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DAYDREAM BELIEVER:

by Dr. Gary S. Moore on 01/13/20


Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities. Jude 8

Verse eight starts with the word likewise, this indicates to us that the people about to be described, that is the filthy dreamers, are like the people mentioned in the previous verses: the Jews who came out of Egypt but were destroyed because of unbelief, the Angels who were cast from heaven because of their rebellion and the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorra who are punished in eternal flame because of their immortality. Jude is now describing people of his day who are like those people who were lost in the past.
One quick point today and then we can consider another from this verse tomorrow. These were “filthy dreamers”, what exactly does that mean. Have you ever been caught daydreaming? A recent study shows that the average person spends 47 percent of their waking hours in some type of daydreaming. I was amazed by that, I know we all daydream a bit but nearly half our day? The point is we spend a lot of time in our minds, thinking on things and playing out scenarios that we would like to see happen.
These described in verse eight spend their day with filthy thoughts, they imagine all sorts of sinful activities, wicked events and violent acts. They are sinners for sure, but their sin starts in their minds. Don’t think you can think sinful thoughts and get away with it, sooner rather than later those thoughts will lead to actions and sinful actions always have consequences. The battle is in the mind, the solution is found in scripture. “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
Philippians 4:8

Christmas Eve

by Dr. Gary S. Moore on 12/20/19



I remember when my sister Cindy and I were small, she was about four and I was six. We slept in twin beds with an old fashioned wind up alarm clock on a night table between the beds. It was Christmas Eve and we were so excited we couldn’t stand it. Of course we had to go to bed around ten o’clock and after what seemed like hours and hours Cindy said what time is it now, is it morning yet. She couldn’t really tell time yet, so I picked up the clock only to find that it hadn’t even been five minutes. So about every four or five minutes after that we checked the clock sure that the night had passed and morning had come, till I guess sometime around midnight we finally drifted off the sleep. Still we woke every half hour or so to be bitterly disappointed that morning still had not come. It was the longest night of our young lives and we couldn’t understand why the clock seemed to move so slow. When morning finally did come my older sister June had to wake us to rise and enter a living room filled with Christmas presents, candy, fruit and a tree all lit up and shining in what seemed to us the most beautiful sight ever.

This year many of you will see your children and grandchildren go through similar torture as they try as best they can to wait out the children’s  longest night of the year. To this day I’m convinced that something happened to that old alarm clock, I could hear it ticking but I know those hands refused to move on that night so long ago. This Christmas season let us be reminded of this truth in Biblical fashion. The scripture gives us this truth in a much broader context. II Peter 3:8-9 states “But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is long-suffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.”

A thousand years seems such a very, very long time, half the time that now separates us from the birth of Christ. We cannot even relate it to our family generations, it would be our grandparents fifty times removed. Yet the scripture reminds us that we need not be anxious that Jesus has not yet returned for two thousand years, because for God, it’s like a couple of days. Our alarm clock is running very slow, but God’s is not.

Many years after Cindy and I endured the longest night of the year, I was the parent of three children of my own, Rebekah was getting a play kitchen that year. After the children went to bed I opened the box that contained said kitchen to find the largest box of wood screws I have ever seen. It was before the days of cordless screwdrivers or drills, so with my hand held Phillips head screw driver I went to work. Once finished I dragged myself upstairs to find Helen sound asleep, I lay down.....and just as I closed my eyes, Rebekah was whispering in my ears...daddy, it’s morning. I had just experienced the shortest night of my life. It really is a matter of perspective, what is seemingly unending time to us is but a moment to God.

This year once again we celebrate His first coming; but His second coming is just as sure as His first, so don’t let the scoffers discourage or dishearten you. For me it’s been sixty three Christmases, just a few ticks of the clock in my father’s timing. The morning of the rapture is coming. Like children we look every few moments to see if it’s time yet, but in an hour we think not....He will come.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Tuesday and Going Home......

by Dr. Gary S. Moore on 10/09/19

After four days on Mercy’s Vessel I’m sitting in the airport about to fly home. Gulfport is a really small airport and it takes me back to the time when flying was such an adventure. My very first flight was from Atlanta to Guatemala City, connection in New Orleans. It was 1976 and there was one flight a day in and out of Guatemala with no service on Sunday. Every traveler was made to feel special in those days and it meant my first flight was exciting, enjoyable and memorable. We did spend the night in New Orleans, but that story is for another blog.
This morning I was more than two hours early for my flight, I walked through the front door of the airport and checked myself in with no line. Then I proceeded to security to find a delightful fellow greeting everyone, all two people ahead of me and myself, by our first names and talking about what a wonderful day it was to be alive. So now I’m checked in, through security, standing at my gate and I still have two hours before my flight. I decided to have breakfast.
There is only one restaurant here and I find on the menu: two eggs, hash browns, bacon, toast and coffee is $8.00. Please don’t tell these people that it’s $25.00 for the same order in Atlanta. I see a lot of tables around me but only four with patrons. My breakfast is served by a very friendly young lady who delivers a perfectly cooked plate of bacon and eggs with a smile and the words, “no hurry, take your time and enjoy your breakfast.” That is exactly what I did. Now I realize that Gulfport is not a big city and I see only nine gates in the whole of the airport, but still the attention they give you is very refreshing, and today I don’t mind flying all that much.
Fast forward as now I’m at the Charlotte airport. I sure hope that this place is under construction because coming in I saw holes in the runway. No....I’m not kidding, the holes are marked with orange wedges that circle the open holes. I see that much of the inside of this place is also under construction. I was planning on a late lunch here as I had an hour and half layover, but after spending over half an hour sitting on the tarmac in sight of the gate and then having to leave E gates and walk to D gates and find my departing flight, I now see that I have about ten minutes till boarding starts. I did consider getting something anyway because I think I’m in boarding group thirty seven, but the only places near here is a Sushi Bar and a fruit smoothie stand. There is a Rum Bar that I passed but it was absolutely packed and I’d miss my flight if I went in there, not to mention the fact that I think people might be in there getting drunk. I’m not complaining, just comparing, it’s like two different worlds really. I was hoping for some North Carolina charm, you know “Going To Carolina In My Mind”, like James Taylor and all that, but the only difference between this airport and Philadelphia is the accent the people speak.
So now the last mile of the way. I’m in the air, sitting in a middle seat on row twenty-nine because I was to cheap to pay $27.00 to upgrade, but it feels real good. I’ll be back in Nottingham before dark and I’ll sleep in my own bed tonight. I’ll see Helen, preach at NMBC tomorrow night and feel like I’m where I belong. Please don’t get the wrong impression here, I absolutely love to travel, and I love Mercy’s Vessel, and I love visiting new churches and talking to people I’ve just met, and of course I adore the opportunity to share the gospel in a new place. At the end of the day though, there is no place like home. Family and friends, familiar faces and places, resting easy in a favorite chair, looking out onto the road I live on, there is comfort there. It feels good to be on my way home.
I’m really trying to find words to sum this thought up, but for the life of me I don’t think I can say it any different, or any better than just the words, It feels good to be on my way home. I hope you can relate, and I trust that you understand that as wonderful as going home is, there is an even better thought that comes to mind right now. “because man goeth to his long home,”