August 2, 2008

From: Gary West
Sent: Saturday, August 02, 2008 12:31 PM
Subject: Sort

Each thought is measured,

Each goal is defined,

Each motive is checked,

Each move is predicted,

Each opportunity is considered,

Each comment is accounted for,

Each omission is noted,

Each heart is weighed,

Each work is melted and purified,

The sheet of all is placed in the creators hands,

Then he watches as they sort themselves into order.

The formula is perfect,

The method is sure,

The work from the heart is paired with work for the heart of God,

The work from the mind to influence the mind of man is paired,

The column where sin is noted is checked instantaneously for the blood
formula. When it is present the column vanishes as if it never existed.

All that is done for the smile of women or the eye of men is discarded.

The focus is the works of the heart. That is all he looks for.

Fame and works performed to be seen are discarded.

Gifts and offerings for acclaim are tossed out.

The works are piled, the flame of purpose, the flame of truth, the flame
of purity is applied.

Only the pure, from the heart, for the heart, works remain.

The sort is continuously applied.

The value we placed is replaced by the value that God places on every
thought, every move, every motive, every intention, every gift, every
use of the talents and opportunity that he gave us.

The flame is swirled into, around and through, in the end only His
remains,

The product of our entire life is shifted by the fire, the fire
predicted by the word of the creator.

Is this the place where the greatest becomes least?

Where the pile of works done for the eyes of man disappear as if they
never existed.

Where we find that the true measure is our motive paired with our
portion.

Did our works measure up to our capacity.

Did our gifts measure up when compared to our capacity to give?

Did we out give others by a tiny bit when our capacity was a hundredfold?

Did we make peace on a few occasions when we could have made peace a
thousand times?

Did we support our ministers above us all the time, or when we wanted
their ear.


Did we love only the lovable, or did we reach out to the unloved?

When the master of all, with the rulebook, sorts our life, purifies our
works....

What will the remains look like?

Will they be as small as we think ourselves grand in this life?

Or will they be as large as we think God is in this life?

Sort of a question..........

Gary