Tickle Their Ears…

Posted: December 20, 2014 in Bible Truths, GOD, Jesus Christ, Paranormal, Warfare

Young woman cupping hand to ear, close-up

The Narrow Way includes your going to church on Sunday, and living the the flesh during the week. This is the American way, is it not? It’s so easy to get caught up in the world.
A popular song: “Boondocks” lyrics
You get a line, I get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the crawfish hole
Five card poker on Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning


There were drinks on Saturday, church on Sunday, and a 9-5 the rest of the week.

Friday and Saturday nights are for drinking beer, and Sunday mornings are for going to church, right? Finding a country song that doesn’t mention the pleasures of enjoying a “cold one” is very rare. Country men and women love their beer. Who can blame them? After a long day of “work, work, work all day” (or at least hearing about it), even we feel exhausted. But you see this is a joke! No one jokes around with Jesus.


Like a leper who has new clothing, the finest of silk and satin…but once places upon the skin of a leper , the silk is soaked in puss and bodily fluids. He will look nice for a moment but the clothing will have been corrupt.

GOD prunes us according to our behavior. What kind of fruit do you produce? And when HE does discipline us, we are sorely offended. Why? HE’s our parent.

But then, when you do go to church…it’s just stuff! There’s no REAL substance. It’s no wonder considering the government is involved! Recently, Houston pastors were told to hand over their sermons…do we really live in a country where we are “FREE”? Do we?
We also have the prosperous preachers! Oh, yeaaah…they will gladly tell you they deserve everything they have. Standing at their pulpit after leaving their million dollar home and driving their fancy car. Easy to do when your eating steak and lobster but what about the people on the other side of town who are eating beans and potatoes because they can’t afford meat. What about them?


Outlaw’s Prayer by Johnny Paycheck
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night,
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight.
So I decided to walk down town an’ get myself a little fresh air.
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square.

Boy, I could hear that singin’ way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound.
So I just walked up the steps an’ opened the door an’ started to go inside an’ sit down.
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: “Excuse me, Sir,
“But I can’t let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an’ long hair.

So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself:
That’s the house of the Lord. That guy’s got the hell of a nerve.
Tellin’ me I can’t worship anywhere I please.
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees.

I said: “Lord, I know I don’t look like much, but I didn’t think you’d mind.
“I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it’s been a long time.
“A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears,
“An’ I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years.”

“Then there’s those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count.
“Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount.
“Then there’s those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin’ like they really love it.
“Hell, last night, they were dancin’ on the front row of my show: drinkin’ beer, screamin: ‘Sing Shove It.’

“You know, even John the Baptist wouldn’t be welcome in this place,
“With his coat made of Camel hair an’ sandals on his feet an’ a long beard on his face.
“You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an’ take ’em beyond the clouds,
“To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I’d sure hate to be in this crowd.

“You know, Lord, I’m not perfect; some even call me no count.
“But I’ll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what’s in his heart, not what’s in his bank account.
“So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an’ a tie,
“Then I might as well forget it Lord, ’cause I can’t qualify.

“Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn’t I see a picture of you?
“With sandals an’ a beard. Believe you had long hair too.”
“Well, this is Paycheck, signing off.
“I’ll be seein’ you Lord, I hope.”

2 Timothy 4:3 (KJV)

For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;



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