"Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated [us] into the kingdom of his dear Son: In whom we have redemption through his blood, [even] the forgiveness of sins" (Col 1:13-14).
"My sins have been buried, buried deep down in the sea; my heart’s therefore voicing, its praises rejoicing! A servant of sin I no longer shall be. Now the burdens I carried have been lost every one; and my sins which were many are forgotten and gone.
My sins have been buried, buried deep down in the sea; and now I am singing, the joybells are ringing since Jesus has pardoned and sanctified me; oh what marvelous grace to my soul is received, from the wounds of transgression now my life has been healed!'
-old gospel song
The writer, commentator, Gore Vidal, died last night at age 86. He did not pretend to be anything other than what he was- an unabashed, homosexual writer. Before him, perversion had been cloaked in a camouflage of normality. Only those who could decode-speculate and the reader must indulge in mystical imagination. He opened the door, gave credibility, to express any type foibles of human nature. It is because of writers like Vidal that every type decadence has come out of the closet, unashamedly put on paper. No one has to guess about anything anymore. The lid off the garbage can of human degradation, open for all to explore...a panorama showing human debris, mixed in with a paper traits of human existence.
This writer has been exposed to life in the raw at every level, all over the world. The university professors want everyone self indulgent in the deceit of abnormal behavior. Erskine Caldwell's tobacco road was not charming to those who have known the poverty-physical, psychological and spiritual of those who known the reality of tobacco roads. Most of us seek a higher level of humanity appreciation. We want to know the layers of the galaxies of this universe and that creator-God can actually be interested in us. (Weak, frail, inept) It is rewarding to know that the heavens fell for Deborah (Judges 5:4), that the sun stood still for Joshua (Joshua 10:13), and that Gehazi, Elijah's servant's eyes were open so he could see the fiery chariots of the Lord. There is no room for speculation in Christianity. Even before Jesus' arrest, and Peter gallantly cutting off the ear of Malchus' servant, Jesus reattaching the ear, settling forever the omnipotence of God when he assured his disciples there in the garden that 12 legions of angels could come and protect him (150,000 soldiers). Just think, arresting a man who could instantly heal a "butchered ear." I feel sure Peter was aiming for the throat, mystery of the ages, how he sliced off the ear without touching other anatomy.
Jonah found out that God is in charge, thinking that he was escaping, down in the ship of sleep. What were the chances that a large fish would be available to swallow him and regurgitate him near the place that God had intended for him to go? (Neniveh, today, Mosul, Iraq) This writer has walked the Galapagos Islands and knows the mythology of Darwinism. In the panorama of God's creation, whales-birds-all fauna life, why would anyone spend their entire life speculating-guessing-testing the boundaries of human investigation, attempting to disprove God.
God's book is the answer book, the source book of all knowledge. "Why do the heathen rage? and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, [saying], Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision" (Psalm 2:1-4).
Near the South Pole, this writer was amazed at the great whales, water rising from the blowholes of their gigantic bodies. Captain Ahab of Moby Dick, was indeed a brave man.
Unforgettable, Africa, a herd of great elephants at one end of a lake, a herd of great buffalo at the other end of the lake. Don't mess around in the panorama of God's business. This writer saw mountain cliffs at the North Pole covered with small birds, "terns," (a bird weighing 1.4 lbs and 21 inches tall and travels from northern breeding grounds to Antarctic waters and back, each year). All avian species have very specific feathers and bone structure. From the paramecium to God's crowning glory of creation, homo-sapiens, don't question or mess around with God's magnificent designs. The challengers, whether Ingersoll or Hitchens, unqualified to understand or even explain photosynthesis or the clotting of blood.
Only God knows the end as well as the beginning of the parade. Meer mortals always look backwards. We can best associate with a scoundrel such as the Old Testament, Jacob. Jacob, the father of the tribes of the Jewish race, grandson of Abraham, the first Jew, a momma's boy, cheating his blind father Isaac, met in a wrestling match with God before his life was straightened out. Then, he was ready to understand his place in the world. Today's Christians have no idea of their blessedness in being chosen by God for eternal life. God gave special significance to his panorama in the universe by calling it host (Genesis 2:1). Twice in the Psalm 46: 7-11, "Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge."
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