You see the whole thing makes no sense without Love. The Kind of Love that makes you an old lady, living with a guy you never would have liked doing something that you never thought of yourself doing, with kids you could never control in a world that just never made any sense whatsoever. There’s dancing and songs that you were meant to write to give voice to the great big driving force in your life determined to make you do something about it. There’s dreams that cannot finish themselves in pale blue skies and pink and purple dimly lit sundowns, holding hands with someone that has just found out it’s their purpose in life to love you with all that they are.

We thought that we were always gonna master this life and in the process found out who the true master was always meant to be. There’s time ticking along with its sing-song, nightmarish click, click, click, that we never seemed to find a rhythm too or enough to go around. There are sounds of children, engines and police sirens waking things inside our hearts that chase around the park at midnight. See there’s no stopping the train and no wish to do so any old way, because it’s the ride that always mattered not the stops, the noise or the nasty old horse you got off of at the station. There’s daylight left and coin in your pocket and somehow you know that there will be a show to see at the end of the line worth seeing. Something made just for you, a pair of bright shoes waiting to have the bottoms worn off of them cutting that rug, or walking a prairie mile or properly parked next to his or hers at the bed of the nightstand.

This ain’t about me, but just somehow it has somehow all been about me getting somewhere that I was supposed to be but didn’t yet know it. Something to find out when I got there a song to sing when the tune presented itself at midnight as I rocked a young child that I never thought I’d love listening to a woman snore that I never had any inkling that I would meet in a house in a town that I had never dreamt living. Not so shocked about the dreams coming true, the dreams I never knew I would have until some night standing at a subway counter and you looked across the room and there it was. The glimpse of an idea, a word, a reason rhyme or song, that somehow you’d known along was written specifically for you at this time, place and venture.

This whole God forsaken World is well, just that without Love. The battles waged, sages met and dreams forgotten stand idly bye without reason, cause or purpose. See there’s gotta to be something that holds it all together, the weather, the pleasure, pain and sweaty August after April driving to get something done. That glue that brings it all toward sundown, proper, a timely ending, tying it all together in a pretty little package. No this was not meant as a great big old philosophical tragedy in the middle of a horror story that scared us repeatedly until we found relief at ending. The drum beats casually at the corner, telling each it’s time to get stepping or proposing that new idea to set the world aflame with passion and fervor.

But that don’t come without Love. The Love of a Father so bright that it cut through the danger, and pause and fearful fight to set ourselves free from the tyrants about us. Sometimes the wind to sail, at others cautioning hand at the scruff of our shoulder but there indefinitely watching and waiting for the next bus to arrive. That vessel designed or prepared to take us to the next intersection where we will meet that person, whomever he may be that will make some sense of madness or turn plight into founding passion or end the folly residing in our youthful hearts.

But it does makes sense, you know, the pain, the payments the years of dally and wonder? One day you awake to find that feeling of splendor not associated with magical moments of fame and captured treasure but that measure of peace that both takes and gives you breath. That moment you cannot sleep one minute longer, no longer content to get something done, some journey finished, house built or land conquered, but to just simply reside in the life you’ve been given. It all just falls into line, the smells become familiar, understanding stops trying to escape and the pain well somehow oddly becomes pleasure. Yes, there was meant to be order to the universe, perhaps we just needed to stop looking in all the wrong places or maybe gave up making sense of it, but simply settled down in the knowledge that it all somehow makes sense in the love of our founding.

Is faith about me? Let’s see, I am given the seeds of it, so I didn’t obtain it, it was a gift. I don’t increase it yet I patiently wait for its increase that I might better communicate with God and navigate the circumstances of my topography. I don’t place faith in my own performance, understanding or physical assets but rather in the performance, devotion and righteous gifts of God, so I have no effect over it. I did not create the rule that without faith it is impossible to please Almighty God, so I had no responsibility for measuring the performance measures most consistent with my view of reality. I don’t know if I have any until I successfully face the trials and tribulations that I never wanted to face in order to see its potency. When I display that faith I can take no credit for it but yet feel encouraged and empowered because it brings me closer to the blessings of My Father God.

Shall I ask questions of those who continue to live by the objects, appearances, evidence and occurrences of this world and sensory qualification? Am I to subject those who apparently are absent of faith to slander, derogatory remarks or classification because I see them struggling with finding a relationship with the supernatural? Am I to measure all people by there position within reality either choosing the carnal or spiritual understanding of this life and the next? What does it mean that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Is this all just a series of suggestions for life optimization or are they the rules God who gave us faith has set out for a swath of peculiar people to live within?

What is the deceptive nature of a clever enemy and what things would that enemy have me believe that could so corrupt my walk that I am not prepared for the Lord’s Return? That is the toughest part of this battle between carnal and spiritual for without the indwelling Spirit and crying out for wisdom such that we are given the fear of God and subsequently receive the gift of wisdom and discernment, we are left to a reliance upon ourselves or worldly Gnosis as our substitute for actual faith.  What a tragedy to call yourself by the name of the Lord yet never receive the gift of eternity, forgiveness, sanctification and the mind of Christ because of the machinations of the enemies of God. We are given faith not as a reward but as a protection from this original deceptive capacity. That seed of faith leads us to the Truth that is God which we are all given according to Roman’s 1. So God foresees the deception in anticipation and gives us the basic protection from it but as always it depends upon “Choice” as the activation key from Free Will, for the Lord will not have us say that He predetermined our position in eternity but gave each of us the opportunity to choose where we spend our afterlife.  Not the choice in a carnal sense but in the spiritual sense, because I cannot simply choose for myself that I am righteous enough to attend heaven, but that God provided me the key to determine the spiritual understanding that I might believe upon His Gift of Grace and thus CHOOSE my eternal position.

Faith is not about me but about the Creator who gives it to me, perfects it through trial and answers my prayers that are offered in that Faith that they will be answered. I pray that your Faith is increased and know that the only ways to increase your faith are through trial, meditation and prayer. I pray that you welcome and utilize all three of these avenues to increasing your faith as they are presented you by the Father. May you be richly blessed with all those things that God has stored for you this time in which we celebrate the Birth of the King of Kings, The Lord Jesus Christ.

Defiance implies a superior guiding authority. Without the law there remains nothing against which to rebel in self-servitude. Therefore being a man of singular conscience reliant upon the gratification of my own internal guidance, there is no guilt or grace. This is the story we awake to tell ourselves daily, refreshing the ideal that we live outside the reality which is an prefer the reality which we maintain in our own power, projection and dreamt authority. What a waste of my own internal potency and power.

The fog whispers to every man, come dine within, you have but to reach in to the dynamism of dream to answer the quenchable hunger and thirst within your breast. The mist lies, knowing that there are only so many days in the measure of life it has but to lead you astray this one, then leave tomorrow to do its awful works. Who among us has reached into the bag of many wonders, given into the compass of the heart and not found the lands barren, old, decaying and desperate?

Then who dost my defiance answer? What servant of the dark am I in pursuance of dreams so false that they steal from a man’s inner strength, not to mind the lost wages or constructs of just pursuit? If I throw daffodils at rainbows seeking splendor of a colored life expecting tomorrow to have belly full then I ought live among the birds for grass will be my fodder. What manner of a foul beast would concoct a paradigm thus inclined? Who would whistle and pray that each find his way into abandon and separation from the faculties of reason and reality? Who would so lust for my downturn that they would goad me into decisions that profit me not and steal from my length, strength and hope of life?

If there is no enemy then there be no need for war. Who then shall stand against me visibly shaken by my rattling sword? No one is there no one who will admit this assault upon character and person, unrelenting in its quest to achieve my ruin? Art though hidden by realm and sea or relevancy?  Despair complete that the thief of our greatest hope simply begging us pursue the tainted call of heart is but itself a fairy fantasy with no teeth reaching into the light of day to bring a piece of darkness for our choosing.  No there must be thought before reason and contemplation before words or plan. This foe be real as real as the theft of my portent and accountability. Then the power of his prison reside in the concealment of this poisoned will. Thus the Light, the power of Light in its revelation proofs all things.

What then to anvil must I place my mettle and shank? Shaped by another hand unseen but felt to the mooring of my making, the hammer of God’s workmanship. This is the dawn of my emergent hope, born again in the surrender of self and redemption from captivity of the persistent whispers of promised splendor. No more I say, then repeated in the drumming of God upon my essence, driving dross from within my cells, leaving naught but pure tempered spirit. This foul dream is driven from me, now my quest is manifest, in chasing away the dark that others might be cleansed and free in hope of light. The enemy persistent until his removal by the King, vigilance the answer to temporary things and hope the comfort surety in things eternal yet to come.

Standing upon that hill he told us it would be revelatory. Not some sudden comprehension of knowledge or compendium of information, transforming us into a new version of man, but a true remaking in the Spiritual image of God. I already had God’s form and likeness but my soul, having suffered the damage effect of sin, was ready for the rebirth into something closer to God’s essence. Upon that hill people cried and tried desperately to grasp a mystery that even regales the angels. I struggle for them but when confronted with the peaceful appeal of God’s Spirit it was then, and only then that I understood the mystery of God’s intention for humanity, salvation, re-creation, eternity.

I don’t know what it was like to be in the presence of Jesus the Man, but I know the awesome undoing of my soul each time I kneel before that Throne. It is a fearful thing to have access to the Throne-room of Almighty God. But this comes with it a comfort of belonging, not arrogantly, but knowing that this is your Father’s Dwelling, Daddy’s Office of worship, praise and power. I don’t just worship a bed of straw or a hopeful effigy upon the mantle to bring good hope, blessing and bountiful crop. I want Jesus, because He is all those things that man could not be without Him. Blessings are nice but doubt, trial, sacrifice, struggle, pain and overcoming are the true blessings in this life as we journey onward to the next. Without the problems I would have no solution and that bountiful access to God’s provision gives me ample supply to deal with and overcome all of the difficulties, challenges and seeming impossibilities of this lifetime.

It is perhaps perceivably challenging to walk through life in belief without some visual, audible or physical evidence of God’s presence among us. That I believe is the exact reason we have counseled to walk by Faith and Not By Sight, for in that belief without subsequent evidence two things are revealed. First that faith is something with which God is pleased and increases through honoring its difficult presence. And second that our senses are not the best or only register of the evidence for God’s existence. What we may only consider real with out mortal senses may only be real simply within this mortal plain. What transcends mortality and expands beyond the reach of our carnal reality must be perceived, measured and followed with the acuity only provided through senses which are no longer limited by mortal construct. We being born again may now perceive evidence beyond the boundaries of carnal thinking, Things of Spirit, which are only comprehended through those senses of Spirit.

Thus the piteous struggle of thinking man, in seated ponderance. Born to contemplate the highest thinking, feeling and believing it is the potency that divides man from lesser cousin, he is left outside absent the tools to conceive those thoughts which are extra dimensional. it is as in the irony of surrender to the Lord’s Will in order to find fulfillment and abundance. The counter intuitive nature of this puzzle confounds the thinking man’s logic to the point of escaping ignorance and denial. To find those realities and thoughts beyond mortality, I must give up that mortality and become reborn in Christ Jesus. They may not be perceived through mortal means. This is the nature of their mortal struggle and it breaks one’s heart to see them so.

Lord come to the aid of men who really want to know and are willing to humble themselves before you to find out. I am sorry for those who will not take this available moment to reach beyond the limits of death and carnal capacity to expand their horizons to the reaches of universe and beyond. Lord, I may not have had the glorious pleasure of sitting upon that hill listening to your words directly, but I have perhaps greater Spiritual Experience of Writing them upon my heart each day. You are my world and the world beyond this world. I praise you and thank you for all that you continue to give. In Faith and Belief I welcome the challenge of finishing this mortal examination.  Thank you Jesus, in Your Name I pray.

This is My America. I hope that many of you share this view, but it is important at the outset to my understanding of what it means to be an American that I state emphatically, you are allowed to have differing opinion on this an every other matter. America is an agreement to disagree and still come back to the table to put in place actions, defenses, mechanisms and policies that promote the greater good of America. Without that agreement we are hopelessly detached from the land of our solidity, having no immovable object to which we may adhere our vessels of enterprise.

We began out of oppression, yet did a fair amount of our own in building this nation. So, we understand what it means to be on the receiving and the delivering end of tyranny and subjugation. Men, came for Freedom. Freedom from and Freedom to. Freedom from the oppression, restraining and spirit quenching hand of empire. In our instance from history the British Empire, but you can pick any Empire throughout history and you will see those men like U.S. yearning for that Freedom from their oppressors. For that Freedom you need Space, that frontier into which you may build something outside the control and observation of that oppressive station. In this space you may observe the Freedom to Worship, your God, in the way that you see is appropriate for your family. These rights were historically throttled or controlled by the Empire, who itself named itself the god of its citizens, demanding worship, taxes and homage. America promised the Freedom to worship the Lord our God free from the Organized Empire of Religious Pronouncements coming from Capital cities like Rome. We were not rebellious but were forced to rebel in our belief of the Lord Jesus Christ, that they called reformation, because it caused them to develop new levels of law and cruelty to maintain ordered thought. We called it Emancipation from the controlling hand of an overwhelming Empire that called itself Holy but was really a mass conglomerate of Religious Tyrants having usurped the Proper functions of the Church to legislate for their own increase. If you don’t believe this look what they did to the first one of their own who questioned these practices, Martin Luther.

In America we found that Freedom to be a man or woman of our own desire and purpose absent the controls, labels and constricting/cast influences of family, blood line or fiscal importance. We not only found that freedom from our own historical confinement but found the Freedom TO: become something of our own doing, establishing an identity consistent with our own free thought, intention and effort. We now had the Freedom To do something with our lives that had nothing to do with what we had been conformed to perform. We as Americans had the Space in which to follow our own ideas into destiny’s hand and become or not become whatever we could achieve. That nature, that inspiration lit aflame the minds of hopeful men across the globe, seeking the opportunity to see where their road to a bright future would take them. They had now found the Freedom To; Worship, struggle, build, plant and harvest the profitability of God’s blessings upon them in a way that they alone could look back and proclaim, “I did something worth doing”. This Freedom to aspire, dream and achieve made America the greatest place in history for the individual. This individual concept once thought as a barrier to collective living, was in itself the master component in making America the concept into America the Reality. For men understood the oppressive hand of tyranny upon their own lives and therefore desperately undertook personal efforts to make sure that they didn’t enforce their own brand of tyranny upon their neighbor’s dream. We agreed to disagree, and somehow this understanding sponsored a collective understanding of agreement that confounded the wise and birthed a nation of people launched upon personal endeavor with the Freedom to commit themselves to protecting those same rights for everyone. Certainly we have failed along the way and any of our failures may consistently be traced back to practices associated with tyrannical oppression of Empire whether their’s or our own it always leads to same outcome.

So we found men, men of notable understanding and means, demonstrating their own capacity to work hard and deliver for themselves and the community around them. We didn’t check allegiances, perhaps as well as we should have believing in our naivete that they were of the right character and position to deliver U.S. a framework for this Nation that would live with this new ideal of Freedom From and Freedom To live as a unique people in all the world. These men knew that it must be based upon something outside of Men’s capacity to control the world around him, for historically the same “men” had always done the same thing in corralling and leveraging the people within their protection to enrich themselves, leading to eventual and absolute tyranny. I don’t care which nation you are from you will find this truth in all of our histories. These men knew that the only power and authority outside of man’s control to prostitute is the Sovereign Authority of Almighty God. So they knew at the outset that this nation in order to survive must be constructed upon the Rock of Ages a foundation that is immutable to the greedy mind and hand of man.

We were warned what would happen if we ever wandered away from the path of this protection by God’s authority. We were told what it would need to maintain a Sovereign Constitutional Republic. We were warned of the need for vigilance, maintenance and refreshing thought to keep it on plan. The problem is while we were so used to be warned those who were in charge of publishing that warning were conspired by the powers and principalities of Empire to change the message. See they couldn’t delete the message, No then we would have seen through the deceptive nature of their service to self and the fallen.  They had to practice the deception of misdirection and slowly but surely turning the temperature up on the unsuspecting Frog until the truth of circumstance was itself beyond avoidance. They told U.S. that God is dead and that now we were inclined to believe that we had been crafted by the hands of time and chance through the DNA lineage to Apes. They enticed U.S. with that desire to live as free men only this time the deception was so complete it stole from U.S. the mechanism that employed our Freedom From and Freedom To, it set us free from the controlling influences of God’s Sovereign Authority upon which our own Freedom is based leaving U.S. in freefall without landing, upon the crashing waves with no place left to moor our ship. This deception left U.S. without the identity that preserved U.S. our lineage and patronage to God the Father for the preservation of Rights inalienable that could only be taken by His Hand. We had forgotten too, God’s Nature, that Free Will is the basis that governs all offers of Grace and Benevolence. We could also choose to give up our rights through lack of vigilance, diligence or walking away from the very Supernatural Path that protected U.S. in the Armor of Almighty God.

The Question is not if this is right or wrong for even those who seek to argue do not argue this point they seek to find some consolation in their own timidity. The seek solace from their own willing or complicit choices in serving the downfall from Freedom Of and Freedom To by having chosen evolutionism, Confusionism, Altruism, Communism or any other ISM over the Sovereign Immovable Truth of God’s Sovereign Love for mankind that solely supported the character and pursuits of this Just Nation.  They seek to argue that there is no God which in itself is admission to the previous and acceptance of defeat. For this nation to succeed, for our Freedom’s to maintain we must acknowledge that these Freedom’s cannot exist outside of the mandate of an Unchanging God. So that having been determined we are now left we what we to do about this deceptive transformation or transmogrification of our collective identity as Free American’s? We are no longer upon the path that reason dictates leads to the only place where we might be safe to pursue our Freedom From and Freedom To. What then shall we do to either right our course or abandon that position of victory for all time?  You claim I am being dramatic yet even this day we stand against enemies seeking to take away the America we’ve founded all our ideas of Freedom upon without even a fight for that nation.

What shall we do? Whatever is the prudent path? It is so simple yet it still evades you in complexity? That is because you have so abandoned the origins of your discernment that you cannot even imagine the idea of discernment. If all blessings come from God and God’s provision of protection and authority was the basis that the founders believed was the only sufficient platform to produce a set of Freedom’s and Rights that was immovable, untouchable, inalienable by the hands of historical or future Empire and tyranny. The answer is so simple it hurts U.S. all to hear it. We must return our faith in purpose and the gratefulness to God for being the Sole Provider of our Hope, whether mortal or eternal. We as a nation, America, were formed by God’s Love and the idea that we need no King But God to govern U.S. That requires, demands and instructs U.S. that to survive we must understand God’s perspective, His Moral Authority and His demands of what it means to live a righteous life as members of His Kingdom.

This is My America, I hope that it is Yours as well, because if it isn’t we are doomed to perish in the pages of coming history as the nation that had all the Freedom From and Freedom to but lost the understanding of from whence those Blessings came and therefore Lost it all, not only the blessings but the relationship, security and identity that once made it all possible.

One idea that needs no defense. It requires nothing from me but gives me everything. It is meek yet irresistible, honorific and humble, both tempered and flexible in winter’s challenging breeze. I did not let it become but it became me. There is no argument but love, from which all must retreat absent adequate pulse. This dream is the dance within her the song at the top of his lungs and the word within a child’s pen. There is only time enough to see its realization in glimpses captured and locked within regret’s passing. To have truly been, never fading from the filling breath of Life.

It is courage, conscience and understanding in identity’s prize. The roots of the willing language of heart, dawn and intangible reason. Today passes and still it needs nothing. Outside within, lost and found, dawn and dark, it is all things, in all things, with them in clarity, purpose and design. Needs no reminder to recall no temporary shirt though there are those who will flirt or skirt the edge of acclaim, none arrive in struggle. This is not purchase but bought with the deepest change, the priceless gift of nexus. Unique as the snow at dawn’s early wind. Precious.

Do not seek conquest or sanctuary for it is the capturing fire of intention. The cause for which each man aspires, inspires and transpires. Fires of Heart and pulsing madness of anger’s rage, captured in the fragile expanse of hope. We are God’s Dream, made real to inflame history with pen and ink of our passing that others might find reason, purpose and opportunity. This song, this making, this tinkering joy may bring glory in short measure to given name but its spark is meant for greater grasp as tongue eternal ember.