How beautiful

Religions and churches can be bought and sold,
but our faith is not for sale.

Ideologies and dogma can be written up and down,
but the substance of faith is things unseen.

Conversion is not the exchange of one currency for another,
as Christ proves by overturning the tables of the money changers in the Temple.

Sacrifice is not the purchase of a victim by the work of our hands,
but the purchase of our lives by the death of the Victor.

No one can attain the truth by the acquisition of knowledge,
but the truth walking in a man is unmistakable.

When you have staked all you own in a game of dice and lost, and then stake yourself and lose again, what is there left to lose? Nothing more stands between you and the Kingdom except the battle against your self. Will you listen to the Lord, and slay what was never real to obtain what can never be lost?

These truths are lodged in the heart of every man as the hook is caught in the fish’s mouth, yet both try to pull away, to break free. Though the line is strong, it can still be snapped. Will you be caught by hook, or trapped with many in a net?

Compared with the good news of Christ, all other stories are like the braying of an ass, but even an ass can speak the truth. Yet how beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, ‘Your God reigns’
(Isaiah 52:7).