Prone. Invited, enticed, predilection, propensity, Romanticized, lured, revealed, constrained, imprisoned, captured, wanton, incognizant, damaged, seduced, deceived, barren, hopeless. The sick and the dying surround. Moans of grandeur, doom and lust for one drop, pinch, pill, puff, MORE. A dollar, now they want a twenty. Entitled. Frozen in time thinking oneself right with a handful of hair and a Satchel of theft in the left. They do not wish to hear none the less comply to some set of morals for beliefs gone bye.

Half nelson, choke-hold, smoldering eyes of cancer, remorseless, guileless, guiltless, shameless, proud to the bones and dryness, dead to the living and alive to nevermore. Well-formed sentences of hate and torture, without an ounce of love nor understanding therein. They wish us the long dark winter of pestilence and petrification. Sound sleep in the silence of no regret, freed of living the bring about more death, destruction, plunder and betrayal. Praying for sundown to dim the perception and set the stage for plunder.

Folks, love should not be signal to answer the expectations you’ve built in secret, but the answer to the question of why, where, when, who and how. I am not the promise of God’s hope and provision but the encouraging voice of reason and reply. The Word when heard calls to faith, when it is shaken, taken, inspected and absorbed through listening/memory it provides answers to all the questions that this temporary set of hungers are bereft in response. I cannot make anyone do anything even if it is the best thing for them. However, many will be called and few will be chosen or respond with intention and sufficient urgency.

Please do not follow me to tower or mountain. For that is a dungeon awaiting both of us. This is about freedom from the passions, promotions and promises offered in buttered rhetoric. Have you truly ever taken in breath that is free of expectation or burden. Pushing plow for who and how when the yoke was meant by the Prince to be light and filled in abundance. We are the roses and seeds of garden yet planted. A place of clear gold and transparent waters flowing beneath and everlasting throne of hope and peace. Now is the only time I have for this decision and the subsequent behavior or being reviewed by witch and maker. To hinder or help. Let us show him obedience and receive that wonderful protection, provision and promised purpose given only to the children of the King.

Seems to me that we are firmly entrenched or standing on open field if you prefer with clarity, purpose and expectation of seeing the Truth of ALL prophecy revealed before the collective eye of man. Preposition forgiven as most have taken a wait and see approach to God’s Wisdom and have established reserve seating in the peanut gallery to see IF anything at all occurs. This dynamic and broadly accepted stance is dangerous at best and everlastingly foolish at worst. For when these things become evident the free will option to escape the Wrath upon wickedness will have expired.

An appropriate title for this period of humanity would be, “How deep is my arrogance?” or perhaps, “How little does my mustard seed have to be?”. Considering there is no discipline in this life that requires minimum investment of talent, treasure and time in order to be successful, we are treating God in a precarious level of irreverence. Having reserved the last bit of our energy and time to the Sovereign we believe that He would never treat us in kind. Our foolishness and disrespect are only outweighed by our absolute ignorance of the Sovereign God of Creation.

There is no such thing as a get out hell free card. These myths created, sold and renewed by the Corporate Churches set people up for the greatest disappointment known to mankind, failure to enter heaven as Christ denies He ever knew us. Matthew, the first book of the New Testament in Chapter Seven dispels any false expectation of entering heaven without the seal of Spirit and the evidence of His Fruit in each believer’s life. This is the greatest tragedy known to mankind, to somehow withstand being counted with those peculiar Christians for the suffering at the hand of mammon, only to realize He never knew you because you never repented of Your Sin and were therefore never given the Gift of Grace and filling of His Holy Spirit.

There will be insufficient numbers to count the tears that will fall during tribulation at the realization of this folly. This is especially acerbic when we consider that certainty of salvation is available and equally aspired by those who first sought Christ. He corrected all Pastoral mistake in His Gospel, targeting the religious leaders of His day with direct response regarding the failures of understanding and lack of rebirth by Spirit. There is no mystery, only the deception perpetrated by religious leaders throughout the centuries in a clear/apparent effort to keep the tithe money and bodies in the provided seats in maximization of monetary monthly intake. The enemy laughs at our loose interpretation of words that were given in such clarity that interpretation requires prostitution in size, shape and candor.

All the signs have been delivered though we were told this generation would receive none but that which was revealed to Jonah. We are in the season yet continue to plant and reap of worldly means, hope and desire without concern for the coming harvest of souls. These are not the times to mince words, count time or remain parked in pea gravel. These are the days of mankind’s faithful expression of Love and respect for God through obedience in service. I pray that all are comfortable with their salvation. I hope that all are secure in the presence of the earnest of their salvation clearly hearing and abiding the direction of Spirit. God want s to lose none of you and does not delight in a single human going to Gehenna. Why then would you choose such a thing or be swindled into leaving the gift unopened?

In the clean, bright instant of rapture. Following the feet of those who’ve gone to sleep before us. We find the fleeting seconds rewarding as they are realization of rest remembered. Into the light we leave darkness as challenge to them who never knew His name.

Trials soon diminished and brought to heel with the powerful focused joy. In the patience of time remembered, we recall the painstaking pleasure taken in our lengthy perfection. Prosperity is not a moment but an enduring measure of expansion versus scarcity.

Which theory rang true without the glaring evidence of closing argument or witness? What direction is the wind supposed to travel when I don’t want it targeting my face with the icy crystals of wayward storm? How may a shield protect its bearer left by bedside or dragged around the ankles as anchor?

The mesmerizing dream captured colors I could believe while regaling me with insight I sought to resist. What fight is worth the bruises? What word speaks clearest in the painful moment of pleasures betrayal? Are we the arbiters of wrong or the purveyors of right and truth? How best to hide in the fold or concealed in the hold when intended for bold predicament?

We doubt what the end is about because we’ve seen the doubtful beginning and listened to the baying sheep in the middle of madness. What leads me to believe it will work out poorly when this joy bespeaks my journey? At daybreak I question the provisions only to find I’ve got more than I thought I’d require.

Into love we are neither injected nor bedazzled but led. Not by potions or words of poor choosing but by the promise of comfort, support and respect for what God designed and intended. What is an effective union if not adding one to one to make a greater one? Sometimes care is given because it was ordered as Californians would acknowledge, by the Universe.

Why is hope so essential and when missing, its absence sorely abused? What is reflected in composite and myriad image if not the signature of time, air and earth? When the sea backs away what is the deafening impulse to follow its retreating wake feeling its tug upon our foundation? What lured you to dream so deeply of purity and life?