Are We Preparing Them?

 

Are We Preparing Them?

    The single greatest action of creation a man and woman may make is the start of a new life.  It is not the car.  It is not the college.  It is not the home they will furnish with gotten stuff.  We have been given the great responsibility under God to create something that will last forever under His will.  So, do we equip the saints for the work of this ministry?

     Sixteen years or so is the prep time in America.  Girls, a little less time depending on their cycle.

     We bombard these youngsters with vile sexual images on T.V. and lace their commercials with hedonistic undertones to draw on their already rearing passions that lay under the quell of parents held in anxieties sway.

     Is this stupidity?  Why do we condemn their decisions made in the back of a car seat?  America runs on inordinate sex and violence according to the entertainments swallowed from the black screen. We pass it by.  It is too much.  We pull the scab and want the scar.  At least that part of us won’t feel.

     Is holiness so wrong?  Are we so far gone?  Do we laugh at purity and make jokes of a youth not given to misdeeds but keeps their virgin alive and with health?  Where will His seeing eye find the faithful?

     I thought He said if we lust with our eye, we sin in our hearts.  Has lust had its full run of America as in Sodom?  The logical end would be abomination and a killing of little ones still in the womb.

     Life matters little when it can be expended upon the curb.  Concrete doesn’t care as fetal blood is smeared across it.  Greater sacrifice is made by hands willing to move in ignorance of a God’s wrath.  Who can know it?

     Are we preparing our children to beset the greatest gift given?  As master painters, do they approach the canvas with confidence and a usual familiarity of hues given to stroke the board to life?  I praise the ones who have invested such.  We need the parents to train them.  Our civilization hangs off the cliff of despondency waiting to be reeled in by those who know better.  And there is a better.

     There are plenty of shoulds in God’s world.  He has mandated the rules necessary to keep us safe, but we as rats escape to the corn and feed on refuse to undernourish our blatant souls.  We love the blood.  Lick it!  Like it!  Dwell in it as we slop the rest to the hogs of carnivore.  Placenta we shall eat for we have scratched it on the menu.

     Am I surprised?  No.  This is the world.  It has been churning since Adam.  A twist then bend while the junction gets hot by the friction we’ve created.  Marriage cannot survive with needles of infidelity poking about its anus.  We attract the like venom while we wonder who spilled the seed.  God will not be mocked.  We will reap a fourfold.

     A call to worship.  Who can call on the Lord with a leprous tongue?  Will He really pardon our repeated iniquities at the door while we drag our discharge before Him?  Our sanctification is where we agree in His holiness.  “Come out from her my children unless you are caught up in her destruction.”  I thought the Great Whore was to be annihilated.  Then why do we follow her ways?

     A call to awakening.  He desires a pure Church.  Will we train our children to love His vision?

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