What do you see now that was previously beyond your vision? Is now the time of spiritual purpose? Am I to remain within the frustrations of a world that is caught in the limitations of its entropy? Is that what they claim to seek in their grand enlightenment or to maintain dominion over those who struggle with eternity?

I am done in the employment of tools, talents and thinking that has repeatedly demonstrated its inadequacy for participation in the realm beyond the temporary. What then indicates a tether to that which is beyond a man’s antiquated reason? Do I look or emit an aura as many would argue commensurate with this transformative man?

Or, is it simply in the absence of historical action that I am recognized as not being of this timeline? Is my relationship to the eternal found in the newness of my reformation? Is it even noticeable through the lens of men ascending to the promontory of tempor-reality? Have we the spiritual vision necessary to even comprehend the data outside mortal reason?

Is it found in acquisition of knowledge as was made evident in the garden? Is simply knowing about a position of transcendence the necessary componentry to obtaining this state or capacity of reason? Is there a fruit that may be imbibed to elevate transition? This is the battle for hearts and minds in which we find ourselves embroiled.

One side believes it is something to acquire, download or ingest an ownership of relic, scroll or magic igniting us to stellar purpose. The other that it is only found in surrender to the Sovereign aspirations and commands of God Himself. Is that stubborn quality to place ones faith in works of science, song or effort the gate guard of opportunity?

That is the newness and import of all reason. Once found all shroud falls to the ground around our feet made new to step upon a path previously beyond vision. Love, pure love given in the realm of understanding that we alone may make a choice of which path to venture forever. One a quest to find the answer, the other surrender to the way.

What faith shall I place in man? In Myself. I know my heart and fortunately am willing to see and declare the wickedness therein. Salvation from death is the realization that sin is what caused our death. Remaining in sin is assured death. Therefore any rational, aware, enlightened man sees in himself the desire for ruin and turns away, known as repentance.

From what I am repenting, the enemy’s control over my life in deception, suggestion and lure to commit the same sins I myself have maintained? This life is my responsibility and that acknowledgement demands either I accept continuance in this faith in myself or desperately seek any avenue toward redemption and release from this abomination of a life lived foolishly.

Tell me, what is your boulevard to freedom from this self-perpetuated and inclined dedication to my own destruction? What is the imaginary or the vain? Who holds the keys to my own pursuits adhering to an immolation of all for which I quest? You would have me look to magic or to science in my rational pursuit of a way our of perpetual labyrinthine discovery.

Tell me what man made or crafted road leads to the eradication or cleansing of my sin? Trial by reincarnation of a thousand lifetimes does not free me but instead makes me worthy of an end to this travesty. No one declares the only path to a situation mandated and fed by my own volition as the self-provided freedom to a problem I could not conquer in a lifetime. That freedom has to come with aid from Divine intervention.

That promise of freedom and rebirth is only found and repeated on one path to emancipation, the Lord Jesus Christ and the Grace received by gift. If you wish for me to follow another path, where is the promise but in service to the darkness I have already admitted in my own heart. Frailty is not strength, buy the realization of my own inadequacy to free myself from that which take my life is perhaps the greatest surrendering frailty found in salvation.

I cannot hope to be free without acknowledging God as the source, the answer, the Way. In that acknowledgement I find the keys to hell, death and the permanent escape from sin by rebirth of a seed beyond the original fault of denying the perfection of creation. Eve’s wanting more opened the door to deception. Adam’s wanting it his way acknowledged his lack of Love and Respect/reverence of God Almighty.

He may only save me if I acknowledge the need for salvation. That salvation being from my own thinking or lack thereof. I stepped into darkness with the rest of humanity, a slave to the Father of Lies in that shadow of the man I was meant in creation. Now I follow the image of the Divine, born again to a new life only found in the seed of Christ’s suffering on Calvary’s Cross. I will never put faith in man again, but in the Twain man who gave all that I may be free from my own vain imagination. In Jesus’ name.

I see that which You through this pain have shown me. You are my first Love. Nothing, no matter how consequential to this life is worthy of that position. You alone are God. To say that I am sorry for placing anyone, any thing or any idea in that position frightens me in the humility of a man who knows the One who gave me and saved me so many times. There is no excuse, no reasoning and no explanation for my actions except spiritual laziness and self-service in the face of a Spiritual call to purpose.

Father, take away the dais from the Church, take away the altar as You have given everything in sacrifice, none be further made. My worship must be true for You alone and never be used for alternate purpose. I am no different than any man, especially those Brothers of Your Body, regardless of place for worship/membership. Let those true to you see the danger of placing organizations, individuals and man made rules/rituals in place of direct privilege in the Throne Room of God.

Lord may my heart return to its rightful place be the spark that rekindles the flame and awe of service to Your Plan for this life and the next. There is no good to come from backsliding away from our relationship and Your commands for my service to the Coming Kingdom of Christ Jesus, that shall never end. Thank you for showing me true and false love allowing me to see that investment in anything other that the Love with You and the Body is fruitless. The Love I give this world is that they may come to know You.

Lord I am a man of God, no titles needed, no self or audience elevation sufficient. The fact that I may be referred to as Shepherd, Preacher, Teacher, Evangelist or otherwise is acknowledgement of my duty to Your Will. I want no reward and am thoroughly fulfilled in Knowing You. To look upon anything or anyone with the humility and love that I have for You should only be done when You have directed it. I love these sheep Lord, I love those who have yet to know You Lord and I will love anyone You give me who will praise Your name having begun to know You by that Love You have shown through me.

Forgive me Lord, Revive Lord, strengthen and direct Lord to the things You have named precious. Never let me or those in this body veer from the skinny path, the only path to everlasting found in relationship with You. May You acknowledge each of us in Heaven that we may be certain, safe and saved in the Blood of Jesus Christ the King. May we grow as new born citizens of Heaven to bring glory, honor and praise to You. In Jesus’ holy name.

Walking around the tired bend with one good shoe. Mouth is dry, wrist against my hat soaked forehead. Trying to distinguish the Sunlight from the land up ahead. Casually, I rest upon my laurels, thinking old thoughts, surprised how slow I move onward. What day is this, as if it matters, asking myself to put at least one thought in this lousy old head.

Dancing circles round the moon, inviting it to call us captive. Befriending daisy’s of indifference, turning their blossom to whomever gives them sugar. I wanted to ask you something then I remembered it didn’t matter anymore, Cause time just chooses who it wants to shine, sometimes theirs infrequently mine. All decks lean toward London.

Emptied the cannons because the sea never hears. As if anyone cares that fifty odd rusty old kilos joined the deep in the secrets never told. She had stalks of hair a hay bale of a noggin. Trying to intervene without a scratch of throwing my back out sideways. She looked up at me with the crooked little smile and waited, presumably for me to say something worth hearing.

But the Cairo train was early so I caught a ride and sat against vinyl wishing my sweat were not so sticky. Applauding everyone who called me and willing to marry any who would feed the little man hidden deep inside. Which avenues of fury ferry in those who mean no well to anyone? Running lazy circles til the cows got dizzy, I dust of my pancho waiting for Jesus to arrive.

Alive and incendiary hoping something pounces so I can set its heart aflame. Taking seriously the requests of evening to introduce the morning. Tears and smiles alike we took our dusty bags and walk ol’ Heaven’s mile. Too afraid to scramble and much too tired to swim, we decided just to dally in the nonchalance hoping that someone would ask us the proper time.

Asking for inspiration embraces anticipation of the unknown, in direction, primal intention and urgency of mind and foot. There is no resonance without cavity, yet the mountain hums. No understanding without context yet all crave some higher state or content. What makes a man seek?

Why do you look oh fettered man? What release beckons, no awaits your quest for emancipation? is it freedom or eternal misunderstanding of the shackles cast round your ankles, hands and heart? Is it so hard to love yourself enough to search for a place without dimension?

Do we so crave prisons of thought and person that we adapt addiction and yearning to work as new found master? What is joint venture and may two share the same dedication to service of the coming King? When and what have we seen that we may properly measure time?

What is a body or thought in discord with self or capture to the same? Teasing what we think to be mania, we assume to be always in the right. When person-hood crumbles who is recipient of lost fate? With the anguish of denied purpose signal or trigger alternative wicks of justice?

Flowing acquisition of victories untold, both new and far older than time allowed our vision. When days were yet crafted we stood aside amazed and overwhelmed in possibility and promise. Reluctant to look away our quaking hearts set aflame by the simplicity infinitesimal.

Enemies a dying focus of misdirected allegiance to a failure absent any hope or resolution. Still, nerves yet driven by expectation or planning, assuaged the effort and reloaded the adept. Faith um-pausing assumption all before us would be cleaned as path drawn in siege.

These memories trying the calm within this fiery heart, the cool of rained forest saturates my leaven. To right and real the heaven’s beckon, men of due recourse and assumptive reason. We left our fate to the hand of greater crafting than even the limit of our thorough eligibility.

Training for preparedness for all that is slated to be revealed. We sat inclined to the sounds and rhythms of God’s opus. Moored to those things set beyond the limits of reason to miraculous. Treasure’s brightly leading the dull fancied hope of this man’s determination.

What is the frequent result of supremacy’s meeting. Undone by thought and foolish heart to find the depths and empty barrels aligned with our reckoning. Learning the instant mechanisms of shock and realignment kindled by a view too glorious for understanding.

Light or dark. The fault lines shift. The end of the time of the Gentiles nears. Have you made your preparations. Do you know the King?

No one wants to have this conversation, except those who understand the gravity of our circumstance and time line. Do you know the King?

We all want to believe ourselves good enough, especially those with no fruitful evidence stuck in the same sins of our past. Do you know the King?

I tell myself fables and short romantic stories where I alone am the hero of the script I’ve written. Inconsistent with the Gospel. Do I know the King?

I walk with the worldly demonstrating no differentiation in our manners, prayers, hopes and vain pursuits. Why am I different. Do I know the King?

My prayer life is tiny, powerless and my intervention for those who might hear the Gospel message is almost non existent. Do I know the King?

What I tell me people of my ventures and my mysterious sojourn of infinite interactions. Are they done for the Kingdom of Self. Do I know the King?

What love we share is superficial, it’s unreal sponsored by moments that make each other feel good with no real enduring charity. Do I know the King?

I fear that all is done for my good fortune. I fear that the light has gone dim in the altar of my heart. I fear the wormhole to never-ending darkness. Does the King Know Me?

What captures my attention, gets all my investments and guides my every thought, action and outcome? Who am I to become. Does the King Know Me?

What do I mean when I tell some one I love them? What is it that I desire for them to give me in exchange? Does my will sponsor my objectives? Does the King Know Me?

I pray that we all know Christ Jesus and that He acknowledges each of us to God and His angels in Heaven. May He do wonderful things in and through you. May He recognize each of us at the moment of our departure from this life. May we all be welcomed into His Presence, Forever. The choice is each of ours. In Jesus’ name. No more time. NOW.

Have a lot of talents but never was a champion of anything other than telling people about Christ. You matter and that is an uncommon message in this world that is brutal on the vulnerable. Those who have been representing the King have been given poor instruction and purpose definition. Loving people doesn’t have an agenda, nor does it follow the paradigm of Church campaign. If our power is the Love of God then why do we abandon all authority replaced with good or business based intention choosing analytics of Sovereign equipping?

People so often tell me that they lost their faith in God because the world is the world and it never stops being a pattern of human disappointment. I don’t fault them in their despair. However, to blame God for man’s continued failure at being Humane or the circumstances not advancing to meet our expectations is perhaps a bit myopic or self defined. That actually is the point of God’s intervention, because Men never could fix this problem that they created. God’s intervention is all about Trusting Him over human capacity to make this right.

That is why God’s Grace is an “offering” to those who want and choose His intervention of Hope. Men will try “real” hard to master this world. That is the deception so easily used to capitalize in our desperate defeat, having been caught up in the lie of self justification. If I never could achieve then smashing my forehead against the same piece of granite in perpetuity is going to produce the same self injury. Water shows us the path to mastery is the instant choice of the path of least resistance. Surrender to God in acceptance of the offer of Grace is that logical conclusion.

Why, do men continue to choose the path of greatest resistance? Well that answer will win you every book deal and prize that men can muster, but few will inevitably choose that answer for it requires “Surrender” which to most of us is the death of self-actualization. Ironically, that is the mysterious answer to the damage of this world, the feeling of inadequacy and the nonsensical pursuit of impossible tasking. Surrender is the answer as well as the things all men fear collectively. That is why the key is humility before God’s Sovereignty. We cannot find Grace without supplication before God’s Throne.

Why then would men continue on this unpleasing road of self reliance? That is the deception and the power over men’s mind. If you wish to see the Hive Men of humanity it is not found in enlightenment but in the caustic dependence upon the premise that we ever had the power to overcome our frailty. Salvation is a thing of God. Therefore, identity is a thing of God as well. If I am determined to get there myself then I never could get there from the outset. Salvation begins with acknowledgement of this ideal. That’s what God’s Word tells us throughout the Old and New Testaments. We created a debt we could not pay and plateau we could not reach. Only He gave us the way to a new paradigm of life everlasting. The Only Way is found in Jesus.

Easy, this run from ridges and harlots to mountains of silence promised. Equipped my soul to reach for stars yet risen. Seeking in the rubble, remnants and spirits of all my pleasures forlorn. Substantial, forbidden, in the fog of freedom’s mindset the character is abandoned.

Behind. Why sorrow in gardens and vestibules remembered only by the lust to call them plenty? What peace have I eluded? Are comfort and pride unique bedfellows? Chasing after the same graven images of days not so soon forgotten. Days of shrines and fields of grain twice broken.

Fertile. The sons and daughters of dry lakes and seeds left dormant in their wakening. Purpose found in intrinsic value discovered. Shaping the world around through aiding in discovery of relationship. Sorrows, fear and aspirations relieved the autonomous struggle revealed making way for freedom to be released.

I miss you even when you’re here. Watching as you leave peace undiscovered or revealed, yearning for release. An open door that is never used for to do so would let go of mooring, past and useful pain. Staring at the answer and wanting it to have a pretty pink bow or sparklers.

The air must be cleared. Things made right. No night left to waken a morn without completion. No final foundings. No remorse. Happenstance be damned in the intentional aspects of a life lived on purpose.

Letting today become yesterday worrying about tomorrow. Part of process shaped and memories interwoven with the things yet laid born. A breath properly released feeling the perfection of promised peace.