I am handed a cup full of dust and told to drink to wash down the rancid, maggot infested flesh having been offered in the high places to angels. Who is meant for the purpose of serving fools on their march to goals that make zero sense offering no lasting reward? Why shall we make all things permissible if not but to serve the concept that nothing is too gross, too ill mannered, to vile for humanity to stomach as we postulate that man may live by the guidelines of common history? The concepts and challenges we face are being met with a call to lift all limitations, norms and cultural testing akin to pouring lighter fluid upon hot coals. Do we so seek the incineration of society and self that we are remanded to the hand of the cruel and bestial for Terran Salvation?

What is accomplished in mockery of the pure? How much gold is accumulated in denial of those things which are good and true? Must we diminish our stature to the atomic for the simple concept of understanding that family is wealth and hope is a promise that surpasses our greatest challenge? How then may we ask and receive access to the throne room of a Holy God expecting prayers answered when our life pursuits are death, tar and poisonous word? Tell me the King that surrounds himself with folly and hopelessness and you will see a kingdom rid of leadership. What obtuse conversation or thought brings men to the foot of a mountain that hungers for innocent blood spent for nothing but the prayers for fertility and rain?

Follow what you must, but in your corruption I have smelt and seen the infestation of man’s dream. Slinking from the hopeful and the righteous, we slither into the silent dark praying for ample cover from an avenging and vengeance Filled God. There is no further than basement offering retreat and less concealment from the light that permeates, illuminates and perceives all things at all time in all places. Play this role as you must knowing fully that it is with timed consent as transformation follows. The wind of centuries past informed man of a harvest, a testing and a payment either levied in propitiation for eternity or paid in everlasting separation from all that is good, and right and pure. Angels wait upon the Lord, the Earth Cries out for His Glory and sees the Sons of God standing in defense of faith. The time as a measure of our turn to meet His investigation has been signaled and approaches.