Salt or calculus and revelry of self-importance. I was never that clever, which in latter years has been tremendous blessing. For there is no honor is deception though most will counsel the ends are means justification. Especially when deceiving oneself to believe that conquest or charisma outweigh character. These are not the unintelligible ramblings of a man who thinks he could ever be king, rather the modest understanding of my place in this universal pecking order. I may not be at the bottom, but I am much farther the top than the other.

Seeking to impress when cowardice and avarice are viewed as asset is testimony to weakness. These outcomes are not my pleasure nor our destiny they are the makeshift tactics of men who have already lost and yet realized their plunder or despair. We were sent to make it sting or make them sing, preferably both in the same sitting. Our predicament or opportunity dependent upon perspective demands the inevitable and obvious choices that will evoke God’s tomorrow. For the heavens align to His design and were never meant to resemble mine.

Children of a good Father never confide with anxiety but in confidence and determined action. They do not lend ear to vacillation or wavering doctrine but rapidly expel those who speak in diatribe and false meter. Words of power are never blurted but offered with precision, timing and impact. For finesse is the mastery of grace not the bludgeon or brute force of offhand or deliberate strife. Few find peace in early years as is the price of pregnant moment. Most struggle or develop alternate planning and personality to navigate intemperate waters until storms subside or chaos reigns.

What then of the brash and willful men who have never met a master nor trusted demon? How faithful those who trust bravado and calamity? Will they find anarchy preferable to peace? I do not seek argument, though I find the content of your desire insufferable and will do all to dislocate you from its achievement. For something must stand or all falls. This is our time to show you the deep dug footing upon the Rock of Ages as the seas rage and the mountains are beckoned to deep. Am I one who believes beyond the fearful or the worried?

There must be a place upon the dais to receive reward or the fight was all for nothing. Are we to humbly give it all in expectation of an end unremembered? No the painting of mural and mosaic is never to simply annotate discussion, but to mark the moments where Love, Honor, Courage and Duty propelled men to action in defense of all that matters. Life not yet worth living until there is something worth its potential loss in defense thereof. Do we stand for and upon concept? Do we fight for words? Or is it the ground or the blood that must live or be spilled upon it that calls to heart our courage? What is worthy of my all in defense? This is the question each must answer. Is Christ and what He has done worthy of such venture? Is what He has done for me sufficient catalyst?