Hello everyone. I wrote this short article a bit ago, not originally as an article, but to those who I shared it with said they got alot out of it. Enjoy. There aren't any scripture references posted, because I thought many were self explanatory...But if you would like to know where I based some of this from, please inquire. The Urn of HumanismOrThe Sickbed of SelfishnessBy J.A. Olver\t\tI have found myself so molded and pounded into shape by God and I cannot recognize myself. What I was in the past, that period before the Blood is nothing like I am now. \tMe, the god, was dethroned, exiled and executed – in a fierce, brutal bloodbath he was beheaded and the corpse was burned. The ashes were then taken and cast into the wind which blew the residue as far as the east is from the west. All that was left was a wounded and lost soul and a raw, wounded heart. Blood was poured over this filthy heart and shady soul, and it was purified – healed! From there I grew in weakness, so the strength of my Lord would be made perfect. \tI stand today, washed and purified. I have been (and still am) under the blows of the blacksmith’s hammer and I have been tempered in His furnace. What walks this earth and breathes this air today is something new – something the world has never seen before and shall never see again. Exiled, executed, purified, burned and pounded, I stand today longing for more, desiring to be conformed to His deign. \tAnd I am angry at – and sorry for – and pleading for those who have gone through the same process: who have died to themselves, and have been molded – but resisted. Who decided to be the obdurate rod of iron.The capricious lump of clay who dares talk back to the Potter Who refuse to want what He wants. Who want to be an ashtray, rather than a cistern. Who want to be a firebrand rather than a blade. \tThey are selfish! No trace of altruism is in their character. All things, no matter how philanthropic they may seem are for themselves and themselves alone. They may even be deceiving themselves. The rust, the mold, the infection of Humanism has plagued them and they are being poisoned. Many of them rant and hide themselves behind dark veils. They delude themselves and are delirious. Unwilling to lie in their self proclaimed deathbed alone, they pull others in and infect them as well.\tMuch of this is looked at as ‘soul searching,’ or ‘finding themselves,’ or ‘discovering their niche.’ I submit that it is self inflicted brainwashing to justify their selfishness! They lust to sit on the throne of their own heart. The sole purpose of their ‘sovereignty’ is to dictate how they feel good when they want to. It is to be happy through any of the means they deem fit. When truly those who have been broken, those who have been passed through fire, those who have been molded scrapped and molded again, those who have been pounded between the anvil and the hammer, those who retain the shape they are made in and yield to the hands of the Artisan whenever He wills are the ones who have hope. They are the ones whose faith does not fail, for they are confident in the skilled hands of their Maker. They know that whatever the next shape may be it is the one that has been designed for them – that there is some great purpose that is beyond their understanding. Whether it is an extra edge or fold here, or a new crease or crevice there – they yield. YIELD! And they fulfill their service. \tThey will receive their just reward, those who only give the appearance of being molded into a vessel for God to pour His purposes in to. When on the inside they contain the ashes of their beloved, tyrannical monarch.
