May I give it voice? This thing that moans and groans as if pinned between cart and horse? Is it right to scream of frustrated tragedy or must silence control the teeth biting through tongue to resist exhalation? Where is the anger when a joyous row of teeth smile candidly through the wounded lips and tongue. What wonders lay beyond this level of comprehension that I might find solace in patient understanding and wisdom’s promise? How may a man so stricken with limited learning grasp the concept of planned obsolescence and upgraded internal aptitude? How appended the abridgment when time constrains the present pain with expected relief?

There are coming storms that will make the daydreams and nightmare of yesterday’s disaster seem quixotic and serene. Snares of vast orbital gravity shall encompass mankind in prisons too strong for exit, leaving the lashed exhausted in helpless expectation. How challenging to remember they are volunteered and no man bid entry without cause? This is abomination, that the rested, arrogant and wise find themselves captive to a cause they never asked to enter but find themselves firmly grasped within. For there is no surety and fairness in the realms of war. No promised or reasonable expectation for being treated with care or kindness or anger, despair and torture. For all things are possible in the tolerable spectrum of relative probability.  The only certain components, time and finite qualifications for passage based upon utterance and request of quarter.

They team now against the inevitable frailty of their arguments, knowing as barrister that case be lost on fact or evidence so brilliant table pounding and passion the only ploy. This Judge offers no submissions, no motions, no advocates, no witness, no defense, only the pure rhetoric and fact of visual audience and action. The actual crimes reviewed as a product of memory sealing the guilty with absolute fairness in culpability. The judgement each time being swift, fair, equal and indisputable, Death and separation from God for eternity, roiling in the ashen nightmare of molten fire and darkness reserved for Angels alone, but shared through volunteer request for participation of unrequited man.

Does it matter now the man that each foresees or recalls? Is this construct this script determining factor in that horrific escapade of certain judgment? Well, yes but not the quality of travail but the humility of character responding to parley and offered release. Most will simply ignore for unjust, unsound determination that it simply be nonsense. Many will fail to accept the gift for logic’s siren and surety that another way must exist. And some will simply deny that they ever belonged within the realms of creation, somehow thinking themselves beyond its reached or lawful prudence. But most the tearful most will simply fail to make answer in allotted time, thinking to themselves that they must have at least one day left to live for themselves. In this tragedy finds definition.

Why then shall we ponder the pain of missed appointments or unheeded recommendation? For each man knows the same material, holds the key, the directions, the exact same grace before his face, to grasp or turn away.  This tarry is mine alone for it is joyous pain of promised coming and suffering aligned with Christ. A gift in preparation for eternal registration and welcome to lasting allegiance. They enjoy or seek to suck the last fat from bony marrow, whilst we hold on to what we’ve got in courage and faithful understanding, not knowing dates but seasons. Not knowing circumstances but reasons and suffering brightly, hoping as God sees to speak the Name of Jesus as Heaven’s Gate emerges in the cloudless sky. May He know us upon arrival or our delivery to His burnished feet. For this joy I hold my cry, my burden, my painful resistance in the courageous comprehension that it is finished, for all time.

In Jesus’ Mighty Name.