Do we feel the tug at our hearts? Are we being forced to define our stance, making it impossible to reside on the fence of complicity and comfort? Can we maintain the position of simply watching as the world begins to cascade into whirlpool? What is belief if not followed by defining character and action?

Look not everyone needs to do anything or take a stance for righteousness, but isn’t doing so acknowledging the choice between those who believe unto action and those who never believed at all? I don’t want to be known as one who stood by and could have taken action but was risk adverse as I found action inconsistent with my personal planning.

To Love isn’t simply a statement it requires the commensurate actions of Love that truly define its existence. I can tell someone I love them to get what I need from the relationship and then watch them wither away in poor health, hunger or depression effectively negating that love or defining its nonexistence.

Is there a measurement of requisite action necessary to prove Love? Well I don’t know but Jesus’ Does and will lead us into that perfect understanding through relationship with His Holy Spirit and Belief upon the Word and Promise. Perhaps asking someone what they need in Love and then adjusting that through Prayer and realistic provision is a good start.

I don’t want to simply have roommates. I want family. Why, because family surpasses that requirement for love of which we’ve spoken. Family is not an accident it is a commitment to join in tandem against the amazing trials each of us will face. Family uses the equipment of love to rise above many of these examinations and prevails together where many go it alone.

I cannot chose your choices, they are yours alone to make and either rejoice in the positive outcomes or rejoice in the impacts of inaction, wrong action or folly. What I can offer is to love you throughout either. That is love to face whatever comes together in one commitment to make it to the other side of each storm and blessing.

I want to be fair with others and myself. The questions I ask myself are not only to encourage and find joy in this journey, but to identify those areas of concern for prayerful change.

Therefore, what may be used in judgment claiming that this process elevates me in superiority to those who do not follow its path must be surrendered to God in humility, gratitude and prayer or it too may become idolatry.

Do not follow me unless I follow Christ Jesus. Do not believe that following, liars, idolaters, whoremongers, thieves and homosexuals is following God. For it is in direct conflict with God’s Word on those who not receive the Kingdom of God.

We are in a time when men have created a State Religion in 325AD, go read history. The Pontifex Maximus, the High Priest of all Pagan Faiths in Rome, ordered that the Christian faith become the STATE RELIGION. And, furthermore that to establish the superiority of that faith he moved the Empire of Rome to Constantinople four short years later.

Now that move, that structure demands that we place men above God in their control of our Faith. Just the other day, the Leader in the Empire of Britain in the ROMAN city of Londinium proclaimed by mandate that the faith of the Anglican Church would return to Mother Rome. These are men making decisions for those who Follow God alone through Christ Alone.

They claim reformation is over and now begin the steady march of returning their human control over something they were never given authority over, the Body of Christ. There is no other head of the Church but Christ Jesus, not me, not any other man who be great or petty tyrant in control of that which only the King of Kings and Lord of Lords commands.

Now they dispel and deny entry into the Church of those who are deemed political opponents. This is idolatry and worship of men over the Sovereignty and Grace of God. We don’t get to decide about Grace. It is offered by the call of God upon our hearts and answered by our humble acceptance of the gift of God and the seal of the Holy Spirit.

As Pastor this demands mature understanding and application of God’s direction by the Holy Spirit of Promise the only thing that makes any man or woman born again into the Kingdom of God. Demanding Water baptism is a misunderstanding of the Baptism that is required the Baptism of Fire that John the Baptist promised via Jesus’ arrival.

I cannot simply look away as the worldly enter the Church for the Book of Jude promises the outcome is being infiltrated by those who are condemned to separation. However, I will know them by their fruits. For the purpose of worldly bounty and blessings we have forgotten the discernment of the Holy Spirit and God’s increase by placing men who are adept at manipulating mammon up on the dais equal to Christ Jesus.

Back to the subject at outset, the perhaps unwelcome but necessary internal review incumbent to a man who neither wishes to be too hard on himself but must take internal examination to offer the necessary changes up in prayer before God’s Throne.

Peter says that Judgment begins at the Church. I believe we have arrived at this timing in man’s role of God’s Planning. We are seeing revival, however real, we must exceed and acknowledge that has only occurred because the robust delivery of sufficient pain that mankind is currently experiencing, without which we would go on our merry way.

Although, I do not wish to assume my unrighteous need for transformation that is what the Bible tells me in the truth about my own intentions and desires of my wicked heart. How else would we arrive at an understanding of the requisite “denial of self” required to pick up my cross daily and follow Christ.

So I do not wish to escape the truths about me, especially those that are non complimentary. I want to be honest both in criticism and encouragement. I am not the weak man that many seek to play out the role of wounds that were forced upon them in their youth. Neither have I desire of tyrants to dominate everyone around me but to do my part to live in peace and harmony with those around me.

This must be challenged when shepherding God’s Church. There are no men in charge of the Church. There is no right to demand those things Christ does not demand of humans to receive His Gift of Grace. For whatever reason, litigious, personal, deceptive or however well intended they are violations of my primary objective to follow Christ in Love.

Why were we shown the qualifications of the two thieves dying next to Jesus if this were not the case? There were no baptisms but that which God created in: death, burial, resurrection and ascension of Christ Jesus through the power of His Holy Spirit. Man’s intention on making faith a complex philosophy are impediments to peace, power and promise found in relationship with Christ.

To that end you are free to pursue Him with all gusto or not pursue Him. However, if you come into the paddock for which I have accepted God’s anointing them expect to meet a shepherd of watchful inquiry. I love you but accept God’s challenge that the Church is a comfortable and broad mustard tree in which the demons and agents would love to nest. You will find no such comfort here, Just as my own sin must be denied that comfort. For I am not in charge of God’s Body I am simply steward accountable to God for that privilege.

Something pure, something kind that reminds us of peaceful summer days where we are invited because everybody loves us. Compassionate to a fault, remember each time we offer suggestion how it felt to be criticized by those who claimed adoration. The implausible relief of finding it is okay to let down our guard in safety or security that shouldn’t by experience exist. But we have seen a way that is better than subjecting everyone to the pressure our thumbs upon them. Truly respecting and appreciating what God has given them to employ in world increase or bring to the table for discussion in good measure.

Is it okay for a gentle man to exist without the consistent need to defend himself with aggression or sustain the pressures of those seeking control of everything that they see? Never okay to be what you are when it means that you reveal a heart with compassion for all things including a protection of the weak or those easily manipulated. Must you rip the appellate from each uniform you encounter or teach everyone with challenge that they are better off simply standing clear? Why do they teach you to be cruel from young age, because it is a necessary function for survival in a world of contorted thinking. That everything vulnerable must be enslaved or each bit of beauty marred by the violent ravage.

Is it okay to love so deeply that it reminds you of this abundant life in the swells of your deep affection for mankind or beast? Certainly not, unless your self defense skills are sharp. Never thinking of reaction or hurting something driven by internal pain done us in the darkest moments of our past. For what taint is placed within many that we must pass on the slavery of emotion given us by errant behavior or poisoned thinking. No cruelty ought not have permission or passage without reason. There is no cause to hate my Brother when none is given and to do it because it was first offered me is a call for help. Experiential pollution is a sad excuse for abundant living.

No need to be Paladin, yet some grand cause to either remain separate, unknown or publicly declared defender to the righteous. Was Jesus an effeminate man? Was he pursued and picked on by those perceiving some internal weakness or lesser variant? Did His rage waken the self preservation of those around Him who fled that sheer will and passion of righteousness? I have never belonged, yet Jesus sent me to do something beyond myself or the constraints of popular thinking. I am no hero or champion, only a man with love his greatest weapon or tool if you prefer a less threatening description. But no one can stop you from loving them. It is the only aspiration for which their is no self defense nor should there be. The kindness in my heart is not of this world but of God’s giving. I love not out of spite or to gain some return reward, I just Love them because God is their origin, their true present, Past and Future. That is what I love most about them, creatures and men.

Whatever you would ask of me I would have done already had I known there was outstanding need for love, counsel or care. These are not the times of plenty and abundance without reason. No matter the two loaves and five fishes God will magnify to many.

We live in times that will draw men together ever as the world is being torn asunder by the lust and bitter hearts absent God’s Peace. My heart goes out to them, I so wish it weren’t so but this is the time of choosing.

Certainly I have myself to blame for ignoring the promptings of God’s Whisper in my ears. Certainly I was made then made again to resemble Him and cannot take one moment for granted. Certainly these are most important days.

What then is my self-direction if I am incapable or unwilling to listen to the things you would show me? There are not many voices but one. It is in the Spirit’s power that I stand upon the field of battle not of self. Why then would I presume a antiquated reliance?

Call is calling and we must be ready to answer, ignore or regret. There will be no other time like this, a time for all to find their realization in purpose. After all the plan not being my own has a part for me that was not written by me but by Someone Beyond my current understanding.

I do not know everything but I know that when the time arrives I will be equipped with all that I ever needed. That being said I do not feel inadequate or scarce but at peace with the tools I will be given at appropriate time and place to bring honor, praise and Glory to Him.

How then must I relate to the world around me? No longer a tough answer nor a question that I avoid. I know my identity, I know my role and I know what God expects of me, even if I remain ignorant of the Works that will be placed in my path to resolve.

No comes the easy part for it is time for enduring character, not my own but His granted me by grace that I too may shine like the Son. No mystery, no confusion, only clear skies and swelling seas beckoning forward to the high calling of God.

Where to then now? Perhaps standing still in the patient understanding that I am grown more in the waiting then in the application or my worry and wares. I am called when the trumpets and the voice heard.

Yes, there is work to be done and perhaps marches, or places far to bring under the Footstool of Christ Jesus. For now I will smell the fragrances of life and enjoy what lies ahead. In Jesus’

Are you who you are or do you desire to be something less or more than this reality? Prodigy, stellar athlete, beauty queen or beau? Is this quest for love or recognition to heal inadequacy or ruin? What of God’s loving care? Is it all that you have ever or will need?

Never master or servant be, fame or fortunate man but never beast except in the dark dwelling of the concealed imaginary me. The defender of faith, hero to all and eloquent barrister to Prince and Pauper. The reserve a seat at parties and the desert oasis.

Who is beneath in the social peck? Who do you hold ambition to become? What contentment shows it handsome head in your peaceful dominion, owning little yet having the kindness and control found only in the image of our God? How do your feet fall or knees rise?

What quest lists your name in historical debate, what harmony chases hearts out of their flesh, what dream sequence remands all who review to the outskirts of grace? Name the petitions which have saved children, set women free and captured the hearts of Troop?

You are a colleague to the few and friend to many, but never too close so that you may be shared in the Squared Commons. Holding close but never too tightly as to dissipate the passion or force that which is of choice in to obedience. The child laughs heartily sans fear.

Are there those who seek your understanding or discernment? What pressing questions arouse in mid night’s progress that will salve the wounds of hearts yet corrected? How decent are the promises made to strangers or offerings made without grudging unforgiveness?

Dancing when skies rumble dark and sitting at cabins edge as moons race across the heavens. What colors have you yet invented, naming hue and chalice as the moorings tightly whine? The sea awaits and the forests deep dark and plenty demand your axe.

There is no limit to your surroundings, amassed in clarity with riches, word and sound. Seeking all the best of Earth and Sky, the eye of reason blesses all your work and process. You find love in all that comes on the platter of provision, knowing the joy of pure regard.

oikoumene.org/ Father God give me the right words. Today represents the declared aspirations of the ONE WORLD RELIGION. The Vatican/Holy See has mounted a nearly two millennia plan to reunite all denominational churches to Mother Rome. Why now? Jesus’ Epistle: Revelation tells us of the ONE WORLD RELIGION, back then it was called Oikoumene, the Greek word for ONE WORLD. This sign is one of the coming Anti Christ who sits on the Continuing IRON Empire that blended with the Clay of believers in Daniel 2 (325AD) Oikoumene was part of the Council of Nicea that formed this blending. Do prayerful research. WCC/UN/Holy See permanent representative of the UN in Geneva and NY. Times are indeed upon U.S. whether you wish or not. Do You know Jesus, Does He know you? Be certain.

What compels men and women to desire a free life? How are we not simply satisfied in service to King, Mammon or the rule of our sins over every waking moment? What are those few instances in life where death is preferable forcing its offering as better alternative to what we face? How then may we stand by and watch people forced into these choices by vulnerability, poverty or crushing approach of old age and those who have yet to become capable of self defense? Are these righteous decisions or do privacy considerations and cultural norms demand that we turn blind eye to those who casually or ritually harm: child, senior and female? Can we call it advanced society or evolved mankind when prevalent needs for security and care stand unmet not as rarity but as the standard expectation of most of those in regions easily forgotten or dispossessing the elements of wealth and trade? Do our satellites fail to show their dilemma, are we so improved to remain in ignorance. Does social justice preclude every other ministry?

We have long avoided this crossroad that must be answered in our time. I fear that the superiority of elitist thinking has clearly determined to take a marked step to end the duty that this knowledge imparts to each of us. Eugenics, has set in motion a master plan to defile those believed lesser to allow the enrichment of the strong to survive in their vision of how they deserve to be treated. They are so contorted in that presumption that they are going to cleverly remove the ability to procreate, protect from virus or insinuate DNA tailored devices to take life. Is this a line in society that demands we all take action or may we simply look away believing ourselves unaffected, above the fray or perhaps part of the supreme race of divided creation? Are we Brothers and Sisters of the Creator believing that all are self evidently created equal? OR NOT? This has now grown beyond the simple aspirations of those attempting to escape the despotism of the Crown and live in a new nation yearning to live free for the Empire finds US wherever we reside. Perhaps, the nature of the size of this planet forces a decision of this global impact for now we will not be left alone by tyrants. They will send insurgents to disrupt, divide and destroy any free nation that they may be Lord and Master. Yes, it begins with the weak but by nature its appetite moves on to those who may not be supreme but are well up the societal chain of perspective evolution.

And how may these decisions be made in fairness when the rich and powerful always determine who does what to whom with what? Is their existence a form of agreement that transcends the barriers of Master Race Intention? Are we even capable of a self eschewing choice? For who that has much will give that away to preserve the least among us? This is revealing and the reason that economies of communal support never work and why free markets left with social responsibility produce oligarchies. You presume and argue for your answer to this or other problems only to mount the Ferris wheel of doing something that invariably achieves the results of days gone bye, replicating the same social conditions of thousands upon thousands of years. A quest to fulfill my own sin will never resolve the root problem which is the quest for sin. Ridding myself of sin is impossible within my own power and authority regardless of my social paradigm. Both rich and poor are afflicted in sin and no amount of education, ritual, observed goodness or abstinence will free us. Extremism even of good intention is just another shape of jail, but jail nonetheless for it cannot rid humanity of perpetual cycle. No PhD can turn this ship around because when making the necessary turn even to one hundred eighty degrees it is still within the same ship we travel.

Our answer is not to be found in our own: intelligence, fortitude or resolve. Nor will communes, communities or collective bargaining solve man’s dilemma. The only answer is surrender, ether to the eugenic aspirations of those perceiving the greatest gift God has given to humanity or surrendering to the True Sovereign the only authority man may ever truly call King. The Lord our God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob the God who revealed himself to Israel promising them what we crave collectively, the answer to our offenses against Him, the answer to all sin, The Lord Jesus Christ, the Messiah. Without this decision to either abandon all hope and ruin humanity by culling the “perceived” dregs within our ranks or surrender to the Creator of all within scope and range or class. We are doomed to remain on our own habit and rail. The wonderful thing about perpetual is that it comes to end at some point as all things entropy to a cosmic recycling. Even those who believe themselves supreme will eventual face a return to dust and now the time limit set by God approaches. We will either surrender to Him by choice or frailty and indispensability in the ravages of time. Therefore we MUST make a choice at some point. That being said should we make the only logical offering on a short list of our own making? Surrender to God that we may find ourselves free indeed. In Jesus Name.

God made Eden as the answer in abundance. Every mouth is filled and every child loved as is God’s intention and Good Will for those He made and loves. Our Sin left us outside of Eden thus creating the problem of insufficient provision, protection and intention. It is finally our time to make the decision that corrects it all, I say all because it is not just about me but a return to God as the foundation of our Good Walk through this life and the next. That demands a denial of self to attain. Such irony that the man who wants to do for everyone else must psychologically defer that quest in self and yet realize that it has always been outside of personal power but within personal surrender to God’s Will above our own. The only way in which miracles have always been done.

To think our sin and expulsion from the garden created hunger and poverty. God never intended what we have created before Him. He said For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but me ye have not always. We have been so blind in Jesus name.

Father Forgive my arrogance and perpetual self concern in pride. May I follow your Perfect Will for my life and in so doing see things set back in that perfect order.

In tomorrow’s golden breeze. Tapping out country rhythms on hollow logs. Pestering sound of every bug flying around and the deep chimes or rhyming frogs.

And as I drop a flattened rock into the pond, berboop, kerplunck every noise is swallowed up. Even the crow refuses to whisper loudly as I finished my drink in the bottom of the cup

My fire is hot with potatoes in some foil. Top with peppercorn, my patience born and bubbling up with oil. The world looks on as the pan begins to redden.

Siss as the flames leap pan cast into the short grass. I sit back and rub this new belly thinking of some honey or some jelly to put on this last biscuit.

Then the forest cries out with passion, casting cares and fear of man to the hills up there beside me. Birds and dogs and whistling buzzards register there upset

My boots off I review this grand world God has given and this short and wonderful life He gave me for the living. Bothered by nothing I sit back and howl like lost dog in the bayou.

What wondrous stars remind me of this prison and worlds ten thousands parsecs from our sun. All of this and the wonder of imagination I think to myself of the things that make up wealth and see within a very rich man.

Tall trees creaking madly in the wind-song. Spoken words we never thought to say. Spending centuries looking down the creek rolling bye never wondering why without smile or frown.

What value to sitting rock, grass blades or handfuls of sand. Passing by them I ignore nothing that I would have taken for granted before the reach of love upon my heart.

Awoken me to fancy forever now and take my bow as extra in this casting. Character to practice my craft, whether smart or too daft I am glad I sang and I laughed, And Cried.

In between the tearful smiles resides a man a hole dug deeply. Upon the rock the waves will crash the path it winds ahead so steeply. In demons den or heavenly hoard when sheep just bay as lions roared. There’s nothing better than what we are headed toward.

In days to come and sleepless nights in slumber’s deep with endless fights. A dream remains filled with gains as loss reminds us it still remains. Into the gates we march all know before hand that none shall fall, we’re headed toward the mass recall.

In flights of fancy with fool’s regard punching holes on a dancer’s card. We look to hope and the songs of bard. To bolster courage and a stand of brass with hair that’s tinted by sassafras, they yank at culture, faith and our class. None are found at midnight mass.

In days we quibbled and promised not, that grace we’re given we soon forgot. Let Jesus take the final shot its all for one or one for naught. My thinking made adjust in proclamation engaging trust not about the fear we once discussed or protestation to which we’re bussed.

In daze we squandered our righteous chance to gain our lusts in deep romance, the flowers gone by happenstance we now retreat when we should advance. In prayers and wishes we reside swallowed by our hungry pride seeking power as our promised guide.

In days of lore and fabled trance we hoped to make our second stance, but footing gave before the lance. So dirt became us and dust we knew gone to stone and ocean’s blue, not much regard for the things we knew we turned against the righteous few.

In hopeful days but absent lies and the indulgent power it defies with shoulders hard and bright blue skies reduced in size the teeth and eyes. Our worries gone and twice forgiven our death eschewed we living life we twice were given.

In days diminished and nights with no dark we found resolve in book and ark our ventures left in garden park. With tears of blood we cried our last all the rotten things of mindful past with hands anew we ran so fast to bow and helm and cloth filled mast.

Changed to a better state of thinking in the mind of Christ. Erased programming or bad mental infrastructure as if the crisp, morning reminder that Winter ends in Spring.

This the hive mind illumination is promised revelation of self. Luring thinking into the rabbit holes shrouded in the darkness of shadow and wounded contemplation.

No good road begins with false or wrong direction. A chest full of breathable air, strength of leg and heart we approach the things meant for us when we pursue the august plantings.

Asking forgiveness, convicted of mistaken walk, seeking to retreat and find the skinny path, unfamiliar and uncomfortable on the open road. The quiet mentality of transformed man.

I cannot release what I never received nor bid tidings to that without commitment. Only lay patiently for Spirit’s guidance to the hopeful swells and wanderings of the gifted resurgence.

Appreciating my grappling, weakened hands seek grip and enjoy the wrestle from standpoint of steps taken in misunderstanding. These are the days of awakening.

The fury of night approaches. Gone are the runway light and clear cleat moorings defying gale and ocean. Time to slip and slide as feet find purchase in solidarity with season.

We are not adept but gifted in things beyond all cleverness. In perpetuity finding rest and refitting by the gift that never stops aplenty. Oh, to see the rise of last hill and valley.