Great blessings to which I aspire may not be forced but offered and accepted or denied. Love is never a thing of force, demand or requirement but is always extended as the priceless gift that reaches beyond individual wants and desires to look for the best even in sacrifice. They do not wish continue then retreat is demanded.

Having clearly stated my unwillingness to push that which must be determined by the individual, I am not God. The Lord does not conform to a personal expectation or vain imagination of who He is or How He behaves. He is God and I am not. As a created being the hands that shaped me have always had the absolute right to determine that which I was capable of becoming, I did not make me.

God is doing an incredible thing that astounds the angels in curiosity and amazement. He gives to us an offering of adoption, forgiveness, love and power with the express expectation that we will choose whatever we choose. That is love. In that same vein and resolve, I see the predicaments and purpose not only in my life but in those around me. I am neither responsible for your choices nor am I capable as are the Hands of God of offering you salvation and ever lasting life. I am a messenger, a powerful one, but only a herald of God’s Love offering to each of you. I cannot enforce love for that is contrary to its nature, nor may I effectively deliver the truth by enabling your vain imagination or a lie.

You will hear from me the wonderful story of God’s Love for Creation, His adoration of you as a person, a purpose and a joint heir to be in Christ Jesus. In my immaturity I thought the outcomes were my responsibility but that was my own worldliness. You alone may make your choices and build or deny a relationship with God Most High. Although I weep when I see as Jesus did that the sheep do not wish to be counted among the gathered, your choice is the priceless gift you have been given. I will not diminish what He has done by worrying about your indecision, resistance or dawdling. Time is finite, the offer is time sensitive, that is truth.

What you accomplish through Holy Spirit again is not within my power to limit or increase, that is a thing entirely between you and God. Perhaps you will be as potent a character as David or Moses, I pray it is so, but that is between you and God alone. I am not Him. I am not sent to coddle, enable or condone your sin, even if that sin is as evasive as sloth or despair. You will do and be whatever you choose to be until you surrender to His mighty purpose and direction for your life, after that He will direct you to exactly what He has planned for your life before the beginning of time. That is AFTER you have made the choice to accept His loving offer of Grace. Before that you served the enemy or self.

Are you a Friend or Foe of God? I honesty do care which you choose but I have no desire to control or persuade you to that outcome. God’s Holy Spirit is the only Person that may call you to Grace. I do not know what He is saying to you right now, as He knows you in a way that I never will. However, I do know through His scripture and experience in this service that He is placing conviction, demands and offering you loving care that I can never fulfill. I must juggle my desire to see you get to a place with the fact that you must decide first to where you will go. If it is to the Cross to meet Jesus and end the war with God forever, well Amen and Amen.

Non linear, tangential roads leading to dead ends or calamitous outcome and a steady dose of fear prompting us choose them. The World is in trouble. Men have lost their love and patience for one another and the blood raises in their eyes as they seek viable option. From nowhere arise preposterous advisors counseling no forgiveness and throwing all in disagreement to the furnace fire. Small voices drifting into slumber or lost against the gunwales counsel reason, abstinence and understanding, but few listen and less have the patience to ponder meaning.

Unequivocal positions taken against even those in the squad interior. No one is safe from the flaying tongues of dissatisfaction. All feel the wrath of those wanton. New fires kindle by short fuses leaning to close to eternal flame seek conflagration. All want war yet yearn for peace and find themselves lain to the bone in the irony. Dancing on hand grenades and short tempers the ballerinas who once were the darlings of public perception now are the raw meat to some who would consume them. No pledges, no new fledgling soul mates seeking passionate expression and dynamism of youthful experience. Now the cold, hardened stare of carnivores chase down hapless youth too afraid to fight for deliverance.

Man has lost his mind in the hysteria preceding Empire. Those who would restrain this oddity are caught in their own struggle misperceiving the meaning of it is finished. Evolution disproven all should find the folly in their raising. Cells are held together by the space between atoms. When force fleets the eggs that were once beaten hatch hazard and reckless abandon. Where are the men who once chased wisdom, begging God in discernment’s grip to deliver them from the harlot or hangman’s noose? Where have the bright imaginative minds of children found their quarry?

We have locked ourselves into the double sides of midnight, longing for morning but lusting for the moon. Saints serving themselves another helping of retirement, someone deep within knowing they will never reach the season. For this is the shattering of the hopeful or the delight of those with readied fuel. Some fashion any new passion to take their mind from worry. Few save for days yet known, not to deploy a fashioned hope in relaxation but to prepare their hearts for harvest, that the daunting work of fulfillment be readied for the job boss. And in cold harmony they hope that zombies haven’t heard them. As doing right is not longer a right among the freed men.

Where to Kings who have no charisma, lacking the character to talk themselves round banquet dance floor. Whose passion and parlay are always seeking privy. Days without end pressuring the willing to give up their patience on summer. And in the dark, where whispers once frightened now blood thirsty shouts of those lain about to take hold of innocence. And in our dreams we see the ride spin faster, trapped in our seats by centripetal force, captured in pursuit of six pence or a headache lasting throughout long winter’s slumber. To the Spring most look longing for normalcy, for Love lone since expired. Now to the hardened hearts of those forgotten, leading into the darkness as if were home.

Beckons, calls, redeems, befriends and prepares. Refined air of certainly and similitude. No force may resist the gathering of all things pure and treasures await for all who have consciously stored. Once being poor of mind and material I longed for the end to despair, anguish and unforgiveness. Now the Hope that pilots my heart into the future I must face promises succor, comfort and provision. Wishes and dreams powered my imagination in vanity. Now the promise of something beyond creativity, beyond my design, some fertile and unchanging passed my capacity for reason and reflection. I have found the furmety.

unfashionable in public discussion, many hear and label me muse or someone absent the cursory simplicity of worldly wisdom. For the wisdom I seek is born of a passion for relationship with the maker of all things. I do not hope upon my own understanding of good and evil, the factors and Polynomials of mysticism and charm. My aspiration are the things beyond self that change my capacity for patience, goodness and keep me from the snares of youth. Why would I want to become lesser when the future before me knows no limitation? Should living in the box of my own will prevent me from becoming something of God’s imagination?

I do not fret this world as it fights itself in a clamor to become its own ruler but lacking the resume or forethought to have planned that destination. Most things though filled with calamity and chaos have begun growing dim in the harmonious hue of God’s descending Kingdom. What lay before or after time, what dimension upholds the nothing or is their a fold at the edges of God’s thinking? I do not yet know nor do I hold on to ambition to know all that God has accumulated. I wish a simply understanding of my reason and outcomes of proper service and mimicry not mockery, To become like Him is not to be Him but being with Him is the greatest achievement available in or outside time and space.

In this peace I will reason and reside. At the harbors of the universal seas into dimension yet known performing tasks for a King I have yet to know half as well as He sees me. There is no other place, no other age, no better time for my happiness or heroes but with the One Who Made me to seek Him for purpose, hope and works.