I wish that I could make it alright for you with words, whispers and hugs. But your peace you alone must find as this is the blueprint inscribed upon your DNA to bring you into a decision with God. Though, a man like me may struggle, argue, teach or demand. Your Stand like your own feet are the only thing that will make you either immovable upon the Rock of Ages or swept away in the multitude of storms you must face either with Him or alone.

However, I am telling a story, giving description of God’s loving plan for each of us. Yes, you. He designed a perfect plan for you. All the trials and nastiness of the world is preparing you for one of two places that you will spend hereafter. For this story is actually about the one to follow. What you realize, practice and master now are actually the basic elements, behaviors and keys to readiness to live with God.

Though, now I have to imagine. My belief and faith now is fulfilled by my Living Eternally by His Side. If I could for a moment introduce you to Him through the pages, prayers and Spirit of His Word, perhaps you will begin to see the reason for His brief distance to establish the parameters of forever. How we interact with Him right now is the ignition to the engines of our service, interaction and Life everlasting.

I am so sorry for your pain. I watch as you struggle, fail and redouble your efforts to rise to your feet in the midst of artillery barrage and pray as I lend a hand to help you stand. For standing in the middle of great persecution, troouble or burden is key to a man or woman knowing they are not alone. For who by will of person will live a life alone, strong, unmoving and compassionate without the promise that endurance is achievement when it comes to living for the long day to come.

So, now I promise nothing but that which His Word would have you hold fast. Can I hand you keys and visions of the real before you that you may stick your fingers in His Side and hands? NO, for to believe when you have not seen is the greatest achievement in mind of man. Blessed are you who struggle through these trials and temptations in joy, even the mustard seed you’ve been given which seems barely enough.

Walk, crawl, stand against the winds and toil. For this resistance is the resilience known as Living. It is the first thing anyone will do when they have found reason and or purpose. For it is that place in your mind, that future you believe in that will make the hassles, battles and worries of today vital to reaching that dream of life with God. He awaits, he stands with you and that realization though you do not see Him will allow you to see His hand upon your life as you continue to plod along. Hope is the product of faithful hunting for the answers to the mysteries of this life and the waiting for the peace of the next.

One love. The Right Love. Not the sweet compromising love of pleasing others to obtain peace. The rugged yet gentle love of the shepherd standing in all-weather watching those who without that guard would perish or suffer the ravages of time and predator.

Yes, shepherd may Love truly, but not the honey covered, chocolate love or romantic fervor. For what relation may withstand the moment that God demands otherwise? What man may love His wife completely when God directs a path which challenges that doting?

When has a man reached that point where these choices, this life is no longer his own? Is it when wife may lay out a sequence or parameters that alleviate the direct response and immediate reaction in obedience to all that God commands?

How then does God bless this Holy Union? Does He reduce the requirement upon the shepherd who has found wife? Does He allow the disregard or change in focus upon the sheep known to wonder, ponder or flee? How does a man of God adjust or compromise in relationship with wife before God?

Can the man accustomed to prophet’s sweater find the silky comfort of marriage anything but complacency of purpose? Is there a paradigm that allows both to prosper? Is it truly two people coming together to do more than one may do alone? Is there a union before God that answers all respondents?

Paul warned against it for the man who would serve God fully. How then can anyone fool themselves beyond the words of Apostle and Spirit, believing himself beyond the effects common to such as have seen it through? What may I ask of you Lord when my joy is to give it all?

I am not declaring that God may never do the impossible, especially in men accustomed to seeing it done each day. Just questioning the faulty reasoning and hopeful thinking of any man who already knows the truth of Gospel. What compels each of us find that answer within? A reflection, perhaps it is Imago Dei?

Pride fails champions as they walk forward into knighthood. There is no hiding, retreat or recess to the locked gaze of faulty character. Within my actions imbued the charred resolve of a man who once thought himself capable of fury and everlasting flame. No salve, no repair, no refreshing term of solemnity. Only the crushing weight and depth of oceans in stellar blackness. Only there may my shame be hidden forever tainted by regret and remorse.

What then of forgiveness? Only given to them who have not failed in measure? Only offered to those claiming purity? Available the righteous on demand, thinking themselves beyond the definition of sin’s madness? Death is earned by each sin, regardless of magnitude or intent. Forgiveness is the blessing offered to the wicked and enjoyed by the pure. In it all may come to the second beginning, in which great repair is given not earned and even greater error of backslidden self-piety heaps up coals upon those who were to have chosen glory and peace.

It is easy to love you my good man or woman. Not easy to look aside of your certainty found in your own self-assumption and greatness. For in this personal viewing you are judge, jury and jailer of those who obviously live in fury, palsy or desperate clambering for survival. This is the travesty found in misunderstanding grace. Forgiveness given in repentance is heartfelt, received and treasured by the man who moments before possessed no hope. Taken for granted by those believing themselves ready at requesting.

Nothing I ever do or did will earn me entry to heaven. No piety, no behavior, no campaign of righteous works and order. Only God may gift me that which was never in my power to obtain. The requirements are subdued, hidden and redacted from the gospel offering of businesses who at any cost will keep the seats and coffers filled. Acknowledgement, repentance and surrender to the seal and filling of Spirit are the qualifications. Believing that God is offering terms of surrender in redemption and rebirth to live for Him.

Why is the Cornerstone their greatest cause for argument? Because He is the sole pathway to entry into Heaven. There is no other means or path to steal access to eternal presence with God. That Gift is given for Acknowledgement of our sin and the singularity of resolution found in Faith in Christ. The Cornerstone holds together the universe and to trip over it/HIM is to deny yourself access to its dimension and expanse. Nothing that I say or do will ever change one dot or slash of this Gospel. For I am impermanent without Him but with and through acknowledging His loving Grace I will carry on.

A smidgen of me, the dust, into which Sovereign breath sponsors life. I am not the most important component in this recipe of humanity. I am simply element within experiment within paradigm of achievement outside of my making or potential power in completion. What shall become is perfection to which I may be employed by a mind, hand and will beyond my own.

The extent of my contentment fully dependent upon my acceptance of this place made for me in the process of objectives beyond my contemplation. Certainly, visions provided assemble confidence within. That full application and investment of everything in my cannister is logical, faithful and the single path to the anomaly of Creation’s end and rebeginning.

How to fit the puzzle piece with borders set in stone to a mosaic in flux? What morphisms, malleability or ductility enter in allowance to achievement of extrusions beyond corporate tension and proximity? How to get from here to a place I have never been without firsthand knowledge of there or the road to my arrival? From whence comes the flexibility found to its realization?

A tool wields not itself in building or destruction of ethereal understanding. Only mind beyond the limits and parameters of this dimension may permutate the calculus. For discussion of spirit will never be entertained by soul without the surrender to its fragility. We are bound by time until we accept its defeat in resurrection and rebirth to heavenly messaging.

For all that is beyond remains unavailable for them within the conveyance or modality. Without the second breath from Sovereign bellow we are left incapable and inadequate, having been made for the lesser work of life in temporality. That which lay beyond, outside or folded into the lasagna of time, space and matter. May only be discovered through abdication of the adherence to that which holds us captive to limits of this realm.

Can the wound speak? Can the wound truly love? Can the wound hurl us into complete madness seeking an end to its unraveling control upon reality? I have never loved in the past. A horrible confession of a man led by internally wounded, past seeking validation and acknowledgement of the love I was never given through the attention and allegiance unavailable. Until the Lord first loved me I never knew truly what this greatest of life’s treasures was fulfilled.

I will not pursue you to answer the voices established by tragedy and mistreatment of my past. For I do not yearn but seek to be led by God into that which brings Glory to His name and fulfillment of His plan for this universe. What the yearning taught me when I obtained the object of its insatiable quest is that nothing was fulfilled but the instantaneous release of the quest for attention followed by a natural dismissal of the love which may not be found in substitution. The yearning could not find love only recurring pain in observance of a relentless mission to fulfill a slight of passed inadequacy.

The voice of the wound cannot and does not know love. For love is a decision, a choice an enduring covenant meant to pay its respects when yearnings and adoration are absent or long gone. When do you need love most? When you are unlovable, caught in the maelstrom’s of life. Ladies this is when you need a man’s love when the chips are down, you’ve got no answers and every safe space is locked or unavailable. This is when a man demonstrates the underpinnings of real love. When a man stays by your side in your worst, hurt and unworthy moments then he has made the choice to Love, as he made the choice to Love the Lord our God. For true love is offered and chosen by the recipient, never forced, coerced or established in the brief wonders of romance.

So, we must first have a good look at the trials of childhood and adolescence to see the formulation of any wounds to psyche that may be dictating irrational pursuits of our adult or inhibiting the healthy choices that adults make when confronted with Love’s offering. These voices especially when incited by the mention of someone truly in love with us are most often the greatest power of deception leading and controlling our decisions, emotions and feelings of abandonment, temporary fulfillment and yearning for that which we want but may not have.

Lord God, If I am to love let me do it as you have done for me. Let me love overlooking the deficiencies, inadequacies, quirks or mismanagement within the life of mates and colleagues. Instead let me see these things and decide that they are part of the offering of love for I cannot love a person completely without accepting the entire package or person, passion, pain and yes the inevitable revelation of wounds and weakness revealed by time in relationship. I do not wish to speak the romantic words of the yearning boy inside my heart. Rather I wish to demonstrate the evidence of faith, love and hope, by showing someone broken, happy or hopeless that I have made the greatest choice in life, to love them as God first loved me. In Jesus Name.

You asked me for some rationale for my victimhood, for my subsidy with tears. While I sit around and roll my eyes over the mug of public beers. I speak of lands so far away where my imaginary pain, ruled the town of me and my extraordinarily clever gain. But my illness is not the focus here nor my obvious unhealthy works. The only thing the press cares about is that I painted you as jerks. So wear the shirt I’ve sown for you and let me have my say. The only thing that they will hear is the story I portray. I cannot said the man full grown because the child screams so loud I am so proud of him as he controls me from the shadow of the shroud.

What is worthy of expectation to avail my prayers to God? Looking for the gainful things before His throne seems odd. To limit expectations and give to those in need never stands in tandem or alignment with your greed. So sacrosanct and needful that no cheek will ever dry to God and His good people deceived so by your cry. The Word will not avail you your tactics, your strategy and mission. Some would simply wonder why as they sit there in suspicion. We are loath to calculate how many use this ploy that considers the minds of men a malleable kid’s toy. The time has come for all good men to rise above considered, reanalysis employ.

You are not my problem, my obstacle or wall before my climb. Ignoring my aspirations or slight, imaginary crime. The dime or time you spent in convincing me to grow was all wasted on my determination to never grease my own elbow. The walls and wheels of effort are such a nasty term you must abhor my situation take pity on this worm. For the game is set against me for my color, my size, gender or my breed. Can’t you see alligator tears convince you of my need? There’s no end to my dilemma no answer to my plight. They’re much too strong the day too long to embrace a will to fight. For I have been defeated before this world began there some sovereign will against me some exasperating plan.

The joy of being boot boy is that humbly I love this work. And wear the shield that you would wield in labeling me a jerk. There is no one else with recourse or responsibility for my health. No one else to take my pulse and effort toward obtaining accomplishment and wealth. You see the will to want to make it may be all a man possesses. And his failures and attempts will count in the truth that he confesses. So shield yourself from misery, the imaginary pain of being too short, fat in woeful challenge to overcome the pain. For no one guarantees you the wealth, the health the peace and there’s no mystery or secret to the loss or great increase. The effort lies within you to become or stay the same. There’s no one else to share this burden for your personal blame or shame. So do it if you want to and if you don’t just sit down for this world is not a circus and we’ve got no need for one more clown.

Wondrous wish of walking in the garden of contemplation, prayer and hope. It is here that I find comfort, it is here that I remember who I am and that which I am destined to become. No harsh words or requirements upon person, mind or reason. Just the peaceful two-way communication with the origin of my change.

What sheep follows after naught but a place where there be no wind? Into harbors sheltered do schooners dance and rest. This journey is one of abrasion and brief moments of silk and thunder. With this world quiet I am free to see the next. In my aspiration to be king of nothing I kneel upon the cool, clean Earth in ample expectation of connecting with God.

Over these hills and drudging or dancing through valley beyond, my will resists the works of hand, mind and heart. But in these trials I am acquainted with the me that yet is not. Too far for turning asunder, to near to result that the path before me should end. This walk is the reason for my sanctification and ordination. It must be walked for that is resides within me.

And those glorious moments of joy that must also be accomplished. Where this man and the next blend in recipe for everlasting. What mysteries uncovered shall make me rise in splendor. To this mountain upon which I will hope to stand sure-footed. I invite myself in thought or dream or dance. For in this quest to count the footfalls, I am committing to this and life eternal after.

When you loved them how you wanted to they only wanted more. They feared that you were leaving them when you were sitting just outside the door. All their fears and experience taught them not to trust. But when the fuss and fuming clears and all the argument and dust is cleared. There’s no right time for loving them and no rules to get it right. You listen to their dreaming and are quick to end the fight. When it comes down to old brass tacks and dice upon the floor. There’s no right way to love someone except leaving them wanting more.

You listened to Lord our God and how he loved without condition. So you went out to spread His love and they all called it a mission. Work campaigns and raffles have nothing to do with love. But when the Lord directs your heart and you find a good place to start, then you just start caring for people for who they are right now. They can change and most they will but you never think about the bill just thankful to have opportunity to do what God has commanded. There’s no right way to love someone except leaving them wanting more.

All the stories, dreams and focus on how and when and where. When it comes to loving them most folks don’t really care. They size you up and knock you down because they are so afraid. But when the winds blows through and the glass is clear they are just real glad that you stayed. So, I am real glad that He taught me that everyone needs love in and out of season. It really doesn’t matter if it fits like a proper hat and glove. There’s just no right way to love someone except leaving them wanting more.

We are our own worst enemy when it comes to getting what we want. We’re so afraid to swing away that we are out at first on bunt. There’s no way to win or lose but we can certainly make it hard. We’re in such a hurry to get a good hand that throw away each good card. There is a time for plating, for sowing and to reap. But when the fire’s low and the light is bad, and we get to finding a reason to be sad. Our thinking turns to history and the people who we miss but this is when we forget the bliss of someone right here by our side. There’s no right way to love someone except leaving them wanting more.

Leaning in, the updraft supporting my weight against gravity. Shall I fall. I leave that choice to God. I am not leaping from the will He has told me follow. Merely testing the buoyancy of faith as the leap is one born therein. There is no end for my life now. I live for everlasting in Hope of presence before God.

Is there a downside to my lack of sense in risk? This is not a game of chance as much in life, this is set upon a stone, the cornerstone that supports the universe. Why do I believe upon that which I cannot see, listen to the voice of God that I know lives within my heart and have an active relationship with the Sovereign God of the Universe who I may now call Abba, Father? Why Not?

Pursued, chased, imagined, ramified, validated, applauded and found important so much garbage that should never have been entertained or ventured. Planting seeds and tending growth is simple, straight forward and logical. Investment in good people, educating them on the scales in balance makes pure sense when you look upon God’s demonstrative love for all.

I am lighter than a proverbial feather. The burdens once carried upon my back of my own volition and/or ignorance have been removed. I now may feel and see my rest. What man sells or lends himself to the jailer or taskmaster having known even a moment of breathing Free? This is not a choice even worthy of contemplation for backsliding away from salvation makes no common or rarely found sense.

Is it time to join me on this junket? Will you tether your raft or boat to mine as we cross the lake in search of the promises given? Yes, storm, fear and threat shall inevitably show their evil, testing our hearts and spiritual understanding. What shall we see within ourselves and discover what God’s given. A transformation beyond our understanding but not beyond belief.

Are we what we believe we are? Is my character a culmination of how I portray myself or are the cumulative/singular actions I take that which define my identity? What is the reckoning between the real and contrived or narcissistic portrayal of my self-review? Does society provide the scales upon which this disagreement/inconstancy is revealed? And as to correction, what societal or national counsel determines that you are lying about yourself and therefore have a achieved a negative Credibility Score and are deemed untrustworthy?

What happens to a nation when full blown narcissists achieve dominance? Are people forced to simply accept the populous or majority view in power and accept what they know in their hearts to be abhorrent, damaged behavior? How best do people of reason remove from power those candidates prone or known to have this false projection of themselves and the world they’ve created in their vain imaginary declaration of reality? Is this idea completely scientific or have we been told it is the origin of the battle between the collective sides in Man’s thinking?

What happens persay when I reject the reality and insert my own version of truth in subjective attempt to master my world? The Bible says that we are turned over to our own vain imagination, left to our own regard. When we ardently choose this path we are then turned over to our own darkened perception to follow our lusts as a beast set free among vulnerable prey. Thus, in exactness of definition, narcissists and those turned to their own reprobate minds are one and the same. Therefore, society should do everything in its power to ban these people from the voting process and expel those that make it through in their superior thespian chameleon ability to deceive.

What we face today is the battle between those who have rejected God’s definition of creation and asserted their own imagining as the answer to their restriction within God’s Commandments and law. People, however prone to slumber or poor diligence must set up structure within their countries to restrict these people from rising to power. As each time they have done so in history it has ended in Godlessness, tyranny, oddity and departure from all those things associated with good character in man. Once again this is the fight of our times. What side are you on? Either you acknowledge God’s reality or seek to replace it with your own thus being turned to your fiction.