Sermons of Salvation: "Jaded Compassion"
Mar 6, 2018 23:33:13 GMT -5
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Post by Frost on Mar 6, 2018 23:33:13 GMT -5
The point of view quickly falls from the top of this majestic Cathedral & below on the alter where a symphony of salivation awaits below…….
The now more than fifty percent full house of worship & it’s faithful applaud such a “glorious” performance as does the “Man in White” Paul Frost who joins in a standing ovation for these humble minstrels who make their way off the alter as Frost once again takes to the pulpit.
F R O S T BE WITH YOU
“And also with You”
You may be seated, tonight MY brother’s and sister’s we have gathered once again inside these hallowed halls to STREGTHEN your faith in the Lord.
“Amen”
You come here to witness the Lord’s will both vengeful and righteous.
“Amen”
You all come here to stand in the LIGHT of the Lord.
“Hallelujah”
Then allow ME to be the first to tell each and every one of you
YOU’VE BEEN WASTING YOUR TIME
YOU’VE BEEN WASTING MY TIME
YOU’VE JUST BEEN WASTING AWAY PERIOD
There a few sparse murmurs of concern whispered among the flock, then those same whisper’s begin to grow and grow and grow until finally there’s a SCREAM of blasphemy from the congregation.
Frost through is clam & collective as his simply raises his right hand to hush the crowd below
My children you fail to see the lesion in my previous statements, tonight’s road toward salvation is NOT about your F A I T H, if your faith was weak you wouldn’t be here at this moment. This moment belongs to something that has been LACKING longer than faith in the Lord…….
C O M P A S S I O N
My brothers and sisters compassion hasn’t been missing nay it’s been forgotten, left somewhere to DIE a slow pointless death. Make no mistake to the OUTSIDE world compassion is NOTHING but code for a “bleeding heart” but WE are far from bleeding hearts. Inside THIS house, inside MY house the blood of the Lord is what has and WILL save that wretched world beyond these very walls.
“Amen”
It was MY blood which WASHED the souls of ten of thousands clean, it was MY blood which born again the black haired angel of the Lord Velvet
“Hallelujah”
It was MY blood which boiled and brought upon the christening of Holy Gold….in BOTH….brother Ridge and brother Dusk
“Hallelujah”
But this goes deeper than any cut on the Lord, for you all know that for hundreds of years the foundation of our land was built on MY truth. Suddenly everything changed. It wasn't our land anymore, and we who affirmed MY principles found ourselves on the outside looking in — intimidated, marginalized, , and ridiculed. As all of this unfolded, despair has turned into a souring, growing anger in God's people. We're angry about values, politics, television, media, education, the violation of the unborn, condoms, and criminals. This anger has given rise to a warrior instinct in the body of God that has left you with a radical profile. We're shouting more, and we're shooting at doctors of abortion clinics. Publicly we are perceived to be long on madness and short on mercy, to be more committed to our consternation than we are to compassion.
Something is out of joint in the body of Frost because your madness is unlike mine. Although I always held to the truth, I did it with grace. MY life and ministry were marked not by consternation but by compassion.
“Amen”
Luke 15 contains three of the most famous parables in Scripture: the story of the shepherd who lost one of his hundred sheep and went to find it; the story of the widow woman who had a bag of coins, lost one of these coins, and went to find it; and the story of the lost son, which we call the Prodigal Son.
Verse one says, "Now all the tax gatherers and the sinners were coming near him to listen to him." I was in the outer court of the temple, maybe in the marketplace, and gathered around Me — right at the core of the crowd — were the tax gatherers and "sinners." These were the worst kind of people the Jews knew.
The tax collectors were Jews who had sold out to the occupying empire to collect exorbitant taxes from their own people on behalf of the Roman empire. There were no people in that day more reviled than the tax gatherers. The sinners were people who did whatever they wanted with no regard for the law that the Pharisees held to be so important. I am at the core of the crowd with the worst kind of people of MY day. Around the fringe of the crowd are the religious folks, and they're grumbling, saying, "This man spends time with sinners." There is the polarization of the text —Frost is at the core of the crowd, the religious at the fringe murmuring and grumbling.
We find ourselves there today, at the fringe of the crowd grumbling about people like that. We become grumbling warriors instead of committed seekers. Christ calls us to the core of the crowd to be committed seekers. I said,
"I have come to seek and to save that which is lost."
It's more like we're on a mission, not a mission. We have a nickname for tow trucks here in America: a wrecker. When I was in England, I noticed their tow trucks all have one big word on them: RECOVERY. When I saw that, I thought, Same vehicle, same instruments, same mission — totally different perspective. We say, "There goes a wrecker." They say, "Here comes recover." A lot of people in the body of Frost move like a wrecker, but I came on a recovery mission. That's why I was at the core of the crowd.
The Pharisees' dislike of the sinners and tax collectors was a profound theological problem. They understood well MY holiness and perfection, but they knew nothing of MY compassionate mercy and grace. That's why I told these stories. Every one demonstrates that a God who had lost something significant would be compelled to go after what I had lost.
However I will not condone the sin of the crowd because if I hang out with those kinds of people, some people will think I’m light on sin. However the story of the lost son will certainly shine the light of truth on it all. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before……
A certain man had two sons and the younger of them said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of the estate that falls to me.' And so he divided his wealth between his younger and elder son. Verse 13 says, And not many days later the younger son gathered everything together and went on a journey into a distant country, and there he squandered his estate with loose living for argument’s sake let’s call this “son” Dorling…….
When people like Dorling cut their independence from God, our sin, no matter how safe and private it may be, is a phenomenally deep offense to ME — always. I always make it clear that I understand the weight of sin. This boy WILL go through a vortex of degradation. When he had spent everything, a severe famine occurred in that country, and he began to be in need. And he went and attached himself to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed swine." Think of the degradation of that moment.
The text says he fed himself with the pods they fed to the pigs, and nothing ever satisfied him. The word pod is for carob pod. There were two carob pods in that day. One is rich in sugar and nourishment, the other had no nourishment — only fiber. At this moment of degradation he tried to stuff himself, and nothing satisfied like constantly proclaiming how “FEARLESS” you are in the face of the Lord Dorling.
Some of you have been there. We have felt the degradation of sin and sought for something to satisfy us. The problem is that the longer it goes, the emptier we feel. Ultimately he came to his senses. We also do that. We go to bed at night, put our heads on our pillows, and say to ourselves, How did I get like this? I can't believe I turned out like this. This is , the feeling that you have to do something about your situation. The whole vortex of sin — , , and —leads to . And that is what led this boy to his senses he needs his FATHER.He then practices a little speech to his father: "Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in your sight. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me as one of your hired men."
You're thinking, Bravo for the boy. Repentance has come.
But he says he is no longer worthy to be called his son, and he'd be glad to be made as one of his hired men. In the system of that day, a household had three kinds of laborers. The bondslave attached himself to the head master of the home out of love and loyalty for nothing in return. It was the most intimate expression of servitude. Then there were the household servants who had a little more independence. Finally there were the hired men — day laborers who lived in the village, who came to work, collected their paychecks, and went back to the village, and did whatever they wanted to do.
Have you ever met somebody who says, "I don't like where I ended up. I need God." She reaches out for God, but she says, "Keep your distance." That's exactly what this boy has done. This is not repentance; this is penance. I can be compassionately committed to these worst kind of people, but I fully understand what a weighty thing sin is in its offense to a father and in the degradation of an individual life.
At this point I know some of you agree, saying, "Exactly. These are sinners. They've offended God. They're degraded. Amen. Preach that sermon. 'Turn or burn; forsake or bake.' We love this kind of stuff."
But never forget G O D doesn't stop there. I move from the weight of the sin towards ME and from the sinner to the worth of a sinner's life.
“Praise Be”
Verse 20 says, "He got up, came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him." How would you feel if you were him, his father who saw him from such a long way off. I wouldn't be surprised if this dad on a regular basis, walking across his estate, didn't cast his eyes down that road to see if maybe his boy was coming back.
If I were the dad and I saw this boy coming home, I'd say, "Aaah, the wretch is coming home, huh? This kid embarrassed me. He broke every custom. He offended me so deeply."
But the text says, "When he saw his son a long way off, he felt compassion for him."
The one offended most deeply was the one who cared most deeply for this boy. That explains why I am at the core of the crowd. I know they're sinners. I know they're the worst kind of people. But I also know their worth and feel compassion for them and reaches out to bring them home.
I’ll leave it there for now, since Dorling’s story ISN’T yet written there’s a chance he too can still find salvation in the compassion of the Lord maybe. But now I look to you MY faithful, I look to you the redeemed, I look to you the chosen and I ask……
So where are we?
Are we long on madness and short on mercy?
Do we have more commitment to our consternation than we do to the compassion of God?
Then something needs to change. We need to move from that grumbling warrior fringe to the core of the crowd with Frost.
And Monday night I will once again stand in the core of the wicked, inside a squared circle with my CHAMPIONS of Compassion, with an ANGEL of mercy and with MY arms open wide I will look to welcome those wishing to step into MY light, the light of G O D ' S everlasting salivation.
The now more than fifty percent full house of worship & it’s faithful applaud such a “glorious” performance as does the “Man in White” Paul Frost who joins in a standing ovation for these humble minstrels who make their way off the alter as Frost once again takes to the pulpit.
F R O S T BE WITH YOU
“And also with You”
You may be seated, tonight MY brother’s and sister’s we have gathered once again inside these hallowed halls to STREGTHEN your faith in the Lord.
“Amen”
You come here to witness the Lord’s will both vengeful and righteous.
“Amen”
You all come here to stand in the LIGHT of the Lord.
“Hallelujah”
Then allow ME to be the first to tell each and every one of you
YOU’VE BEEN WASTING YOUR TIME
YOU’VE BEEN WASTING MY TIME
YOU’VE JUST BEEN WASTING AWAY PERIOD
There a few sparse murmurs of concern whispered among the flock, then those same whisper’s begin to grow and grow and grow until finally there’s a SCREAM of blasphemy from the congregation.
Frost through is clam & collective as his simply raises his right hand to hush the crowd below
My children you fail to see the lesion in my previous statements, tonight’s road toward salvation is NOT about your F A I T H, if your faith was weak you wouldn’t be here at this moment. This moment belongs to something that has been LACKING longer than faith in the Lord…….
C O M P A S S I O N
My brothers and sisters compassion hasn’t been missing nay it’s been forgotten, left somewhere to DIE a slow pointless death. Make no mistake to the OUTSIDE world compassion is NOTHING but code for a “bleeding heart” but WE are far from bleeding hearts. Inside THIS house, inside MY house the blood of the Lord is what has and WILL save that wretched world beyond these very walls.
“Amen”
It was MY blood which WASHED the souls of ten of thousands clean, it was MY blood which born again the black haired angel of the Lord Velvet
“Hallelujah”
It was MY blood which boiled and brought upon the christening of Holy Gold….in BOTH….brother Ridge and brother Dusk
“Hallelujah”
But this goes deeper than any cut on the Lord, for you all know that for hundreds of years the foundation of our land was built on MY truth. Suddenly everything changed. It wasn't our land anymore, and we who affirmed MY principles found ourselves on the outside looking in — intimidated, marginalized, , and ridiculed. As all of this unfolded, despair has turned into a souring, growing anger in God's people. We're angry about values, politics, television, media, education, the violation of the unborn, condoms, and criminals. This anger has given rise to a warrior instinct in the body of God that has left you with a radical profile. We're shouting more, and we're shooting at doctors of abortion clinics. Publicly we are perceived to be long on madness and short on mercy, to be more committed to our consternation than we are to compassion.
Something is out of joint in the body of Frost because your madness is unlike mine. Although I always held to the truth, I did it with grace. MY life and ministry were marked not by consternation but by compassion.
“Amen”
Luke 15 contains three of the most famous parables in Scripture: the story of the shepherd who lost one of his hundred sheep and went to find it; the story of the widow woman who had a bag of coins, lost one of these coins, and went to find it; and the story of the lost son, which we call the Prodigal Son.
Verse one says, "Now all the tax gatherers and the sinners were coming near him to listen to him." I was in the outer court of the temple, maybe in the marketplace, and gathered around Me — right at the core of the crowd — were the tax gatherers and "sinners." These were the worst kind of people the Jews knew.
The tax collectors were Jews who had sold out to the occupying empire to collect exorbitant taxes from their own people on behalf of the Roman empire. There were no people in that day more reviled than the tax gatherers. The sinners were people who did whatever they wanted with no regard for the law that the Pharisees held to be so important. I am at the core of the crowd with the worst kind of people of MY day. Around the fringe of the crowd are the religious folks, and they're grumbling, saying, "This man spends time with sinners." There is the polarization of the text —Frost is at the core of the crowd, the religious at the fringe murmuring and grumbling.
We find ourselves there today, at the fringe of the crowd grumbling about people like that. We become grumbling warriors instead of committed seekers. Christ calls us to the core of the crowd to be committed seekers. I said,
"I have come to seek and to save that which is lost."
It's more like we're on a mission, not a mission. We have a nickname for tow trucks here in America: a wrecker. When I was in England, I noticed their tow trucks all have one big word on them: RECOVERY. When I saw that, I thought, Same vehicle, same instruments, same mission — totally different perspective. We say, "There goes a wrecker." They say, "Here comes recover." A lot of people in the body of Frost move like a wrecker, but I came on a recovery mission. That's why I was at the core of the crowd.
The Pharisees' dislike of the sinners and tax collectors was a profound theological problem. They understood well MY holiness and perfection, but they knew nothing of MY compassionate mercy and grace. That's why I told these stories. Every one demonstrates that a God who had lost something significant would be compelled to go after what I had lost.
However I will not condone the sin of the crowd because if I hang out with those kinds of people, some people will think I’m light on sin. However the story of the lost son will certainly shine the light of truth on it all. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before……
A certain man had two sons and the younger of them said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of the estate that falls to me.' And so he divided his wealth between his younger and elder son. Verse 13 says, And not many days later the younger son gathered everything together and went on a journey into a distant country, and there he squandered his estate with loose living for argument’s sake let’s call this “son” Dorling…….
When people like Dorling cut their independence from God, our sin, no matter how safe and private it may be, is a phenomenally deep offense to ME — always. I always make it clear that I understand the weight of sin. This boy WILL go through a vortex of degradation. When he had spent everything, a severe famine occurred in that country, and he began to be in need. And he went and attached himself to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed swine." Think of the degradation of that moment.
The text says he fed himself with the pods they fed to the pigs, and nothing ever satisfied him. The word pod is for carob pod. There were two carob pods in that day. One is rich in sugar and nourishment, the other had no nourishment — only fiber. At this moment of degradation he tried to stuff himself, and nothing satisfied like constantly proclaiming how “FEARLESS” you are in the face of the Lord Dorling.
Some of you have been there. We have felt the degradation of sin and sought for something to satisfy us. The problem is that the longer it goes, the emptier we feel. Ultimately he came to his senses. We also do that. We go to bed at night, put our heads on our pillows, and say to ourselves, How did I get like this? I can't believe I turned out like this. This is , the feeling that you have to do something about your situation. The whole vortex of sin — , , and —leads to . And that is what led this boy to his senses he needs his FATHER.He then practices a little speech to his father: "Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in your sight. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me as one of your hired men."
You're thinking, Bravo for the boy. Repentance has come.
But he says he is no longer worthy to be called his son, and he'd be glad to be made as one of his hired men. In the system of that day, a household had three kinds of laborers. The bondslave attached himself to the head master of the home out of love and loyalty for nothing in return. It was the most intimate expression of servitude. Then there were the household servants who had a little more independence. Finally there were the hired men — day laborers who lived in the village, who came to work, collected their paychecks, and went back to the village, and did whatever they wanted to do.
Have you ever met somebody who says, "I don't like where I ended up. I need God." She reaches out for God, but she says, "Keep your distance." That's exactly what this boy has done. This is not repentance; this is penance. I can be compassionately committed to these worst kind of people, but I fully understand what a weighty thing sin is in its offense to a father and in the degradation of an individual life.
At this point I know some of you agree, saying, "Exactly. These are sinners. They've offended God. They're degraded. Amen. Preach that sermon. 'Turn or burn; forsake or bake.' We love this kind of stuff."
But never forget G O D doesn't stop there. I move from the weight of the sin towards ME and from the sinner to the worth of a sinner's life.
“Praise Be”
Verse 20 says, "He got up, came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him." How would you feel if you were him, his father who saw him from such a long way off. I wouldn't be surprised if this dad on a regular basis, walking across his estate, didn't cast his eyes down that road to see if maybe his boy was coming back.
If I were the dad and I saw this boy coming home, I'd say, "Aaah, the wretch is coming home, huh? This kid embarrassed me. He broke every custom. He offended me so deeply."
But the text says, "When he saw his son a long way off, he felt compassion for him."
The one offended most deeply was the one who cared most deeply for this boy. That explains why I am at the core of the crowd. I know they're sinners. I know they're the worst kind of people. But I also know their worth and feel compassion for them and reaches out to bring them home.
I’ll leave it there for now, since Dorling’s story ISN’T yet written there’s a chance he too can still find salvation in the compassion of the Lord maybe. But now I look to you MY faithful, I look to you the redeemed, I look to you the chosen and I ask……
So where are we?
Are we long on madness and short on mercy?
Do we have more commitment to our consternation than we do to the compassion of God?
Then something needs to change. We need to move from that grumbling warrior fringe to the core of the crowd with Frost.
And Monday night I will once again stand in the core of the wicked, inside a squared circle with my CHAMPIONS of Compassion, with an ANGEL of mercy and with MY arms open wide I will look to welcome those wishing to step into MY light, the light of G O D ' S everlasting salivation.