Turn please oh my simple heart.  You know the way to peace, joy, contentment and satisfaction.  Don’t be lured by the sickeningly sweet scent of passionate embrace, followed by an cold, solid emptiness only this concrete world may provide.  Where are the dreams that danced in your head as a child, thoughts of effort, success, dedication and happiness doing something worthy?  That is it my heart, those things of a child that called each of us to glory, in simplicity, neutrality and innocence.  We were made for Kingdom’s Call, each of us purely and wonderfully crafted to do something unique for God, our Creator, our Father, our Lord.  Without that simple understanding and purposeful alignment we are fools striking matches in a rainstorm, while the fire burns brightly outside our peripheral vision.

How can my heart, stomach or willful thoughts lead me away from the prepared table of my God?  What whimsical thinking holds enough sway over human judgment that I might be coerced or convinced by brigand to lay in wait to rob, threaten or cajole bright, savory people?  It is the warnings that I have ignored, thinking myself immune to the deception that plagues mankind for which God sent ample prophetic warning.  This heart of mine may only be shielded from the continual barrage of false prompting by the breastplate of Christ’s Righteousness, seated firmly against my torso.  There is no hope for me in my own capacity to defend, this mind, against wicked thought, but that of Christ’s Helmet of Salvation.  unrighteous angels and demons fear not the grumblings of my false threats and pride, they fear THE WORD of God and that be Christ Jesus the King.  I am not capable of mounting effective defense in this world, increasingly-hostile to the things and people of God.  My only shelter, respite, peace and supply is Almighty God and my only hope being hidden in Christ, the mystery that confounds humanity.

What shall I follow the dim hooded lantern of darkened nightmare or the Bright Morning Star of Spirit sent to mark us for eternity.  Those that turn their heads from the light even for a moment risk being lost in the darkness of wandering paths, broad, illusionary boulevards leading to man’s glory, rotted thrones and sandstone edifices.  My heart, this heart is too weak to discern from that which is false and failing.  It is THE WORD written upon the sinew of my heart that removes the veil and slight of hand from thinking.  My heart, my mind, my gut has been set free through God’s provision of a sacrifice so grand that I still cannot comprehend, only imagine and wonder at my pure dumb luck being chosen by God’s, indefinable Grace.  What is faith?  It is knowledge, turned to belief by dependence on Truth of something greater than self, then that same belief becoming courageous action acknowledging my reliance upon Truth, Promise and Prophecy.  Faith is the Christian report card, for trusting and obeying God are the only measures of success and Love for God, in the Christian life.

I may no longer think as a child, but I pray that my heart believe and follow God in the same innocent, trusting manner of youth.  I may no longer act as a child, but I pray that my dreams be of fresh, Holy and righteous thinking filled with the limitless hope of childhood.  I may no longer have the appetites of a child, but I hope that I may still be finicky in my filling, choosing only what is good, wholesome and true to nourish me into adulthood.  I choose Christ.  Let me follow Him and nothing else.  Jesus, oh that my heart, my mind and my appetite would quest for one answer, You.