Day 4028 of the 7 day Bible verse challenge.

Ephesians 5:6 NIV

Sons of wrath

And daughters too for God’s a God of such supreme fairness and equality that He’s long since promised unto all of humanity a literal come to Jesus meeting in which we’re all guaranteed to there and then finally receive what is that great comeuppance we’ve all so fervently fought to both forsake and forget. Why? Because we’ve both earned it and, well, there’s got to be some sort of justice in light of our having just given up on our being even anything remotely close to who and what and where He created us to be and called us to stay.

Which was at first a people who loved Him enough to do as He asked and stay away from that tree, a people who’ve since come to eat so much of said fruit that we love Him not and the world He created has thus began to rot thanks to routines so raunchy and ridiculous that our raucousness is now the perfect grounds for His grinding us into the dust toward which we’re all now promised to return.

Wasn’t His first idea. Rather at first He created us out of the dirt, pulled us thus out of the dust to create us as something different than that from which we’d come. For this is the obvious intention of all such invention. Nobody seeks to make something nothing different than it already was for that would be a waste of everything from time to energy. No, people start with raw materials and seek from them to create something new and marvelous.

What of us is marvelous though? What of us is new?

What of us is anything other than that from which He formed us?

Or have not all of us indeed returned unto the dirt in lives lived so filthy at times that telling us apart isn’t worth the start as it simply cannot be done?

Indeed, such is life here under the sun where so too is there never anything new as rather we contend to prove content to only continue doing as we know to do, which is itself only that which was probably passed down to us by those who came before us and did themselves the same sort of nothing good that we still enjoy calling good enough.

What is good enough? Can there truly be enough of that which is good? Can good find its end? Is there any logic in our so societally surmising this overall assuming as to the good worth finding and how it’s somehow never meant to be found any fuller than our version of whatever enough may be?

What is enough? What is this filling of life and such? Where is this line and why does it seem so different inside every single life? Is enough truly a measure best left unto us? Have we ever really had enough of anything? Have we never wanted more of something we thought was good? If something is good, why would we ever stop at assuming there might be a point in time in which we’d had our fill?

Does not that which is good always seek more of itself?

To be honest I don’t know that inside these days we can tell. And that’s because, well, the world’s seemingly doing its absolute best to rival hell what with all the wars and rumors of wars and routine worries over all the things that likely serve only to keep us distracted from all the other things we should be worried about seeing as how life itself is all but falling apart all while we sit inside our little lives holding tight our favorite estimations as to both what good there might be and why having only a self-limited supply thereof is supposed to be itself a good thing.

Most of which is nothing good at all.

No, so much of what we’ve come to believe is good or as good is probably going to soon be proven quite far from the mark. Why? Because all but all of life has become a lie. Around these parts it’s all just nonsense. Everything that everyone worries about and wants to have and even goes to war over, it’s all such pettiness and pretense and perception as is always perched atop presumption and opinion.

Indeed, all of life down here is anymore nothing but a few billion people each believing in their own little lies so fully that all we know to do is only whatever we want to as is always measured by what we think is good and where we might happen to find our fill of the same. That’s why we have so many bars and buffets, shopping malls and adult video stores. We’ve become so simple that we’ve devolved into existing as mere animals who each live as life is nothing but eat or be eaten.

And we don’t want to be eaten.

So we awake each day to be the ones who dole out the beating as is begging for some attention that we’re so sure to get that we’re sure to be surprised when it turns out nothing of anything anyone should want. Why? Because while our wrath is heavy at times, and a weapon we so love to wield because of that, there’s a coming wrath that’s entirely unlike the feeble nature that ours always proves.

And yet it comes because we continue in what is a way of life both insisting our wrath upon those around us and that in light of their not doing what delights us, as if we’re still convinced that we’re the ones to be served and satisfied.

Oh, make no mistake my friends, served shall we be but I do not believe it will leave us satisfied at all.

At least not all of us.

In fact not many of us for again as we just mentioned inside yesterday’s post, narrow is the road which leadeth unto life and there be but scant few who find their way through the needle’s eye which measures the kind of life that we’re supposed be trying to live in what has every opportunity to be the one place in which we live life the least.

I think of this thought all the time anymore. How life here, though long and often filled with so many things we either love or loathe, it all has to end. Why? So that something else might begin. Why does something need to begin? Because this isn’t what God had in mind when He spent all that time creating all we’ve since set on fire in the flames of our desires that all but demand now the doing of things more depraved than ever before because it seems that simple sins just aren’t much fun anymore.

No, we are at our core a creative people having been made in the image of He who is the Creator. But rather than honoring Him as our Father, no, no instead we’ve ignored Him, forgotten Him, forsaken Him, treated Him as if a loser, a loner, a leper unworthy of our love, attention, intention.

We hate Him.

Why?

Because He dares stand there, hanging specifically, and speak unto us the truth about what we’ve become and how it is but a what and not a who. For in truth we are not people anymore. We’re not human any longer. We’ve each of us lost our humanity for some personally chosen and highly adored sense of vanity that is, unto us, the good for which we now seek our enough.

For some it’s money. For others material. Some chase matrimony. Many pay alimony when the former goes awry. Some stay awake at night trying to find some plan to which their proving faithful might find for them the fame or funds that could buy the friends they don’t have just yet. Others lose that sleep trying to think of some way to get away from a way of life they used to love but have come to hate so very much thanks to the substance of shame and such.

But the point is, and that for all of us, it’s that we’ve all lived a life spent doing stuff, chasing stuff, choosing stuff that could never amount to all that much.

Let alone anything good and much less good’s enough.

No, truth be told there’s little good left in our way of life. In fact the last gasps we seem to see are babies laughing and kids playing and birds flying and people kneeling and some of us crying over what we see as we finally see that we had our hand in the overall helping of an entire society succumb to our each becoming so dumb to life’s betters that we just sit beside hearts embittered over all the battles and bruises that we’ve inflicted upon ourselves in all our trying to force a life to fit where it was never meant to stay.

This is our way.

And we talk about it all the time. How we want life to go our way. How we enjoy when something goes our way. How it’s always either our way or the highway toward someone else who too won’t give you the time of day unless you do, think, say whatever it is that they want from you. All because, again, we’re apparently the ones to be catered to.

And again, we will be.

God is in fact preparing a feast that shall be spread out before His children, His army in the face of their enemies.

Problem is that we are God’s enemies due to living our lives in glaring enmity unto He who created us to be His, something we’ve long since so fully forgotten and forsaken that we’d not know Him if He came unto us and did nothing but good unto us such as healing our diseases and strengthening our weaknesses and forgiving us of our waywardness and offering us the very hope of an eternal home where all that is here isn’t.

And I know this because we didn’t.

For Christ came to this earth and opened the eyes of the blind, cleared up the ears of the deaf, straightened out twisted tongues and forgave us, every single one, of every single thing that we’d ever done against Him. Sins that caused the reality we walk in in which there are such things as blindness and deafness and unintelligible speech pouring from mouths connected to hearts which seem to know only to say “Leave us alone and let us do this our way!”

Something He both has done thus far but will not do forever.

Why?

Because again, there just has to be some sort of justice seen because of the many things we’ve done against Him. No, He cannot simply let sin slide, for if He did then He’d be proven to have lied when He said that sin is death. And thus we all must die, at least once, you know, just to help us feel the overall gravity of life and what we’ve caused it to become. For no, there is no free ride in a freedom so filthy that it’s caused us all to forget Him.

There has to be something done unto everyone so as to ensure the same never ever happens again.

And, well, what better than our each of us losing our lives as have been most certainly lived our way which is, again, nothing but death itself thanks to the many sins seen within?

Yes, it is because of such things that we discussed yesterday in our conversation regarding Colossians 3:5 (sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry) that it’s here said that the very wrath of God is coming. It’s because such things are glaring proof of our having each lived only to lose, but that only sight of Him and thankfulness the same.

Indeed, as I said we’ve all come to hate Him in what have been lives in which we’ve willfully done wrong, choosing then to deny the Son as we instead all but insist that He hop back up on that cross and bleed a little more, hurt a little more, suffer a little longer all so that we don’t have to sacrifice our selfishness as is seen inside how all of us have come to live a life in which all we seek is for our to be served a heaping helping of whatever hellfire it may be that we may have become so very blind as to apparently seem to see as something good enough to want in such measure as we’ve all found already.

Alas it seems as though our laps have become so scorched thanks to our having scooped sin into them that we feel not the fall anymore.

Rather it’s become our normal.

That’s the point of yesterday’s post. It’s that everything that has become normal isn’t, never should have been. That we’ve normalized sin and shame in such a way that our way now seeks incessantly the same. Indeed, we sin as if it’s going out of style and we shame those who don’t do likewise. All because we’re now so far gone that maybe the only chance we have is dying.

All because reality holds that we’re just not much good at living.

At least not for anything actually worth living for.

And that’s because dying ain’t much of a living and yet it’s all that we do live for in what are lives again lived our way which knows only to go against His. Yes, we hate His way. We hate His Word because it calls out our failures and points out our flaws. We hate His will because it’s often hard, so much harder than ours. We hate His law because we know of only a freedom that seeks to serve, to honor, to uphold nothing at all. We hate His Son because He did what we couldn’t, what we wouldn’t, what most here will never even admit He did because it sucks to admit that we both did it and caused it.

Yes, we hate ourselves because of what we’ve done and who we’ve become and how, again, it’s not a who but a what.

For again we’re but animals who’ve devolved into such a level of disobedience that the same now defines us.

But friends, where does that leave Him, our having left Him behind in our still ongoing search to find what we think is good, never looking unto He who is? What are we left to find when the Father is never on our list of things to try or places to look? What are we learn of life if never we even open the book written for the express benefit of leading us, teaching us, testing us, guiding us unto the decent living thereof?

Indeed, how are we to know we’re ready to pass the test when we’ve passed away if not having done anything in the way of seeking the Way who is the Life and promised the same unto those who gave their lives unto living the Truth that He is in whatever way a broken people such as we might?

Truth is that we can’t. We can’t have any such confidence in how this turns out when we look never toward the turning of this life into another. But the issue is that that’s exactly what He’s promised would happen. That not all would sleep but all would be changed and that in the twinkling of an eye at the last trumpet’s sound heard here.

It’s just that we’ve lived in such rebellion of that promise that most here only promote a continued disobedience of the One who gave it. But friends, disobeying the one who gave the first promise also demands we disobey His second.

The first being that all have sinned and thus all will die.

The second being that of eternal life given unto those who admit they have sinned and fallen there short of the glory of God, and thus spend out the rest of their days not doing things their way but rather striving to, for once, follow He who is the Way.

Because only Christ knows how to get us home.

We’ve instead proven perfect in only getting ourselves lost.

Question is whether or not we’ll stay there. Which is here. Which is lost in a world willfully the same.

Yes, having each of us lost sight of God, and willingly so, adamantly so, will we continue not looking for Him, toward Him? It’s a certainty growing daily that most here will, in that they won’t look for Him. Most here will continue living a way of life that says they all but blatantly hate Him in their continuing to sin so very much that they honestly never find the fill of their tainted version of good.

Maybe that’s where we start. With asking ourselves what good is to us. Because, well, if it’s anything here then perhaps here our reward remains too. For He’s told us that where our treasure is our heart is. So where then is your treasure, or rather what do you treasure in your heart?

Sad reality is that all of us have known to treasure a great many things in these lives lived our way. Problem is that most of those many things have been sinful and wrong. In fact we’ve done so much so wrong that sin is now how we’re known. We are sinners who thus know only to do that which defines who we are.

Is that all we want to be? Again, sadly it seems as though the answer to that is yes for most.

Because sin is normal. Sin is common. Sin is seen as fun and fun is our friend and the friend of our friend is our friend too.

But friends, being friends to sin means being enemies to He who died because of it.

And, well, remaining enemies of the God who will soon determine where we spend eternity doesn’t really seem like a very smart thing to do.

So maybe we should do something different. Or, on second thought, considering the sheer amount of sin and hatred and darkness and rebellion down here, maybe we should do just about everything different. And that from, well, just about everyone.

Why?

Because broad is the road which leads toward destruction and there are indeed many who are walking happily upon it.

But the destination won’t prove worth the company. Rather it will only prove that bad company ruins both good morals and a good outcome too.

For what waits at the end of the broad road is God’s wrath. Actually both roads find His wrath. It’s just that broad one leaves it found by those who never found Christ nor thus His willingness to fulfill it on their behalf.

Meaning then that it’ll be faced by them and that alone.

And no, that won’t go well.

Because we are all sons and daughters of disobedience. And that simply doesn’t sound anywhere near as good as being sons and daughters of the God of all goodness and grace.

For only one ends in life whereas the other knows only a life lived denying it might.

I’ll leave you to sort out which.

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