Measure Those Who Worship

Measure Those Who Worship
Francis Frangipane
http://www.frangipane.org/

"Then there was given me a measuring rod like a staff; and someone said, 'Get up and measure the temple of God and the altar, and those who worship in it. Leave out the court which is outside the temple and do not measure it, for it has been given to the nations . . . '" (Revelation 11:1-2).

At the end of the age there will be two types of Christians: those who worship in the inner court and those outside the place of intimacy who are, to some degree, subject to the influence of "the nations." For whatever this verse ultimately means, it tells us now that the Spirit of God is measuring worshipers - those individuals whose treasure is in heaven, who abide in the inner court of God's temple. Beloved, those who worship God dwell in a measured and protected place.

Consider: In our world of terrors, pressures and trauma, our only place of safety exists in the living presence of God. We must not accept a religion about God instead of the presence of God. If we would truly dwell in the divine Presence, one thing perhaps above all others will take us there: we must become true worshipers of God.

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Thought for the day

"Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday, and all is well."

And so it is.

Bless God

Here I am

Hello readers.

I have taken the plunge in blogging. Don't know what will result but I hope not to bore you too much.

Let me begin with a smiggen from my past.
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I was born in Springfield, Ohio. My family lived in New Carlisle just north of Dayton at the time. The small house with the towering poplars along the driveway was home till I was four years old. Only a few memories linger from those days. A big fat red plastic baseball bat propelling a plastic whiffle ball to the farthest reaches of the backyard diamond before a home town crowd who cheered every swing. A large white bunny with pink eyes.

I don't quite remember the move the Englewood, but I do remember the house. Enormous. It seemed so huge to me in the early years. A backyard with no fence. The patio with the awning over it. A bedroom that seemed bigger than the whole house we have moved from.

Baseball remained at the core of my existence. With two diamonds in the neighborhood, it did not take long before I discovered the rest of the baseball addicts. From sun-up to sun-down, every single chance we got, we honed the skills that would hopefully take us to the big leagues some day. Smiling dust covered faces jostling for a turn in the batters box. Life was heaven.

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That's all the time we have today boys and girls. I will be back soon with more thoughts and stories.

Bless God

John Pearson