Straight Lines
I just returned from a friend’s funeral service at the DFW National Cemetery. I am always awed by the symmetry of the graves in our National Cemeteries. Straight from any viewing direction, they lend an aura of balance to the landscape.
It reminds me of how I want my Truth. Straight! I tell the preacher at my Church that we’re not looking for a point of view that moves in circles, or gets creative in attempting to make spiritual things equate with worldly things. We don’t want a message that fails to “line up” with the revealed Word of God. We’re not looking to hear concepts and thoughts that move in a multitude of directions where one can “pick and choose” that with which they feel comfortable.
I want it straight; from God’s Word to my heart without any deviations from the mind of man. If that sounds like I am hard to please, well, I am just remembering the cost of freedom. I see it in the tombstones that stand above the remains of those who fought for our American freedoms, and I see it in the Scripture, in our Savior who purchased my freedom from sin and death.
Just give it to me straight, OK?