Glory calls out to Glory, Faith calls out to faith, time bends and blurs at the motion of His eternal finger.  I have no conception of His magnitude, for without scale I am suspended in the unknowable.  Why must it be this way where we fail, get up and fail again?  Is there something resolved through bruised knees, scraped palms and discouraged dreams?  How could I be made of God Stuff?  I believe the Word, but see no resemblance in my reflection, possibly kin to Your imagined excellence.  Why allow me to even have thoughts?  Defining You, I cannot even comprehend love never mind the One who made it, amongst the quintillion other splendors.  Every where I turn I see majesty, potency, not just design, but rhythmic composition, crescendo and symbiosis.

Why are we spiritually attached to each other with some invisible, elastic, bond tethering nearly seven billion hearts to shared purpose and destiny?  Not, what is my purpose, but why do I even matter is the question which confounds my puny intellect?  How implausible Your idea of using such a distempered instrument, this vase of a million stress fractures.  Lord, I am not capable to what You have asked of me.  How can I fulfill Your will in imperfect inadequacy of mind, spirit and flesh?  It is not only that I cannot see from here to there, I cannot even visualize the spot in time-space where “there” finds itself.  I can only do this through the Holy Spirit, my countenance is insufficient to the task.  I will step aside from the con and watch from the mezzanine hoping that I may serve You in some fashion.  Glory to the Most High.  Thank you Jesus.  Whisper my name and I shudder, cry and smile.

http://youtu.be/UfatyRXvMyw  Preparing for the re-emergence of the underground church, Chuck Missler series with Future Quake, Koinonia Institute/ http://studycenter.com/