Brethren, God’s ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts higher than ours (Isa. 55:9). Nothing in the world can compare to Him. Thus, even His foolishness is wiser than the wisdom of men, and men’s wisdom is as foolishness to Him (1 Cor. 3:19).

As such, He is able to use those things the world believes foolish to accomplish what He in His wisdom has ordained (1 Cor. 1:21).

Paul exhorts that we should consider our calling (1 Cor. 1:26). We you wise when He called? Noble? For God has chosen that which is foolish to shame the wise, that which is weak to shame the strong, and the base things of the world, those which are despised, so that no one has room for boasting (1 Cor. 1:27-29).

We are in Christ by His doing (1 Cor. 1:30), as Ephesians tells us, we were saved by grace through faith, not of ourselves, not according to any works we’ve done, so none of us may boast (Eph. 2:8-9).

Let us therefore be humble in our salvation, remembering the condition from which God lifted us when by His Spirit He called to us and drew us to Christ (Jn. 6:44). For like the world, we were dead in our sin, walking according to the ways of this world; but God, in His mercy, while we were yet dead in sin, made us alive together with Christ.

Be sure to spread this good news of God’s good work in you, and do so with humility, that others to whom God calls may also be drawn to Christ.

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 7

"Base things of the world hath God chosen." 1 Corinthians 1:28

Walk the streets by moonlight, if you dare, and you will see sinners then. Watch when the night is dark, and the wind is howling, and the picklock is grating in the door, and you will see sinners then. Go to yon jail, and walk through the wards, and mark the men with heavy over-hanging brows, men whom you would not like to meet at night, and there are sinners there. Go to the Reformatories, and note those who have betrayed a rampant juvenile depravity, and you will see sinners there. Go across the seas to the place where a man will gnaw a bone upon which is reeking human flesh, and there is a sinner there. Go where you will, you need not ransack earth to find sinners, for they are common enough; you may find them in every lane and street of every city, and town, and village, and hamlet. It is for such that Jesus died. If you will select me the grossest specimen of humanity, if he be but born of woman, I will have hope of him yet, because Jesus Christ is come to seek and to save sinners. Electing love has selected some of the worst to be made the best. Pebbles of the brook grace turns into jewels for the crown-royal. Worthless dross He transforms into pure gold. Redeeming love has set apart many of the worst of mankind to be the reward of the Saviour's passion. Effectual grace calls forth many of the vilest of the vile to sit at the table of mercy, and therefore let none despair.

Reader, by that love looking out of Jesus' tearful eyes, by that love streaming from those bleeding wounds, by that faithful love, that strong love, that pure, disinterested, and abiding love; by the heart and by the bowels of the Saviour's compassion, we conjure you turn not away as though it were nothing to you; but believe on Him and you shall be saved. Trust your soul with Him and He will bring you to His Father's right hand in glory everlasting.

The Wolf Who Guarded Her Night-Soul

She rests her brow
against the soft crown
of a wolf made of moonlight—
a guardian born
from the hush between stars.

Blue leaves tremble
in her drifting hair,
each one glowing softly
as though carrying
a forgotten constellation.

She closes her eyes.
and the night exhales—
a slow, ancient breath
That wraps them both
in a cradle of sky.

No vow is spoken,
Yet the promise lives:
her spirit his shelter,
His silence was her shield,
two souls woven
into one unbreakable dusk.

A Diluted Bible is a FALSE Bible Leading to Dystopia
https://slantedright2.blogspot.com/2025/11/a-diluted-bible-is-false-bible-leading.html

SUMMARY: I recently re-watched the Christian Dystopia movie “Disciples in the Moonlight” due to a FaithWire post I read… Disciples in the Moonlight is dystopian because it takes place in an American future in which the Bible is watered down to a message acceptable to Leftist Secular Humanism. … Friends, the installed Biden Administration was slowly guiding America toward this dystopia. YOU can believe any future Dem-Marxist majorities in the U.S. Congress coupled with another Dem-Marxist President, will again begin the “Progressive” move to make Biblical Christianity a felonious crime in America. …MORE TO READ IF CARE ABOUT CHRISTIAN LIBERTY!
#ChristianLiberty

Come to Me, When the Forest Sleeps

Come to me,
when the forest no longer breathes,
when the rivers forget their names,
and the wind no longer remembers your song.

Do not fear, my brother of the moonlight,
For my fire still burns
a small flame against the dark,
waiting for your shadow to return.

Lay your head upon my knees.
I will sing you the old songs.
the ones our ancestors wove
from the breath of dawn and the cry of wolves.

No hunter will touch you here.
No sorrow will chase your spirit.
Here, under Grandmother Moon,
You are home again.

Art by Serin Alar

The U.S. Army Blues jazz ensemble performed for the Franconia Nights Summer Concert Series at Lee District Park the songs The Queen Bee, True North, Freedom, Hope and Regret, and featured vocalist SSG Melinda Rodriguez on I'm Hip, I've Got the World on a String, Day Dream, If I Could Fly, the Armed Forces Salute, and What a Little Moonlight Can Do. #ArmyBlues #Army250 #ArmyBand #BigBand #JazzEnsemble #JazzBand #Jazz #ArmyMusic #MilitaryMusic #LeeDistrictPark #Fairfax #Virginia #Music

Whisperwing, the Spirit of Night Blooms

Long ago, when the Earth was young and the stars were still learning to dance, there lived a guardian spirit named Whisperwing, a sacred night butterfly born of moonlight and flower dreams. Her wings shimmered with the glow of dusk, painted in deep blues and violets—colors only seen in the quietest part of night.

Whisperwing was created by Lunoma, the Moon Maiden, to carry messages between the spirit world and the dreams of the living. She fluttered through midnight meadows and across sleeping forests, her wings stirring wind that whispered secrets into flowers, guiding lost souls home.

Every petal she touched would bloom with sacred light, and every shadow she passed through would remember her path. The stars watched her in awe, calling her "The Silent Flame", for she burned with no fire, but illuminated hearts.

It was said that if you saw Whisperwing in your dreams, your soul was being chosen—for healing, for transformation, or for a journey. Elders taught that when the crescent moon rose high and the air smelled of wild lavender, you must leave a bowl of water and flowers by your door. If Whisperwing passed, the petals would float, and a new path would open in your life by morning.

To this day, her legend lives on. Many Native dreamweavers still embroider her wings onto their blankets and sing to her under starlit skies:

"Fly, Whisperwing, through sky and root,
Bearer of truth on violet flute.
Where moonlight dances, there you roam,
Guide our spirit gently home."

And so she flies—forever between the veil of night and bloom, unseen, yet always felt.

#nativeamericanwisdom

The Sky Remembers Her

Her hair flows like river smoke,
brushed with feathers,
whispering stories
The stars once told the earth.

In her silence,
butterflies gather—
not to land,
but to listen.

She is not wind,
Yet every breath she takes
shifts the sky,
soft as prayer, old as moonlight.

The sky remembers her—
not as a name,
But as a song
carried by wings.

Serin Alar

#nativeamericanwisdom

The Three Generations of the Moon

In the heart of the snow-covered lands, where pine trees sing in the wind and the moon glows like a guardian spirit, there lived three women: the Daughter, the Mother, and the Grandmother. They were more than family — they were The Keepers of Memory.

Each of them held the wisdom of their time:

The Daughter carried the voice of the future.

The Mother carried the strength of the present.

The Grandmother carried the stories of the past.

Every winter, when the moon was full and the first snow began to fall, the three would gather at the edge of the forest, facing the sky. They stood side by side — one looking to tomorrow, one grounded in today, and one remembering yesterday.

On one such night, a great silence fell over the land. No birds flew. No wolves howled. Even the wind held its breath. The Grandmother lifted her eyes and said:

“The Spirit Moon calls us. It is time to sing the Song of Continuance.”

So they sang.

Their voices rose together — old and young, soft and strong — weaving a chant so ancient that even the snow paused to listen. As they sang, the forest glowed. The moonlight wrapped around them like a shawl, and from their breath, stars were born.

In that moment, a truth became clear: they were not just three women.

They were one spirit in three forms — the same soul moving through time, bound by love, memory, and the Earth itself.

When the song ended, the snowfall resumed. But something had changed. The forest seemed warmer. The trees stood taller. And far above, the moon shone with a knowing light.

To this day, the people say:

“When you hear snow falling like a whisper, the Three Generations are singing. And through them, we remember who we are.”

#nativeamericanwisdom

The U.S. Army Blues jazz ensemble performed at the Belmont Bay Marina in Woodbridge, Virginia the songs True North, Snow Angel, Freedom, Level Up, the Thad Jones arrangement All of Me, and featured vocalist SSG Melinda Rodriguez on What a Little Moonlight Can Do, I'm Hip, If I Could Fly, and the Armed Forces Salute. #ArmyBlues #Army250 #ArmyBand #BigBand #JazzEnsemble #JazzBand #Jazz #ArmyMusic #MilitaryMusic #BelmontBay #Woodbridge #Virginia #Music

The Super Beaver Moon enshrouded the Pleiades cluster in a bright halo on its path across the zenith; Jupiter was nearby showing three of its Galilean moons. The final supermoon of 2024 now waits above the western horizon for the dawn, illuminating the landscape below in pale moonlight. #SuperBeaverMoon #BeaverMoon #FrostyMoon #Supermoon2024 #Supermoon #Moon #Moonlight #Pleiades #NightSky #Zenith #Perigee #Astronomy

Psalm 8:3-4
When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained;
What is man, that Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou visitest him?

David considered all the grace that God has bestowed upon man. God has given us all that we see here on the earth: we get to enjoy the bright sunshine, the beautiful moonlight, and the star-filled night sky. All of this is the work of the hand of God. He has given us this majestic beauty to enjoy, knowing full well that we would take it for granted, and actually, we would seek to abuse it by making it an idol. Those who read the stars for the fortune telling and futuristic ideologies are making the stars and the sky something that God never intended. Yet, He allowed us to have them anyway.

David also considered the greatest grace that God bestowed upon man, and that was His Son, Christ Jesus. What is man, that the God of the universe would cover Himself in flesh, come to the earth as a helpless baby, born in the most pitiful of conditions, live a totally sinless life, but allow Himself to be executed for the crimes of humanity? What a deep, unselfish and perfect love that God has for us to make such a sacrifice. David acknowledged that perfect love. We should be reminded of that perfect love as we regularly hear from the LORD while reading and studying His Word.

Thank You LORD, that You are mindful of mankind! Thank You for the sacrifice that You made on the cross. Thank You for taking our weight of sin on Your body on the cross, allowing Your blood to run down and wash away our sins. Thank You for burying our sins with Your body in a borrowed tomb, and defeating death by being resurrected from the dead. Thank You for going to heaven, preparing a place for us, that we may be with You for all eternity. Thank You for Your perfect love.