What does one say when the lies have been so thoroughly disseminated and infused into public mindset that to mount any angle of conversation creates ravenous response revealing demons in the machinery?

Perhaps, this is a pregnant opportunity? Firstly, establishing the voice of self and the Voice of the Good Shepherd. For my words in defense of reason are not His Words in defense of the Gospel, objective, Sovereign Truth.

What is the sword of the Spirit of God’s Word? Break that down, Sword: metallic weaponry, primarily offensive that may be used to conquer and repel enemies. Spirit: the nature of a being that surpasses the simple carnal aspects of living, God’s Breath into man. God’s: Sovereign aspects owned solely by the Creator, the only Objective thing in this dimension. Word: an instrument of discussion to be known to have been with God at the beginning and established as God, the declaration of Objective Truth supporting all realities the seen and unseen.

Beyond those definitions there resides a deeper understanding of the sword of the Spirit. That is, the POWER incumbent to God with us, the Holy Spirit of God Almighty. The power that made all things is present in the Word of this Sword, in that when the Gospel is Spoken it is the Objective Power of God compelling even light into action. When loosed this Sword is the power higher and greater than all other things in any realm. It is Christ Jesus in the power to make or unmake Creation itself. From this Sword of the Word of God all things must flee into compliance.

In this knowledge is understanding. For I no longer stand myself against the powers and principalities of darkness and the heavenly realm. I now stand as a vessel of God’s Holy Spirit, speaking the Word/Jesus to any power set against me or against His Will. I now have the capacity to evoke the Power that made all things and am no longer a defenseless or mortal man standing in my own inadequacy to defend against or compel powers and principalities. I am objective strength in a subjective world.

What an environment of change and hope, not in the things of our own planning and purpose but the revelation of the Sons of God and His Soon Return for mankind. These are not times for those who are weak in Will or Spirit, for the Dominion of the dark with deceive and overtake all those absent God’s Indwelling Presence. Do you feel overwhelmed or perhaps have convinced yourself that your money is sufficient for your endurance. There is no other path than that found in Christ Jesus and He commanded His Apostles and disciples to wait upon the Baptism of the Holy Ghost, without which all those who would be saved are powerless.

No audience, not ties or tributes. No dreams for fulfillment’s sake. Just brief tortured analysis and deep rhetoric tossed about a titanium mind. What will is broken in pieces to become land mines for the heavy footed? You are not my nonchalant request. Quagmires fallen. These are not the shoes for such wearied feet. Stolen liberties and criminal associations of character and foolish pursuit. The brackish waters of your wounded mindset continued to hold me to a concrete stairway crashing Earthward. I don’t intend to hand you a patterned smile in diamond dentures.

Fresh air. Plummets toward opened lung. Cooling, grounding as slippery rock to waiting waters. What betrayal the stars predicted. And yet our eyes were captured by the lusting hearts and shade. The promenade of men lacking the one thing that held their universe together. Loving only change as rocket loves the separation from the sky into vacuum and dream. Hold this hand not too tightly that I see your upset, indifference in insecurity. That I may taste the pulse and rhythm separating Spirit from Soul. Into the glades at midnight the fear shrouds the absolute panic of the dark slithering waters.

Sing whether from the frosty depths or the tinny shadows of gravity’s clutches. Elements revealed in anguish holler. Pipes and thrushes. Whistling, pops and chirps from the treetops unseen. I have clutches for the power within you. I seek your expression not silence as the meadow calls the wind. Sweep across the open plain, in pain or joyous passion. Felled only by the pleasing call to sustenance. This is the time to seek the final opening. Drawing curtains with mighty sweep to cover our bows, tears and hugs between us. As we seek the cry encore. Hoping that they’ll leave us go for their always planes or trains for boarding. Leaving and love with the light burning bright in heart.

The right action sometimes hurts as we relinquish the will to see it completed. Watching sediment and ink draining from calloused hands we force ourselves to remember. Spinning mechanisms to figure how to pull them apart as they nearly threaten our existence. Fingers of emotion probing deep into the clasped circumference clawing. prying them to separated skies. Knowing my frailty to complete tasks that challenge all aspects of my worldly plan. I am left in my own footprint staring down at the pain I’ve self created.

The joy that some things may never be forgiven or excepted. Not by will or threat, but steeped in the promised love of hope. Together we looked to greater plans. Knowing ourselves pawns, challenged by the plausibility of motion. Steadily growing towards the corner of new lands born of acquiescence in learning. What then of the included pain of conscience or coincidence? As we are found among the forsaken bereft of life and heart.

They will kick open all the garage doors of the universe to quell their pain. Ignoble ideas founded that somehow the silence will forget them. Testing every concept no matter the danger to make a name their Fathers had refused them. Cauterizing themselves from the pain they’ve created as they convince themselves they pursue nobility and truth. Tasting, testing yearning for existence to bring into life the dreams beyond the dark quarter.

But what of my animus and the painted salve guarding flames that would consume awaited nightmare? Heart sizzling like gristle tongued by the edge of fire undistinguished. Beneath Giza and the realms of untold story they would have us simply compelled by unbelief or reason. Am in contempt of self writing to an imagined audience of one or many? These are not the simple obstacles of thought and reason left in array to impede your understanding.

How clear is a man allowed to be in public revelation of the inner Spirit? For years I have struggled with how much is too much, that having been said will relegate me to the persona non grata file for persistent insight. Especially with folks who have been brainwashed in society to believe that men are incapable of intuition of seeing through the eyes of those around them. Look I don’t fault you for being protective of the wounds you have so desperately hidden for so long from so many, but when you’ve come to a Pastor with these gifts please help him temper the sagacity. Salt does not seek to cause damage but cleanse.

You want me to be your “Friend” but in this designation it most often equates to someone who simply listens and never speaks. That is not why God made me a Pastor, that is not why I am filled with His Holy Spirit. I am not your enemy nor do I take pretense in believing that I have absolute freedom to fire, ready, aim in regard to the feelings of humans. Let us remember, you came to me, after long term review of exactly the talents, gifts and realism that I have never hidden in this ministry. I do not come to hurt, wound or exacerbate your wounds, neither did I present myself to obfuscate or allow myself to become part of the dysfunction they have created.

That being said, our job as Christians is love and projecting the fruits of the Holy Spirit on the sphere of our influence. Healing, reviving, raising from the dead, bringing the abundant Life that comes from a relationship with the Lord Jesus. Did Jesus leave people in a wounded state? No, he healed them, often with the conviction and truth that they had been spared in their illness. I am to be gentle, but therein resides a fine line of supporting or enabling the wound to save the person from the personal difficulties of seeing the gangrene within. We must be willing as Spiritual catalysts to open the bandaged wounds in order that Christ may cleanse them, bringing new and everlasting life. I am sorry for one thing, that I had to participate in any of your sorrow for that is not within my heart.

Please pray for and allow me some grace as I struggle with the harshness of my youth in being more gentle. I do so want to approach you and speak with you in full focus upon the right manner and pace of delivery. Can we agree that there was a reason we have been brought together and that is our mutual growth, health and maturation? I would in betrayal to the King and to myself if I were incapable or unwilling to be the man He created in this new wine skin if I stood by and allowed or enabled the very insidious poisons that left either of us in a dysfunctional or wounded state, especially when it may be admitted that is perhaps one of the greatest reasons our paths crossed. It must be addressed that many come to this Pastor proclaiming their love for me in a romantic sense because they have a need or yearning to be free of the wounds and then when Christ sets them free they suddenly lose that original need for this Man they have come to know. This has occurred so many times in a pattern that I would ask that you continue to look at me as Pastor, eschewing for reason the label of Friend, Mate or Man.

In order to see the wounded as they come within my realm of focus I must wear my heart upon my sleeve. This unfortunately or fortunately which ever your perspective opens me to the pain that they are feeling as if it were my own. Or perhaps if you want to view me in that regard you are looking beyond the man that I am. I am a Pastor it is not my career choice it is who I am. There may be a woman to whom I may extend the married grace of infrequently addressing the issues seen through spiritual insight which are often mistaken as analysis, but that woman is going to have to take her own health very seriously in mirroring the man she is with not the man she wishes me to become. There are places that people are going and there are places that they are right now, they ought not be confused.

So hard to imagine, having won before battle’s begun. Enlisting courage as confidence instead of fearing through night and storm. What then does man look upon as nothing closes in upon surety? Feet not breaking the surface tension, held aloft by the unseen Hand of Almighty God. Together on the other side.

Wobbling inertia. Compensation indirect. Circumventing the cache and repositories of passion. Reluctant in admission to relentless expectations and analyses forgotten. Patterned only by the best options available. We sought the sweetness of home in our foretelling. Breeze upon sun bright skin.

All promise observed in our reflection. Knowing destinations beyond the nearest star. We calculate in reason that none shall heel or falter. To see ourselves in the eyes of children passing onward. We live direct unworried by face or failure. Only waving to the winds and passing seas on our way to destination.

It began at the Thunderous mention as the light became our guidance. Watching out for happenstance and disregarding sight. All believed that the heaven’s were our birthright and wilderness our approval. Finding not worth but love along the road to Trust. Into the belly of the beast we went awaiting our surrender.

Granted some effort is shy of understanding, but gathered within a man may unleash certain unrelenting torrent of skill, will and activity that he is viewed capable of moving yonder mountain. What if inside the mechanisms of personal fury the Creator dwelt, ready upon His Will to move said mountains to the middle of the oceans wide simply to make Himself known among men?

Take down the masks of fear, dread and measured expectation. Walk and think with the legs, hands and determination of the Father. Unleash that quiet echoing trumpet sounding broad as the voice of angels to calm the seas and spread hope across parsecs. This is the rebirth of man to something beyond his first fashion. Rekindled to burn with rage and intensity at the center of the burning Sun.

But remember the greatest strength permeating a man of God is Love. Not weak, flimsy, rose petals of harmonious whisper but the binding care and protection a Father has for newborn Son. Lead them as they have always been worth the gift of your own life. Treat them with the care you never received remembering the flesh that never could have fulfilled you in promise or purpose.

You want power than give up any measure of that wielded for self or man’s will alone. This is not some sorcerer’s stone, staff or potion lasting for a time external, but the indwelling Spirit of God bearing you to new life, giving you force, understanding and grace beyond any self-mastery. Teaching us truths beyond the realms of personal expectation and growth. Transforming you into part of heaven.

In You Lord I rejoice. No circumstance or evidence is necessary to fulfill the hope of my heart. In fact, my looking for events apparently is the avenue to susceptibility via deception. How may a man abide in You, Lord Jesus and be looking to the world for indications of the veracity of hope that should have been well written upon my heart?

Yes, we see the season of Your return and Glorious Appearing which I love, but knowing the season through evidence is not the same as having believed upon the promises of God. We clearly see that we are in the pregnant period for the Return of Christ. We are not looking to indications for date but rather a season to make ready our hearts and lives for that Return.

Say unto them, As I live, saith the Lord GOD, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel? Ezekiel 33:11. Therefore I take no joy in the death of those you want to come to the knowledge of the Truth.

The things that we see with our eyes, hear with ears and feel in interaction with this world let them be not proofs but reminders of promise and duty. We are here not to rejoice in the dying of the wicked but in the moments to tell them of the light with our tongues that may unfortunately used for slander. Let me love Father instead of rejoicing at those who fall before our favor.

In Jesus’ name I love you.

Bearing fruit does not include the worldly evaluation of how I spoke, how I said the words or how short I fell from your or my expectation. It is looking like Christ, not out of some master planned effort but through the Spirit of God Almighty having provided the seeds, fertilization and blossoms of fruit through the Branch of Jesus. I did not do well because I fell short of those things you needed to approve my performance. I did not do well because my connection to Christ either was interrupted, unhealthy or leveraged by His disapproval of my pursuits.

I was born again to look like Christ. Why then would I not look like Him? This is such an elementary Christian question that it boggles the mind we do not ask it of ourselves each day. Why am I not bearing the fruits of the indwelling of Christ’s Spirit? I believe we as a body avoid this question because we cannot bear the answer we inevitably receive. Three apparent explanations: I don’t know Christ in which case I do not possess the Spirit to bear fruit, or my actions are outside of His Will and therefore He is not bearing fruits through me or worse yet I have decided that I do not need to bear fruit for my own intended works are sufficient.

Man and woman are brought together for a union so powerful that God ordains it not be broken except by bond of death. Therefore, any union pursued for the sake of personal/emotional/financial/sexual fulfillment will always be outside of God’s Will, for absent that anointing and the commitment to go until death parts you there will never be sufficient salve to heal wounds and bear ample fruits. These not being of sufficiency or absent immediately force believers to face, avoid or accept the fact that the union is outside of God’s Will. It is a difficult and unpleasant truth to acknowledge however every believer needs admit and accept the facts making steps to rectify the position or depart out of in-congruence.

The pain created in this mature observation/action is always unpleasant, reflecting the importance of a vow before God. However, this may be faced in joy as a perfect indication of the consistency of pursuit of a particular marriage. In fact, if we as the Body were to use this measure to determine all things appropriate we would rapidly mature and avoid those situations that will not bear fruit when pursued. We must also understand that God will use all things to the good for those who love Him and walk according to His purpose. So, when we make poor or decisions that may be viewed as emotional when they crash as they must God will use it for good meeting the qualifying criteria.

It really therefore doesn’t matter how much I love you except as God provides that enduring Love through Spirit to lay down my life for the mate God has given me. No amount of self-help psychology or participative effort will ever match that unending provision of Spirit for an ordained marriage. Conversely no amount of attempted respect or reverence offered a man will be sufficient if not born of the representative union of a believer for God in the Spirit. We will give people either what we are capable of producing or we will give them the unending fulfillment of God’s Love found through Spirit. When approved by God I should have infinite love for my mate and the patience to find it each time the trials are beyond my own personal tolerance.

This is a hard truth for those like me who would love to find a good mate in this lifetime. The plateau it reveals is that I have either yet to meet her or that my own Spiritual Union with Christ is somehow absent. When connected to the Spirit I will bear the Fruits of the Spirit. So if those Fruits are evident in my life alone and not in any relationship I hope will bless it is painfully clear that I am to remain alone in God’s Will for my life. I will not discount that I have already found her or remain in waiting, but it does make clear that fruitless relationships ought be avoided as my own creation. If I have met her and there was no fruit and I was doing things that were inconsistent with God’s Will, until we are both within God’s ordained commands for a marriage that fruit will evade our production.

The secret has always been being in God’s Will as Jesus said, “ Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven”. If I am not doing the Father’s Will how may I ever rationally expect that a marriage I am trying to shoulder will ever bear fruits consistent with God’s Will? For it never will. They have failed from the outset when I determined to depart from what I knew was God’s Good and Perfect Will and never would have been fruitful without that consistent commitment. That realization though painful is the truth that sets us each free from our irrational pursuits and expectation in unions that are never going to bear His Fruits. No amount of effort, self-help or bargaining would ever make it any different. In His name on this wonderful day that He gave us. Jesus Lives.

I don’t know your answers, but I will ask the Lord for both of us. Thinking of words that were fashioned before time was an idea. I cannot resolve all the difficulties for there would remain no challenge in the campaign to become a better man. This day, these trials and temptations are meant for my transition, from carnal to eternal. As much as I wish to escape them and move to a comfortable easy stride perhaps downhill, that ease would not my mind or legs prosper.

Oh, easy street, when will you rise up to meet our feet? This is what I hear brandished about in the winny of human whim. My own heart fools me into the fantasy of comfort, thinking that is my perfect resting place. Though on the contrary this heart of pain and simplicity has born more growth in one months time then years upon the cushy bed of comfort. I would not wish the arduous tasks upon men but in season after season I see them and myself turned to better for it.

How is it that in getting older I grow less weak. Though my body and mind should naturally be slowing I find my strength renewed, increased in some defiance of the natural order of carnality. What is diminished by growth in everlasting? My heart, mind and soul do not like the efforts placed upon them yet they grow in endurance, character, hope and resilience when so pressured.

I do so miss the idea of love. Pausing throughout the day to imagine the depth and relief provided in a supportive wife, family and friends. God said it is not good for man to be alone, of that I have no doubt. Though being alone in contentment of His provision, protection and promise I have been able to help those who have fallen or become lost on the road to their Godly outcomes.

Can that be wrong? Can this man crave comfort, normalcy and repetition only to find within that framework the agonies of self reliance, complacency and sedentary reasoning? I am so sorry that doing God’s work makes this path appear the prison of my unfulfilling nightmares in that conversation we so crave with Christ. For when a man knows that which is right and does not do it that is sin.

Mine begins when I want to lie still in embrace. Comforted, emptied of the world’s concern, peaceful in my own definition of completion. Time and again I find the passions of effort, decision and more struggle than I may personally withstand the caveats to true attainment. I do not wish for rest, but know that my rest is in Christ Jesus, for He is the Sabbath. We seek peace yet do not know Him and therefore cannot know the true peace of God’s intention.

In my world there will always be More than enough, as God is faithful to provide for all of our needs according to His riches and Glory by Christ Jesus. I shall not be in want for I trust Him implicitly with the life He gave me. But this is not something within the grasp of most men or those who would be with them. I live in a perfect garden, not by man’s expectation nor the deceitful pits and voices of my own heart, but by the Grace of God for which I am created.

Is the light so dim that we assume our determined failure in the lack of factual, tangible evidences? What fruits do failure bare? Is absolution obtained through meager manly effort? What then is the measure of miracles? If they are achievable by men why then do those seeking them beg sorcerers, tyrants and kings?

What was there standard request of Jesus? What do we beg God to do when we are at the precipice? Can we fly from that perch upon which we self-elevated? What then of those with tainted blood simply seeking to touch the knots of His name? Why seal a tomb and place guards upon it if your campaign were susceptible to conspiracy?

They knew and so do we that God has come to Earth. And in our denial, blindness and lack of reverent fear we invent stories and vain imaginary explanation to rid ourselves of the pestering fear that He will at some point return in Wrath. It is not His logical dismissal that we fear but acknowledgement of the nightmarish Truth within our own hearts.

Now, as the evidence of heart and mindful upset increases they must again demand miracles as evidence of God’s presence. They must demand He come today or know the exact date of His return in order to access the Truth they have always know to be self-evident. All men are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights.

Do you think they were daft at penning this proclamation? Yet, those seeking absolute proof of what they know to be absolute proof continue to claim that men who believed upon Christ wrote a document having nothing to do with His Blessings, Law or Love. This folly persists and is self-indulging, just as my attempts to absolve myself of wickedness are futile.

I wasn’t save by parlor tricks. It took God’s sacrifice to reconcile me to His Throne and blessings. I could never do it. Do I now demand miracles as evidence of that sacrifice? How about the miracle that they so desperately try to hide, deny, explain away and change, the resurrection of the Lord Jesus that they cannot avoid or reconcile with history’s transformation?

My existence is rather insignificant. Ask those who have dismissed me from their frame of reference. They can easily banish any of us to the realms of nonexistence though it typically requires carefully gleaned wheat of fault, failure or rhetorical consequence. The difficulty resides in the pestering gadfly of God’s revelation before all men.

I possess no aptitude for miracles. I cannot remake my failures nor change my heart to be something that I could never personally obtain, the image and reflection of Christ Jesus. Yet, those who would dismiss this disciple struggle in their own consciousness with the fruits they see born by a man they have pronounced non grata. Since, they want miracles and know that I have none, it is then easy to relegate me to the rubbish heap of the unimportant.

However, as with dismissing Jesus they struggle to dismiss the Power of Prayer, the Light of Eye and the emergence of likeness of Our God. You see it is the most annoying argument for them as with Christ Jesus and people who follow Him without evidence they cannot dispel in miracle or prayer the glowing transformation within each of us.

That light burns within, however tiny its flicker it reflects upon the world without. Those who have been born again by the Baptism of Fire shall never be dimmed except by their own efforts to conceal that relationship as if it never existed. The dilemma for mankind resides in the revelation of born fruit, answered prayer, apparent miracles where there is no aptitude or power to deliver them. The truth in the light may not be dismissed. All crave it yet they have fallen in love with the lesser miracles of self.