To teach the ideals and commandments of God, we must commit ourselves to a continuous and lasting review of those things we do that are inconsistent with the teachings of our Holy and Righteous God. When I sin then tell others not to it immediately enters me into the hypocrisy of do what I say not what I do. I abhor my sin and each time I say or do something inconsistent with God’s direction it makes me viscerally ill. Not only because of my trespasses and violations against God but because it hurts my witness for Christ. Being an anointed believer engaging the power and the truth of God’s gift to tell others to do right while doing otherwise is to me a disgusting violation in itself. I pray that I am without blame for that is what I seek for all those given unto my responsibility and care. There is no resolution to this but success in the Spirit in not sinning and immediately when something is said or done owning it and awaiting God’s direction and correction to repair any wounds.

Washed clean for a reason. The blood of Jesus set me free from past and future sin, but may be incorrectly perceived as license to commit further offense with impunity. Reading of Matthew and other text firmly establishes that this false, abhorrent and twisted translation of God’s Word. This is not only literally evident but comes with potent conviction from the Holy Spirit. Sinning is the last thing any born again believer wants. I don’t crave my sin’s of flesh, eye and pride, I seek to be made new of the desires that led my fleshly man to yearn for their persistent completion. I am here for the purposes of Christ and bringing glory to God’s name and the sins I commit in this state are especially repugnant to the man of God I purport to be. Now is the time to get it right, not through effort but through committed submission to God’s refining fire in my life. The danger begins for each believer when they quench the convictions of Spirit in attempted quelling of the guilt and dangers of continued sin. Eradication of my further sin and elimination of the desire to serve it is the reason I was washed clean originally. There is no version of thinking that allows me to continue in that vein.

Remaining pure is just as impossible as forgiving our sins without accepting Jesus. For these works are miraculous display of God’s Love for all mankind. If I could never achieve any of this then it is fully dependent upon God’s provision of mercy and grace. My only power is that of choice. The choice to remain in alignment with God, if He so allows, to approach the ideals of perfection, correction, sanctification and eventual glorification in Him. I would love to say that I have remained pure before God. I would love to present myself without Blame before His throne. I would love if it were a thing that I could somehow achieve. However, my desire to be found righteous is only useful in the commitment and dedication to remain in the righteousness conveyed to me through my belief on the only self-existent righteousness, that of God found only in Christ Jesus. I cannot attend to my sin and remain righteous. I cannot forgive myself the offenses of stepping away from pursuing a blameless life. I cannot give myself eternity I may only walk the path God says leads to that end state solely established through the power of the Holy Spirit in promise, conviction and transformation.

I love all of you but the mere mention or avoidance of the conviction given us by the Holy Spirit ought be consistent with God’s call upon our lives, not with self-righteous or evil pursuance of the poisons of this world. We have been changed forever. No amount of continuance in those behaviors consistent with the flesh is going to further our eventual adherence to and expression of a likeness of Christ. Therefore, if a relationship leads me away from the those things of God I need immediately step from it. Doing so is the loving thing He would have me show you. Doing so is the only method of remain aligned with the Holy Spirit in His leading in to Truth, transformation and the pursuit of perfection He demands. I no longer want to be associated with my own quest for sin. It sickens me to see myself a man who would teach purity and then do something of display the foul mouthed allegiance to the cage of my worldly existence. Please don’t attempt to associate this a lack of loving compassion for you or the health of a relationship in family, friendship and Body. For we know emphatically, that a consistent commitment and pursuit of righteousness is the only recourse of true love.

If I run from you to save us both from the trials, hypocrisy and potential failures found in moments of humanity. This is love. Many Biblical characters would have succeeded in the face of repeated failure by stepping, running or fleeing the opportunity for sin, until such time as the Holy Spirit could change them. Taking the “Way” of escape was often the only path to their success. I cannot remain indifferent in this sanctified and anointed relationship between pastor and saint. Recognition of the dangers found in a particular situation, circumstance or trial is the path to change. For the conscious understanding of my own predilections, propensities and sketches footfalls is the beginning of anointed judgment that must persistently and painfully accompany every anointed preacher, teacher and disciple. I ask you help in setting me free from your internal expectations and invested outcome so that I may achieve through belief and commitment that blameless history of a true believer. For to love God as I do and love you the way I would want to be loved demands this commitment to my Gospel and created purpose.

I have always had a penchant for code. Mostly the linguistic rhymes and rhythms of decipherable meanings. This brought a love of poetic journalism to keep my thoughts, my thoughts from the prying eyes of those who would use your emotions and private tales against you.This world was never very safe as a child and I found it even more dangerous in adulthood. Joining the Marine Corps in this capacity awakened me to the broad disciplines of code: electronic, mathematics, Biblical, Quantum and otherwise. Unfortunately, we are in a time when the coded speech must be abandoned that all may hear the clear unblemished Word God, revealing all the mysteries and simplicity of God’s unfolding Plan. A Plan that effects every life and impacts everyone as they make their decision where to spend eternity.

I am not ashamed of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ and preach, teach, evangelize and pastor to those people who have the fortunate/unfortunate opportunity to spend time with me. Today, I taught a Bible Study on Genesis, Judges, Romans, Ephesians and Revelation. The Holy Spirit bid me preach on Simplicity and that the world and those separated from God or perhaps those trying to self justify attempt desperately to complicate that many will not find the clear, unadulterated Truth of God’s Love and Plan for Salvation of ALL men. In reading the first chapter of all these books with some diligence and meditation you see that the only way to fairly judge mankind is to give them all the information up front that they may make a choice of their method of Judgment. It is the only way that a loving God would love all men and clearly tell them the expectations, departures and outcomes of obedience or rebellion. That has been my great pleasure and unexpected purpose.

We have arrived, uncomfortably or otherwise at the timing of that candid listening, observance and review. A review that God expects all to make yet an enemy wanders about trying to inhibit, prohibit or simply cancel. I am not going to be clever though the impetus presents. I pray and will assist in any way that I may with your hunger to make acquaintance with God and thresh the Gospel Message imperative to your forgiveness, sanctification and everlasting existence. I would plead with you to read the text with a desire/intention to fully comprehend the gravity of the material and the circumstances, timing upon all men. Therefor there is no code in my words, no complexity in my plea and no mystery or hidden meaning in the import I convey. I am not trying to be callous in delivery or indifferent in my appeal, however, my job is to simply tell you and let you make the choices. I assure you of my love, a lasting love that will follow you regardless of your decision. But I will leave you with a request to take this seriously and if you must laugh me off see the tears in the corner of my eye for the loss that we will experience when finally with God in heaven.

Their dreams are shattered their constitution and spirit weak. Who may profit from their loss, be made strong in their fear or stand tall while they are frightened and alone? This is no allegiance to the dawn and light. To prance about in self-adoration while the young go hungry, fearful and downtrodden in body, mind and image. When did we take on this polymorphism unaccustomed to God’s reflection? What day sponsored this contempt and challenged heart? How wrongly you believe in the value of scarcity or the norm in hate of plenty. Do you hate trees because there are so many or burn them, cut them down for fun since they are in abundance? Why then are children so reprehensible in their multitude? To sacrifice them on your unholy pyres for the sake of trading them for aspired gold?

Do you esteem to destroy that for which you have little desire or use? What of dogs, donkeys or daylight? What happens when they fall astray of your lustful valuation? What of men who counsel wisdom or make the rabid mistake of speaking truth to your willing illness? Is your universe so terse or insecure that nothing may breathe air unless conforming to your limitations of size shape and worth? Do you think that God may take offense to your candid distaste for the things He gave when He spoke the Word of Creation? What of my mimicry when considering your discontent with the world that neither of us brought into being? Am I to rid the world of your brief interaction with the living because I find no value in your brief struggle? Or is it that everything is deemed of worthy purpose by being an asset or a liability in your finding or quality of need?

What then of tales of valiant humans? Those who fought simply that life may bring glory to God for as long and however they may reflect His measure? Do you fight for the princes and dukes of darkness? Or have you become an engine that seeks fuel source, void of conscience or conviction in the taking? Diminishing the beautiful, innocent or rare to how long they will burn when put to flame, the consuming madness of your unfiltered lust for self-existence? Yes, that is your affinity with the things of dark dungeons and high fells and groves of the ungodly. All things are viewed as matter to consume, catalysts to activate change conducive to your appetite. I applaud the simplicity in your vapid recourse but pity you as we pass bye flowers, are filled with joy in song or mercy and kindness of the living. For I too have lived solely for my hunger. It is a frightful and boring pursuit. For I knew no love, contentment or preserved the things of heart simply because they encouraged others.

There is a song to life that all are made better knowing. There is a dream to collective drive that bids us work in unison to launch. There is a norm of heart and mettle that feeds the flames of protection in innocence and charm. Those days when breath is brief and peace in short supply yet we gather with those unworthy to enable their existence. Just because they came from the Mind and Love of God. To see and trust our journey you must remember the things you’ve lost in the assaults of mankind upon all youth. You must recall the day when you wanted to please your Mom or Dad, just because they were the closest representation of our maker. However, the church, this world or people have failed you is no recourse to define them as wood for fire or life to be consumed in the ravages of your lust to consume. For you to decide their fate when they belong to God will end in a final conflict or your losing. Where you will have fulfilled the irony of purpose and decide to live the life of predetermination of those who were made to feed the maw of Gehenna’s unending flame.

At once. To the molten light meant for you alone. There is no desperation in sound thinking. No willing praise to darkened hearts. Finishing has always been the only objective. Not even doing quite well the spice. There is time upon us all. A compelling offering of opportunity. This is not a trophy shop. The lure of easy money and praise tests each of us. Often it is what you do not do that defines you.

Winnowed hearts refusing to look back upon the world when beckoned to God by angels in salt’s freedom. Where to now my kind friend? No snare or captive bait. No freedom but the will to do otherwise. Pretty things upon the hallway shelves all basking in the light of eye’s hunger. Not a journey made easily alone in memory of the cave of lions in quiet mouths. For these are men who will turn your worth away.

Forsaking the will of a wounded faith. No doubts for this ground may not be held by bandaged feet. For lions roam seeking our mastery, craving our core. Safety is not a place or measure of mendacity. Deep, roots, planted at the edge of river’s source. Fruit replenished at the well of springs. Walking the road of days yet mired in pollution of man. We proudly speak of nothing and find hope in our peace.

The World Calls. Not a cry of promised slumber, rather the shiny appealing indentured slavery to things and bells and lights. It is not enough to turn away. We must simply make a decision to not want any of it, instead turning to the hope of unknown promises of God. Realized that the things beyond Dominion, those wonders beyond the imagination possess limitless appeal to a man or woman seeking wonder. I am awe stricken by God and I am sorry none of this compares because He made all of this. What comes next for me.

Birds in trees idolized by the spreading wind humming along in concert. Dawdling in the noonday shade, whiling away time as if was never scarce. Too many reasons not to push the gas, too many doubts to dawn this armor, too many unspoken fears and what ifs or whys. We came to dance but we never learned the steps because we were really meant to be at the parade. The only thing we hope for is a partner who is understanding in retreat.

What light calls my name? What wind seems to lure me onward? What sun compels my heart in darkness? Way too simple to pretend I am anything other than the cowhand I was always intended. I cannot farm the lilac or contend in sonnet with time of seven eight. Too far from proud, with bent back, broken spirit and worn out excuses I simply don’t have the energy to act if acting were my gifting. Slinking back into the frozen tundra, hidden in the tans and whites of winter.

Two bits and a name written on a folded bond. Pushing carts of the in-useful to a place where I may watch over it for fortnight. Longing to be free of this quest to speak in a base tone that makes me believable. It is okay to fail myself, but there is no way to fail God, for He shall provide where I am short, of poor character, treasure or stature. The only prayer is that as I mess things up entirely He turns all things to good and makes a way to bring Glory to His Name. I only pray now that I am forgotten in His Honor.

Having lived in moments so specious to remember, the recollection always take the same mold. Too short for sheets, shoes and sandwich. Too broad to reposition. Too lean to live on the gristle. Life should be a resounding, long swell of waves in applause, sanction and gratefulness. The braid of fear and indifference are scissored and sprinkled upon my limited inducement of rousing bravery. For I see the way this is going and I know that somehow God will bid me run onto the field of battle with a raging smile and cantankerous heart. To war we go in pleasure, mustering courage and judgment from my short supply, firm in God’s faithfulness to provide what I have never had.

In Brilliance Father show me the light of those things beyond the closed doors that no one may open. I want to hear your voice clearly in the dawn, midday and dark of dream. Unfolding walls concealing the fields beyond, colored by pageant hues my mind presently may not conceive. May the understanding and perspective focus upon this world be one taken from a parsec away, washed in the light of dwindling suns.

Must I suffer my own ignorance, ignobly for a long season of deprivation? Looking into a lens darkened by the reprobate thinking, absent resolve and logic unavailable to my frailties? May the firing line be clear, targets measured and known and aim certain. Waste dissolved in the appropriate and confident application of gifts, clarity and reason.

Let none pass who do not sense, feel or know your Love through me. May my words be solid in their healing and encouraging nature. May the ground rise to meet my feet as I rush along the skinny path as time seeks entropy toward your renewing ends. Let me support not convince or order. Let me imbue not seek to manipulate. Let me forgive never holding back the soft, quiet reliance upon the beauty of so doing.

To west I go not because the dawn or man’s voice bids me, but as the setting of sun finds its rest. Tomorrow is not a day but an outlook upon unfolding purpose. For in our budding we know the flower arrives in due day and season. When things occur in mystery having been presented not pursued then and only then do my feet feel at home with life. Waiting for the things unknown to be revealed in timing undetermined by catalyst or worry. Finding my way to the foot of the throne in peaceful repose before God’s waiting feet.

Willing disarmament not as cowering dog, but anointed trust in God’s defensive deliverance. Let us not ramble or mesh argument with historical text or philosophical position. For this is context to obfuscate. Faith is not an explanation or quibble. Having heard and believed the Gospel the argument is now moot. Only the tests against that faith apply. Perhaps it may be argued that the arguments themselves are narrow obstacles to solidify established faith. However, the test often deflects from the true test of offering love where doubt and hate reign indifferent to the Grace of God.

The revelation of past concealing, deceptive techniques or hidden truth becomes the period of our maturation in discernment. For unless deception exists the elaborate relationship with Spirit may never show prevalence in authority over all dominion and principality. The enemy serves God as do all things in creation. Therefore the Bible clarifies that the duty of the body is armoring against the power of deception through the fullness, knowledge and relationship with Christ. In conclusion, we choose to see that every situation, especially those replete with deceptive currents of land mines and undertow have been planted for faith’s victorious march toward the hereafter.

But what of the consuming, clarifying and transformative power of God’s Love in Grace? There is no defense against love. There is no power that surpasses the active gift of love in the face of slight, pain or contorted personality. There is no greater attachment to the Divine than through the observance and gratitude for having first loved humanity. The resolute in defeating Sovereignty rush to arms race in hope of somehow surpassing the immutable. May love be stored against armament? What well of the soul may manifest reserve of love to victoriously overcome any immovable object? This is the mystery of the union, rebirth, sanctification and kinship with God.

Why then would a man pursue the greatest hand to hand intelligence when it is the overwhelming, unbeatable power of love that remains the greatest power man’s disposal? There will always be knowledge and wisdom in preparation. We know not what may be confronted around the mountain bends of skinny path. However, the ardent and understandable practice in love is indispensable upon this journey to everlasting. The true application of deception would be to steer men into misdirection of violence and battle prowess rather than the courageously calm resolution to Stand against all that comes in the faith of God’s promise to overcome it all. In Jesus’ name standing is the greatest application of faith, courage and trust.

Not the happy commandant of this faux enterprise. Charlatans are seldom made happy in the revelation of truth. Subject all my works to the fires seen only in the mirror of God’s unbending Will. May those things which remain be gold and gems tested and found true.

My self-pious performance always leaves taste of liver and onion. Bitter, sadness and elite prognostication, outcomes of the foolhardy, believing themselves the best answer divinity may provide. Yet, few have known or even chatted with Almighty. And many simply lied.

A quest to bring about the scripted outcomes of my own pursuit. Offering explanation and submitting supporting characters and candidates to further my resolve. What a shameless way to express freedom and align myself with the Will of God in Heaven. Not my hopes.

For in the departure from the Divine I repeatedly arrive at the sour grapes of my own failed harvest. Please if you see me bid me well, give me hand or advice consistent with returning my rails to track and my words with Holy product. For the things that shall prevail must surpass.

Grateful for the chipping and pressure of this world. So blessed to be tested in the fires of life. There is only one way from here to there. I pray that my feet find that rare path and ne’er depart from it. For though I will a certain end, Jesus Christ alone determines my hereafter.

The humility and disgust I experience in remorse of seeing my sin are the catalyst of my resolve to stay closer to Christ Jesus. Therefore the mirror of the commandments remains essential in the transformation of all men, those seeking Christ for the first to find forgiveness and repair and those desperately relying on faith to keep them firmly on the skinny path to God.

With His Glorious help I will get there, stumbling as I do through the mire of my continued manly attempts to achieve the objectives of my failing flesh. I wish that it were otherwise and that I could demonstrate without mistake the unfailing resolve of my heavenly rebirth, but that would require no mistakes which are essential to this completed pathway.

I weep at my repeated and obvious willingness to fall short of Godly purpose. I tire of myself and find the disgust though clearly integral to the process of sanctification a distasteful guest to my otherwise restful home. Praise God for walking with me, KNOWING that my failures as abhorrent as they have been pivotal in any subsequent or consequential adjustments.

Control although a byproduct of relationship with the Holy Spirit are not my objective or cause. For applying my own controls denies, ignores or avoids the reality that becoming Heavenly in spiritual rebirth is a thing planned, conducted and completed by God alone through Christ alone. Establishing a desire or feeding the same to establish, maintain or rely upon the effects of my own controls upon the world is reluctance to acknowledge the sole Hand that may bring me into heaven.

Out over promontory. Reviewing the revelatory glory of God’s face in all creation. It shines so brightly that I am forced to shade my face. In the cool of midday the future bids respect. Whatsoever comes is neither fated nor separated from choice. Each of us is integral to the reality we face. For the separation comes hereafter, also by choice.

Flower, friend or facing fear. Though seemingly alone we have been left enough room to make decision. Knowing well discernment rooted in wisdom’s hope. Comfortable lodge with smokeless fire and companions. Reminded that freedom erects the light of ferocious living. Appeased by nothing living in the gifted peace of a loving King.

Long time passing summers preparing for the tireless cold. Not so old that love tarnishes the smile on the corners of her eye. Twinkling daydreams and nights free from salty tear. Left alone to reason and plannings moor. The poor evoke the discipline to endure throughout circumstance and find faith in the challenge of captivity.

Inclined to the whispers within my inner ear. Telling the chilling results of scientific indifference. When all things matter the choices as result are perhaps our greatest treasure. When standing at the foot of yonder mountain. One’s prayerful worship brings joy or seasoned longing. All together too soon we are gathered at the summit resolved.