Individual importance. I search the retinue of inventions, manuscripts, ideas, songs and mystery and found nothing remaining to give particular brilliance to my passage. All had been played, said, tested, discovered or renewed, leaving me feeling at first unwanted, then useless, then relieved. For if nothing need be invented, the pressure of my success has been eternally alleviated. My excuse complete I return to doing and producing absolutely nothing. In fact, I will do the world a grand service and consume as much as I may to provide purpose of tomorrow human’s. They will now have a purpose of re-provision that which I have turned to carbon in my passing.

What is God’s call but another responsibility from under which excuse provides me freedom? For I am no pious believer, looking down on a cadre of forgotten or “lost” men offering them my version of salvation when they appear entirely content in their self devised predicament.  Leave that the better men than I men of sacrifice, commitment and worthiness, who can convince themselves in their self importance that they actually do hear the voice of God, calling, calling, directing them to do that which is beyond our own capability and casting. No, God did not mean me when he laid out these edicts to be followed by all for we have already established I have no purpose. In fact, since everything has been done, that means that all this filling “heaven” work has already been conducted and certainly does not need a religiously handicapped man like myself inserting himself into the fine oiled machinery of salvation.

Nope, Dad was right and Mom even more so, never did amount to much, never had much and thus will have little regret when little results in well, little results. This big old fight for the world and taking care of people while building things and collecting memories while storing away treasures that is for the other guy. I prefer to vapidity, the emptiness of eternal hope, hope that someone will give me a sandwich or two to fill that emptiness in my vast resolve. Look, the struggle was too much and you don’t want me being a victim of LTSD do you, another diagnosed casualty of Life Traumatic Stress Disorder do you? I mean you already provide for all of my needs according to somebody else’s taxes, why have to owe me something else?

Well, I prefer to be the new thing under the Sun; the man who is so self-actualized that he need create nothing, do nothing, be nothing or declare nothing for it has all been fulfilled. In fact I have reached self enlightenment and you all are now free from the pressures of a world projection academy and the expectations it has placed upon man for thousands of years. No no purpose for me. No God prescribed nonsense about my tools, talents and assets being used for some Divine Purpose outside my own temporal comprehension. No I will leave that the deep Brothers and Sisters to contemplate. Let them have fates I am fated to wonder around finding someone else’s business to mind. I am mumbling the mantra of my own contentment, it goes yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah. Like I said Nothing new to see here.

But wait you say this schtick fulfills you and gives you new courage to face the day. Well, then I am happy being your savior. What do you need and how can I quickly fill your head with a bunch of motivational words on how to rev up and out to get this or that? What you need peace. Peace I got, two words, “Don’t fight”.  There’s peace easy peasy.  You too have been struggling against a burden created by the society you never planned to be a part of anyway. Well, change the rules. I mean that is what they did right? Maybe I can utilize this new found celebrity to write the book that will change you life and call it “Everything about Nothing” by me and some other guy who actually does the writing and editing so I can collect on the outcomes. I don’t know folks sounds promising. I think maybe there is space under this sun for my own little version of paradise.

Simple, sweet, that we should meet, love care and share. What separates us but the things we place as obstacle to constructive solution or relation? Is it fear that drives man to preserve the little from the many, shamelessly afraid that someone else will get my portion? Or shall I hoard, label and divide humanity into the haves and have none for certainly there will be some who lack strength of character, person or persuasion to gather even the essentials from tyrants like me?

How badly does it suck to be a homeless dude in Coronavirus land? What essential role do you fulfill that is conducive to man’s continuance. How will you be cared for by administrations who left you handly to the cruelty of concrete before you became an unwanted meter of contagion? They will be eradicated, assimilated, mutilated and eventually hunted for testing, prison or isolation as necessary procedure of maintaining the lines between the haves and ain’t gots.

Men are not damsels in distress of their own tragic manuscript. They have oft been cruel even to the point of disregarding or feeding upon their own young for power or preservation. Certainly there is merciful discord that governs the violations and unseemly character of man’s consumption? There is no such script, only the billions of waiting mouths and those who have determined them the obstacle between heaven and Earth. They crave elysium, the preserved, separate daydream extracted from the nightmare. They would destroy this planet to provide themselves political rhetoric sufficient to making them comfortable on the moon. Oh but that would require them giving up this planet when they have means to eradicate the unworthy or unwilling.

No, the cull is fated, timely, pursued as reasonable answer to the common question. What then shall the dividing line be. Taxes paid. Genetic Modeling. Some impromptu intelligence measure. Dress and hygiene, business acumen, language proficiency or perhaps the most annoying component of the lowly the belief upon a Sovereign Nightmare in God’s Trust? Do away with the gadfly as necessity to comfort and silence in politically manufactured nirvana of the hopeful. No More Sermons, bells on Sunday or nattering religious piety governing sexual freedoms.  Begone the restraining hand of God’s demand upon the behaviors of a man truly abandoned. They will find the labyrinthine path to their own reasoning, but in it we shall meet God’s Promise.

For this in purpose their pleasure roils. They measure their prison in desires contained. Well, by this the Lord has watched man flourish, for without governance, constraint. limiting this craven desire to consume all in our path would have destroyed man long before. Now, we shall see man’s truth in cruelty, as they will be left unrestrained by the modicums and the moderate voice of reasoned kindness and clean living birthed in God’s Word. They will be taken away, but not by the eradicating finger of man’s determination to live his sin’s fullness rather by the hand of a God who would protect them as the children He loves. Rapture shall be fulfillment of both sides plans, each fulfilled in a manner consistent with watching it all play out on the pages of heaven’s History. And they shall finally realize that we have never been in charge and rightfully so.

An environment where change is strange is typically conducive in resistance to God’s Will. Sanctification is a process. Therefore the transformation occurs as a measure of iterations in character modification over time. This predicts that a heart with penchant toward maintaining norms will invariably find itself in conflict with God’s pressures, calls and finally leveraged modification of our carnal attitudes toward the end state of Spiritual Significance. Short of it, if you find yourself opining for things to remain constant or unchanging you will no doubt find conflict with God’s intentions for your Spiritual Transformation.

What does that mean to me? That my love life though I feel comfortable wrapped in the symbolic adoration of the object of my romantic or friendly desires must remain transfixed behind the projection of my requirements. Or does it mean that in realization of God’s intention that I must never hold too closely to one feeling, one observance, one circumstance or life position that it inhibits or kick’s at the goads of God’s Will for my sanctification. Short, never love it too much that you aren’t willing to see that love grow or go away as an outcome of God’s Creative Work upon your life.

A journey indicates and demands action, not simply the movement of travel but the planning, organization and learning through evaluation and analysis that goes with every escapade. If I am physically, emotionally or spiritual transfixed at one benchmark or location then I will ultimately miss the divine opportunities a mile’s hence. Not to say that those trees planted in one spot grow the deepest roots but if God is constantly calling us to movement and we remain stuck in our desired position then most opportunity for miracle related Divine intervention in our constructive transformation will be limited or kaibashed by our reluctance to move along.

I dread being a vagabond. I dread the constant uprooting and living from a bag, but have learned in my spirit to embrace this as God’s intention for my life. Even to the point where when I carnally wish to put down roots the Lord cautions openly about this desire to stay put knowing fully that His intention is to move me along to the Dynamic schedule of Divine Opportunities awaiting. My carnal being craves all things to remain the same every day of this life until the end. My Spiritual being demands the opposite, fully and operationally determined to flow like fine, malleable-clay while being shaped by the Hands of the Master Potter.

I love you and always will, but must always move on to spread the seed of the Gospel as the Apostles did, continually moving to the next town, nation or continent that all might hear the Story of Glory and Salvation. With the advent of the internet and digital media this movement requirement has in some ways been diminished or inhibited by the comfort of reaching the entire world for Christ right from the living room web cam. However, one day of evangelizing or walking the streets in the Spirit of Almighty God touching the lives of the downtrodden and seeking provides ample evidence that this job has always been about the joy produced in the movement and introduction to new catalysts, new believers and experience designed as crucible for the growing Christians Spiritual maturation.  Complacency then resides as the greatest enemy to God’s greatest work within each of our evangelistic hearts.

Yes, you may find your perfect spot in a ministry that God provides in one town, one church, one hospital or one state. However, each time you venture to a new town or new circumstance you are reminded by the new experiences and diverse impetus provided in the world yet unknown. For me, and this may not be true for each of us, it appears that the reluctance to loosen my grasp on those things around me inhibits the rapidity of Growth. Kids are just lent to us for a number of years. Love is a gift given to us to hold and cherish for a time. After all this life is temporary, therefore all within it remain codified by this criteria.

Father, thank you for making them so precious that by nature I want to hold on to them forever. Thank you for showing me that is your heart for the world you’ve created and have provided the way to keep them with you forever. Let me fully understand the temporariness of all material, emotional and carnal things fully prepared to relinquish them into history for the sake of mission achievement for Your Good Will in my Life. You are the only assured and unchanging thing in this life, upon that rock my ministry resides. We love you and praise you for sanctification and appreciate its transformative nature, In Jesus’ Holy Name.