The Blood Of Reconciliation

When Christian relationships have as their basis any other expectation than the efficacy of the blood of Christ to reconcile us both to God and to one another, we will indeed be torn apart through vanity and evil suspicion.

An experienced one, supposing himself to be great in understanding, may begin to expect great spiritual understanding of another; and a less experienced one, thinking himself to be wise, may yet be quite carnal in some way, expecting his brethren to fawn at his every self-serving whim: and both will be gravely disappointed – the one forgetting that only according to Christ’s blood is he himself being made truly spiritual, and the other not yet seeing the true weight of his calling. Yet in the case of both, it is truly the same deficiency, and only a differing expression of the same carnality, which strays from the faith. In short, they have each neglected, for their own souls’ vain satisfaction, their ongoing participation in the blood of Christ, which alone leaves no man disappointed, and alone disarms the vanity of both, unto a true and grounded reconciliation.

If we are to ever truly help one another in our weaknesses, we might begin by acknowledging the weakness that we all share to some degree: which is a lack of faith in the imminent power of the blood of Christ to make straight our way unto His throne of grace. For of this, there cannot be too much; and by this repentance, much joy of His salvation can be restored in our midst.

Then we might perhaps begin the very first steps of walking as His Body, and eventually be worthy to speak of moving on to maturity.

It is to be hoped.

Song Lyrics – “Mirror Of Souls”

These are the excellent lyrics to the song “Mirror Of Souls” by the band Theocracy. They were a particularly great confirmation to me several years ago, and still ring true.

The (beautiful) song can be heard HERE.

With that, I will let the words speak for themselves.


[I: The Hall Of Mirrors]

Listen to the tale I tell, a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night, my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door; with no idea what’s in store
I glance inside the door to see a hall of mirrors beckon me
I take a breath and step inside a tale of love and shattered pride
The door slams shut, I start to run; and it seems my journey has begun…

I run and turn from side to side with fear and panic in my eyes
The vastness overwhelming me: mirrors far as the eye can see
I see myself in every one, I see the things that I have done
A thousand forms of flattery; the fear soon turns to haughtiness in me…

Different mirrors, different shapes, my different strengths accentuate
Each mirror has a name and face, and all reflect me in some way
I look at them to see myself, to judge my life by someone else
The metaphors within replete: the mirrors are the people that I meet

Look at the man you see – in the mirrors
The things you can be – in the mirrors
The glory of me revealed in the mirror’s eye
(The mirror never lies)
The fire in my eyes – in the mirrors
The vanity rise – in the mirrors
The power of pride comes alive in the mirrors

Gazing in the mirrors I behold
All the greatest chapters of my story ever told
In the mirrors the world is turned to gold

At the end of the Hall of Mirrors I behold a golden door
I imagine all the beauty the other side must hold in store
So I quickly reach out my hand
To enter the next room in this promised land
I pull the giant door open wide
To continue my journey, I step inside
But it slams shut behind me, and I’m back outside
The pouring rain welcomes me
Into the arms of the coldest, blackest night

[II. The Stranger In The Storm]

The light of the mirrors has faded away into distant memory
As the rain keeps coming down
My candle extinguished, I struggle to walk a path I cannot see
And the rain keeps coming down

The darkness grows with every step, I could cut it with a knife
As the rain keeps coming down
I can’t see a thing and I’ve never felt so alone in all my life
But the rain keeps coming down…

Caught in the fury of the storm
(The darkness suffocates)
Body and soul weary and worn
(Another twist of fate)
Never been so afraid before
(The ending of this tale?)
Never should have opened the door
(From euphoria to hell)

I question my fate, my end to die in this storm
Maybe this was the plan back from the day I was born
But in the hall of mirrors I had felt so high…
I cannot walk another mile in this flood
So resigned to my fate, I just collapse in the mud
If I cannot go on, I’ll just lay down and die…

Suddenly a light I see, shining in the distance
I make my way toward it with my fading hope reborn
As I draw near, the light is clear though the rain beats its resistance
But I press on and pray this is a shelter from the storm
Advancing now toward the light, I’m quickly moving forward
This hope has given me new strength I thought I’d never know
But I take a step, and fall right back for the ground is gone beneath me
And I behold, illuminated in the light’s warm glow

A dark chasm, a great abyss, a vast expanse of nothingness
A pit that has no bottom as far as the eye can see
It spans the whole horizon, and there is no way across
My lonely heart is shattered and all hope I have is lost

I’m startled to feel a hand on my shoulder
I turn to see a shadowed figure standing in the rain
But somehow I’m not afraid of him, even when he speaks my name
And somehow I can tell that he means me no harm
Just by the peace that I see in his eyes
And even though I’ve never even seen him before
It’s like he’s known me all my life

“Why are you crying?” the stranger asks
As I wipe away the tears
I point toward the great abyss
The source of all my fears

“I must get across and get to that light
For it represents my only hope tonight
But when I saw the chasm, all that hope was lost
I’ve spent so long in the dark and the rain
That the sight of the light made my heart sing again
But the gulf’s so wide, and there’s no way across”

The stranger smiled, and took my hand
He said, “But you are wrong, my friend
You cannot cross the gulf yourself, that’s true”
He led me down toward the edge
And pointed just over the ledge
And said, “Behold, I built a bridge for you”

I cross the bridge toward the light
The stranger saved my life tonight
I turn to try to thank him, but he’s gone
A long way to the other side
I’ll make my way without my guide
No time to waste, for I must carry on

The bright light shines forth from behind
A door beyond description
Blood and scratches mark the door from ages of abuse
I’m confused no more, for above the door
Is a weathered, old inscription
“All who would see reality, enter the Hall of Truth”
And so I do…

[III. The Truth Revealed]

As I step inside, I can see another mirror
A mirror so bright, that my eyes must turn away
A mirror so high, I start to question all the others
And as I stand there in the Hall of Truth, my heart can only say:
“Show me the truth, I don’t know what to believe
For the mirrors all showed something different to me
And my pride has given way to misery
I’ve spent so long in the dark and the rain
That the sight of the light made my heart sing again
And the stranger built a bridge across for me”

“BEHOLD THYSELF” a voice rings out in paralyzing thunder
It echoes all throughout the hall and sends me to my knees
When the voice calls me by my name I’m overcome with fear and wonder
As I slowly start to rise and face the great mirror in front of me
When I open my eyes, I have to close them again
But still the image is burned into my mind…

A face with eyes as black as night
A terrifying sight
The flesh rotting away
In sickness and decay
It’s mangled by disease
I’m unable to breathe
Tell me what manner of creature this could be
‘Cause it’s not me

I run away as fast as my feet will carry me
Back to the door leading out into the night
Even the storm that almost claimed my life was better than this
And so I throw open the door and see a man
(The figure of a man)
The stranger from the storm returns again
(To save me once again?)
I see understanding in his eyes
(He’s seen this all before)
Maybe he can tell me what I saw behind that door

Traveller:
“Tell me what I saw in the mirror, before I ran away
Tell me what I saw in the mirror, that face of sickness and decay
Tell me what I saw in the mirror, that left me terrorized
Who was that I saw in the mirror, with the lifeless, blackened eyes?
Was it a demon from the fiery waves?
Was it the undead from beyond the grave?
Oh the face that I beheld in the mirror left me paralyzed
Won’t you tell me what I saw in the mirror on this night?”

Stranger:
“The light from the Mirror you saw from afar
The Mirror of Souls shows all men as they are
You entered the hall and you asked for the truth
The man that you saw in the Mirror was you”

Traveller:
“No! Don’t show me the truth, ’cause I don’t want to believe
What the Mirror of Souls has revealed unto me
And the face I saw reflected cannot be me
Dying and lost in the arms of decay
I do not recognize the face I’ve seen today
And if you say that’s my face I must disagree”

The meaning of these things I saw:
The mirror is the holy eyes of God

The truth unveiled before me
with these words of the stranger:
“The mirrors you saw in the hall long ago
Were mirrors of lies, not reflecting the soul
When you look unto others to see what they see
You see an illusion, deception, false reality”

I have seen my soul in the mirror
And it has broken me
I have seen myself so much clearer
Than I had ever seen
“Can’t you take away all this sickness
from my soul and set me free?
You can save me… I believe”

And then he said, “Arise, my child.
Your faith has made you reconciled
Now gaze into the Mirror once again”

We walked together through the door
And I looked in the glass once more
But the only one reflected back was Him
Somehow the only one the mirror saw was Him

Gazing in the Mirror of my soul
Staring at the Man who took my place and made me whole
In the Mirror, the Mirror of my soul


Lyrics written by Matt Smith. I do not own any of the above content.

On Truth & Sin – Douglas Wilson

“To deny (the reality of) sin is to deny Christ… and sin lies hidden whenever Christ is veiled.”
– Douglas Wilson


If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.
1 John 1:8

Vanity’s End

How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, you who weakened the nations!
For you have said in your heart:
“I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation on the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, I will be like the Most High.”
Yet you shall be brought down to Sheol, to the lowest depths of the Pit.
Isaiah 14:12-15 (NKJV)

The lowest depths…

As with the Devil, the heights of vanity also bring men’s hearts into the lowest depths of a living death; and this dark, hellish imprisonment of the soul makes it all the more fit for the even more real hell of eternity.

There is a kind of living hell in which some persons find themselves when the vanity of self, the lusts of the flesh, and the meaningless pursuits of the world have been permitted to take their full course through the life and being. This dark abode, this endless slide into the consuming void of emptiness, has at its core only eternal decay of spirit and bottomless despair of soul.

There lies within the fallen creature a restless evil, an insatiable lust for that which already infects it unto death. The more that it is fed, the more that its appetite grows; and the more that it is numbed through other courses of wickedness, the more that it longs for the inevitable and fearful death into which it reluctantly falls. Until the creature’s access to vain and wicked paths is cut off, it will forever return to its vomit as a dog, and go back to wallowing in the mire as the swine – loving itself in vain, hating itself in vain.

Yet even in the cutting off of its life from upon the earth, such a soul, in the torments of hell itself, continues the same inward spiral of wickedness and hatred towards God within the heart – and that with even greater despair upon despair, and sorrow upon sorrow.

The hopelessness of this woeful state cannot be sufficiently described in words – yet how many a soul is dragged away by his own lusts and enticed to the slippery sides of that pit, to crawl along the wall like a blind man unassisted by any means, his vision consumed by darkness within! The love of this world is as cold as it is sharp when it stabs one’s back; and the bitterness of this world is kindled into an unbearable flame that sears the conscience and scalds the mind to retreat into dull resignation.

But there is Truth which undercuts all excuse and disarms every defence of the thoughts.
There is Love which warmly bears all things until the heart’s complete surrender to it.
There is Light which makes bare every motive and intention, and graciously lays out a path once known to be impossible.
There is a LIFE of whole and unending goodness, a fountain of life and healing from within, which has been given in exchange for this existence of endless degeneration and vanity.

There is One who is all these things, Jesus Christ; and He is the mercy and grace of God to the lost sheep of His house.

“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand.”
John 10:27-28 (NKJV)

He is calling.
Who is hearing?
Let them hear!

The hypocrites do not truly hear; but God is near to those who have been humbled.

Let His voice be heard throughout the land by whomever He is calling!
Let eyes of new faith be opened by His visitation!
Let hearts of stone be crushed and transplanted for hearts beating with the life of Jesus!

And may those who have already known His hand be found in the seeking and partaking of these things!

There is no captivity that He did not lead captive for the freedom of all those whom He is calling.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
For they shall be filled.”
Matthew 5:6 (NKJV)

His righteousness is not merely an external cloak for the covering over of transgressions: it is also a new pure and righteous state of the inward being which increasingly displaces and replaces the old unrighteous state of being that made us love to walk in vanity and sin. It is a spiritual food and a spiritual drink which increasingly sustains and overflows from within all those who partake of its living way through repentance.

“Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Listen diligently to Me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food. Incline your ear, and come to Me; hear, that your soul may live; and I will make with you an everlasting covenant, My steadfast, sure love for David.
Isaiah 55:1-3 (ESV)


“And all illusion ceases to exist.
The world’s caress is just the Serpent’s kiss.”
Theocracy (band)


Some wandered in desert wastes, finding no way to a city to dwell in; hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted within them.
Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress.
He led them by a straight way till they reached a city to dwell in.
Let them thank the LORD for His steadfast love, for His wondrous works to the children of man!
For He satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul He fills with good things.

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, prisoners in affliction and in irons, for they had rebelled against the words of God, and spurned the counsel of the Most High. So He bowed their hearts down with hard labor; they fell down, with none to help.
Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress.
He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, and burst their bonds apart.
Let them thank the LORD for His steadfast love, for His wondrous works to the children of man! For He shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.

Some were fools through their sinful ways, and because of their iniquities suffered affliction; they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.
Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress.
He sent out His word and healed them, and delivered them from their destruction.
Let them thank the LORD for His steadfast love, for His wondrous works to the children of man! And let them offer sacrifices of thanksgiving, and tell of His deeds in songs of joy!

Psalm 107:4-22 (ESV)

Knowing God’s Mercy – John Calvin

“Men will never worship God with a sincere heart, or be roused to fear and obey Him with sufficient zeal, until they properly understand how much they are indebted to His mercy.”
– John Calvin

Will & Desire, Nature & Grace

Delight thyself also in the Lord; and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Psalm 37:4

The heart which delights in the Lord will eat the fruit of Godly desires; but the heart which delights in itself will eat the fruit of sinful desires.

The sinful will desires not against its own nature, nor do the sinful desires will against their own nature.
Likewise, the sanctified will desires not against its own nature, nor do the sanctified desires will against their own nature.

But the will of each desires against the nature of the other, and the desire of each wills against the nature of the other; for two contrary natures cannot be at peace in one man.

Therefore God in Christ became man so that body soul and spirit might escape the sinful nature through the likeness of His death and resurrection by faith; and the God-man first became sin so that we might become the righteousness of God – not in ourselves – but in Him.

As the scriptures say,

For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.
Galatians 5:17

If you have found a hunger and thirst for righteousness, it is His mercy alone to which you owe thanks, and His grace alone by which you must walk; only then will you find HIS righteousness bestowed upon you as a garment, and HIS holiness poured upon you as pure water.

There is no righteousness you can apprehend, no mercy you can earn, and no state of grace you can achieve. But that which Christ has apprehended, earned, and achieved, He now gives; and He gives it beginning in the seed of faith, which He alone also plants, waters and gives growth to: so that the man of faith might, by the application of grace, apprehend – and not apprehend that which God has already apprehended for him, but rather apprehend that which God has apprehended him for.

For that which the Spirit of God concieves is “born, not of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.” And if such a thing born should become full-grown, it must not forsake, but rather mature in, the very same elements of the very same Christ. For His gospel is unto His own, and they hang upon it, and He is their vindicator unto life.

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works.” We are not our own workmanship, nor can we ever be forged in the foundry of our own will unto these good works. For only His will is that which follows after His desire, and so proceeds from His divine nature. And this perfect cascade of nature down unto holy deeds cannot be ascended from deeds unto nature by any man, any more than a worm can ascend the watery steps, the grace and vigor for which is given only to the river trout.

It is our tendency, according to the flesh, to venerate the “free will” of man, which truly is free only within the realm of its given desires; so that we prove ourselves unfruitful in the actual works of God, building rather a faith unto ourselves (though we confess no such thing aloud), unto great and terrible disappointment.

For the will is free only to follow after the desires of the heart; and the desire is free only to follow after the dictates of nature.

Will is determined by desire, desire is determined by nature, and nature is determined by God.

Thou wilt say then unto me, “Why doth He yet find fault? For who hath resisted His will?” Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to Him that formed it, “Why hast Thou made me thus?”
Romans 9:19-20

God’s decree is not limited by the bounds of our desire; the bounds of our desire are rather set by God’s greater decree.

The soul which cries at the supposed “unfairness” of this arrangement has not considered the fierce wrath which he has deserved since before he was brought forth from the womb, and how merciful it is that divine justice has not yet been poured out upon him. For it is the kindness of God which leads us to repentance.

I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.
Romans 12:1-3

What, according to this scripture, does our ability to sacrificially offer ourselves derive from?
“The mercies of God”!

And how are we freed from being conformed to this world?
Not by renewing our own minds (which men are tended towards), but rather “by the renewing OF” our minds (a work of the Word and Spirit of God); which then leads to the working out in us of the singular decreed will of God, which singular will is “good, acceptable, and perfect.”

And the command here is one toward humility before God, which can be genuinely and soberly practiced only in light of God’s graceful gifting of faith toward each one who has ever found it.

But by the grace of God I am what I am: and His grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
1 Corinthians 15:10

Thoughts on Hypocrisy & Repentance

It is the inconsistencies which we most tolerate within ourselves that make us the most hypocritical. These may even seem to be our smallest faults; yet no matter what they are, if we tolerate them the most, they render us more grievous hypocrites than the greatest failings of which we immediately repent.

Wickedness and idolatry will take whatever shape or form that it requires to survive; and subtlety is its greatest weapon.

Repentance is the destroyer of all hypocrisy, and righteousness fills the void left by its absence. Heavy lies the flesh of he who does not repent of every known fault; but free is the man whose slave-master is Christ.