Set aside a teacher for myself, teaching what my self wishes to hear, words of mercy and grace without responsibility, accountability or truth.  Good sense carries with it the weight of understanding because it is easy identified as truth.  Lord, I know while you are working on a place for us that we are supposed to be about the business of telling truth.  Our eyes are upon You in all your Glory, we shall not be lost in the cascading darkness threatening to deceive mankind.  It is in your truth that we reside and this dwelling provides protection from the evil one and the lies he would have believed.  We cry out to You Father in gratefulness for our protection and ask that you watch over our families in this earnest and apprehensive moment in man’s future.

False teachers abound and itching ears accommodate the weakness in doctrine.  Let us not be drawn by the whiles of easy money, relationships or hypnotic dreams.  Work is good, difficult work is better and a lessen learned through trial will be one that benefits my mind, heart and body throughout this journey.  Easy has never been satisfying, though so many wish for it, they are left wanton.  Craving power because we are powerless is the natural inclination but is not the proper resolution to the incumbent problem.  Hope is our resolve.  Not hope in me or my ability to overcome but hope in a Father who has provided for all circumstances, in all things, having made the world and overcome all its difficulties.  They are my Brothers and in them I delight.  They seek to serve and glorify your name and in seeing them perform I receive a residual gift.  Hallowed be thy Glorious Name.

They have lost their way Father, and if it not be too late I plead with you to show them again the skinny path, that they might find righteousness in you.  Break their self-love at hearing their own intelligence, glorifying themselves at the sound of smooth preaching. Silence them unless it is of the prophecy of Jesus Christ for which they speak.  Peel them back from the mirror of self-activism, let them once again find joy, peace and hope in humility of service to a righteous King.  For always Lord keep our eyes upon you, so that no shiny object or even angel of light lead us away from the true Light of Your Goodness. For it is in your love we have found life everlasting.  There is no where else that we may ever go but to the foot of your throne.  Grace be you my king.  We love and adore you. In Jesus’s name I pray.

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2017/10/03/storms-quakes-fires-korea-and-now-vegas-shooting-whats-next/725889001/

Let’s see , New York, D.C., New Orleans, Ferguson, Baltimore, Dallas, San Bernadino, California and the Mountain West plagued by fires, Houston, South Florida, Puerto Rico and Las Vegas.  Is there a pattern?  Are there any similarities in the locations having been unfortunately visited by inclement weather or man-made catastrophes.  Is it something greater or are our disasters coming with greater frequency and rapidity?  Is it happening globally or does our specific media focus make it appear that it is just in this country?  Does the concept of coincidence continue to apply when statistical reckoning demands otherwise?  At what moment do these occurrences rise above the level of mere chance?

If these episodes were somehow to capture the attention of a population/culture that had heretofore been unconscious to the affect of their behavior would they then have been an effective method of communication?  I ask how else is God to get man’s attention?  In this article the reverend says something about having reviewed these circumstances one must become a “bit” apocalyptic.  What does that mean?  Does that inspire people to fall pray to the fear that the world is ending?  Folks, Christ has already won this victory.  Those who will trust Him never perish and spend eternity with our living God.  He brings the city of New Jerusalem to a remade Earth so that we may live together with Him and that is only after Christ reigns here for a thousand years of peace.  Oh, you didn’t know those things, no one told you the end of the Book.  Well perhaps your bit of apocalyptic transformation may cause you to seek some answers you had been neglecting?  If I may be of any assistance please consider me at your service.

To them who have been mocking God with the following question, why does a loving God allow evil or bad things to happen to good people, I say you are about to see the Glory of Our God as He sets things straight in the universe.  If righteous judgment must be executed at some date and you were the guilty party, wouldn’t you think it loving if the judge pushed off the sentencing date as far as possible, giving you time to mount an effective defense or to live as much of this life as possible.  Would you fault God for choosing a specific date at which time He will remove all evil, if you knew that your Brother, Sister, Son and Mother needed time to change their ways?  God has the power to raise the dead, how then would He be troubled by people who have passed on through illness or otherwise?  They reside in His presence awaiting that sovereign day when all will receive the reward of their choosing, some to life with God, some to eternal separation from Him.  To them who would be frightened by a heightened sense of Apocalyptic awareness, I say the beginning of wisdom is fear of the Lord.  Fear not the coming trials for He is the one who knows you and the storm by name.  In Jesus’s Name.

Genesis 6:5

“And GOD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.”

Except for Noah and his few family members, God had decided to destroy humanity by flood.  All things considered, God still had Noah preach the Word for 120 years before that judgment was executed.  This is testimony to His patient love in waiting for each of us to make that decision to either follow Him or our own foolish pursuits.

I am not the strong silent type.  In fact, I think to feed the existence of that character in my life would be following the god of what I wish to become.  I would love to be the Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, etc.  character who lets his fists win the day, his good looks woo the women and his silence strike fear in those who wondered.  This is not the time for silence for them who serve the Kingdom of God.  This is the time to speak up for Christ, to tell people how to escape the coming judgment and befriend them in love so that they might know what to do with their fears regarding this worlds’ entropy.   In other words I ain’t good enough looking to woo the women in silence, frankly it takes begging, decisiveness or good honest character, I leave to your judgment as to which one I am promoting.

I fall short hourly.  I know that God expects me to produce through love, study and reliance upon the Holy Spirit.  Do you think he forgives me for producing through like, bone-headed understanding and reliance upon my own slim whit?  Does your intention matter?  Does it take faith to go out and try to create disciples even when you do it poorly as in my case?  Am I a failure if I learn the ontological argument for God, know his precepts and can find it in the Bible, then have such a faulty upper lip that my delivery is slurred?  I don’t have your skills, but I have a heart that won’t let me quit, because I know that he will never quit on me.  Isn’t that what it’s about?  Knowing God’s love for me overcomes my inadequacies.  What I do ain’t pretty but don’t the results rely completely upon the Holy Spirit?  I mean, I may be bow-legged, fat and slow but I still have the chance to win the race, given who’s on my side.

We don’t know what we don’t know.  But wouldn’t you say that there is enough cumulative evidence to indicate that we are rapidly approaching a face to face meeting with our creator?  Doesn’t His Word indicate the season or the environment for such a meeting?  I don’t care how dumb, lazy, stupid, funny looking or poor I may be when all that matters if I show up for those moments when my duty calls.  It doesn’t matter if all my achievements are preordained, it is still my choice to serve God that will get me up off my keester when the works needs doing.  I love the story of that little drummer boy, playing his childish heart out to a God whom he so deliberately and desperately loved.  Isn’t that what it is all about?   I don’t know what your gift is but I sure would cry big, crocodile tears to see you give it all for the account of God.  Perhaps together we will make a bigger splash and be less afraid than alone.  Won’t you join me in doing our best for Christ?  He gave it all for us, maybe we can show him how much we love him by giving some in return.

What made the three young men ready to be cast in to the eviscerating furnace?  They had determined before hand that they were not going to bow down to any false gods and steeled themselves against the possibility, when it arrived the decision, their prayers and their resolve had already been determined.  Why Daniel, why Iran or as it was known then Persia? Do you think he decided to disobey the king’s orders at the moment he began to pray or had he solidly determined that there was nothing in this world worth suffering that could be worse than worshiping false gods?  What makes you stand still when the heat is being turned up around you?

Whose promises have you accepted and determined to live within?  Are you still courting satan and the lies regarding finding resolution, safety, fealty and fulfillment in this world?  Come on be honest.  Is there something, someone, some place or position that you hold so admirably that you continue to pour your best energies toward that reward? It is okay to tell the truth, after all that is all you will get from God.  Are you preparing yourself for testing moment or a succession of testing moments where you will have to publicly declare your allegiance to Christ?  Oh, I see, you were critical of Peter, but you shared his lack of preparation and honesty.  I joined the marine corps that I might be ready to fight, I study the Word that I might know my God and give a solid defense of my faith and I prepare my heart for the inevitable moment when I will be called upon to declare Jesus Christ my Lord and savior, even to the loss of life, liberty, friends, family or possessions.  What you practice you will do.  What are you practicing?

Muscle memory, will it travail in getting me to take a stand and say the words the Holy Spirit bids my mouth speak. I know that we are not meant to face God’s Wrath, but persecution is coming, in fact already accepted as normal practice every where but this blessed United States.  What happens to each of our immature believers when challenged, as they very well could be in the coming years waiting for Christ?  This is not simply me or you alone against the world.  We are the body of Christ, meant for each other.  Therefore, it is incumbent on body leader’s, elders or mature brother’s to aide in preparation of them who may not be ready for what could surely come.  I pray that I do not flinch, falter, cower or hide when my testing comes.  I hope that if asked to do so that I willingly suffer for and with Christ, but you can only know what you will do when the opportunity confronts you.  Remember, though Peter failed, he believed the Lord and stepped out of the boat walking upon the water in limited faith.  It is not wise to accept a preaching or teaching position if you do not intend to prepare them who look to you for guidance.  What will the sheep entrusted to your protection do when their testing comes?

I bid you stand your ground, whether it be government, enemy soldiers or spiritual oppressors, furnace, fire or giants.  The Lord is our shepherd, he is faithful to deliver us from all evil and he has overcome death and the devil.  What then shall I fear if all my oppressors fear God.  They know who the righteous power is, why then should I be convinced to accommodate their deception?  Prepare yourself, spend time on your knees now so that you may stand on your feet when the opportunity arrives.  Listen for the voice of the Holy Spirit and follow him alone.  In Christ’s name I pray to the Father for your safety, supply and courage in the coming days of storm.

Praise the Lord, all ye nations: praise him all ye people.  For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the truth of the Lord endureth for ever.  Praise ye the Lord.  

Psalm 117

Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord.  Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.  They also do no iniquity: they walk in his ways.  Thou hast commanded us to keep thy precepts diligently.  O that my ways were directed to keep they statutes!  Then shall I not be ashamed when I have respect unto all they commandments.  I will praise thee with uprightness of heart, when I shall have learned thy righteous judgments. I will keep they statutes: O forsake me not utterly.

Psalm 119 Aleph

The reckoning time has come.  Scorn, mockery, parsimony and the inconsequential price of flippancy are fading.  To accounting we arrive.  Law without judgment or justice is the false dream of anarchists.  Everything costs, whether good or bitter, even oxygen sponsors aging and death.  Without death we have no urgency, no value no blues or rhythm for it is the debt that all men must pay.  Praise God for death or I would be caught in this ridiculous human state for eternity.  The butterfly goes to the chrysalis because there is no other route to transformation.  We may be transformed by a renewing of our minds within this life, but this takes introduction to Christ.  Otherwise men are forced into that inevitable meeting with death, a requirement of sinful life.  There is only one way to life everlasting and that is through surrender to God.  There is only one way to demonstrate one’s love for God and that is obedience to his commands.  Faith and praise are the two hands of every believing Christian brought together in resounding smack to honor God.

There is no where to hide, no virtual reality, no games, no political maneuvering, no avatar, for all is lain transparent before the eyes of God.  I can hope to block his presence or flee, but to what distant star do I have access?  Even then He would know me.  This is the day of man’s destiny a resounding and ominous meeting with the God who bore him. No avoidance, no escape, no deception, only shame or rejoicing.  For that is the nature of our God, to lay all things bare for clear reflection against his glorious intention.  Where will I stand when that day comes, for my thoughts matter as close to the date as I reside? The answer my friend is I won’t stand at all but rather gladly press my face to the earth beneath his throne.  I can’t say that I have no aspirations, for I long to hear those words.  For those of you who wonder, I am rejoice in your puzzlement, for them who know, I rejoice in our shared dreams.

It is time to decide, on the ark or lost?  When you hear the door closing the time for thinking will have long past, the decision already made that leaves you clawing at the outside of the door.  Smell the wind, test the soil, read the signs, look to the heavens, ask a friend, write a book, hold a focus group, but understand the nature of the moment in which we stand.  God’s plan is unfolding and that means wickedness will be given terrible and powerful reign on this planet for a short time.  A time so awful and terrifying that it will cull the earth by half at its outset and subject the remaining to wrath never seen by man.  I do not wish to be here during that season, I do not wish for anyone to be here during that time.  My only hope is that you incline your ear to God’s warning and accept salvation through Christ now, this very moment, as his coming is imminent, the signs readable and times most ardent.  I am here to help you pray or answer any and all questions that you may have.  In Jesus’s Name I pray that you have taken my words seriously and call upon the name of the Lord, right now.

I do not wish to face this next test as myself Lord.  I respectfully request that in this one I am given the strength, courage, discernment and timing necessary to step aside at the appropriate moment where your Spirit may intervene for Your Greatest Glory. Whenever I am involved it appears to diminish the probable outcome or achievement possibility.  That has been okay when there has not been that much on the line.  This time, I implore you to remove my inadequacies from the mix.  I know that your desired will shall be achieved, but I humbly ask that you show me how to act right or you simply bypass me so that I avoid the feeling associated with dishonoring you.

My mistakes are certain, even when you’ve given me solid direction, I continue to mess it up.  I love you for sticking with me, even when I am such an obvious disappointment, that is testimony to the wonderful Father that you have always been.  I would rather fear you Lord than this coming incident.  This is not a circumstance where I might tell someone of your Glory and simply allow them to go their own way, having planted the seed you’ve allotted to me.  There are souls on the line.  Wait a minute, you are involved and you want me to do this thing, so how can I fail?  I don’t know if there is a way sometimes I feel as if I will be certain to find the one way to mess it all up.  But, isn’t going forward in something that God wants done, even though you know that you aren’t adequate, walking by Faith?  All things considered, I just pray that I represent you in a way consistent with bringing Glory to your name.

I guess one way to not mess up to continue to avoid showing up for divine appointments. On second thought it didn’t work for Jonah and it certainly won’t work for me.  I am yours and the tasks you’ve set before me are my inherited opportunity to serve you in a fashion consistent with my love, belief and hope.  I will obey and I will succeed.  I pray that you give me the heart, the words and the Christ like actions that reflect my ambassadorial designation.  This is the road I walk, I will not falter for upon Christ the solid rock I have built my foundation.  Neither storms, enemies or evils may shatter my resolve for it is in the Lord that I trust and He is worthy of my praise.  In Jesus’s Name I pray.

Confronted with the prevalent difficulty of remembering scripture, I asked the Holy Spirit to show me the best way to overcome any personal difficulty, that I might commit much scripture to memory.  This is what He showed me.  The new testament is structured with perfect intention.  The synoptic Gospels acquaint us with Jesus, thoroughly describe his ministry, his following and the tragic/joyous events that washed mankind of its sins.  Then the writings in Acts, demonstrate the birth of Christianity and how it took physical action for there ever to have been a church, also fully establishing that serving God came with a price.  Then we are educated on what it means to be a Christian in Romans and directed toward an appropriate Christian walk as each church has their costly behavior evaluated in Paul’s epistles to the churches.  Finally we are shown what it means to mature and become ready, ready for what you say?  Ready for the most important episode in Mankind’s history, the Glorious Appearing of Christ the King.  Hebrews through Jude, call us to awareness, clarity, maturity, action and diligence, culminating in Revelation, the Book that ties together the entire Bible in finality.

This structure allowed me to rapidly seek out scripture based on the specific life disciplines in which I was seeking mastery.  If I wanted to quote Christ, I went to the synoptic Gospels.  If I wanted to learn measures for the defense of the faith, I turned and learned from Romans, Hebrews and Ephesians.  If I was seeking methods to defend my family from the enemy I turned to Hebrews, Ephesians, 1 and 2 Peter and John, Timothy, Jude or Revelation.  This process of selective review and identification allowed me to write down certain scripture and memorize them.  This has become pivotal to my practiced faith and powerful witness.  There is nothing more potent in testimony then pulling out the two-edged sword of God to fertilize a seed or water a crop.

Then the Holy Spirit did the same for the entire Old Testament, providing me clarity on the appropriate location to seek specific wisdom.  This guidance overcame my fear, apprehension of mis-comprehensive scriptural memorization inefficiency.  I began to see why Jesus spoke to satan from Deuteronomy.  Truth is what sets us free, we simply have to perform the conditional requirements Jesus said were present in order to be given the truth.  I pray that you seek the Holy Spirit’s guidance and are able to graduate your faith from a level of self-expression or self-definition to the utilization of God’s own word, thereby eliminating any potential argumentative compromise based upon the fallibility of the speaker vs. the author and employing the potency and power of the Holy Spirit toward salvation of humanity.

Discussions, rebuttals, better arguments.  None of it is relevant to my ministry of salvation and sanctification through Christ, but it sure does boost my prideful egoistic reservoir.  The Word says what it says.  If you are perhaps mistaken and in danger of committing sin or teaching false word, I then have an obligation to give a defense of the faith.  But to enter into idle prattle would make me more than the fool’s fool.  I did not create the word, I did not inspire the Word, I did nothing to deserve its wisdom, instruction or invitation to glory.  I cannot add to the Word, I dare not take away from the Word, in fact I would argue against my interpretation having any good influence upon its impact in your life.  Now if I may softly give example, metaphor or explanation for a passage with which you have struggle, then this is a bon voyage.  However, I have no desire, purpose or pleasure in counting myself theologically capable in disproving any theory for which Almighty God, has not provided clear understanding.  If He left it vague, I accept His intention and quietly rest in the discomfort He created by leaving it unexplained, for this too may prompt my edification.

I do not crave that which I do not have or have yet to be given.  I do not have things that you may crave so that I may do my utter best to aid in your confident perambulation.  The fact that you have had your curiosity pricked by some theoretical complication within Christianity calls me to victory.  For you have found something worthy of meditation, and perhaps been provided by God a purpose worthy of life expenditure.  I cannot wholly evaluate your behavior with interest of determination or commentary.  We often do just exactly what must be done to free ourselves from an unsavory circumstance or get our selves back on the skinny path.  However, often I find that when action is required on my part to rectify a circumstance it is most likely my poor prior decision that got me into the circumstance originally.  Just as with any other Christian brother throughout history.  I count myself among them who always prospered in discernment when I went to God prior to decision sponsored action.  I pray for your fascination, your meditation and your edification through Christ.

Please do not seek my counsel, permission, approval or disapproval with ideas that God has not specifically defined within His Gospel.  I neither wish to enhance or rectify your thinking in these areas.  If the Holy Spirit does choose to give you insightful guidance for this instance, please forgive my lack of curiosity.  For if He has spoken directly to you regarding that which He left unexplained to all, then perhaps this edification is for you alone, or better yet to be given to the Church collective.  God, thankfully for all concerned, did not appoint me judge.  I want no authority other than that He has bestowed upon me regarding taking back land in His name and the power of Gospel witness.  I love Him and I love you and for me that is enough.

If a man is truly saved then he will bear the kind of fruit indicative of Grace’s presence. If a man who claims to have been saved indulges in sexual, carnal or murderous activity repeatedly there must be consequence resulting in change of the original pronouncement of baptism by Holy Spirit.  A perfect sacrifice was not freely given so that we may continue to defile its intention through lascivious action allowing God to become liar by allowing into heaven them who He has repeatedly excluded from the inclusive probability.  A saved man does not go on sinning but is transformed to a renewed mind of purposeful action through a conjoined respect and presence caused by God’s Holy Spirit.  My God is a God of order, His preaching has absolutes of good and evil and logical impacts for disobedient action.  The test of reason cannot be violated by Christians performing repeated, disapproved acts of sinful commission without a serious concern for their original salvation.  But this is simple reason on my part any proof must be given you by the Holy Spirit, absent that approval any ideas given on my part are simply opinion and ought not be used in any fashion to disenfranchised the Body of Christ.

Check out this Colorado Based ministry seeking to see Ishmael redeemed.  http://koomeministries.com/

He made divine entry into humanity, born to mortality with the intention of offering sacrifice.  He drank the wretchedness of evil and good men’s sin alike.  He tolerated our foolishness, weakness and stubborn attitudes, knowing fully it would be an eon before we fully understood.  He bore the burden of separation from a love like no other, accepting disowning for my sins, never looking to me for guilt or recompense.  He gave up his glorification for a awhile, shed his immortal home to come and save all men.  Through thousands of years of scholarly review experts may produce neither reason nor conclusion as to why something perfect was offered in exchange for the salvation of all mankind.  The lost simply shake there heads for pities sake thinking each of us slightly detached from reason.

Look at her, take in that broad shining smile.  The children enamored that they are the object of her affection, run figure eights around the living room hoping she’ll never stop chasing.  She wears her pain like a war wound, wondering how humans can stoop to brutality before even attempting kindness hurt by her attempts to please those who would not be so.  She loves everyone, kicks or cajoles no one and offers to help at each opportunity.

Get to know him, kind, gentle, spoken only enough to remind you that he’s there.  A man considering your needs, barely concerned for his own. wondering how next to be of assistance.  The old women smile when he enters the children perk up and the ladies all wish that he were older or younger depending on the separation in age.  He listens intently, fights only when the Word would have him do so and participates in the harvest, because He knows it makes God smile.

She rests her wrinkled forehead upon the ring band that he gave her so long ago.  So long now that is had like her daily time with God become a part of her, not ritual but physical appendage.  She loves her merciful God, praising him silently with her troubled breath she reminds him that they soon shall meet.  She wonders what questions her husband long passed will ask the Lord today, because he never could limit his curious mind.  She wants for nothing, has very little and ends up giving away more that she consumes. She is a good Mom, a better Grand-mom and lives for their smiles and contented lives.  She dreams of his coming and reminds everyone around her how much they’re loved.

He stands neither straight nor strong but in sturdy character.  Not prideful, haute but sharpened, refined, glowing depth.  A man who, like his Father naturally deserves respect.  His clothes less tightly each year, his hair a bit more gray than black, his mind sharp but beginning the signs of journey’s long awaited ending.  He has seen too much, forgiven so many and still he struggles with waiting upon God.  He is not the first Adam, but more like the second, watching, waiting, biding his time until the right opportunity calls.  He gets a little miffed, but never holds a grudge and wonders how America will ever survive this coming storm.

He’s damaged, his eyes pointing in unparalleled direction, a dog tracking multiple pray. His teeth gray, over-sized and straggled, hungry.  His mind ran circles, racing from the panic of a life lived in passionate pursuit without resting.  His hands hard, cracked, worn with age and work, indistinguishable from the normal aging of a man given his years. His clothes smelled soily, sweaty, dampened near mildew by relentless rain.  His tears long forgotten and divorced as useless his determination to get whatever he could now controlled his existence.  He breathed and laughed at the vapor of night’s cold, wondering to himself if anyone unfortunate to have some money in his pocked would venture this route tonight.

The Lawyer, counting his victories, translating them to wealth and personal stature increase, looping the flattering comments he received from client and boss.  Oh, how please he has become, barely capable of waiting to give his wife and children the good news of his pending promotion, partnership and subsequent move to Los Angeles.  He had arrived where he wanted to be his entire adult life.  Finally enough money to make sure that he never had to work hard again, for now he was a made man.  Looking at his titanium watch he missed the opportunity to miss the puddle over which he just drove, splashing, drenching, nearly consuming an old lady at the bus stop in a wave of cold, filthy sewer water.

Wicked, wanton, willing to do whatever, wherever, whenever she could make a couple hundred.  Sniffling she looked in her tiny pocket mirror, fixing her lipstick and showering herself with an ounce of bottled perfume.  She prayed on husbands, they were easy, taken to acquiesce under extortion or better yet bath her in the adoration of a man looking to be treated right by any girl.  It had been long ago she called herself girl, but a new man always gave her that emotional kick, that feeling that she was getting away with something, something she ought not be doing.  She had long forgotten her own man, leaving him weeping, cradling the two young children.  Pathetic she thought as she downed another swallow.  She had forgotten her womanhood, her family, her purpose and her character, deciding that life is only for the party, the booze, the high, the friends.  She ignored God just as she felt he had ignored her, determined that she would live this life beholding to no one.  She was going to get her fill, which seemed unlikely coming from the insatiable hunger of a woman gone wild.

Christ died for the sins of all, not just the pretty, wealthy or worthy.  He alone is worthy.

Avoiding conflict, that is my professed policy.  Becoming so tolerant and so bland that I risk nothing, seek nothing, find nothing, ask nothing of myself of any consequence.  They don’t want me to pray, so I shut my mouth, they don’t want me to ask so I forget about the urge to know, fit perfectly into the groove they’ve set before me I find comfort in my unchanging road.  Yet, though they said things would reside in perpetuity, they promised what they could not deliver, for life continues to transform.  Storms come, jobs and people go and somehow in the middle coping mechanisms require a struggle to maintain the status quo.  Is there nothing worth the price of one average man’s life, nothing worth giving everything for its acquisition?

The storms have begun, the birth pangs ring clear the bell of God’s timing.  I may call myself simply present and keep my eyes, ears and heart open for the trump’s inevitable sounding or I may recognize my circumstance and set my shoulders, back, mind and heart to purpose.  I want to be liked, but not enough to lay down by my dish, dismissing the voice of spirit sounding alerts within my soul.  This man, this Christian man has something to say that most do not want to hear or they have been resisting in hearing.  The exam nears end.  What must I do to say that I gave it all before they shouted, pencils down.

You would have me buy into the devil’s lies, exchanging my glorious position in grace for a cardboard crown.  Crown’s are nice but I really don’t want to be king, I don’t want to be in charge, being tempted to make subjects of my loved ones.  I just want to serve, to help, to love, to encourage and pray for you.  That must diminish me in your eyes and for that I am sorry.  Sorry for you that you have not met Christ, my king.  For from him I’ve learned the greatest treasures are those found in service to the good of others, the loss of self for purpose.  Comfort found in being what I was designed to become instead of spreading myself thin, trying to keep everyone comfortable, respecting your do not disturb signs even though I know that leaving you alone will almost guarantee you miss the last trumpet or worse clarion call.