Logic as substantive base is insufficient to the tasks of evaluating, believing or building one’s faith in those things Super natural. It is not that logic must be redefined or relegated as un-useful in the context of faith questions. Just that when using logic as the main tool in the process fails to comprehend that Spiritual understanding of heavenly elements demands a higher level of thinking, analysis and acceptance.

For example: the idea of being born again, a rebirth from a process seemingly secondary to that instant of life proclamation from our Earthly Mother is impossible to logical requirement. Therefore, use of logic to evaluate its Truth leaves us breathless and without empirical or scientific evidence to its founding. Without a super-sensory presence of higher tools of evaluation, “spirit sight” logic fails or gives insufficient criteria for belief and understanding.

This reliance upon logic will therefore fail anyone attempting to evaluate the concepts found in Divine interaction, leaving them incapable and frustrated in the context of relationship a thing outside of scientific explanation. However, when correctly deploying logic in evaluation of the evidence of spiritual fruit, human transformation, actions inexplicable except through acceptance of miraculous authority and Divine intervention we find logic the perfect tool. In fact, when looking through the Biblical lens of spiritual insight everything about God is not only absolutely true but absolutely logical.

A greater love has no man found then that observed in his Creation by our Maker. God didn’t have to do anything, especially breathing His life into each of us. It is a thing of Love and choice and logical decision to bring about that which He saw fit. Logically, we must ask ourselves the obvious question would we have done the same? Fully knowing before creation that we would turn from Him at every opportunity to pursue our own self-serving attempts at gratification. Yet, relying on the equal understanding that some would choose righteousness and rise above the Logic of sensory fulfillment.

If we choose logic to evaluate the why of God’s choice to create humanity it fails us in its sufficiency. This primary line of questioning forces each of us to consider that there are powerful and pivotal actions, concepts and reasoning to support things outside of logic. Therefore, attempting to apply logic correctly we must have a SUPER logical understanding of it appropriate application. Just as men are befuddled when considering life solely upon Feelings we are equally confounded without the presence of Spiritual sight and understanding. Some things only make sense to those with the faith to understanding why they make sense and become the rock of our own uncoordinated attempt to find mastery.

Peace in the middle of conflict and challenge is the watershed of Faith. We know the fallacy of human imposed calm that has been infrequent and short lived in the history of mankind. The only rest in the midst of storm or chaos must come externally. It must come from God.

These days are those prophesied to be rife with trial and trouble. Everyone appears instant to enter armed conflict and reticent to hear thoughts and conviction or cooperation with dedication to resolution. We all want what we want when we want it and quickly close our ears and hearts to the impassioned pleas of fellow humans.

We fear the overwhelming impacts and emotional chaos that accompanies difficulty. But these influences are not our master, but the knowledge that we walk with Christ through each fire no matter the severity or extension. Peace is most useful in dark times as a shield of faith against impact and desperate thinking.

That is why God’s Gospel teaches believers to wield this Holy, Supernatural weaponry. For in the observance of trial we meet and invite the Holy Spirit’s Power into the furnace of our remorse. Through the deployment of seemingly evasive Joy we find the fruits and the presence of God within. In attendance to the shaping hand of trial we embrace the growth, power and adequacy of hope that we have never been and will never be alone in trouble.

What then is the duty of each Christian to the Body as the World finds it has an affinity to calamity? Ephesians is especially useful in establishing a foundation through which to effectively face the prophesied trials of these perilous times. In this book we find the Holy Spirit’s guidance to: identity, family, reliance upon Spirit, a roster of weaponry and the courage found in faithful reliance upon the armor of God.

These storms and battles are for our shaping and to turn our hearts to God as we are challenged beyond human ability to cope. Therefore they are the catalyst of our faithful experiential resolve to endure. Everyone I know wants to be stronger in the face of adversity. That is why Christ calls us to abide/endure in Him. We now stand with Him in Spirit and delight in the days to come when we are physically with God forever.

I would like to say that I can help in a significant manner but that would be stretching it at best and at worst an outright lie. Very few people want to hear the truth and grimace at the Gospel message calling them to review clearly their sins that they may confess them before the Father. As you I used to want to say that I was permanently in the safe zone and as the commercial church teaches may proceed in impunity knowing that all my future sins will be forgiven. That position does not reconcile with the words of our Savior to those who remained in their iniquity. Having told them clearly in Matthew 7 that they were known by their bad fruit and neither in relationship with Christ nor doing the will of the Father.

This is the day of each man’s choice. God calls we answer. If you are like most then you have given a lukewarm reception to God’s offer of Grace and somehow blended it with your worldly pursuits to remain in the true danger of matching Christ’s warning in Matthew. God wants obedience, not works or sacrifice. That is why the parable of the two sons is impactful upon these days in which we reside. You have repeatedly explained that you cannot do what He wants you to do right now because of X reason or Y excuse. The true danger of this attitude resides first in its denial of obedience and second in the fact that someday it will be too late to perform the functions He has demanded today. Though I am far from powerless, my power emanates from the seal and filling of God’s Holy Spirit within.

The help I can provide is associated with the watchman I have always been before my Father. I will blow the Trumpet warning of the impending escalation and imperative of approaching enemies. However, it remains your duty and responsibility to respond to that warning, heeding the opportunity to make straight your path and seek the Lord’s: protection, promise and deliverance. We have entered the time of consequence for disobedient inattention to God’s direction. The son who said he would go and work and never did suffered the loss of opportunity. While the son who denied the will to go and yet finally performed absorbed the reward of obedience. What do you personally believe is the consequence. Having heard from Christ that not all will enter the Kingdom of Heaven as they have been falsely instructed. Do you believe that you disobedience and failure to do the Father’s Will acquaints you with the disobedient or the Brother of Reward?

As Moses I used to get upset or disappointed when those of the Flock determined to ignore my repeat of Christ’s warning. However, these choices are neither good or bad except in my own labeling or judgment. What is paramount is that the choices must be made and that I have told you what comes as consequence of either. The choices are yours for you alone will offer accountability before Jesus when asked to give that account. I do ardently council that you make a decision today for Christ and go about obeying the Father’s Will because you Love Him and want to please your Father in Heaven. But you make your own choice as the job is yours alone and I will neither convince you or badger you in this process. I am responsible to love you and neither of those avenues faithfully expresses that love.

The greatest gift forgiveness and a chance. That love expressed for my acceptance catapulted me into an expression of the same self-elevating practice of love and forgiveness even to them who least wanted or deserved. The gift of love and forgiveness promotes the collection of treasures stored in heaven that shall never rust, dissolve or be taken. When treasure is found by use of God’s gifts it elevates our desires and character to a resemblance of His constitution.

I may throttle and check the world. I may control every person through sheer will, fear or deceptive authority or I may seek opportunity to watch them rise above their own limits and potential. Could I forgive myself for the misuse of my gifts to fulfill self gratification or achieve some measure of comfort and means? There is no victory in grudge and continued focus on the wrongs achieved by others, especially when we are often errant in the moment. Oft it is best to let go pursuit of objective to assure that those who you’ve been given rise beyond the constraints of those frequent, instantaneous flutters.

Fly, be yourself and if I cannot assist then I certainly will not see you restrained by my words, thinking or unwise leverage. It is not simply a duty but the beating pulse within heart and mind. Time for me to forgive and relieve myself of the pressures I have been storing in the cart and pack I’m carrying. These feet were meant for peace and to seek, find and share that rest with all that I have the rate opportunity to meet and know. Playing saint is a sad affair. The sour taste of bile and foam have everlasting consequence.

At some point a man may give no more to the world when all has been left on the glass sea of the Holy of Holies. Walking held in God’s Hand is the optimal position for a man who loves His Father more than anything. This is something unusual and though poets and artist will achieve the grand fulfillment of love the surrender and obedience to God resists comparison. Yet finds itself beyond universal boundary and promise of worldly or romantic hope. This is that priceless era where man may do things beyond himself, though forgotten by the world find the streets of gold by God’s side for everlasting.

What I am being offered is of tremendous value, so go and store it up for yourself as the guiding purpose of a heart that would know life and love. I seek treasures in heaven. The gifts to obtain and attain this plateau are those that lead me closer to Christ likeness. Lately, I have been struggling to measure up to worldly expectation and finding emotions, thought and heart that risks the bitterness of the waxen moon of in-authenticity. Feet on paths that diverge in objective opportunity, my groin being pulled opposite direction. I cannot both tell you what you want to hear while singing the tunes of dedication to the things of God Almighty in following direction and purpose.

Please know that the love I offer does not accommodate word or season but exists in perpetuity. I do not simply love a treasured human for sake of beauties review or chilling heat of the heart. You are God’s most precious moment. Seeing through His eyes and hearing His calming call means that I cannot look, hear, touch or relegate this interaction from the dead senses of Calvary’s perished man. I have risen with Christ as part of the Living Body and may not consider the aspects of failure, victory or achievement through the expired lens of my lost humanity. The gifts and treasures to which I am led, commanded and blessed demand an alternate approach. A method that starts are the end of time and seeks passage and promise beyond. Living this life out seeking its greatest accolade and passion is ignoring that this is not the place of my end but only the beginning.

What content am I given? To what level must I be attentive to the things of body, mind, spirit and machinery in order to keep producing the optimum level with that which I have been provided? Does that include my attitude and prayer life? Do I self council, fully reflective upon those blessings and provision such that I make sure every person, thing and thought is fully engaged for God’s purposes and outcomes? What is sufficient stewardship? How close must I be to God in order to achieve this status or continuance? Can I walk my lonely road of self-dependence and reach the pinnacle of existence? Or is it in Divine dependence that I find this plateau and effective reverence and regard for the Almighty? When living for God’s outcomes can I use the measures that use for my own ideas of sufficiency and finishing?

Do I value or treat the treasures I receive fully conscious that all blessings come from God? I do fall vulnerable as prey to the belief that somehow I was able to provide for myself or achieve some grand objective outside of God’s blessing? I am not a god but may easily position myself as the most dangerous of their kind when I rely upon myself for fulfillment. For the elusive or deceptive power of self-reliance is the most canny and altering to the relationship with the Father, through Christ Jesus in the Power of the Holy Spirit. I am not the Twain that bridges the gap between man and God. I never had the capacity to reconnect and heal the wounds of sin. Jesus alone and the belief upon His Words alone created the Divine reconciliation between us ending the war with Father.

Is there danger of looking at anyone, any thing, job or otherwise as the provider of my objectives? Or are those objectives that are aligned with God’s direction only found in the discussion or listening for His Holy Guidance? And if my objectives may only be found in the relationship with God, then the provision to reach Divine or carnally impossible objectives only met through the Spirit’s Power to reach them? Is then the responsibility of each Shepherd the stewardship of mind, purpose and provision, fully dependent upon God’s blessings even that of timing? Does this naturally council the greatest reverence is found in readiness for the voice, direction and provisions as they all emanate from God alone? Isn’t then the discussion or Communication Key to achieving the greatest measure of Stewardship? And any departure however innocent of deceptively non threatening a true danger and obstacle to the working calculus of service?

Being the proper steward demands a continual relationship with God as the source of all reason, equipment, treasure and direction. Therefore the relationship with God alone is the single concentration point of Christianity and thought found in prayerful discovery of His Word and Voice in each person’s heart. Without that connection I cannot hope to be where I need to be or have the necessary outfitting requisite for miracles. Therefore I know that I am the greatest danger and threat to God’s Planning. My willingness to stray and limit clear connection and communication with the King is the greatest inhibition to Divine Purpose and Fulfillment. When making choices we are prey to choosing the least necessary input to being found worthy of acceptance. This too is threatening. For I am here to achieve those things beyond myself, miracles. The choice I have extended to the Father is to reach HIS judgment of my efficacy for the Kingdom. Not wanting to produce the bear minimum but rather maximize God’s utility through His Vessel. I commit myself to giving all of self and maintaining the ideals of obedient shepherd regardless of the alternate voices I may meet upon the skinny path. Departure is my enemy. Self-concentration the threat.

Headlong into any madness we consider. What holds sturdy men to promise or virgins to commitment? What entices the faithful to consider being set apart for greater thoughts than their own? Are there destinations beyond the will and values of this life and man’s concern? What if there are greater wars being waged in which we play role as location of battles waged? What then would lead a man to knowledge of his participation in issues beyond his own importance, into which he may sow the seeds of sovereign intention?

How do I know that I am so very unimportant as major player in the grand schemes of existence? Bit characters such as I may be pivotal to creating circumstance and setting stage mood, scenery or furniture. I do not fear nor regret my minor position in God’s Divine use of tragedy to bring about the Heavenly. I neither ask your permission nor agreement with my choice of journey or navigable waters. For it is fulfillment I seek for all things, people and the passions of God’s pleasure. The gravity that binds us is greater than this self.

Burst into the destiny of your making. Make a splash, set records, fly so far and fast that they never see you coming and never watch you leave, but know emphatically that you’d been there. Take with you the courage of everlasting and the hope of dominion beyond the flames and ticks of time’s clock. Expended in the effort to erect lasting pylons to declare my visitation have been so vastly wasted. I pray that you’ve forgotten me by next sundown and still maintain surrender and memory of light’s brilliance. As it illuminates the framework and sets the stage for the beauty you create. Live in exultation of greater things to come.

Without the mirror of acceptance and intention we are left never knowing that within our own hearts reside the seeds of imperfection. When I was the problem casting blame on others became the cover up and resistance to solution. Until the maturity of moments measured become acceptable diet and discourse in refinement, I will be forever lost in a story of my own concoction.

Offering up the plight and pleasure of my humanity upon the dais of separation from the Divine. My rust and poison remain hidden from the scalpel that would cleanse my heart of ailment. How unclean the dependence of man upon his own righteousness. To be led to pain and slaughter displaying the outstretched neck of all those suffering in our displeasure. Not God, but godless.

How stand the man who sees not his own face each time looking upon reflection? Walking away oblivious and dangerous to all who find his council. It is not without the Lord of Ages one finds his wounds that cannot be succored. But in the presence of God we see our lack of measure.

For simply akin to the simple and un-Godly my mind sees nothing wrong or off the beaten track. The wagon falls oddly wobbling as the ruts run deep and seasoned. The mud and grit perfume familiar to my footfall. Without example or word from beyond the veil of man’s gibberish we are left to pronounce ourselves supreme being of short masses. Thank God He chose not to forget me. As all too soon I will fail to make mention of His name.

In rest they find the peace of God. Far away from strife and reason spiced by worry and weight. The dates remove from minds filled with concern and challenge. No comfort in the machinations of the human mind. Too soon but none the less just right.

This is not the dance to which we wished invite. Absent the loving words and days with laughter and light. No words, bludgeons against the bales of upset few. To lay in straw and watch the night and weather wander. To be awakened to good memory.

So many failures in times when success should mind the farm. Kittens and minders wrestling and rustling the thoughts as corrals for animals unsettled. Feet and resting heads bring sleep to arms and eyes so used to anguish and cautious moments.

This is not the winding path of resolve beyond tomorrow. A broad, indifferent highway twice removed from blessings of blood and remembrance. All are forgiven who offer up the madness of past and porous nightmare. Plunged into the clarity of evaporating suns.

So sorted and sorry that these boxes must be emptied. Too close to the finish unready, unsteady and marred by hopeless wells of tears and sadness. No more fresh watered faces shall paint the walls of my treasured halls. To see the smiles of all those given.

One decision for a man who cannot whitewash fences, finding in the broad brush of friendship and understanding the will to see all happy. No common thing to find oneself useless in the seas of dwindling importance. To be flicked from unbalanced wing.

May my wake produce the lasting impressions of character I’m lacking. To see the burdens of life and power lifted. And the promise of hopeful days reflected on faces twice forgotten. When you are weighted mind, then being drawn as a sieve in healthy relief of the masses.

Not the plenty that we all once expected. But the scarce instants into which love and life injected. A cautious but easy heart find you on the horizons absent season. No burr or burden offered and joyous casting into lakes filled by promise and peaceful reason.

The world in gold, pomp and crimson shining in hypnotic blaze. Singing the songs of men gone wrong to find our lamps polished. Three dreams and satin seams. Perplexed, confused and dismayed at the gravity and weight of man’s entrapment. How is the bedazzling so commonly complete? That in this moment of greatest worth we squint and blink at light’s passing?

From what are we running and to what are blindly marching? Not a widget, sounding board or sequenced equation producing x result. We speak as the eternal yet find ourselves moored in taffy of this temporary misunderstanding of the sublime. The elite practice inhumanity and tether their worth to this false proclamation that money knows forever. When they have never met.

Giving is not a plan to achieve some objective intent. For if they knew God’s measure and crafting the authenticity of His Word would remake the world around us. Humbled by obedient mountains delivering themselves to oceans on demand. In the scarcity of power we found that we had always been beyond restraint. Freed prisoners respond not the warden’s warning.

Stars expect the stellar visit of those eclipsing mass, light and gases. Beckon not oh distant moon the delight of my awe stricken madness. For worthy, not found in the realization of my wanting, resides and waits quietly upon the sands of time’s river. To be known at moment’s founding the treasures greater than a man may excavate or bear. In delight of seamless mortar, pressed against the mooring stone we were never nor shall be alone.

Cannot walk outside the skin and counsel the hand of time. Trying to swim upstream sidestroke while breaking branches with molars. Feet on the outside of my socks and shoes. Nosebleeds from the pressures of thought and concrete. These are the days when men are supposed to pray, kneel and acquiesce to the guiding Hand of God.

Standing looking through unfelled tears. Expecting close proceedings where judges freed by the rote of unwilling souls express the sanity of the Divine. Into the well of misbehavior we counsel ourselves silly. With slow steady stares our smiles guide the fruitful to delivery. There is no escalator for these branches must be ascended to perch with view across the majesty.

Into the inglorious mist of my own regard. Gleaning meanings and sustenance from the Bread beyond control of the minutes and memories. Beyond my recall, I fell into the comfort of God’s intention and plan for my existence. With hope the promise came as planned and twice as fast as anticipation’s hunger.

Wiggle, fiddle and shake. Two handfuls of acrimony and sin, I leave before the rock of remaking. Worries strewn along the path to priesthood. Departing from footsteps cast about in mud and earthquake on shaky ground. Perfectly honed by the shaping of reason outside of definition. Into the arms of Almighty I plunge knowing that our paths cross at my relinquished grasp.

What hope has man bridled by the limits of mortality? What forever may be seen except in imaginary days and nights? What prime for pump to bring the waters of life that come from beyond tomorrow? How unhappy the resolve of man held in the clutches of time and the vast passing sands of a world beyond escaping? Joy in the treasures wept.