December 30, 2016


My friend Betty, a 90-plus-year-old writer and author, recently sent me an email, “I don’t know how to add those cute little thingamajigs [emoji] so you’ll have to add your own.” I laughed at her comment until I took it a step further and realized that many of us are guilty of doing something similar with the Word of God. Today’s culture wants to add their own emoji to Scripture. "For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths” (2 Tim 4:3-4 NIV).

1 comment:

Steve Corey said...


-----Scientism has not only challenged the Word of God beyond the point many Christians can withstand, but it has stacked upon that challenge a load of lies crushing the delicate faith of most of the rest. Man’s heart has always sought pretexts for escaping faith in God. Although the many traveling the wide road to destruction were not much more proportionately fewer several centuries ago than today, the cultural pressures to admit the truth of scripture were more then than the faithless could publicly escape. At least a theatrical mask of belief was necessary for good public standing.
-----The insidious greed and jealousies vented through wars of Christians against Christians of the 14th through 18th centuries inclined the public theater of thought and sentiment towards throwing the Bible and its God out the door. As “Christian” war swept back and forth across Europe like a wave in a bathtub, washing the fields of crops and the villages of housing, the continual lapping of war fires heated the people enough to melt public sentiments and reshape beliefs. Then, like a faithful custodian bearing the precious key, Darwin shows up at the right time with just the piece of intellectual deceit to unlock the theater doors. All it took thereafter were the natural biases of group behavior to move the crowd pressing at the door onto the shelterless street.
-----Faithlessness they sought; faithlessness they got. Today, scientism insists with virtual certainty that the Word of God is the pipedream of man. Preachers now stand in Sunday school teaching bull ony about creation-by-evolution, thus making God an abject liar for blaming evolution’s key process -death- upon man, the supposed product of what he himself is accused. Today, faithful Christians are required to wear the mask of scientism in order to hold any public standing.
-----Well, I say they can stuff their fricking masks in their deaf ears! I wasn’t so bold before the recent past. I started the sincere part of my walk with the Lord forty-four years ago. The ever present prayer on my heart was for God to lead me into the simple, undeniable, and solid evidences of the historical and prophetic truths of His Word. I’ve been sad since, and I’ve been mad over those four decades of searching to find merely “almost but not quite” evidence until the twenty-first century rolled in, all filled up with signs and evidences plain for any attentive eye to see.
-----And like a completing jig-saw puzzle, the more pieces fit into place the more the rest drop into place. This world is racing towards the seven years of hell-on-earth the Lord will use to subdue the hearts of a remnant unto a thousand years of peace, joy, and prosperity. That reality and the reality of His Holy Bible’s truth exactly as it is written undeniably show in tracks and traceable historical clues attested by signs in the sun, moon, and stars. And these show His reality only slightly less than do the actions of His followers with sincerely believing hearts.
-----Occasionally people wonder why I dress up with suit and tie for church anymore. He answered my prayers and longing heart. He showed me the tracks He’s left and the signs He’s placed in the sky. I can not help but express my gratitude in every way possible, so I now dress for church with the heart-felt reality of what He’s led before my eyes. I am no more sad or mad; I am beyond glad, somewhere in awestruck, elated joy.

Love you all,
Steve Corey