A jawline and tongue made for speaking more than I ever wished or planned to utter. Silence would be infinitely preferred. Yet how does a man relay the Gospel, a man not preaching to those deaf, only those who have hard hearts and selective hearing? This is a duty and privilege of God’s Love for both of us, to speak what must be said in time for a unique decision, the greatest example of love this or any world has ever known.

I am sorry to pester but if that bugging produces a positively reflection, meditation and result of your remembering your kinship to God and being redeemed to Throne Room and family then I will gladly be the buzzing beetle. I would much prefer to set an example that you may readily equate with someone bound for heavenly outcome but alas I am a representative prone to the plight of persistent imperfection. So I must roar above the din to be heard.

Or so one thought when he purchased electronic megaphone never fully grasping the breadth and depth of Spirit’s Perfect marketing. So I rail and offend and apologize again in hope that in this exchange of my physical limitation that someone hears. Again, never quite grasping that a small quiet voice is infinitely more productive then the greatest of impassioned shouting. The things that man believes he must achieve escape all reason.

Please look upon me not with pity but accepting my over share as insecurity or misunderstanding. I am not your critic and would actually revile any attempt to capture me in the pondering eye of those who have left their own perspective to critique the world on its imperfection. We know from every relationship between woman and man that this position starts out as loser and rapidly decays into theft of death of any love that may have existed.

Yet today I see the horizon beyond the storm seeking its concealment. We know that when God sets a time limit it may be beyond our current resolution, but as all His Promises and answers are Yea, then we must prepare, prepare, prepare and no that somewhere in that distant unseen future is the bell calling us to decision. Just as the bell calls to prayer it also declares that this side of our death we have been imbued with command to make choice.

Therefore, even if impassioned, too emotional or inadequately possessing the skill and talent to deliver a Divine Message, He still calls me to that delivery. So this day, I sing of Joy in a heart that soon will see everlasting and loves dearly the Glorious Appearing to call all to be ready for God’s reception of the Living. Whether this be my last day I will preach as if it has come for who knows that moment when we will be called to the hereafter.