What do I seek? What are the outcomes, the goals of my pursuit? What dynasty am I constructing, what towers toppling what hidden dreams to I conspire, tirelessly to sleep’s abstinence? What nightmare’s do I evade or unpleasantness avoid, what horror causes my quickened heart, scampering feet or tortuous retreat? Is there some grand ideal for which I have gathered and recruited adequate squadron that we might actively participate in its birth or reconstruction? What heroes do I quote, what aspirations do I count and measure, what challenges do I foresee as obstacles attendance, hampering the realization of plateaued pursuance?

Will we be happy with hard fought half-wins? Is possibility accepting of alternate ideals doctrinely opposed in natural conflict to our own? Are we suited for compromise, tolerance and capitulation for points gathered, that we would imbibe or abide their caustic cool aid? Can wickedness and purity reside within the same cauldron or melting pot, when the heat of scalding surface reduces all to complex metals, mustard seed or waste? To what end are we collectively headed if not to the denouement of God’s unfolding mercy? How than might objectives of human design be considered when absolutely contrary to divine purpose and not seen for the wasted moments they reflect?

What is this tomorrow of your imagination and dreaming? What hopeful mess will it resemble when you my friend are calamity walking? How might we juggle without coordination these weighty matters of a globe full of miscreants who wish something completely different? How might we simply dismiss their perpetual attempts at monarchy? What good thing describes our current predicament? What egalitarian discussion sponsored such chaotic intent? These are the not the measures of weakness, wakefulness or the wanderings of do gooder’s gone wrong, but the steady, progressive outcomes of a plan to disassociate all from their Creator, provide alternate explanation for man’s fulfillment and gather all to become the tower of babel’s regathered, collective, war party to unseat God himself.

This is no complex tale told by philosopher’s stone that we might find eternity in its unraveling. We are offered grace, mercifully, when none deserve or earned it, NONE> This is a simple tale of a Loving Father and His Rules for the Home He Created that all might live in abundance, surety and hope. Simple. He told us the story before we started, reminded us along the way and repeats it for us as loudly or softly as each needs to hear it resounding in the innermost workings of our human hearts.  God Loved the World, God saved the World, Now God is Warning that all those who have not yet accepted that gift will suffer the ratcheted impetus of chaos, crisis, war, pestilence, starvation and fear requisite to understanding and action.  You may ignore for as long as that folly shall persist in adequate avoidance, but at some point all shams cascade to the ground leaving ideas and people naked in truth and ignorance.

What then of our making, shall we investigate the impossible together with Almighty God or be left to the certain future of His pronounced clarity in judgment? Choice, measured choice, difficult for those without reverence or fear but easy for those with hope and considerable trembling at the Foot Prints of a Mighty God.  These are the days where we still get to choose, direction, hope, goals and purpose. What is it that draws you to the flame of joy in life or ambition for something of your own imagination? God created this one and since you have not that power or authority yours will certainly be wanton, especially if it is conceived, delivered and maintained by those who can only think as far as their next feeding. Time marches, do you stand still or harmonize with its count down of history to paradise or permanency.  In Jesus’ Mighty Name.