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Thursday, February 05, 2015

The Destruction of a Gossiping Tongue

Woe is the destruction that comes

From a gossiping tongue

Like the devastation wrought

By an out of control wildfire

So too when the gossip’s tongue speaks

A match is lit and many will be burned

Like the person who rolls down the window

Carelessly tosses out a lit cigarette

It will ignite flames of fire

And quickly be driven by the wind

Nary is a thought given

To the damage that will ensue

Wounds inflicted

Burns and scars that may take a lifetime to heal

What pride and arrogance

When words of judgment and condemnation are spoken

The unbeliever hears and declares “hypocrite”

I don’t want to be like that Christian

It breeds mistrust, anger and bitterness

The wounded soul struggles to forgive

Souls for whom Christ died are hurt

The body is divided

God dishonored

Reproach brought upon the body of Christ

Remove the log from your own eye

Be broken over sin and seek forgiveness

Instead may you use your tongue

To praise and worship God, bring Him honor and glory

Now may you pray for the brethren

Speak words of encouragement, life and truth

Susan Wachtel

February 5, 2015

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My Colors Will Be Clear

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight seeing, smooth knees, color-less dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, "chinchy" giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need position, promotions, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my destination is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of the One that gave me life, drew the line in blood for me in the hour of my destiny.

I am one of Christ's remnant people. I belong to Him and none other. All I do to bring this life to another is done because of that blood covenant poured out for me.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. I must share will all that one more might hear and be drawn from the flaming darkness that longs to consume. Reach for another, touch but one more!

Until that moment...He will have no problem in recognizing me- my colors will be clear!!!

Not only are the words inspiring but so is the man behind them. The above letter was written by a Pastor in Africa who was undergoing severe persecution. On the eve of his execution he sat down and wrote the above note.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

The Destruction of a Gossiping Tongue

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