In an effort to be candid in clarion forthcoming, I will not make it through the incarceration of the American Spirit. A thing having lived freely on the plains running, fighting, hunting with its brethren is not designed for circus or zoo. Are we reduced to viewing in captivity the last of our species that we may have experienced the Mighty Lion, Gorilla or whale taking alms and performing tricks so we too may say that we remember the days when? An America without inalienable rights and the guts to lay down whatever must be given to defend them is a toothless wolverine. I am a man of God’s peace but do not mistake that meekness for the weakness that modern men display as they stand bye when their families are plundered.

The Wild calls and Grace answers from the depth of my heart that a man may not mistake or escape the truth of his nature. As God transforms me, making me more as Himself I realize the warrior within, as God too is a man of war, protecting those whom He loves and enforcing the declaration of His Commandments. We do not serve a meager representation of Sovereignty but the Everlasting God who knows the price and the value of the live that He once breathed into each of us. Why would we believe even momentarily that He would simply stand by and watch infants dispatched before birth for the price of self concern when He has thoroughly enforced that love of the unborn and the hate for the Sin of wickedness that would sacrifice them. How may we even briefly consider ourselves absent those reflections or free from God’s wrath against it?

I do not wish this time in man’s maturation to be about me, but in contemplation isn’t about each of us and how we may find our way through the path of God’s Intention? I am not of this world yet the passionate cry of its passing and the deep love for mankind calls the raging fury of my Spirit outward in defense of the innocent. This is how man was meant to end, with much of us determining it is time to reach beyond the base lusts and quests of man stuck within the rut of carnality to something beyond, something pure, unwanton craving fairness and a tenderness toward those who will never be the “fittest”. IN Man’s graduation of humanity he removes himself from center, determining that the survival of all or most is more important that than the dominance of supreme man. We have come to the crossroad’s where Love is greater guidance than the pang in my stomach.

As I am tempered, measured, tested perpetually and found inadequate, the reconstruction effort continues. It is time for man to evolve but not as some prompting from the primordial ooze, but as a call to finally become as our maker that we may for once everlasting, walk with Him in the cool of the afternoon. Thank you for loving me enough to allow me to defend the weak and find peace in the sacrifices of a man who has grown to know the Love of God for man.