A Mental Journey To the Chambers of Death and Judgment In Your Mind

 

I heard the Lord say,

Cursed is the man that hangeth on a tree. I became a curse that you might be blessed. The shackles of bondage were all about you, for you were chained unto sin and could not escape by any physical or mental power. You were doomed to die for your sins and destined to burn forever in hell's fire. My love for you caused me to take your place on the gallows of judgment. Unless you have considered the march to your own judgment where you would have been judged as a damned person, then you will not appreciate my act of love for you on the cruel tree of judgment. Have you ever thought how it would be to walk slowly to the chambers of death and judgment?

A man destined to hang for his crimes has no peace outside of me. He may quote many scriptures, but unless the spirit of the Word abides in him, then there is no peace. There is no peace unto the wicked. Peace eludes even those who give their lives in the name of peace. I am Shiloh, the Peace-bringer. I bought your peace as I took your place at the judgment hall of righteousness. Your peace has been paid for by holy and precious blood. The price for your freedom was a precious price. You must acknowledge the preciousness of the sacrifice for you lest you lose gratitude in the parlors of self-righteousness. Talk is cheap, and confessions of peacekeepers are numerous. Though words flow from the mouths of men concerning peace, there is no peace without my blood to supply the currency to tear down the wall of sin and iniquity. My blood, which is the currency, has satisfied the demands of justice. No longer do you need to stare at the hangman's noose, the chair of electrical death, the rifleman's barrel, nor the walls of the gas chamber's invisible, silent death venom. I have given you blessings and a place with me on the right hand of the majesty on high.