So Nice. To consider it possible to go through life without hurting a single heart. I’ve tried to be hard, becoming stone reaction as they instructed, but the tears of others hurt more than my own.

What is it to fail at something the world believes is normalcy. Quenched, dangerous and potent, ready at the instance of quip to dethroned, debone and eradicate any threat, even the imagined.

Their popular monster set loose upon humanity authorized to take none prisoner. They truly applaud the veracious appetite of emotional thieves. Don’t want to smash doves no matter how convincing your argument.

Safety is not found in wounding back, but seeking the understanding while staving off properly the misplaced aggressive and assault. Peace prevails when sufficient timing is apportioned.

What tragedy befalls the young, the vulnerable the yet unadequately defended. Adults absent or they too hypnotized to long term injury. Every kid I know has been traumatized seldom escaping damage.

Slow this march back to ground unfettered with psyche versions strewn on the path to worldly appetite. What punishment the meek receive taught destruction when edification and encouragement their nature.

Wanting so much to be okay and knowing only conformity to the wicked our peace. Close tremors shaking the loam to base our footing. Unaware what lay beneath the measure of sand but granite surpassing time.

Master, I volunteer to the remaking. Remove the grime of commonplace. There is no heart for me in the tragic films of ritualistic intimidation. I find no sweet harvest in reducing those whom You have made to Love.

Teach me again to appreciate the wonder.

They want me to understand a type, a foreshadow of character meant to stir hope, faith and trust. I am prompted, cajoled and pigeon-holed into thinking that nothing produces everything. When, a seed in the drawer grows no harvest, just as fallow fields will yield commensurate crop. From nothing comes nothing except possibly sorrow.

Done for me I sit at table eating food I did not gather from utensils I never cleaned failing to listen to gripes that I helped create. I stand on principle. Though, these principles have been written by me to rid me of responsibility and account for the sole purpose of maximizing my pleasure while I convey no energy but expectation and criticism.

Each building may receive sufficient maintenance to be shining model for small neighborhood or large gathering. It has always been choice and when my choice to spend my time, treasure and good will upon my own comfort then the body is left insufficiently tended or prepared. Yet, it is most likely that I will point my crooked finger at others.

Unification is not everyone being identical but maturely realizing that putting aside oneself for the purpose of that solidarity produces a system that honors all while tempering laziness, wantonness and disrepair. When God is King and each individual is in relationship with Him to the sanctification to His likeness then the society itself becomes nation after the same goals and progress.

An Arm is not an eye and foot not a kidney but each is precious, necessary and in need of systemic support. An eye cannot function just as brain cannot live abundant life in of itself. These are the things that those who seek to circumvent God’s Plan would have you believe. From the clear example of our creator and His Divine guidance by mirror of those sins against Him and Humans that offend, we found humility and the need for a Savior.

He educated me to the need for His intervention. I could neither save myself or save you, He came because necessity and the Love He has for us required that provision. Without Him we were left with Gehenna the eventual home for all. The Joy and the call to thought and prayerful action is the joyous moment of choice as opportunity. The Hope of something yet seen as promise and encouragement to struggle onward. Now there is a plan.

What makes laziness preferred? What comfort lies in mediocre; health, relationships and achievement focused below the plateaus of observation? Are we seeking tepid agreement? Do we never wish to see potential realized? What serves us to convince ourselves that lies are preferential? It is in service to a king who would have us narrow mindlessly limited to worldly worship as this is the extent of his domain. Do we enjoy boxes for living?

Perhaps blame is our answer. Designing a conversation or paradigm that excludes my own responsibility as possible saves me from the humbling moment of feared accountability. My women is always the reason for my failure to connect, communicate or achieve the 99%. My lack of money the reason why I never take up ministry for the King of Kings. My lack of wealth, health, provision or strength the excuse for stewardship untended.

Why then may a poor, weak, old, humbly intelligent man with no apparent gifts or meager assets achieve such grand and lasting relationship with God, family and neighbor? Capitulation to camouflage lack of supplication to the Lord for His outcomes is no longer excuse as we near His return. We can no longer extend the booklet of explanations why we cannot get done even the small things that require no fancy preparation or funding.

We are now at the Point all have supposedly prepared for; “A Time Such As This”. We all recognize it upon us, some still avert their faces that we may not see the truth reflected in their gaze. Here is the truth. We will all achieve those miraculous things for which we were designed by God, if and only if we muster the faithfulness to do them. Nothing produces nothing. Do we seek to do all things through Christ or embrace legacy of serving self forever?

Something in my heart, not immune to understanding. In the pause of moments precious it seeks to deny equipment sufficient. Lasting trials, frequent days to support the shame for never having seen the foolishness of sands through time glass watching. As prose fill the mind and poetic justice the quest for revenge and broken vessels. Love’s reliant touch equals the pressures crushing attempt at ten thousand meters above and below.

Nothing lacking. All sufficient to tasking, forward thrust, lift on occasion. Events test vulnerability and surface tension? Making reason from rhyme and calculation from random number. Camouflage rent, payment for spying upon those testing wonder. Infrequent repose. Deciding upon the profile, silhouette and cameo least respected. Showing the other side to dawn while standing rigid to the wave of night. We cling to loneliness.

In clenched palm the damaged scroll would scream if it were but paper. Release me to the winds that I may find the days of eternal understanding, Written for the mortal mind but whispering, reflecting and incorruptibility. What souls make when effort no longer matters. Time and legacy lasting, farming cares and selling worries for the locals to fold gossip. Impermeable shame breaking the backs of all willing saints and hermitage to Oracle’s perch.

I seek no fire but the cold, tortured harm of frozen hearts and dreams forgotten. That in the poorly dealt cards of men following fate we gather the dust and capsized vessels at the bottom of an icy venture. To retard lost hope and snuff ember of dreams that seek re entry. Never thought, nothing purchased, no bridge built, pyre lit or false prayer offered. Into the hope of authenticity we ride thinking ourselves perfect or at least somehow above the rest.

The eaves listening, dressed against December wind search whistles and fallen bow, evidence of coming promise. Childish and child like, the seed burrows deep into Earth meant for prosperity to mount crop of amber grains, timber and starlit evening.

Mourning the youth of stronger minds. Copper tinted majesty, lost the rose-silk swell of dreams yet laid to rest. Where hearts and kindled fire lay in wait for those wanton souls who would embrace fear, exchanged for everlasting. The wild will never pays the tab.

Leave for morning light’s cache. The untold sweet tooth of life’s pampered moments. Walls breached by cold and truncheon plowed. Treasured boxes and chest full of metal’s rare, compare sunlight to darkened pitch. Left stories untold, never having rightly considered.

Tree wells in solace of moonless abandon. Pines and dented tin giving love and life where men has seldom reasoned. What crops born in the milky light? Ten million engines fired by the simple living Word. Washed against the helm, deep and rocky shore of time’s reluctance.

What winter wish fills the gloved mittens of woolen resolution? Standing against the threat of death to remark briefly on the souls of light. Steel and passion’s purse gaining fables in the tablets and rashly gathered journal to storm the parties with word and honey-looted rhetoric.

Echoed cries to shame the fear and sadness. Pockets bare left for better men and childless wives. The reproach and missive spoken against the wiles of darkened thinking. Making pacts with eyes, thoughts and devils men are always hanging on the edge of abandon

If I said that I could help you would you simply follow lead?

Everything is choice for that is the greatest gift God has given. Thus the expression of our loving respect for His Sovereignty we choose to lay aside our choices to pursue the things He calls righteous.

What is human credibility? Does it more closely match my version or aspiration than the historical reliability of the speaker or written word? Do I in fact eschew men of credibility perceiving that following their lead will not give me what I desire? Of course.

Modern man struggles with His source of Truth. It’s not a news flash to say that we wrestle with the source and credibility of its origin. If we remain skeptical of everything, then each decision will be timely delayed until ample thinking has been extinguished to determine data reliability.

There are so many who view Christian men as incredible. Not the mistaken sense of the word which imparts an awesomeness but the root of it which means “unbelievable”. Perhaps it is the hypocrisy of comparison when viewing their lives and their words side by side?

Each of us aspires to be believable that when we truly attempt to make a difference in this world we have efficacy and receipt. Perhaps, the origin of the lost credibility of Christian men is their source? So often we see their appeal to this reliable content or that historical tome, yet we struggle with people turning away too soon.

Most will argue because they have been seeded with deep distrust of those who would poison their minds or demand their obedience to logic. However, there are few who have found a pure source of data, thinking and repair that never fails.

Many seek it in universal consciousness believing somehow that thinking may never be tainted, poisoned or willfully twisted to produce less than favorable or unhealthy. They open themselves to a world view of consciousness, openly acknowledging the existence of “good and evil” or “yin and yang” of opposing ideas and think themselves the only arbiter or proper police of thought.

Being open to ideas is a willful vulnerability. Tolerance for example makes one pliable by choice to the Kidnappers and miscreants of fallen ambition. Opening doors to previous unconsiderable content brings with it the dangers and should engage the defenses and filters of logic, peace and hope.

For instance, assuming there are in deed enemies camouflaged in kindness or “wearing sheep’s clothing” as they were, we automatically proffer defenses against infiltration against person, people and promise.

When consciousness is perceived as righteousness we are vulnerable to the ideas which appear helpful but plant insidious or odious intention. An example are the dangers of suggesting to children that decisions about sexuality, gender and personhood are fluid and do not require a mature mind to discuss or determine.

Enemies of mankind will always seek to influence the most vulnerable or ill prepared for the onslaught of malformation that accompanies poorly protected kernel of self awareness and identity. Now back to Christianity. Without the protections, filters and mature understanding of God’s Word Christian men, being the seat of leadership in their families are willfully distributing potentially dangerous ideas to their people.

Why, because Christians have determined the baseline that the Word of God is the Only Reliable Truth that will never steer its reader astray of healthy living. It is reliable and credible at each testing removing the need for cupbearer, each of us being fully confident of God’s Provision for our souls.

Why are we struggling in our marriages, our relationships, our business and our families? Because, we remain stuck in the quagmire of clay associated with believers who are Bareans of God not of man. We question God and not our neighbor or stream’s of consciousness because the latter represents our quest and test of Freedom, a concept we hold near and dear to heart even above our belief in God.

Freedom is always associated with choice. Choice is the beginning of relationship with God. We cannot have a relationship with God until we have made the choice of our own fallen state and the immediate recognition of our need for redemption from that fallen state. The choice to follow God demands that we open ourselves, in supplication, vulnerability and Trust of His Gospel Word.

This presents a greater problem of our day, fully prophesied in the Bible regarding our times that of the false teacher. The dangers of interpretation of God’s Holy Word through a poisoned teacher is rationally one of those defense mechanisms that must be deployed to keep us safe, holy and blameless before the Throne of God.

Reading the Word, ingesting God’s; Immutable, Trustworthy and Holy Word is far removed from the eloquence or tainted understanding and expository intention of men of ambition. Therefore we are not to filter or subject God to skepticism but are fully capable and wise to apply this filter to the men and women who provide second hand interpretation.

If you are to view me as credible then you must compare what I have taught, preached or posited as Holy with the Word of God. That comparison is righteous, just as the comparison with streams of consciousness or energetic thought. The only line of Truth is its consistency with the Absolute Truth of God’s Word.

God is not capable of Sin, I am. Jesus had no sin, that is not true of Mary, Paul, Peter or John. They cannot be viewed as the same origins. That is why the eye witness testimony and Holy Spirit inspiration of the New Testament are paramount. They are giving an account through man’s eyes of the supernatural. Therefore, it is found to be consistent with every Word God has uttered for man’s edification.

Therefore, the Holy Spirit is pivotal in determination of Truth and Consciousness of today’s worldly dogma. He alone provides the Divine; Discernment of hearts, minds and intentions. Without His defense against the deceptions of the Arch Fallen we are babes alone in the woods of malcontent. His consistence with God’s Word is our first and last line of defense against that deception.

Am I credible then becomes a measure of how closely I adhere to that immutable power of God’s Holy Word. As we struggle to be acceptable to man it is easy to forget our footing and try to be consistent or likeable to the world, open or tolerant as they put it to the swollen substitution of Consciousness as our guide when it in fact present our greatest inherent danger.

In peaceful, ticks and tocks of exhalation my heart awaits primal sounding. Awakened by bell’s walloping clapper, sending shivers and pulse through a body made apparently for naught but slumber. Emotions are not free and beg the payment of broken wishes, memories and things gone to a place of yearning. Oh to the cowardice of man and beast unwilling or unable of making payment or challenging debtors prison.

We played so long at thought, it sponsored a belief that we had become master when we had yet to find ourselves servant. Wicked relief in the depth of untended or challenged meditation upon relief and resolution. Pleading with all that holds itself aloft we begged for posterity and promise. Finding nothing but bruised understanding and corporate bankruptcy we fought to be set free by those who found emotions a playground.

Gave in to the pulse and tender of mendacity, lying to self and anyone who would bother, I sought to convince the world I am steadfast. But broken whispers and chants of false bravado relieved me of my appellate. Made public spectacle as most who find comfort in prideful aspiration. No remorse for those fearful of attempt. I plodded, clopping grand Clydesdale hoof upon payment praying distraction from tears aptly fallen.

These are the treasure men never know they’re seeking. When things became the real gold of humanity and life well or poorly felt. The sorrows, loves and yes the failures leading to losses never recovered and metals pinned upon the breast of those who discovered everlasting. Tall order for man to find himself unblemished or tainted by the wishes of a man who seeks escape, when the world’s gift is the pain and the pleasure of the temporary.

Falling to embrace, knowing the sour nights of fear and everlasting to remember with cause the source of exasperation. What light without the darkness expelled or show asunder? What day without the fear and solitude of nights without comfort? What heat without the coldness of bone and blunder seeking control of those things which are meant to martial men? Into the depth of loss and kind remembrance I am happily, gratefully submitted.

No say so. Will retreat to never be accused of the evils with the world has so effectively wounded/contaminated your heart. There is no criticism in loving care only a desire to protect and heal.

You were not sought out. Coming voluntarily as you approached, seeking to answer the call of Spirit upon that heart, how then is anyone wrong in trying to provide comfort, encouragement and council?

Appears to be no win situation. However, even if there is fault gainfully admitted it will be turned to good by God for loving Him and seeking His Purpose. You sought, the best was done in offer of that direction.

Just a broken vessel of humanity answering the Call of God upon this heart to tell the wonderful story of a healing Gospel none of which was written in this man’s poor penmanship. Acknowledged failure before starting.

These are not the miracles of men but the elements of God’s Power given by prayer, fasting and supplication before the throne. Never pronounced or formed retribution or curse, merely wishes for conformity to God’s Will for each of us.

Never could save ourselves. No false sense of piety or power that somehow any idea I proffer may save us from anything this world seeks to infect. Jesus is the only name that saves no matter the perspective.

Frozen in the fragments and memories of worlds toppled, ideas squandered and assets lost for the simple quest of self elevation. There is no world where the things you would accuse are in any way consistent with God’s Will.

The World is doing what it must, infected by sin, tainted, unholy, fields ready for the harvest and return of Christ Jesus. This coming Wrath is not of the enemy but of God for though patient for the ages He has had enough. Nearly time to return to collect His Bride and set the foundation for Everlasting Rule and Reign upon the Throne of Father’s Promise. Nearly time for the Name above All Names to be worshiped in the Glory deserved before Time itself began.

Out of sync. That is understatement and even now the presence of God’s Holy Spirit in the body appears the rare state of man. The Body, having been deceived into false worship and departure from sound doctrine is run by and entrusted to the false prophets, teachers and men who would usurp a position next to or above the Father. All is wrong when marking twain of our hearts we know the world to be inconsistent with all that is right and True.

Fooled by my own self-idolatry. Believing that this heart is the only one remaining without the taint of wickedness. All that is good within or about me came from the heaven’s above. There is no righteousness in my own will but in my desire and unwanton comfort in the Will of God, doing the works set before me by His Passion and Provision. Fool no more, having sought the wisdom of God’s Promise that I may buy that which is beyond the tempt and eye value of Gold.

This life is nothing to write home about, leaving me emptied, displeased and unfulfilled in the gathering of all that it promises is the pinnacle of worldly existence. I don’t belong and though that should bring sadness it gives me joy to look forward to the country that is coming. Knowing that yearning, gnashing of heart and teeth is not my quest for separation but the promise of an everlasting Home in the presence of God Almighty. For that I am filled to overflowing with Righteous Joy and Spirit.

Nearly time, not simply a feeling, but matching the Word we were given of all that has been, IS and WILL BE. The season is upon me and I cannot put to insufficient word the presence of Joy beyond description. Perhaps it is the knowledge that each time this joy appears it is that wonderful invitation to walk In/With the Spirit that dwells within me. As Temple of God’s presence I am acquainted with Him, by Him and through Him in each step, Word or faithful action taken. Yes, Nearly there, Nearly there.

Awakened to see the cause of my mortality. Testing the breezes by the length that it appeases me. When I go morphing, I am surprised by transformation. In the beginning the light was awaiting a command. I try to understand. If none of it were planned. How are the cannons always manned the sand so ready to ride in every pocket or slip through every hand? It’s time to find a band to flame the fires that we’ve fanned.

Sitting up to sip from my favorite cup. Hands the only appendage warmed, the mystery is formed in passion and twisting the plot keeps resisting as my tears begin misting, coffee two-fisting. The riddle becomes unwound without damsel or loud sound. I see tomorrow become today without a word about the play, no matter the words I think to say. Silence comes upon the lambs the ewes and then the rams. It is easier to end this way.

Seek and you will find clear your will and then your mind if you ere don’t hit rewind for the prayers that you’ve opined. Take it all before the throne as you’ve never once remained alone tripped each time upon cornerstone your brief life is not your own. He finished on the Cross all behind we count as loss existence without the sauce never having been the boss. Future way too sweet on that day we soon shall meet on my face before those feet last chapter now complete.

All along thought myself right looking blind into the light, in all apprehension in wrought surface tension my theories were upheld, the metals that we weld the peanuts that we’ve shelled cast the sheep all neatly belled, the pigs into the sea He said that it should be without question or ripened plea. The devils must come out with a prayer a fast or shout on my shoulder resides the clout telling stories all about, GOD.

What does it feel that breath beyond the possible? When dreams built of fantasy are replaced by content based foundation. Men describe that which is beyond stars, around mountains, found in desert passage to realms only thinkable.

A wink, nod, gesture or relief when all has been given, traded or dealt. The final card tossed, waiting for that quiet name to pass the lips of auctioneer. Excited children promised a mid summer night’s dream only now knowing the impossible.

We sing in voices found outside experience, deeper that cavities rich and muscle’s trained for season. New words as plums ripen, sweating in the promise of cool, autumn eve. Where are the days left to ponder or reason when all is foretold?

No longer reaching for subtle untold embrace but coveting the rich hugs of tomorrow and the day after. Fellows fond and welcome ladies having readied for prayer and a delight in worshiping the King. For there are some things unquestioned.

Amber’s roasted and turquoise tickled by the first morning fallen. Hidden in the Jalapeno forest, soft and supple sweet but caution to the welcome palate. Dive down to bottoms sounding cautious of the skin to rock or never coming back.

Then and whence we are beckoned and respond. Found in the wakeful days of memory when all was new, fresh and out of the ordinary. Trusting the familiar until our hearts remain sickened. We were promised that which resides beyond the knowing.