Describe the dark Without reference To light’s favor Fire without spark Spicy right tango Breathless cadaver Nothing without God Odd informatus Freedom sans Savior Downbeat music backward bird sung syncopated matter In the seventh seven Hearts took shape Escape ooze to ape

In a Word, Light became the World’s Comfort In Peace Sound In Hope absolution In Song Reminder In Promise Surety In Walk Life In Joy Salve In Harmony Focus In Death, Everlasting In Christ Provision In Dark, Recognition In Him All Things In A Word Courage In Gold Word’s Reflection

How does impenetrable feel? What does it look like in surety beyond the ages? When do you give way to fear knowing that loss is trivial? How long is forever at the first bite? Where is victory when you measure anything by fear of losing? How to move a mountain with a mustard seed

Must we view the bust of men Worm eaten as moist pomegranate Brought to chains by lust In the Dust of their creation We find poisoned words and deeds With fuse tied leads Imbedded in refuse to misuse the muse A pining men’s riches Remanded to ditch and gutters Spirit utters Truth

Expression. How is it prepared this thing beyond my thinking? How communication evolves when the words are beyond vocabulary, the feelings beyond description and the physical language lacking sixth dimension symbolism? What is in the realm of palpable reason when worry is found to have a flavor or sight tiny pulses of light and sound? We are left with a transformation to dream world when building materials taste of taffy and clouds may be put in a tube as paste. What colors paint the rainbows in strings? What exceeds the worth of gold?

How do you describe an unseen tomorrow? Is guessing allowable only when tested by empirical evidence? Why are thoughts not themselves the thing of matter? Ontology is an experiment in making things real when reason tells me they should exist. What then is depth of perception, how may we swim in the sky or fly in the sea but by its mooring to epistemology beyond the enclosures of laughter’s doctrine? Who is the fool who reaches beyond the admonition of the fisher kings to dance in defiance of gravity’s capture? How may I know that which is beyond category, time, audible register or imagination? Who gives me permission to poke my finger through reason and time?

Are we left simply with, “it must have been dream”? Diction Constabulary, prediction police and comptrollers of active transliteration move to strike that which they perceive imperceptive. How then is light become, if not by word of order or order of Word? Must things be seen to be? How then may God exist if I do not see the need for God? Are there options that supersede my reality and have no need of my definition to count their evidence? The universe is not unmade in my lack of understanding. Complexities outside my limited comprehension have no fealty to wait upon my cognition before they may impact this or parallel realities, times or fungible states of matter. If energy may be transformed then it may be transformed in to any form with potent equation, not simply in a manner where math meets my understanding.

Fools proclaim their idea of the universe as certain. It does not need me in order to be exactly what it is. Just a player not the writer or composer, simply marking time until I see deeper into rhyme and lose the bond of time.

And he that sent me is with me: the Father hath not left me alone; for I do always those things that please him. As he spake these words, many believed on him. Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him, If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. They answered him, We be Abraham’s seed, and were never in bondage to any man: how sayest thou, Ye shall be made free? Jesus answered them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin. And the servant abideth not in the house for ever: but the Son abideth ever. John 8:29-33

There clearly are caveats and qualifications set forth in this passage required to know the Truth, but the promise of being set free is something that entices all Americans not simply believers. In fact, this line is repeated as common phraseology by many Americans regardless of social group or genre. We all know the power of truth and demand to find ourselves surrounded by the truth so we may be free from the controlling influences and intention of evil manipulations. I have yet to have a single person disagree with this powerful ideal from the Bible. The Truth truly does set you free.

So if the Truth sets us free then the lie must be a powerful weapon to create bondage. The control or creation of lies would in fact become a professional study in order to massage, create or manipulate public thinking. Politicians would prize this professional capacity to create and disseminate lies that they may sway public opinion toward elections, power maintenance and as a tool to bring about the desired end state of an individual leader or party. The Lie becomes a tool not simply some distasteful reputation character or unfortunate mistake it becomes the objective.

Knowing this reality and their intention it becomes essential for every person to have that capacity to discern the lie that they may never be placed into captivity of the lie. According to John it requires abiding in Jesus and believing to become a disciple and then be given the truth in order to be set free. What then shall unbelievers do to protect themselves from the abuses of captivity to the lies set before them? Is the pervasive lie being told by our government, media and our politicians that prevalent in society that we must development defense mechanisms against that machinery? If it is as bad as we asserted then each of us must be fully educated in the discernment, avoidance and evasion of the narrative designed to enslave our thinking.

What then are those steps necessary to identifying this circumstance and taking precautions and actions to escape the lasso of prevarication? How do we maintain a hopeful understanding of events with clear evaluation techniques that we may make sound decisions within the midst of modern mastery of misinformation or disinformation? Well, being a Christian Pastor I would say simply believe and abide in Jesus and be given the truth and the power of discernment, but for those of you who are reticent or stubborn to go that route you must begin to closely study and research the actual from the projected.

We know that there are enemies set against us remaining free people. We must identify those people and the sources and avenues of information they use in their attempts to enslave popular thought. It requires, no demands a return to self study, without which the source or content of information may not be trusted or past one to other thinkers. Telling the truth and maintaining clarity and rarity of verified information is perhaps a civic responsibility as we owe it to our neighbor to educate each other and watch each other’s back against the powerful capacity to capture and enslave our brethren and neighbors. Yes, the Truth will set you free, but you must first obtain that Truth before Freedom is possible.

With God all things are possible. For those listening who do not believe you will have to employ enormous effort and diligence to find, keep and pass on to those you love that truth that will keep them from enslavement to narrative campaign.

When do you cry? When do you find the time and space to hurt so deep inside? More me than my. When I look upon your timeless face my heart is opened wide. Some came to see. And others came to reason all that this simple life could be. Enough for me. To stand with hands unbound we fashioned ourselves free.

Inclined to stand. For sitting both together our shoes are filled with sand. Some fires are fanned. When we spend our lives together to you this I will remand. Outside the Box. Anatomy of fracture and chaos repartee. In toeless socks. Prone to be forgiving but nothing is for free. Laugh out of hand. For the poetry of moments combine in synchrony.

Too strong at first. But as I got second winded the taste became quite known. Bitter to the tongue. Once the well has tasted sweet the price of water sown. Suffered silence. To bring forth the dawn in cacophony and symphony seems wrong. To this I dance. Though the steps my imagination my speech and hope too long.

Bring forth your judge. To him the Master has made simple plans in station and review. Time captures man. To things and places true I remand my hope in dream set for stern renew. Ask of the night. why she promises togetherness and lures to comfort which are not but abandoned cold. The spark ignites. In that wanton heart the desire for something fresh from to grow new from old.

What do you do when you would like to utilize the excuse that you’re in way over your head but God has taken down a road specifically so that you cannot use that excuse at this time? Look I know fully well my inadequacies of talent, form, style and looks, but if those were what He needed for me to bring glory to His name in this platform then I assure you that is what I would have received. I know I am not the worst of sinners but I am up there and look upon Grace each day in amazement. There is no story like that of God’s Love through Christ. I don’t know your talents as writer, scientist or theologian, but having travelled all three circles extensively I will tell you no one in any discipline claims to have a greater tale.

I have no excuse for my own misgivings, for my misuse of God’s Gifts or authority and I certainly cannot attempt to use the “I didn’t know clause” because folks I did. My issue is this that I am not where He wants me and certainly no where near my own expectation of my growth, maturity and indwelt usage of the Holy Spirit. I am a source of constant dissatisfaction when I allow myself to review this show as it reflects upon my inadequacy or performance. The unique thing about serving the Kingdom is you may no longer judge yourself. Certainly each of us may reflect upon our shortcomings and go before God in contrition acknowledging the need for forgiveness, cleansing and reform, but we have forgone the position of judge even of our selves. There is only one worthy to open the scroll and to disburse judgment.

Yes, I could have done better. Yes, You may have done a much better job of sharing the word, sharing the song, writing that work or counseling someone through their troubles and perhaps you still may in your own ministry. This is the one I have been given as my field of work, to plant, tend, cultivate and prayerfully wait upon a harvest that I hope is pleasing to the King. I look for Unity in Grace where He has shared His Glory in this Body and I pray for ready Christians who will not shirk the responsibility or opportunity to welcome the master even if He returns at night. I love with all the love that God continues to give me and have seen so many people grow in leaps and bounds as God’s urgency compels us to be ready. What a joy to serve in whatever capacity, even you as self assigned critic believe perhaps that you could have done a much better job. But again this is my cross, my pack to carry up the Hill that I must climb and though I must give some attention to your commentary, it really does not matter all that much. Not to dismiss you but please go do what He told you to do and I am 100 percent willing to bet it wasn’t to fuss with me about my performance.

Harmonious help in sanctity. Set free from prison refashioned in the model of masters. Wanton, wishes, waiting imprecision. Standing upon feet reserved for hallowed entry reduced in stature dream and equity. A force precisely designed for reckoning. Noncommittal to honest regard, rewarding the ravishing brutality of wondering thuggery. Discernment spent on prideful pursuit all beans and treasures sought or gained are now gone to homage.

What have you there Son? Come forward and ask the questions that offer resolution and a quiet heart. Sit and peace find you among the measured gifts of perspective and perceptive. Live for the life is full. Plead for the Judge holds open counsel and this is time for rulings free from anger or retribution. Wrath must come upon indecision and disobedience for rules must make sense and lay hold of response proper. Time right now costs nothing but the price of action untaken. Sing to me your heart and the dreams of a tomorrow you’ve yet to gather round you.

My tolerance is that of heavy machinery. Focus bearded with the caution of the fearful. Boarding vessels meant for humble escape not adventurous undertaking. How found you the jungles everlasting with the birds of spectrum’s pleasure and the wood of houses waiting? Slave to nothing left drifting the vacuumed solar spaces tumbling yawless in swirled abandon to universes entry. Lay too, bind us to moorings middle that our fall may find its ending. OH, to investigate the intentions beyond my calculation, colorful designs wrought by talent I may only ponder. Bullets point fully captured entrance evades and destination unreachable for those roads only exist in the bright ardent pages of God’s willful pleasure.

Grasped tightly to handful of nothing. Reluctance keeps my eye averted not wanting to see the fist of blackness turned to emptiness in light. I am the master of a radical universe with no planets, power, authority or future only a past that haunts. Paying meticulous attention to details that spin stories of braggadocio and valor hoping that someone will see them not in truth but with character absent a man upon a mission of his own binding. I have fooled he greatest of the fools, selling him quiet talks of validation as he pours his treasures into the depths of depravity. What folly may a man own only borrow to fill the sorrows of a heart that would have done something worthy of his oxygen. Spent, dangling between what was meant and that which was adolescently chosen. The mercy of childhood spent painfully as a man never meant to remain in perpetual immaturity. The shame is forever, the guilt clear as gold upon the pages of life spent in pleasure and disregard to the everlasting things of God.

Please pray for me and I for you as often as it comes to heart. For God does not make things without purpose or intention. Any of us that climb the mountain and find nothing spent or gained at journey’s passing took to foot without inquiry as to the planning for each in God. You were meant for glorious undertaking, not of thine own imagination yet encoded upon your heart nonetheless. God made each of us for His Good Purpose and if we fail to ask we will forever have left our value upon the table of a life spent in the limitations of a temporary woman or man. In Jesus Name Find His Voice and Listen that you might find abundant life and pleasure in your passing purpose before God’s Creative making.