Jesus wept. Not to damn the wicked, nor to ridicule pride and power, but because those He loved most would not listen, coming to Him for salvation. He created all and having none of that power or participation in God’s work I too am overwhelmed with the tears of His mourning. For to lose one to salvation is to release them through by choice to damnation in hell and death, forever. There is no joy in seeing even one go to the lake of fire.

It is entirely understandable that those on the side of the fallen will choose to be separated from God, but in so doing their desire to take with them those deceived, innocent or undetermined only makes sense to the dark. Their desire to consume all innocence or prostitute that which is pure is something so evil it takes growth to comprehend it. Even angels fell to this powerful deception, yet humans pay it no regard walking dangerously into oblivion. All while offered safety, power and love in the gifted Grace of God.

What then promulgates or invites the open ears and hearts to the salvation God has offered? What inclination of ear, mind and person makes a man or woman choose life eschewing Satan’s end? What call to purity makes a woman faithful, refusing to give that part of herself that will forever relieve her of the innocence, righteousness and purity that naturally associates us with Him? Some will give it freely, but most have it stolen in search of false love or ambition. Deceived to offer for inadequate payment the one thing that changes each of us forever, the loss of cleanliness before God.

Yes, to be born again is a marvelous thing. For in that instant all the rubric, fancy and fellowship with darkness is taken from us, leaving each clean, new and ready for transformation as heavenly life begins. Why then would those having twice received this freshness offer it once again to the blackness and evil of the wicked? There is no other answer than the greater love of sin. For a Christian to walk away from God’s forgiveness and cleansing is not simply foolish or stupid but a kinship with the night. Claiming salvation that couples one with the wicked is an abrogation of all truth, reason or clarity.

Thus, it is absolute ignorance to imagine those set apart for God, establishing for themselves permission to put Him once again upon the Cross to free themselves of further poisoning by this world or worse. Things make sense or they defy reason and honest understanding. The Church set apart to be holy, righteous, pure and true awaiting their groom dabbling in the dark is apparent lie. No truth may be found in those filled and sealed by Spirit walking away from that cleansing to return to a bowlful of their own vomit, repugnance and damnation.

Back in the biggest pile of straw, whistling and batting back flies as the summer seeks to steal 2nd from Spring. In champion flavor the boss writes a check with big numbers. And all who could not find reason showed for the gala, unwanted. Piercing highs and merciless drops in the charting the wind wrestled for supremacy with water. Snapping and diving the birds sought to chase freedom from pleasure. As passer’s bye watched the humpbacks and herons riding the waves of wind and sea.

Well thought and showered quickly raising to make it first to the dance. My footing a bit chancy, soft soled shoes singing the blues were just not sufficient this evening. In mercy and hope patience found the keys to the Buick. My two step haphazard I rendered decision to ballet the nonsense and measure. In rhythm and time adding years to the crime the bats were set free from their prison. In daylight, world’s run the risk of truth being shown to all who thought themselves prepared for the folly.

We pondered and longed for the things we never could have overlooking the blessing before us. Extremism. The twain of sanity called me back to the first footsteps, silence and willingness to surrender. Nothing is lost until something is gained. A man who thinks that he owns the world yet cannot define its circumference is 4/3 short of pi. Wondering alone down near the frozen river trying to dig up the coins buried an inch below ice. Scraping at memories that are best forgotten, the room somehow got a little smaller with each retelling.

Cannot find the reasons I had silenced your argument. Perhaps the will to listen had never been my mastery? For in the understanding, we are impressed to change, act and rectify our shortcomings in relationship. Days upon weeks turning to years I simply found no delight investigating the pain of each passing. Forgiveness is not simply for the things done in ill favor but for the things left unfinished or abandoned for reasons unwanted. There is no victory in fulfilling somebody’s wishes inconsistent with the expectations of purpose or those authorities residing outside the job description of the simple.

In the field of promontory, waiting. Far below the elephants and rhinos challenged all who would interrupt their pious slumber. All at once the crackle of bolt and sky promised relief from the ardent summer. Rock, beneath my outstretched leg reminded me of each nerve and bug’s encroaching hunger. In sleepy daze, my gaze saw cloud cover sun and breeze kindled with something a broad bit cooler.

Felt, the hope of an imaginary day. Pockets untorn, half filled by blessings of God’s intervention. In mercy I wept, not out of fear, pain but joy at the approaching night where all things are tested. Modification and preparation made I fell to expectation of dawn’s grand entrance. What faith instilled by the word of Promise upon my beset mind in worry and egregious dreams of upset, hunger and unrefined passion.

What language tells of peace beyond the bullets flying? Where men have never found contentment but pleasure in the disturbance of faith, fealty and charm. Unleashed to follow the urges of wanton wisdom devoid of concern for health and harm. How are things of beauty kept the same when the sanity of those who would own their innocence indicts their lack of reason or shame? How is shattered rose deemed blessing?

What promise of men whose belly hungers? Offer them the sky when lint of mind and heart is all that we possess. What frightened daydream endorses the taking of that which is pure to satiate our quest for poison or contempt for all thing lovely that they are reduced to average? Viewed below the crisis of intemperance challenges all who would stand against it. Only the bold and fearful under the need for worlds’ innocence.

What value in virginity when old men cannot demonstrate character to preserve it precious? Why whisper still proud deception to lure the lame to capture? What does infinity think and offer as testimony to those things which were held sacrosanct? Are we absent anything that is worthy of maintenance? How may I gaze on the field below seeking to keep my eye filled with that which is worthy when found it is gobbled to gullet for the sake of something sweet?

In the vast recesses of my mind and memory I never met a rose I didn’t adore, a child I didn’t find amazing and a man unworthy of the Love God first gave me. Dogs are always giving me what I give them, which is mostly love, attention and someone to listen when the people or other species won’t. We are in the perfect times for matching with works the words we have so often flippantly delivered. The chips are down, are we down too?

Pizza, passion and pontification are splendid but nothing beats a home with truth, dependence and guaranteed safety with love. Wrapped in the arms, fealty and cocoon of mirth/compassion we find the process by which confidence, goodness and health are formed. Why then do we require no understanding of family building, planning or education built into our education peer model? Why are personal finances, relationship skills and conflict resolution, essential tools for maturity not part of all curriculums developed with the intent of creating solid families that become and solidify the foundation of America?

We are suffering the loss of logic and the pivotal mastery of goodness which leads to greatness when ripened on the vines of social education. We have forgotten or departed from the sound science of faithful adherence to those things that make the home functional, fastidious and resilient in the winds of any anticipated storm. Having left the cradle of common sense we seek to jump from heights much beyond the expectation of survival, healing and temperance. When will Mothers return to prudent measures of solemn demand that match the evidence provided by societal history? When will truth and the grand truth that Jesus Christ is Lord alleviate our corporate dementia? Awakening first requires recognition of slumber or lethargy.

To wall Soldiers, not simply to fight or prepare but provide the eyes and sound the alarms of danger. We will never prevail over the coming chaos without fair warning which we have duly been given responsibility in provision. When will we step up to the plate for a large helping of accountability from which we have run nationally, eschewing our making, blessing and direction? To what future do we expect acquaintance if we are unwilling to meet the present and prepare from what comes following that expectation of present’s mastery? Do we have contempt for knowledge or just the part where it becomes sound wisdom and learned maturity?