“The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? “I the LORD search the heart and examine the mind, to reward a man according to his conduct, according to what his deeds deserve.”- Jeremiah 17:9-10

Did you know that if you have accepted Christ to live in your heart, and have invited the Holy Spirit to guide your life, and have accepted God’s awesome LIFE TERMS, then your HEART is no longer WICKED???!!!!

Yes that’s right you have a new heart, a heart of flesh, circumcised by the atonement of Christ, made new in Him. Your heart is GOOD. I mean GOOD like ice cream, newborn babies, spring rain, and the first snow good.

This teaching in the CHURCH has been stomped for 2000 years! Because the ENEMY DOES NOT WANT YOU TO LIVE WITH A NEW HEART! He wants you to waste away in self pity, rejection, self loathing, and despondence, thinking that “if I could only get to heaven, I’d be ok”. We really don’t think we are OK!!!!!

WHAT? I mean I am sitting here thinking of all the times the Enemy has gotten me with this one. YOU ARE NOT OK. YOU SUCK. YOU ARE NOT CHOSEN. YOU ARE NOT SINLESS. YOU ARE A FILTHY RAG. YOUR LIFE IS CHOKED WITH WEEDS.

Well where the HELL is the Gardener, the Counselor, the Shepherd of my Soul??????

IN MY HEART!

Your heart has been ransomed, transformed, made whole, made clean, and made new!!

REQUIRED READING FOR THE FAINT AT HEART:

Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Ransomed Heart by John Eldredge

Ransomed Heart Ministries

 

Captivating by John & Stasi Eldredge

Wild At Heart by John Eldredge

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Under The Fingernails

April 27, 2008

Oh God, I am as dry and crumpled and rattling

As a rolling husk of weed in November.

Parched heart, brown seed,

Mouth thick with spit

Like puss,

Unspeaking.

Mind as barren as a stubble field

and cold as tundra.

 

Oh God, my hands curl

like dried fruit.

My lips and skin part and crack.

I stink of dust.

Shake me from your sandals, Lord.

Draw and pour fresh well water over Your head.

Let it trickle between Your toes.

Tread, mash, and swish me around.

Return me to that clean, bright,

Slick, rich wetness:

The clay under the fingernails of God.

 

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