In the beginning God. He didn’t need us but decided to give a thought in His mind the opportunity to join Him in existence. He knew that though created in His image creation would be messy, turning from Him in rebellious pursuit of various desire. Yet, out of love and the gift of life He would let them navigate those disobedient paths always mindful of letting them get too far from His understanding. He loved them enough to already volunteer to save them when they could not do so themselves and enter the life dimension with them to fulfill the payments, actions and loving requirements to free them from their own race to destruction. However, to achieve this salvation they must make conscious choice of His road going forward being transformed from the original creation into a spiritual evolution to something in much closer resemblance to His nature. This choice would mean their inclusion in the next world to live eternally or exclusion to spend eternity in the punishment with all other rebellious and disobedient creation as just desert for not accepting the free will offer to live forever with God.

We have played out the script for mankind. We being chosen to be alive at the time when the changeover comes have specific understanding and therefore responsibility for man’s transition to eternity whether welcomed into the Family of God or excluded to the lake of Gehanna following a millennia of peace. Each has made a choice or sat upon an imagined fence determined to defy God’s offer to and past the end. We have exercised rebellion’s influence to the nth degree and lacking the capacity to mature have arrogantly turned our faces from the God who made us to pursue the gods of our own manufacture. Whether falln angel or rock imbued with godly imagination we have disrespected the glory in our making and determined that we will somehow escape the judgment of God. Even now men seek to deceive the lot of mankind into believing some transhumanist out exists for mankind, to escape the inevitable and live as a series of cyborg and gene manipulations turn us from man into some science experiment falling outside His prophetic Word. Foolishness is everlasting it appears for some. To others the rest in God is near, may His peace find you ready and having made the choice He requires of all men.

In the Nation made free by the blessings of the Sovereign God we have taken for granted the covering of God’s Grace and chased the limits of our sin. To that end the Lord, being a great Father has allowed His Children to wander into the trouble and ramifications of their disobedience. We as a nation are suffering the direct impact of our disrespect for God’s Blessings and the Warnings that each have heard throughout life. We have sluffed our Steward’s Warrant off onto the few good men who will stand in the gap defending freedom, believing ourselves beyond such duty to defend the liberty’s given to all men. We scoff at God’s offer of Grace and have backslidden, serving the gods of metal, iron and wood thinking ourselves special candidate who may straddle the gap between Earth and Eternity keeping our Grace and living our our worldly desires. The height of all arrogance, believing our wickedness will somehow be overlooked in God’s judgment and those who are Truly wicked will achieve the judgment that we escaped.

We have stood bye as babies have been stolen and their body parts sold as they are yanked from the safety of the womb that bore them to feed the lust of the transhumanists objective. Yes, we have allowed the Scientists in the name of atheism to avoid the truth they all know that it is appointed unto all men once to die and then face God’s Judgment and think themselves ready to provide a fiction found in a cyborg continuance of man’s temporary existence fed by the knowledge in AI gods. The travesty elucidates the magnitude of our abomination, thinking ourselves capable of defying God’s Sovereign outcomes to stand in our own version of His Creation. We have allowed starving children, married children, violated innocent children and children begot to violence to become the norm on our streets ignoring the plight of the few to reward the lusts of the many. We forgot who created us and from whom our blessings have come and now only now are we seeing the pain that unravels in the cloak of our disobedience to the benevolent God who graced us.

The account is coming due and God only God has the sole vote on who shall pay the bills of mankind’s continued rebellion. The original offer remains but with each passing day, each grand step away from the majesty of God we become further deceived by belief in our own sufficiency, when we were never made to stand alone, but to follow God into eternity. God’s Plan is clear that this is the training deciding ground for the real life of everlasting. He knew before creating us what we would do and therefore His brilliance was setting those apart in this life who are obedient to venture with Him in to eternity thereafter. It actually sounds fare and rational when considering that ideal. Why take those born of rebellion with us into the next world when they are always going to spoil the soup. But you see the nature of my arrogance being a man, I always look to someone else as those who deserve His Judgment immediately overlooking my own propensity to rebellion. I am no better than any and the Lord is the sole decision on inclusion in everlasting. I will leave behind my arrogance and pray that God does include me based on the Promise of His Devotion not my own worth or works. It is a gift of God this everlasting Life. I accept that Gift and pray to walk in a manner indicative of a man whose faith shows that he truly believed God. In His Good Name I pray, Jesus Christ the Coming King of All.

Within the day of dreamers, the nightmare seldom ends, for scammers and the schemers and the plot that each defends. They mask themselves in goodness and hide the seldom seen, by telling blatant falsehood about what they’ve done and where they’ve been. In delight a man looks skyward looking for return, he picks up his cross each morning setting out to learn. But in our passing madness we find that we are wrought, desperation and such sadness is all that we have brought. Released from inhibition despair becomes our friend and nightly we find justification for the golems we befriend.

As we near the Ending of what man’s Folly built, we are mired in the quagmire surviving on the silt. We strained the camel nicely and found our place within this world, dancing on the parade deck to see the flag unfurled. But have sworn to falsehood and the crimes that man commits, we wept in our imagination as we’ve worn the shoe that fits. No nuptial’s of celebration no knights so proudly hailed, the sin we’ve lusted after made certain that we failed. To the grave we’ve once been given to rise upon that day At the White Throne find condemnation hoping for the black or gray.

So charming and so damning we promise to do no harm but to those with understanding our words just raise alarm. We care for naught but treasure and the pleasure that our hearts need, to death we bid impoverished to slumber from our greed. Each hope is unfamiliar each passion so quickly known we will reap the right of fashion and the doom from seed we’ve sown. To Lord of liquid pleasure and a measure of bright salt, I’ll tell my tale of glory and how none of this is my fault.

But to God I will be kneeling confessing with my tongue, of the Christ who deserves all glory, I heard about Him when I was young. But in the spirit of confession as the curtain draws a nigh, my very first impression was that all Christian’s Lie. So I am set for home Gehanna and in that fiery lake I will rage on for eternity in the flames of my life’s wake. I wished I listened sooner to the love my Brother’s bid, but had I thought my life was done before they closed the lid. I thought I’d live forever and now I see I will, in agony and weeping I must pay the bill. Though Christ offered me freedom I spit upon the Cross now I will dream of that gift forever counting it all as loss.

What is this heart, that is could withstand such pain? What has God given me that I become able to stand each time again? Can we find a life of mercy, when all we know has been despair? Are their words that speak salvation when I’ve lost the will to care? Is there a way to make things right when all I can remember is the will to hide? Not in me, but because He loved me, I confide.

I confide in the Promised one who knew me in the womb, doing things through the grace of God with each breath that I consume, reaching out to face the perfect dream one they told me would never show. In the midst of wounded memory as a young man running for his life, I found him in the dog house hiding with my life long friend. A hand held out in comfort making it so I could breathe again.

In my pride I ran from Jesus in my humility I fell, you see all the time I thought I understood He knew me much too well. Raging at the nightmare and throwing up my hands in my tears He just smiled as if everything I felt as it had all been planned. In my fury I took hostages and even those I love, Then He touched my shoulder briefly and it my life split open wide. All the pain and the punishment were all I’d ever known, but He showed the scars he took for me I knew then I’d never been alone

I confide in Jesus because He has promised me, to be devoted each and every moment and He’d certainly set me free. He stands upon His promises even when I’ve lost my way, He is the same now and forever and that’s what gets me through each day.

Love’s soft hand upon your heart did not fail in touching the light and kindling the memories that shall sponsor the passage to dream. She is forgone, not as conclusion or taken for granted but in surety of Eternity’s light caress on the mind of those caught in frailty of time’s counting. Where is the amber rose in Winter but in the heart of men who cannot wait to smell the gift of Spring’s launching breeze, content in the knowledge that its petal shall fall freely adored by all.

When not if time wanders off having lost its powerful grip upon life, we will sit quietly in the early light of new day. Dreaming of the unlimited, the undaunted the majesty of God’s Imagination. The soft, rhythmic heartbeat of God’s Call upon your Spirit marks time gently with the turning of the Earth and Stars. Counting sideways on timeline that which is better expressed on the back side of Z Plane upside down propelled immemorial. What graphic or word may express that which is yet comprehended, those things existing without knowledge, defining my universe that I have yet to make familiar.

To Pine for God is time’s precious gift reminding US with tired bones, gray hair and shuffled walk that we are not permanent in this place but only in His presence. This day is not the fulfillment of my purpose for I go on and on walking with Alpha and Omega, learning that which I have yet to behold. Love is my freedom not failing in the simplified wondering that I should be set free here when here we may never be set free but for eternal life’s review. The surrendered are free, the rebellious captive and the irony calls upon each to reconcile. I shall not know my greatest now for I have never met my maker and seen fully His Loving Grace face to face as His Promised Hope is fulfilled in my seeing.

This place is quite pleasant and altogether frustrating as it vacillates from good to worse, joy to dark and weak to seemingly rigid. I suffer the impermanence as my mind seeks flight beyond the comport and controls of gravity, time, sound, space and memory. Written on the tablet of the stars having become part of God’s story of for this and every universe, my name will appear as a small set of chicken scratches on the grant tapestry He weaves. That string, made faithful by the trials and the loving direction and counsel of God, eternity will acknowledge me as one who made the Book. He wrote me in the Book.

From catastrophe to peace, whine to weary, whimsical to hardy, the environ most often makes the man. We plan as we hope to make the most of each opportunity but most clarity comes in realization that what we thought we could produce was way less than was adequate to fill most wish lists. At time of execution the unexpected hurry or collateral influences traditionally make short work of folly filled expectation’s. Just once would be sufficient to see something happen according to plan just to say that the possibility does in deed exist.

Bred for cannon, made for mystery and headed into the mouth of oblivion, my pride becomes torch and my regret forgotten as unimportant to the task at hand. Inclined to bravery on paper and comedy in repose I witness the cross between organic ministry and a ill choreographed dance video with people a bit too large to sell copies. Where is the fan fare? Who’s brought the diamond ascots and Italian leather shoes when it comes to intel and reason? Skirting the critics I bid them quickly rush out platters of olive drenched hors d’oeurves and begin filling drinks til they wave off the servers. What makes a party but over indulgence and soon the bleary eyed addicts are apparent heir to the cloister that was once intended as academic.

Tomorrow, the discussions brief as the sun and dry heat remind all how many years have passed since they pulled all nighters. A stroke of wisdom and none share your own regret but rather are catapulted in personal nightmare at work, play or castle. We all must refrain from willful resumption of the self servant business of social importance, but many will wait until Dracula beats them to bed before learning the lessons of mid life. What hopes have those who look to the weekend for reaffirming life’s misery only to find that its promised release only means greater captivity come Monday morn? Gone the immortal belief system of youth replaced with the I will get a few and be gone by 9:15 safely home by ten, gone to the pleasures of snoring dreams and a morning where I still have some function.

What damsels defended what pride burst what wagons unrutted or grand fish to be caught bought of the robust tales of would be acolytes? Meaning in mourning yawning in warning they parade round the room in search of slayable dragons or easily plied women born of a silly romanced imagination as passage to paradise. Bad boys gone and the fawn to frail for the dance we collapse into the hopeful hands and demands of someone who couldn’t pronounce my name half sober and definitely could write or type with either twisted set of fingers. These are the days of marvelous words spoken in self interest for the sole purpose of winning from the ground the cupie doll or fealty or adoration. This is not young desire to find oneself validated by those grateful onlookers but the sad, dismal attempt of the unwanted to justify themselves among the list of has-beens’ and morons left wanting. No escape no remorse no recourse but another bold attempt at conquering the world in the daylight.

What was served, what grand intention displayed, what philanthropic mission written successfully into the annals of the wealthy? Who bought what with borrowed time, money or intellect only to find they traded up with intention of selling all they had and moving to Belize. Now finding a life of fealty and praise a new Queen or tyrant served for the cause of believing that Nirvana simply resides beyond the curvature of the globe and someday soon will see that our folly was best. It didn’t please me not because there were no prize in my category or that the acting gig displeased me but to the word waste I must assign option. Time my only asset and it in scarce season what then would I such one extra breath while it counted me foolish for missing the pearl’s great wisdom. What is buried for keeping must not have been lost for the cause of decay or renewal but for the enunciation of life’s breadth, depth, length, width and longevity across the tapestry of linear, illogical space.