Resurrection Power

 There are taller buildings, yet my temper is shorter now.  Oh, i love architecture and sometimes i'm the only one of the bus not glued to his cell phone because i'm breathing in the architecture of the buildings downtown -- down to the very last gargoyle.  i pray to You, Abba Father, to help me use the views of the beauty of buildings because it was Your resurrection power which poked the man's mind to sit down and draw the plans.  i see wider highways for more and more cars to speed along and get into all kinds of road rage, yet it's the narrower viewpoints of the drivers which cause that rage.  Speaking of narrow, i'm beginning to realize the gate is getting narrower and narrower these days and that not everybody is going to get to heaven.  "Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction.  And there are many who go in by it.  Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it. - [Matthew 7: 13-14]  

Even though i'm breaking the habit of spending more and having less, i don't mind having less because there's less to worry about.  That's true even though people may have heard everybody say that.  If i'm going to buy something i'm going to make sure i'm going to enjoy it more than it cost!  Submission is a voluntary thing.  People can make me obey them but that doesn't mean i've submitted.  Submission is an essential part of true Christianity.  The root to lack of submission to Christ in my life is my blasted pride.  Pride is a poisonous medicine.

There may be bigger houses, but that only means what small families are in them in the first place are spread out individually throughout the house.  i remember fondly those Sunday evenings early when mother, dad, brother and me played Monopoly.  i even remember one time sulking because i had missed Lassie.  i can remember bits of pieces of conversations around the dinner table.  When i see commercials and programs where everybody at the table is on a cell phone, i cringe.  i pity them.  i pray to You, Abba Father, to touch the hearts of this generation--and it's going to take a supernatural event--so that families can be old-fashioned again.  Help us all to not get caught up in nostalgia because, like pride, that's another dangerous, deceitful medicine. Wake us up, Heavenly Father.   In Jesus' name.  Amen