The Terminal Temporal

Rom.3:23

For the wages of sin is death, 

but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Rom.6:1

What shall we say then? 

Shall we continue in sin that grace may abound?

  2Certainly not! 

How shall we who died to sin live any longer in it?

A solemn tone to today's train of think-ink...

It is impossible to repent and continue living in sin!

As humans we all sin, yes, 

but that is not the same as living in sin.

 For every tree is known by its own fruit...

Luke 6:44

Jesus didn't die to save us so we could continue living in sin.

Jesus came to earth to die and rise again,

 to save us from our sins

Truth is not altered by our denial of its facts;

Truth IS!

Truth is its own Absolute! Hallelujah!

(That's what makes Him/it trustworthy)

Today's solemn splendor spilled 

in a temporary tracery of white!

Today in solemn splendor spills from He, worthy of all our praise

This is no flippant grant He wills to fulfill mortal’s numbered days

Sovereign God lends the lease that bends with choice wedded with consequence

The bedrock of His Truth transcends time’s brief exploits of Preference

As through The Temporal we pass like lightning in an hourglass

Today, in gracious grandeur gleams like a pendent of hope and grace

With faithful fervor Mercy streams from Holy God to human race

Battlegrounds of hunger and thirst weather war-cries of pride and lust

While the deathless soul is immersed in apparel of dust-to-dust

And Temporal we behold will soon melt like mist upon a hill

Today, in precious promise pours from a Presence that is not moved

Though, by and large the world ignores Him; this by bold disregard proved

Where His Word is not hidden in the heart so that we do not err

Where conscience is not stricken by sin that entered in unaware

While The Temporal lulls asleep those who no earnest vigil keep

Today, in kind compassion brims from He who, oft misunderstood

Abides, worthy of worship’s hymns for He is trustworthy and good

And never makes mistakes; He takes the broken pieces we release

And from repentance He reshapes dashed shards into a masterpiece

And tunes us to the Temporal, that, tick by tock unveils the Whole

Today in solemn splendor spills and refills smorgasbords with Choice

A free-for-all that soon reveals whether we heed that Still, Small Voice 

This is no flippant grant God wills to the Soul's temporary cape

It is a gift; a gift that drills us with temptation and Escape

Before the Temporal gives way to never-ending night or day 

© Janet Martin

2 Cor.4:18

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen,

 since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

“But of that day and hour no one knows,

 not even the angels in heaven,

 nor the Son, but only the Father. 

 Take heed, watch and pray; 

for you do not know when the time is. 

 It is like a man going to a far country, 

who left his house and gave authority

 to his servants, and to each his work, 

and commanded the doorkeeper to watch. 

 Watch therefore, for you do not know 

when the master of the house is coming—

in the evening, 

at midnight, 

at the crowing of the rooster, 

or in the morning— 

 lest, coming suddenly, he find you sleeping. 

 And what I say to you, I say to all: 

Watch!”

Mark 13:32-37