I cannot argue effectively or defend my faith without contention, for the Word provokes either resistance or capitulation.  God does not ask, He tells, He yells at the universe and it obeys, why would a man have leeway?  Because a man is beloved, so God speaks calmly waiting for the choices we all must make.  Do not contend with God if you like winning, do not contend with man if you wish them simply believe.

It never returns void, the knowledge that the plans will always sprout, the sun will always shine that someone will love you forever.  This Word is unlike any treasure you’ve found, it is the power to make, to break to shine light upon the fake, shaming, taming, waking and growing all things to zenith.  It presents you with The Truth about life, death and what comes after, between and before perception.  This Word is perfect, it was with God at the beginning, it was and is God.

I stand overwhelmed in my simple crisis of humanity, struggling to understand that which is beyond my comprehension, my universe stretching, frighteningly toward rupture.  Destiny has made me the man God wished.  I have seen glory and become addicted, that face, the face of a God willing to die to get my attention, my allegiance, my faith.  How can I have ever pleased this perfect God, which seems impossible? Yet, he tells me that he sees me cleansed and righteous, wearing the suit of armor gleaming like the sun, The son given a second chance to live a second life for purpose, for reason, for the Glory of a deserving King.

He died so that I might live, Jesus be praised.