Don't Blame Fate When Things Go Wrong
Call
for help, Saints, if you think anyone will answer! To which holy angels will you turn?
The
hot temper of a fool eventually kills him, the jealous anger of a simpleton does
her in. I've seen it myself, fools putting down roots, and then suddenly
their houses are cursed. Their children
out in the cold, abused and exploited, with no one to stick up for them.
Hungry
people off the street plunder their harvests, cleaning them out completely,
taking thorns and all, insatiable for everything they have. Don't blame fate when things go wrong - trouble
doesn't come from nowhere.
It's
human! Mortals are born and bred for
trouble, as certainly as sparks fly upward.
If I were in your shoes, I'd go straight to God. I'd throw myself on the mercy of God. After all, He's famous for great and
unexpected acts; there's no end to His surprises.
He
raises up the down and out, gives firm footing to those sinking in grief. He aborts the schemes of conniving crooks,
crooks in high places in the church, so that none of their plots come to term.
He
catches the know-it-alls in their conspiracies - all that intricate intrigue
swept out with the trash! Suddenly
they're disoriented, plunged into darkness; they can't see to put one foot in
front of the other. But the downtrodden
are saved by God, saved from the murderous plots, saved from the iron fist. And so the poor continue to hope while
injustice is bound and gagged. So what a
blessing when God steps in and corrects you!
Mind
you, don't despise the discipline of Almighty God! True, He wounds, but He also dresses the
wound; the same hand that hurts you, heals you.
From one disaster after another he delivers you; no matter what the
calamity, the evil can't touch you.
In
famine, He'll keep you from starving, in war (and we are in a war against
immoral relativism) from being gutted by the sword. You'll be protected from vicious gossip and
live fearless through any catastrophe.
You'll shrug off disaster and famine, and stroll fearlessly among wild
animals.
You'll
be on good terms with rocks and mountains; wild animals will become your good
friends. You'll know that your place on
Earth is safe. You'll look over your
goods and find nothing amiss. You'll see
your children grow up, your family lovely and lissome as orchard grass.
You'll
arrive at your grave ripe with many good years, like sheaves of golden grain
harvest.
Yes,
this is the way things are - My word of honor! "Take it to heart and you
won't go wrong."
To
write something you know God told you, and to know that every word is true,
What a Blessing.
"If
I Perish, I Perish in Him."
Talk to
you soon,
Artesian
Well Church
6031 Linden Avenue
Long Beach, CA
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