The ropes creek with the wet seas, bidding them stick and stay cleated to land. The mooring hums eager for the launch; do dry and dream of new birth. Well fell with yonder star that the ocean is now calling, pleading lose love, drop sword and come away with me.

To plunder eternity and break fast with history. Calculating the cost as elders, young men’s heart bid us run, jump and sail away past reason. We do hurt but for necessity and time. The time to read maps in navigation and beat the season’s storm beyond tomorrow’s bridge

So faithful the chin to endure polite calling. Forgetting all the promises we never thought to make and briefly wish we had. Our hearts leap for willful folly, glory and promise of land and riches. For we have seen the excitement of journey’s made by younger men flashing in our eyes.

Would that you hankered for the wind and sea, but it is the land, the land of the many days of tomorrow that draws your gaze. What of tomorrow when today is yet half folded linen leading to potential ends we knew not had begun. My fantasy is the sea spray of today.

Good to have remembered the sweet, velvet blossoms of springs kindness and comradery. To hold the warm hand and hold someone close and quiet for moments, not for tears but smiles in honest reflection of love and family projected upon the tapestry of life.

But reliance upon these things, not being capital crime go without punishment unless one considers absent divine accomplishment and faith without which it is impossible to please Him. I am luring myself to the snares threatening my achievement of purpose.

The question evolves surrounding how these things are achievable through symbiosis? Well it must be done as the rules of the gospel direct. There are so many of us experiencing snags trying to combine worldly with spiritual which will always produce painful results.

I resist and forgive any and all attempts to bully, cajole or manipulate this Pastor, Brother, Friend and Patriot in an published/unwritten narrative position. My sole purpose is loving service to God and His commands upon my: gifts, person, prayer, purpose, potential and execution. Do not expect my ignorance as foothold for any friendly or enemy advances to obtain those outcomes or objectives. You will be met with a lovingly stern resolve to see all of your misguided approaches quashed and deterred.

Preferably I will take several steps back allowing time and meditation to promote forgiveness, thought and wisdom to prevail. But inevitably it will be under your own consideration and choice to react to my confrontation which should be anticipated should attempts reoccur. It is not that I do not care for the opposite is truth, however you must not continue in this regard for the least you should expect is strict admonishment. I pray for God’s Greatest outcomes for you in this life and the next, show me the same consideration or choose to move on.

I believe in God’s supremacy. There are actions HE commands, enables and those HE restricts. I renew my commitment to honor those guidelines, surrendering my own willful sovereignty for HIS. I am not servant to life wounds, emotions or daydreams. The things that I have and seek are in His Word if you find your requests, demands, expectations or wishes to be inconsistent with His Word then the Problem you have with HIM will be the same you have with me, His Servant. I am not here to be pushed around by either your or my own weaknesses for in my weakness I find the Lord’s Strength.

In this ministry I have been patient, choosing to wait before establishing my mettle against encroachments upon my framework. That patience must be led by the Holy Spirit’s direction the word I am receiving from HIM is that patience comes with amenable mirrored demonstration of growth, attempt and His discernment of your heart, mind and intentions. Remember He lives in each of our hearts and the Sword of the Spirit of His Word is Truth’s indication of those things which remain concealed. God knows each of us and will not leave manipulation or false intention either purposely or accidentally hidden in the unconscious.

I will entertain suggestion but remember if you don’t want a Pastor’s help then don’t ask the Pastor for that help. Repeated demand to play by your rules in conduction of this ministry are inconsistent with the growth and accountability that I owe to God in shepherding His Flock. I am not a Savior, Doctor, Psychiatrist, Debate partner or your enemy. I am a Pastor, Preacher, Teacher and Evangelist, a Friend and Brother to those seeking Jesus. If you are seeking someone to manipulate into tolerating any illness or self destructive behavior you are absolutely mistaken. What you are seeking is worldly resolution when I am committed to miraculous intervention beyond my own human capacity. In Jesus’ Name.

Assuming new orbit around the beloved center of the Universe. Locked from rotation upon my own axis, tidally facing the light of my reflection. Showing the darkness my backside, not from disrespect but from knowledge that there is no threat, fear or worry from loss.

What is the flower in budding but becoming the blueprint of its creation lasting each day until that moment of purposeful fulfillment of blossom and seed? To be viewed in the context of that making having achieved the programming of God one day to look upon it.

There had to be a fall, a seemingly insurmountable collection of laws, rules and performance objective over which we were led, thrown or catapulted to new lands and possibility. The documentation of life well lived may not by reason be in simple gifting accomplishment.

Resurrection as a fallen church yet sprouted from new ground, sweet, young, accepting of Celestial seasoning to flourish in technical supremacy of coding upon brand new strands and tether. Born again to a reprized or golden set of memories, targets and experiments.

Watching as time takes on new meaning and purpose no longer held to the temporary clicks of seconds seeking years. Watching horizons with ten billion new hues expanded by complex division of the wonder within light, waiting to adapt or notice shimmers and shadow.

Laying down the life I was meant to live incorrectly. For this road leads to the known destination in the scripting by mankind’s play-writes. Now I crave a destiny that includes the pathway lit up by the stars of understanding. Taking rightful place among them as eternal servant.