So many things to consider when analyzing, compartmentalizing and reconciling all that daily transpires. Simply recalling or recounting the episodes and occurrence mandate long, deep and repeated discussion, possibly borrowing energy that could be spent on better things. In the short breath of days remaining, we find ourselves stretched to accommodate worship, prayer and study. This is the nature of worldly design. Attention, intent and outcomes captured.

Is it worthy of our focus? Is it of greater acknowledged benefit to turn our eyes, hearts and concentration to Christ with us? What after all is our optimal or peak performance as Christians? Are we best left alone, digesting the Gospel? Or seeking the opportunities as Daniel, Paul, Moses and Jesus accepted, being led by God’s Holy Spirit into the greatest impact for His Glory, honor and praise? There are so many times I wanted to turn my shoulders and walk away form the repeated travesties and tragedies of this world to be a pious, quiet monk, diffusing in harmony God’s Wisdom.

However, this was the greatest wisdom God ever gave me. Son, you love people and I am going to show you that they matter to you so much that you will go to the ends of the Earth to bring them to the Cross where they may accept my Grace. What does a man do with that introduction to love beyond his own comprehension? A love so grand it eradicates personal pursuit, trumps the benefits and powers of intellectual mastery and brings a man to radical, voluntary surrender to the will of God in bringing men back to Him through reconciliation.

Yes, this world is in tumult. Perhaps that is its nature as it spins in entropy toward remaking? Yet, we cannot lose focus on Christ by becoming enamored with the inadequacies and controversies of life such that we remove ourselves from the entire meaning of our participation in life. Yes, I walk with Christ Jesus, Keeping my eyes upon Him, listening and obeying Spirit’s conviction, direction and correction, setting myself apart from the world’s poison to arrive before God’s Throne of judgment and grace unspoiled, without blame. But. Christ calls me to set an example so steeped in radical love that men matter more than my own achievement.

For sanctification, glorification, eternal life and purity are things of God not of my own effort. Therefore to depart from a quest to see men come to God is in itself a selfish venture. I am not in the world to benefit from its treasures in use of my gifts to make a personal mark. I am here for the purposes of God, in reflection, example/ensample and love to kindle the flame of revival within each heart He grants me the opportunity to influence. This is not an opportunity to look away from the ghastly, seeking departure form the abhorrent things of man in search of nirvana or some green grotto. This is the battle for the most peaceful men of God’s faithful. The war for hearts, minds and souls found only in ignoring the yearnings of self, sin and stature to achieve the miracles empowered by God’s overwhelming Spirit of Grace.

Stark-raving evidence. Plaid arrogance and golden allegiance to heart’s yearning. Consume at any cost, including those acts resembling public service. Clamor and shout to have your signs imprinted upon the youth and elderly. Be to them what they never were for you.

Innocence unavailable and twice-less desired. Making a menagerie of paradise. Quickly posting equations as gang signs of the higher races. Perhaps they will never see inside the Faberge shroud. To the cloud of poison gases that have tainted hearts and mind?

Hoboken heralds of majesty and grace. Seated among the willing and absent. Into forgotten surnames we amble for connection to the Divine. In nature, in truth and in Spirit. No supporting argument necessary. We trod toward the dawn of eternity’s call upon mankind.

Cannot befriend the dark. No surplus or support for the river of wickedness that seeks division and destruction. A body is not prideful but looks to its own health before presumptive discussion of the faults of others. After all what is projection when positive?

This is no travesty or crusade of the victims in vulnerability. The joy of dancing when there remains nothing but joy to celebrate. Hope is the treasure of humanity. Kindness and love expression of that optimistic resolve. Into fate and circumstance we brandish the flag and torch of eternal light.

Calamity, chaos and embrace of the shadow. It fails to go unnoticed but loses the authority and shameful fear of its calling as tomorrow shall come regardless of false promise. Truth shall be spoken and wielded by those who have faith in that which endurance holds dear.

Of what may we be certain? God soon returns for wrath, Covenant fulfillment with the Jews, put the dominion of Anti Christ under His footstool and defeat the armies aligned against Him ushering in eternal reign. Regardless of political victories or losses God’s Plan is rolling up the old to be replaced with the New of God’s timely creation. However, the interval of peace in the millennium must play out the Rest Day of God’s 7000 years in man’s participation. The only dangling participle or vacillating variable is the decision each of us must declare for Christ.

Certainly, there are those who have been predetermined for wickedness and though it may be foregone conclusion of their eternal separation in the Gehenna, we may still show God’s love for them in prayer for His awaiting mercies. I see God’s enemies sowing the oats of their knowledge of their coming last stand for wickedness. We see it aligned, marshaled all evil against the imminent arrival of Christ and a vast destruction of His faithful/those yet to cry out for salvation.

What shall we do in the waiting pregnancy, the powerful quickening of hearts to eternal adoption in to the Kingdom of God? Are we stand motionless awaiting Christ? Certainly not. As I and many of you are hearing a call of God to return to our first love in study, watchfulness and prayer. The greatest separation from our norm is that none of this is practice any longer. We have reached the applicable time of our preparation. The time to stand in good courage, steeped in the knowledge and relationship of Christ within His loving Body to stand against the deceptions of the Enemy. Today the Power of Spirit reigns supreme.

How shall I bid you to follow without a call from the leader? I am powerless in the midst of your vapid understanding or spiritual lack of participation in/through discernment. As Jesus so effectively demonstrated a blind man’s flesh may be healed but it is the removal of Spiritual blindness that transforms his understanding. For even the wisest among men are confounded without a clear mirror of sin and the need or rebirth through belief. Now we are in the days of those things beyond the acceptance of Christ Jesus as savior. For have passed the adolescence of milky faith the express a knowledge and practical battle mastery in the meat/Fruits of God’s Holy Spirit.

I bid you stand in love with those of your body. I welcome your ardent and continual prayer for the dying and the speedy appearing of God’s Return. I urge your steadfast participation in the courageous stand against Dominion made firm with feet upon the Rock of Ages. This is the day of our patient proclamation of the coming Kingdom of God to the Heavens and Earth. Now is the time to leave no doubt of your adoration for God through Christ Jesus and the seal of His Overwhelming Spirit of Power and Provision. These are the days of encouragement for the faithful and conviction of the unholy who are captured by dark hearts and reprobate minds. This is the time to embrace rebirth for everlasting life. In Jesus’ name.

Peering out over a horizon, sometimes with topography tilted away in the distance. Recognizing the mire of the valley, hoping that when I trudge its silted sands that I am aware and protected from the disasters of clay and mud. Wandering the mountains in my gaze, I look for light or signs that God may wish to share or have me reside in His presence. Always watchful of the skies for trace of a return for which we hold tightly to promise and Spirit.

Nothing is beneath me, but may rest at its predetermined spot underneath the footstool of Christ Jesus. Knowing this natural, I absorb comfort of knowing that someday I will be set apart for His Good Glory. Even now I dream. Even now I hope and pray for purity that my walk and its reflection brings Glory to His Name. What purpose may I achieve through Grace and the Power of hovering, indwelling Spirit? What name shall be attributed in my passing.

The hues and stars astound. Confounded by the vastness and temporary nature of this abstract projection. Drawn and splattered cross the sphere for us. What Glory and evidence I have known are found simply in review of my surroundings and the marks upon Creation. The darkness of the deep stands against our watch. There is no fear but that of the Sovereign. For He alone may pass me to the realm of separation, not set apart for His Glory but expelled to eternal departure from all that is Good and Godly. Eternal unhappiness or resounding everlasting joy.

What realms have I beheld but those which my eyes allowed. And those orbs only capable of seeing those images designed for my perspective. What tainted heart have I escaped through extraction of it poisons and shadows cast upon the back drop of my willing corazon? I am to be careful for nothing but in all things through prayer and supplication make my requests known unto God. The foundation and certainty of rain, knowing that God’s Word always return on investment. That I shall have provision protection and promise even when no evidence of the availability exists. For this is a thing of faith not in self but in Him.

Wherever God leads, I go. Not out of the power or fear of command though a frightful thing, but out of joy and love for a tremendous Father. It is now or never. Anyone stating that they want to know God’s Will for their lives and subsequently ignoring, avoiding or quenching the direction of His Holy Spirit is a liar. So many walk along wanting the abundant Christian life and then immediately say, “I am not going to do that” when confronted with the convicting/leading voice of Spirit. How else do we expect to arrive at a place as a person we’ve never met knowing fully that we had no idea where or how to get there?

Yes, I am in my lane. Regardless of the mean and unforgiving spirit ruling your heart. However, my lane is as narrow or specific as God wishes. I own very little. The love I have for you weeps at your apparent lack of self-reflection and the bitterness in your core. Do great things for the Glory of God Almighty. No matter what He counsels. I pray for flight.

It is with great joy I sing, play or write in rudimentary fashion, for these actions are not to secure my own glory but to declare my love of God. Just as a new born babe or growing child, I have little regard for measures outside of legal, mathematical or musical law. For I no longer live by the law but by the grace and joy of the off key notes I offer for His hearing. If perchance, my efforts are found adolescent or foolish in your sight, then I thank you for seeing me that unrehearsed child simply in love with his Dad.

Please find the skinny path that leads to the Cross and enjoy the time with Father. May your investments always be fruitful, your provision timely and sound and your growth immeasurable by the eye of man. Whatever faults, mistakes or sins I have committed have been repented and decades ago apologized. Continuing to hold a man to account for actions of childhood when God’s Grace is sufficient, is inconsistent with Christian practice and understanding. I am sorry that I have hurt people, sorry for the horrible man that I once was, but I am no longer that person and your efforts to keep me in the mold are worldly at best and challenge God’s Direction to forgive and forget as He has done for each of us. I do not know the personal drives or hurt that cause such behavior but I have apologized and repented of anything I may have done in trespass. A man may not forgive the hurt of another man’s heart. He may only ask attempt reparations and then move on when unforgiven.

I am proud of what you have accomplished. I have no judgment of your behavior nor desire to make comment upon your walk with God. However, you have instructed I remain in my lane and by your own pronouncement that is what I am doing, following God’s anointing for this life. Thank you for accepting the burden of unforgiveness. I would ask that you take those bricks in your pack and lay them before God’s throne taking back His wonderful peace. In Jesus Name be blessed and ready for His Return.

It is practical to seek peace, while continually denying the relentless truth that men have never wanted or pursued it dissolves the possibility of its empirical observance. Throughout history men in authority and women of power have sought to consume, ingratiate and broaden their wealth, power and self-glorification instead of achieving lasting peace. Certainly Rome and other empires have proclaimed an “Age of peace” only to expand, aggress and subsume those aspired lands, treasures and peoples. It is a ruse when men of political or military fortitude call for peace never once expressing true intention of maintenance to the same.

What do I want if not the solitude of personal and family living to develop a routine consistent with higher thought, relaxation and growth? We all seek money and leverage to build a life that allows some measure of safety and freedom to embrace the better things of life. Seldom are war, rape, theft, murder and dominance listed among those desired qualities of the good life of advanced societies. However, in silence we consistently see historically these outcomes are the most likely achieved. The quiet, aspirant and advance life is seldom found which may be partly because we fail to study history and in so doing see that men have always sought dominion.

Though many liberal idealists cry or wax philosophic regarding a general collective love and regard for the masses, even the Christian Leadership has stolen, pillaged and smitten all having the unfortunate opportunity to test their declaration of wanton peace. We generally want to believe ourselves righteous, but when our behavior and works are reviewed we find a hypocritical allegiance to the same self aggrandizing plans of tyrants. Sure we label those small few as “Saints”, either self proclaimed or given titles by the organization that so desperately crave itinerant models of their piety. However, the veil removed they were rarely even marginally better people than their predecessors.

This is a time of rational self-reflection mandatory to practical lifestyle. The simple art of living may not be achieved without first having honestly embraced the availability and necessary character analysis. If I am to be a good man then I need to commit to living according to a model of those good who have gone before me. Or my allegiance to ambition is only imaginary. Therefore, living a good life demands that observance of previous achievement by those I would obviously admire or esteem. Since, history is rife with those who have done wrong with rare indications or documentary of men of righteousness, then we must demand to be shown such model as may be followed. Who do you submit as such model?

There will be no lasting or real peace on Earth until the return of Christ. Therefore, the Bible indicates when men declare, “Peace, Peace, Peace destruction will come” Why would this be the truth? It is clear that men have fooled or outright lied about the possibility and the desire for peace. They say they want it but pursue war, chaos and oppression of the vulnerable and innocent. It is clear that they are using this general global peace longing as a deceptive lure to manipulate the continual conquest of man’s longing. So, in the ultimate slander of the cry for peace they will repeatedly call for its implementation fully recognizing without acknowledgement that they never wanted it and neither had intention or capacity to produce it. The Prince of Peace is coming and those who falsely proclaimed its arrival will desperately seek to hide from His accountability for eons of dissemble.

There’s talk of escape. Sneaking out the back, down the mountain pass. To land’s of hope and joy. No burdens remaining. As we adjust our eyes to the bright celebratory light. Sometimes I weep until sleep reluctantly embraces my shame. All the while finding home for my significant suggestions. Having gained access to favor. Washed in the candor of remade success. Yet, as the will to find relief surrounds a call to stand in good courage appears right.

Mention of mindfulness and avoidance. The painful ideas of yesteryear that stymied the best of men are lain down for pursuit of promise. What does this abundant day possess? How will sense of bounty reduce our collective fear? Have we gone as far as forgetting our open wounds such that they are now immortal scars of passage? Beset my youthful wings that I may traverse the universe, handling imagination as the real foundation and likelihood of ebullient song.

Oh stand in chorus our jubilant hearts or kneel in the quietest moments of God’s quickening Hand. Far too frequent to forget and woefully short to remember. Hand in mine I twirl for the girl and bow to my neighbor as hands aloft we parade toward a faithful end. Redeemed, no more war with sovereign command and less regard for expectation. In peaceful gain we salute those who have fallen to the awe and wonder, making way for the young to sing a new melody with bursting heart and voice.

Waylay the sullen, somber woes of hearts stricken by disorder, chaos and plunder. From under the pillow pull a single silver sovereign. Child’s play and parent’s prank to keep the hope of youth upon their visage. We are free from the frozen counsel and hearts in ice. Atoning for nothing but contrite to the might upon us. Wanting to be free but never having known the power, promise and perfection associated with surrender. We devise new plans hoping to make our way to King’s audience.

Into the blue of expansive sky we plunge, never wanting the tether to draw us back to mount. To stay alight forever harmonizing with the light and poetic dawn. All memories expelled but that which brought first smile. Relieved and breathed anew. Born of heavenly seed forever. What day shall hold us tight when the night is drawn asunder? Who will count us lost when we are found written plainly in the Hand of Saving Grace? What look of gold shall shine from face and sail proclaiming the race is won, the anchor cast off the seek and be found by eternity?

Eyeing tomorrow from penchant angle, so specific it targets and elucidates the caverns of hidden mind. When viewing future or concocting revisionist history the pen wobbles until righted by allegiance to perspective ambition.

What felled towers remain, embraced by the brasos of belief? Kept aloft by the struggling foundations of ill pent wishes and yearned-for objectives. When children begin the lie it is perpetuated and made perfectly immobile in adulthood.

Can dreams sustain dissemble? Can empty fist slake blatant hunger for that which is right? Where will the false reams of evidence be stored to counsel those left famished? Into relief none perish as the heart of truth feeds all.

Bravo!, chimed the petulant. Dancing in streets aflame with the remnants of God’s continued blessing, given as sacrifice to the imaginary projection of trans-humanism. What artificial thought may cover the bruises and riven persona?

Oh air to wings bent and folded beneath the weight of man’s folly. Laughing in hilarity at the advice and wisdom offered. We stand alone, bereft of territory, hope and purpose, as the waters of splintered men beckon us to mammalian failure.

Easy to see. The bright colors of her heart. Looking faithfully at tomorrow. Not weighed down by the world. Walking simply in the breezy afternoon. So full of nice things to say about you.

Remarkably forgiving. When so many would fight for empty ground. Taking things in stride. Open wide to find the witness she once borrowed. Telling tall tales of peace, hope and love.

Remembering all that we’d forgotten. Of motorbikes and cotton clouded skies. The false reasons twisted our agenda. And we once again found footing in fields so freshly mowed.

No more lies to sell or surrender. Open season for the warmth of waiting pies. To delight in pleasures of each moment. Giving up the fearful spate of jealous eyes. We hovered nearby.

In glory we found purpose. In dreams we ransomed all our doubt. Always forward no more time for minds to wonder. Investing in reason we released the power of undaunted words.

Proclaiming she’d made happy, the plans she’d concocted in sad moments. Relinquishing the footholds of our enemies. We found relief. And pleasure once again spoke our names.

The size and shape of honor. The character to reach beyond each star. Codify the misgivings of our wisdom. Taking twain as we skirted jubilation. Soaking tears in rain.

The helical whisper. Sage and brooms of dandelion brush. We smelled the wind for answer. All the while infrequent in our pester. Leaving room for hearts and minds to author change.

It is not as simple as you project. Far less complex. You would like to discuss rage, no waging wars when peace the objective and perspective. See fury only goes until all else is consumed and one masters the aspects of freedom through the power to compel action and reaction. Where the products of love resolve there is always a twist, unexpected miracle and mystery beyond the base spirit of domination.

It is not the time to for towels to be thrown, but stance, not filtered in fear or ambition, but endurance. These are not the days for long breathed sighs of disgust, remorse and regret. Moments of forgiveness, unbridled discussion of the things that are rights and worthy of discussion or right performance. Days of hope in waiting patiently for something beyond the standard will of man looking beyond the shroud of our own imperfection.

My ears swell with mortal cries of capitulation. Territories ceded and ground given as echos of character are disrobed to accept or settle the new resolution. What is left no longer union with higher thought or patient reliance on the things yet seen. It is not evidence we seek but a certain knowledge of those with belief beyond the power of single eye witness, but collective and individual understanding that there is always a space beyond our thinking.

Both sides believe themselves correct. Though one willing to look at problems beyond self-resolution. Our territories marked and labeled, so fearful of lost stature, label or painted pride. So colorful yet grey in the sadness of inflexibility. So destitute in the lacking hope of promise. Promise given in oaths beyond the power of flesh and magical sequence. We stand to reach outside the realm of what our words deem possible.

Limits, self imposed or stacked by social standing. The simple quest of sinlessness compounded and reinforced by my yearning for all things foul. What lands reside beyond the river of my self reluctance or surrender? What levers employed when using the weapons of godly understanding. Too small to stand so tall against giants of mystery and complex wonder. I resolve to do the least of things with the greatest possibility of evolutionary outcome.