Let’s Fling Filth On Ourselves, and Laugh

Friends,
A story; by me:

“Ooooooo! What a gorgeous pail YOU have! Look at mine.” The girls chatter and laugh. Then away they go, swinging their glittering pails.

Little do they know though, that this is being said of them: “You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, so you CAN become rich [–spiritually]; and white clothes to wear, so you CAN cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you CAN see.” (Rev. 3:17,18)

For as Jesus warned in Matt. 13:14,15, “In them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah: ‘You will be ever hearing but never understanding; you will be ever seeing but never perceiving. For this people’s heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes.'”

But– the girls don’t hear these verses of warning –of course. They have other things to do, places to go, boys to meet… “What?” they sneer. “Read the BIBLE?! –that old-fashioned book?! … Well, on second thought, we do sometimes read it; but right now, we are too busy being relevant to our culture! Besides, we already know what it says anyway. And yes, we follow some of it –that is, the parts that are applicable to OUR day and time.”

Jostling each other, twittering their eyelashes, they come to their destination –a huge condo with blaring music and liquor and –of course –boys.

So, what do these girls do all evening? They exchange pails, of course. They reach into different glamorous pails, searching for all sorts of morsels to eat, smear on their eyes, push up their noses and into their ears, and throw at each other. Oh, it’s quite a lot of fun, they say.

But take someone from a Different Kingdom… who goes in to see what the excitement –the noise– is all about. She, of course, has to hold her nose because of the putrid smells wafting in and through the rooms, but remarkably, no one else seems to be aware of the stench. Then someone offers her their pail. “Get what you want out of it,” coos the generous one. The Different Kingdom girl cringes from the incredibly nauseating odor as she looks in. All sorts of mold, and vomit, and trash are inside!

“Well, um… thanks,” stammers our Different Kingdom Girl, wondering if what is actually in the pail is not correctly perceived by the others. “Um…. –not right now.”

“Suit yourself,” says the generous one. Then all of a sudden, she puts her hand deep into her sparkling pail, and gleefully pulling out tons of filth, she proceeds to fling it purposefully into her own face! Others see, and squealing with frightening shrieks of ecstasy, they rush toward her, grabbing her pail and flinging the rest of the contents all over themselves.

Our Different Kingdom Girl is aghast! Does she even consider hanging out there any longer? ……….?

You decide. YOU decide what she does.

And as you make the decision, think about how OFTEN –daily– you make that choice… those times when foul words, coarse jokes, cruel slander, or blasphemy against Jesus is slung into the ears… those times that violence done to another human being is sketched permanently into the subconscious mind… those times that the eyes take in ungodly, unholy acts from off the T.V. that the world tells us is oh, so funny… those times when lust and adultery are made glamourous and romantic, thus cheapening the real gift of loving intimacy God created for those who are married… –Think about every single one of those times, and how each episode hardens the heart just a little more… sears the conscience just a little deeper…

But as for me, “I will walk in my house [walk through my life] with blameless heart. I will set before my eyes [ears, thoughts, heart] no vile thing.” (Ps. 101:2b,3) For “I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted… and they [the angels] were calling to one another: ‘Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty…'” (Isa. 6:1-3) When one has caught a glimpse (spiritually) of HIS splendor, HIS glory, HIS majesty –one would just absolutely NEVER desire to peer into –breathe in, gobble up, or exclaim over– a bucket of filth again. In fact, he or she would consider it utterly abhorrent and foolish –an act reserved for the seriously demented.

Let’s be wise, holy, and separated.
Love,
Rachel

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~ by smilesback on September 10, 2009.

 
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