DJ Gorena

Life as I see it

Month: April, 2013

The Blood on the Ground

I have just witnessed pictures of blood on the ground. This blood is from goats, chickens and other animals that had been sacrificed by people who believe they can have their sins forgiven. These people are in India and this is common there. People who sacrifice to many gods that neither hear nor see. These gods are made by men and do not exist without someone creating them.

The God of the Bible says,

There you will serve gods, the work of man’s hands, wood and stone, which neither see nor hear nor eat nor smell. But from there you will seek the LORD your God, and you will find Him if you search for Him with all your heart and all your soul. (Deuteronomy 4:28-29)

There is only one true God who is not made by men. Rather, He is the maker of men. My prayer is that those who believe not God would come to believe Him. But what does He say?

How then will they call on Him in whom they have not believed? How will they believe in Him whom they have not heard? And how will they hear without a preacher? How will they preach unless they are sent? Just as it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news of good things. (Romans 10:14-15)

There is blood from One who gave of Himself sacrificially. His blood was spilt on behalf of you and me. His blood is what is necessary for the remission of sins. Paul the apostle put it this way:

In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which He lavished on us. In all wisdom and insight He made known to us the mystery of His will, according to His kind intention which He purposed in Him with a view to an administration suitable to the fullness of the times, that is, the summing up of all things in Christ, things in the heavens and things on the earth. (Ephesians 1:7-10)

Jesus Christ died according to the Scriptures, the Bible, was buried, and rose again according to the Scriptures. Trust Him! Believe Him! When you do He forgives you and washes you clean, sets you apart for Himself with a love that is everlasting, and He declares you righteous in Himself.

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Just Thinking

I am sitting in my hotel room right now in Galveston. It is a beautiful day. I am on the 8th floor looking out on the Gulf of Mexico. People are swimming in the pool as well as out in the Gulf. There’s music playing from the gazebo bar at the pool. What’s interesting to me is that I have been reading and watching people in the pool for several hours. They continue to go up to the bar and order drinks but I have not seen them yet leave the pool to actually go and use the restroom to get rid of all that they have been drinking for the last 3-4 hours.

Hmm…I’m just thinking…

Who Am I?

I am currently reading a book entitled “The Cost of Discipleship” by Dietrich Bonhoeffer. It is a great read and although I have heard of it for many years, this is the first time for me to go through it. I am sure that it will not be the last time either. At the beginnng of this volume is a memoir of Bonhoeffer written by G. Leibholz and he writes out a poem that Bonhoeffer wrote prior to his death in a German Nazi concentration camp. The title of the poem is “Who Am I?”

Who am I? They often tell me
I stepped from my cell’s confinement
calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
like a Squire from his country house.

Who am I? They often tell me
I used to speak to my warders
freely and friendly and clearly,
as though it were mine to command.

Who am I? They also tell me
I bore the days of misfortune
equably, smilingly, proudly,
like one accustomed to win.

Am I then really that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
struggling for breath, as though hands were
compressing my throat,
yearning for colours, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
thirsting for words of kindness, for neighbourliness,
tossing in expectation of great events,
powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
faint, and ready to say farewell to it all.

Who am I? This or the Other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,
and before myself a contemptible woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army
fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?

Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of
mine,
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine!

It is melancholy is it not? And yet you see the living hope that is in the fact that God knows that I am His. Do you belong to the Lord? Who are you? Better still, whose are you? Read the rest of this entry »

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