We are left not simply with the bad taste of violence and silence of a golden voice for reason, but an unintended memory of character content that although washed in the salty tears of the sensitive remains a staunch reminder that Jesus did bring Life in abundance.

What then are the seeds left in rows or clumps along the roadway or riverside that will for times to come indicate the mirror of Christ’s likeness in your own passing? I am not a thug, nor bumbling calamitous saint simply hoping that something good is done as I walk haphazardly through this timeline. I believe that God will make great things even from my mistakes and accidents and glorious things from my obedient reminders and planting.

As believers, we are not gamblers in chance but victors in battles waged and recorded for eternity. At each juncture, Christ was there so then were we abiding in Him as the body above the Footstool. These are not games of chance and wishes but guarantees as the Spirit navigates the avenues both inside and outside time.

We are assured and yet left in passionate prayer for the end or our indifference and false susceptibility to temporary nature. Yes, there are great tests and monitored endurance, but we’ve been given the Characteristics of Sovereign fruit and the ability to stand unwanton.

Believing upon God to finish that which is not yet complete, minus insecurity and the unknown of what comes next even given windows into prophetic outcome in uncertain times of man. These are the powerful times of mystery and revelation standing ground that is bedrock against Ship and Storm and raging night.

We are not the inauthentic stanchions of building yet constructed but the men of mansions soon received believing upon the return of God and the promises we look forward. Never turning to the left or right taking counsel from the uncertain, but the sure faces of men, servants, and Messiah/King knowing eternity in this remaining substantial moments before leaving.