There are few words armed with that pregnant and peculiar innate capacity for interpretation. This fine word is one of those distinct vehicles of speech that may regard a broad spectrum for power of modification yet is defined by a simple word, “enough”. Using that one word to define this word immediately acknowledges and alerts each user that this word may in deed have a different meaning to each human being. For who is it that established what enough is but each person confronted with the idea of adequacy? Additionally, sufficiency may be referring to supply, demand, current, currency or pressure rendering definition or interpretation infinite to scope.

Is it perhaps God’s intention to provide a description of relationship with Him in eternal perspective? This becomes entirely complicated when we begin to review the trials in each of our lives as Sufficient. What pressure is necessary to transform coal to diamond? What heat is required to remove dross from precious metal? What amount of supply with ever be enough to provide for someone without faith or hope? How can sufficient be defined enough when the mouth that is seeking its usage has insatiable appetite or no belief in the provision or Promises of God? How does each of us bridge the gap that may never be crossed? This word forces us to accept that there are things beyond our definition and scope, things for which the sufficiency of completion is beyond our imagination or control.

I don’t know how much sin Christ consumed upon the Cross to defeat both it and death forever? The short of it is simply all of it. How can we know how much that was? We cannot for He consumed not only the passed sin but each future iteration before they have occurred, describable only as sufficient. I don’t know the value of the Sovereign Lord’s only Son, so I don’t know the value of the price that was paid to demonstrate God’s Love for mankind. All I know is that it was beyond Sufficient. How can something be sufficient and beyond sufficient at the same time? There in lay the struggle of man’s description or definition of God. We are using the limited understanding of worldly interpretation, imagination and vocabulary to describe something for which our talents and words are inadequate. So at heart I must take caution when using words like Sufficient for in their infinite capacity of definition I am a finite user, never fully adequate to its definition or usage. Therefore I am insufficient in its mastery.

Perhaps that is why this life is insufficient to gaining entry to the Pearly Gates? By its nature it is finite where the word sufficient automatically launches the parameters of speech into the realm of infinite possibility. That is why our own works are insufficient and only through Christ may we find path to the Father and eternal life as He alone is sufficient in all things.

You demand I trust yet give me facts, behavior and indications that I should be extremely suspicious of your intentions. Repeatedly, you ignore go around or continue to encroach upon the healthy boundaries in my life and balk when reminded of the ignored social signals you were sent along the path. As if practicing beginner’s hypnosis you rebuke me for being self-protective even though everything inside me tells me to walk cautious. Yet, after all of this when I have never failed to express clearly these apprehensions you continue to want from me complete access, unconditional care and love and claim I am somehow less than friendly in dodging our conversations. What may be said to someone with this track record except, “You refuse to listen and until you do nothing on my part will change except the distance between us”.

The newest tactic is the emergency appeal. Everything has suddenly become an emergency. I must ignore the previous position I have taken and suddenly devote all my time, love, care and attention to resolving your most pressing emotional crisis or disaster. The uncanny thing is all of your issues are identical. You taking a position you viewed as 100% correct because it was your thinking have violated someone else’s rules or social norms and suddenly are confronted with the fact that another person has determined they wish to limit interaction. You continue to expect some apology from this new person and never once see the repetitive nature of your conundrum. In fact with myself it is always me who must apologize in order to continue a relationship, but I must admit this is at best tiresome.

The largest part of the dilemma is that if you would let go of expectation of things progressing, YOUR WAY providing results that allow you the position of control in every relationship you actually would have some pretty good friendships. Here’s the rub, I love you, appreciate you, but cannot allow our relationship to follow your rules of engagement and will even step out of contact to make that clearly understood. So you have some choices to make. Either have it your way and lose a friend you obviously want and I lose the benefit of someone with a good heart or give up your standard operating procedure and let things progress naturally and see what happens. I may be something that turns out to be the best friendship in your life. Would you rather strangle it right now and be assured of ending it or give way to natural progression and prayer and see what occurs.

I pray that you give your fear of it turning against you over to God. The tighter controls you employ to have it go your way the more quickly things dissolve into a battle of wills where you end up losing out. I pray that you take my advice and let people be who they are and let them know you want them in your life, giving them the power to takes things to the next level because your way ends up in identical crisis at which point your contact me with an emergency.

Which is it, Reginald? My old sob story perfected in allegory or perhaps a turgid tale of ruffian magic propped up with Bubonic rhetoric of certain damnation and an unlikely salvation? Well, it beats the sheets of my memory, Lord, Baron, but I seem to recall you’ve recording nothing at all and something is better than scant left of zero. So be a hero and pick up that quill dobbed propper and let’s see if you can remember how to spell, put sentences together and finish a project. Only then shall we venture its value.

Blighted I lowered beak, furled brow and with hawkish set to my acidic rebuke I lasered the poor chap into the afterlife with my best laid stare. “That’ll learn ya”, to quote my Kentucky faithful. The nerve of some lads who never had a raven’s idea of the power and predicate in well shaped prose of fanciful thinking. While off blinking at the sun’s brilliance they think themselves professors of light, knowing not of wave, packet or plasma. Seems more likely to venture a heliotrope’s vermillion envy then to expect revelation from ignorance.

With that the point needed addressing. What is the desired or expected outcome when some have no concept and many have reflected for days on end about nothing? What thoughts drift into this realm when no power has been engaged to thinking? Shall problems delight in their ability for self-service and wars be won simply by employing the daft wisdom of laziness and folly, having dreamt from nothing, about something without any form or fashion made of vacuum and night?

The ponder is the chase. The thinking the long slow wade into the pool of idea, as gator drops deeply into nether end finding the near slumber fancy of drifting bubbles the origin of well formed principle. What thoughts buffet me in the waves as I swish my tail to disturb mud disguising my presence from prey? I first remember the comfortable taste of butter then slowly allow vision to form the slow roaster pheasant and fresh baked bread it will be mercifully poured over. Those are the gleeful, well minded footprints of a man who knows his way to the birthplace of ideal. Savoring the gravy, well dollaped I soak my mindful biscuits marmalade and travel abroad in the ruddy nations of mental topography seeking sands, lakes and mountain born of imagination.

My aid forgotten blue skies of eagle and sparrow welcome my fresh laundered trouser of linen and shirt’s cotton. I tip the brim of my summer’s shade to welcome buzzing bee and prowling lion as the range takes shape and the heat of mid day bring perspiration tumbling its way down each temple. I rest into the carriages green leather seats minding my knickknacks there is nothing to puncture the leisure of my serene pleasure in viewing the splendiferous production of the mind’s eye. I am one with surrounding not mantra but in resemblance and practiced wizardry of Quill’s fodder. Pursuant to emancipation from the weighty organization of mental baggage my eyes seek the repository, the foundation for tales origination. What valley, what city or barrack pristine shall center focus of words meant to capture but this glorious peak in crystalline sky? Yes it shall be upon the mountain this story unfolds for in its majesty is held possibility, promise and arduous trail worthy of remembering.

Before the King nothing Hidden I release everything for inspection And forgiving Hope, Ordained By Sovereign Authority and Grace To any man willing to stand Humble in Contrition, Repentance and Faith Before the Throne of Almighty God Proclaiming Jesus Christ is Lord We Found Life

Love’s Longing For hearts not filled with sand that understand Life and its abundance is its own meaning Having Lived and Loved others to the edification of self, Together against the sands of Time with a Hope Born of Promise

What God has made let Him transform Perhaps tis nice to be so warm Prayerful nights held in his stare Him grateful still for your being there To God he looks for faith in hope Not to his wife, king or to Pope In Word he’s filled by God’s Grace Bring a thousand smiles to your face.

In Grace received relief of impenetrable fear and utter dominion to those fallen from His smiling warmth. Never having been alone the realization of acceptance turns despair to days spent in the house of benevolence and patience. Peace impermanent quenched from the sable driven, washed, forgotten by Spirit knowing the Truth in Abiding. Released to bathe among the stars and wash in the daydreams of true power in its adoration of life for the sake of reminding us its origin. Totally, unequivocally forgiven having been set apart by a blood so Strong and Pure that it removes even the memory of ill leaving us once again in innocence.

A Call, Clarion beyond the quenching noise and mumblings of a world directing men to Mouth of Chaos. For so long have you been separated that now your sour arrogance seems sweet and the voice of Elders having forgotten law and righteousness, willingly lead to Destruction’s Embrace waiting. Silence of mind and temper not known and meditation upon the brilliance of Sovereign Direction ignored we are left to our own merciless pursuit of conquest, war and forgotten peace. Tis time, no beyond moments gained to stop our eager onslaught of a world set aside and approach Grace in the only manner it may be received with humility of purpose and timely understanding of eternity.

We have promised ourselves safety, peace and a plucking from the fires to which our children are fed as kindling. Impervious to the wisdom of our ancestral folly we march with Abandon into the unprotected lands of consuming, unquenchable flame. We seek immolation found in our self loathing running petulant from the Greatest of Love’s offerings, innocence in God. Prophets holler, Pastors pretend and oracles find fancy in golden earrings lain before their opulence as pretext for filthy rubric. Delusion fashioned of immoral wanderings lay loam for the rumblings now heard distant from Heaven’s failure to contain God’s Wrath. We lay sacrifice and offering when obedience and faith alone are salve for God’s Madness caste righteously upon humanity unlistening.

Gone are the suppositions and sanctuaries pre-told by laboring mouths of morons, mockers caught in self worship and violators of God’s Holy Warning to never misuse the Call. We are bound for a hell we were never expected venture a conquered realm designed eternal penitentiary for the Fallen, now everlasting home of those who could not see salvation plainly as the rock of stumbling struck their toes repeatedly. We are left to follow madmen, honored by fools, chasing barron’s promised by deception as lemmings or pigs to the lake’s depth, plunged to darkness and eternal fire by spirit’s repeated dissemble. What promise lay beyond that which God can offer? None shall be found only heartache in a lava bath beyond the Hall’s of God’s Free offer in forgiveness and Hope. For choice we follow nightmare, for plunder we embrace the murderous whispers of the dark, for fear of shadow we turn from the healing power of light, into the void we set ourselves prisoner.

What then of men who now warn you with parched throats and bulging forearms pulling with all their might to turn the boat about? Shall their warning be humbly dismissed in Naught’s Perilous night of lustful quest to escape the Truth, replaced in Mind’s palsy and recalcitrant prayer? Shall the reprobate suddenly adhere to caution and reason’s thundering siren, pleading, pitching, clutching for hand or hair to pull you back from abysmal shame? With abandon driven by God’s Holy Love for all they throw themselves across levies path in hope that stumbling breaks leg or ankle, forcing retreat. But it is not simply the body that obeys the shadow’s call but the vacant heart filled with self defined nirvana, rainbow bridges and snuffed candles bereft of spark or fuel. Irony’s laughter shall be the last sound as darkness consumed in eternal flame welcomes them to everlasting onslaught.

Primitive republic or Diplomatic aristocracy all may say they see before them a “Democracy”. For in Democratic hands the decision making is distributed between members of the society, in some to the able bodied not facing the bonds of slavery in others the oligarchs making rules, pulling the reigns of wealth to make choices for all as pawns of their power. Tis rare this things we hover bout. This Constitutional Prize taking wholly into account the detriment of the minority as a more heavily weighted measure in voting. For if tyrants make decisions within a Democracy it still remains true to name yet not all fair to the same delight and blessing. This is why we rejoice today for this is not a simple Democracy that we behold before King and President buy into the complex thinking of those who would never governed by Kings, Tyrants and Oligarchs but by God Himself. This is a Constitutional Republic where power resides in the people not the wealthy officer or king. This is America.

Yes we have forgotten the arduous requirement of maintenance bestowed upon each generation. For as the roof begins to leak over useful years, walls rot and foundations crumble so are the effects of time and withering. The requirement having said knowledge instructs each generation to the perpetual building of the Country that would remain Free before God and Man. Perhaps it is the deception crawl of serpent that lures to our self fed fate or maybe the requirement of Faith to please God. Whichever this incumbent responsibility ignored quickly brings down Republic to Oligarchy to Democracy in tyranny to Police State. Standing at the window this glorious view of the Purple Mountain Majesty and waving amber fields of grain we are brought the Duty of Remembrance to our King the Lord God Himself, that we shall encourage the lowest of members to understand and vote for Freedom, to tend the crop of Liberty that generation upon generation may breed in confidence and Breathe Free. Never again we say. Never again forget the blessings of God upon this nation in lazily passing the responsibility for its continued viability on to the man or woman next to me. This is my Republic, whose King is God and it is my responsibility before God to stand upon the Rock of Ages and defend our Gift of Freedom.

What then of celebration? Shall we look to mortuary and remember the fallen? Perhaps another day but not this time. This moment in time is for Abundant Joy of Life Given US by the Lord Jesus Christ as the true meaning of this lifetime. To ponder the smiles of our children, the Love of Wife or husband and the Unity that bonds each of US through God to the Free Land He Gave U.S. To look to the skies of today dreaming of tomorrow born in pursuit of happiness and liberty not at the expense of our Brother but with intent of His prosperity right next to my own. To dream of a Family born to live in Freedom or die together by God’s Will if we do not continue its defenses. This is the moment to look upon the bombs of celebration as symbol of those found in war that destroy, kill and break down. These bombs and flashes set aflame to kindle the hope, courage and joy found only in our continued national health and gratefulness to God. It is once again time to remember and dream. Remember what it takes to remain free and the blessings of our Liberty, how priceless the smile of my Children born in freedom and to dream God continued hand of Promised Blessing upon her for walking circumspect before Him following His Law and living righteous before one another beneath God’s Smiling Countenance.