one day I will be a spectator at the judgement seat of Christ and I will see someone I should have witnessed to, should have shared the truth of His love, sacrifice, grace and mercy to but I didn’t. That as they are about to be cast into that lake of fire they will be permitted to say to me “You never mentioned Jesus to me.” That for that moment I will know that their blood is on my hands, their soul was eternally damned because I didn’t share the hope that fills me with them, that I left them in the darkness of this world without sharing the light of Christ.
The song I used in this video is “You never mentioned this Jesus to me” by the Marshall Family.
Let us always have His precious quick upon our lips as we go about sharing the Gospel of Salvation through the shed blood of Christ for the remission of sins.
That’s what it’s all about, praising my sweet Savior Jesus Christ! And today I have to give Him all the praise and glory for all the glorious blessings He has poured on my life. Today a, Ragazza, fellow blogger featured AR3VOLUT1ON on her site. As I was answering her questions about why I do this and about my walk with Jesus in general I stopped for a moment to think about it all. I want to share her questions and my full answers, which were shortened in her final post, and then to link to the post and to my favorite post of hers.
Ragazza: Can I know your name? Is it okay if I include it? A nickname would do. I think it’s Miranda, right? Where are you from? What are your hobbies, What is your greatest advocacy? ( This is some personal questions, I just want to get to know you better. 🙂
Me: My name is Miranda, yes and it’s fine to use it. I’m from KY in the USA. My hobbies are studying God’s Word, listening to good old fashioned gospel music (hence why I share a lot of it), knitting and crocheting, and reading, I am very fond of John Bunyan, Chuck Missler, and Charles Spurgeon. I would say my advocacy is to share Jesus with everyone I come in contact with, I’m kinda like a girl John the Baptist- I’m all Jesus all the time. I am always sharing His love for us, our sinful nature and desperate need for Him, His sacrifice on the cross and aged blood that cleanses us of our sins, saving us from the consequences of sin. How the moment we believe in Him, that He died for us, paid our debt with a Holy and just God, then we are saved made a new creature, made part takers in eternal life through Christ our Savior because He rose again from the grace the third day and now sits at the right hand of God the Father in the throne room of heaven. I would love to see real New Testament revival come to this world in these last days and see Christ followers turn back to living in a way that honors and glorifies Him. He made us, bought us, let us live for Him.
Ragazza: Okay. I am gonna ask you 3 questions.
The 1st question is; Why did you decide to blog about God and Religion?
Me: #1. About two years ago God gave me a burden for the lost and I was convicted to try to reach them. Now I am like Moses and don’t speak very well, at least at that point I didn’t since then God has given me a voice and made me increasingly bolder as I walk in His will. I was reading the Left Behind series at the time and as I read about the website being used to reach the lost it came to hit me that I could do that, a website. I prayed and asked God if that was His will, a website, and if so then would He use it for His glory. I trust that the Holy Spirit that fills me will keep me in His will if I allow Him to lead me, He has and I have followed. Actually that was how I knew I was on the right track when during my Bible study shortly after I wrote a lengthy passage on taking up our cross and following Christ, this eventually became one of my early posts. At first I was nervous but from the beginning I have always put it in His hands, I rely on Him for my messages and to bring those He leads to the site, He will give the increase when I do the easy part.
Ragazza: 2nd question: Did you ever question God?
Me: #2. About the site no. I have not actually questioned God about anything since I came to faith nearly eight years ago. Before the scales fell from my eyes and I could finally see the precious Truth I did, I mocked, scorned, rejected. But once my eyes were opened and I realized what a broken, jacked up mess I was; how I was depraved, doomed and damned to hell because there was a Holy and just God whose laws I had broken for thirty-four years. I was weighed down, struggling under the burden and consequences there of, and then I questioned God begging to know how to escape this fate I had brought upon myself. My husband had been hired at a church that spring and we had begun attending Sunday school and I was exposed to Truth for the first time. That spring and summer through fall I struggled, questioning and searching trying to figure out how I could save myself then one day we had a guest preacher at church and I saw the Light. That day Jesus showed me I could do nothing for he had already done it all! His sacrifice had paid my debt, broken my chains set me free, I just had to accept the gift freely given. Ah, Ragazza that moment was the very first moment of true peace I had ever known! My oppressive weight that was slowly dragging me into hell was lighted, cut away and I was light as a feather, nearly floating, flying as I obeyed my sweet Savior when He bid me come! Since that moment I have not questioned God, I may not understand things now but I know that God does understand and has a beautifully wonderful plan in the works, I just can’t see what it is from where I’m at. But I know one day I will see it all as he does, it will all make sense then. I just have to trust, prayerfully seeking to stay in His will and searching His word for understanding until He calls me home and all things are made clear.
Ragazza: 3rd question: In glorifying God’s name, have you ever been scared to be judged?
Me: #3. As an early believer yes I am ashamed to admit that yes I was hurt when my parents judged me and scoffed at my faith in Christ, trying to cause me to follow in their steps and fall away from my Savior. When they would undermine my decision to obey the will of the Lord in my life and even made veiled threats towards me then, yes, I stumbled and was worried about the judgement I was under by the world. At that point God showed me the depths of His great love for His children! He calmed my fears, hiding me under His protective wing and strengthening me as He fought that battle for me then preparing me to fight coming ones. As I rested in my Father’s love and began to grow in my security then I asked Him to give me strength and use me as He saw fit. My journey began by getting involved with the homeschool community we were part of and I became a shepherd to mom’s new to God’s method of training and teaching our heritage from Him. Eventually He led me to begin this blog AR3VOLUT1ON which brings us back to question 1 I guess. I just want to share the the hope that fills me with the world, showing those still struggling in the darkness the way to the Light of Jesus Christ and His shed blood that can restore them to right standing with God, His resurrection that gives them eternal life, the Spirit which fills every believer in Christ guiding and leading them on the narrow path that leads right to the Savior’s side for eternity.
Ragazza: Thank you so much. I will post the spotlight later.
I wanted to share the full interview to give you a deeper insight into what AR3VOLUT1ON is all about. It’s really not about me at all, I am just the God’s servant trying to walk in His will and share the Gospel of Jesus every chance I get. You can find Ragazza’s full post here and my favorite post of her’s here, it’s my favorite because her quote from Jeremiah could be my motto!
Thanks again Ragazza for featuring AR3VOLUT1ON and helping me stand for Jesus my Savior who shed His blood for the forgiveness of sins. That is a glorious thing when I think about it – Jesus loves us all so much that while we were yet sinners He died for us! 
Ah, how Spurgeon always manages to bring home to roost the truths I have been wrestling with. Tonight was no exception with this tender reminder of just how far Jesus Christ has brought me, and how eternally thankful I am that He made me, bought me, forgives me!
“O Lord, to us belongeth confusion of face … because we have sinned against thee.” — Dan 9:8
A deep sense and clear sight of sin, its heinousness, and the punishment which it deserves, should make us lie low before the throne. We have sinned as Christians. Alas! that it should be so. Favoured as we have been, we have yet been ungrateful: privileged beyond most, we have not brought forth fruit in proportion. Who is there, although he may long have been engaged in the Christian warfare, that will not blush when he looks back upon the past? As for our days before we were regenerated, may they be forgiven and forgotten; but since then, though we have not sinned as before, yet we have sinned against light and against love-light which has really penetrated our minds, and love in which we have rejoiced. Oh, the atrocity of the sin of a pardoned soul! An unpardoned sinner sins cheaply compared with the sin of one of God’s own elect ones, who has had communion with Christ and leaned his head upon Jesus’ bosom. Look at David! Many will talk of his sin, but I pray you look at his repentance, and hear his broken bones, as each one of them moans out its dolorous confession! Mark his tears, as they fall upon the ground, and the deep sighs with which he accompanies the softened music of his harp! We have erred: let us, therefore, seek the spirit of penitence. Look, again, at Peter! We speak much of Peter’s denying his Master. Remember, it is written, “He wept bitterly.” Have we no denials of our Lord to be lamented with tears? Alas! these sins of ours, before and after conversion, would consign us to the place of inextinguishable fire if it were not for the sovereign mercy which has made us to differ, snatching us like brands from the burning. My soul, bow down under a sense of thy natural sinfulness, and worship thy God. Admire the grace which saves thee-the mercy which spares thee-the love which pardons thee!
A R3VOLUT1ON 