In between the tearful smiles resides a man a hole dug deeply. Upon the rock the waves will crash the path it winds ahead so steeply. In demons den or heavenly hoard when sheep just bay as lions roared. There’s nothing better than what we are headed toward.

In days to come and sleepless nights in slumber’s deep with endless fights. A dream remains filled with gains as loss reminds us it still remains. Into the gates we march all know before hand that none shall fall, we’re headed toward the mass recall.

In flights of fancy with fool’s regard punching holes on a dancer’s card. We look to hope and the songs of bard. To bolster courage and a stand of brass with hair that’s tinted by sassafras, they yank at culture, faith and our class. None are found at midnight mass.

In days we quibbled and promised not, that grace we’re given we soon forgot. Let Jesus take the final shot its all for one or one for naught. My thinking made adjust in proclamation engaging trust not about the fear we once discussed or protestation to which we’re bussed.

In daze we squandered our righteous chance to gain our lusts in deep romance, the flowers gone by happenstance we now retreat when we should advance. In prayers and wishes we reside swallowed by our hungry pride seeking power as our promised guide.

In days of lore and fabled trance we hoped to make our second stance, but footing gave before the lance. So dirt became us and dust we knew gone to stone and ocean’s blue, not much regard for the things we knew we turned against the righteous few.

In hopeful days but absent lies and the indulgent power it defies with shoulders hard and bright blue skies reduced in size the teeth and eyes. Our worries gone and twice forgiven our death eschewed we living life we twice were given.

In days diminished and nights with no dark we found resolve in book and ark our ventures left in garden park. With tears of blood we cried our last all the rotten things of mindful past with hands anew we ran so fast to bow and helm and cloth filled mast.

Changed to a better state of thinking in the mind of Christ. Erased programming or bad mental infrastructure as if the crisp, morning reminder that Winter ends in Spring.

This the hive mind illumination is promised revelation of self. Luring thinking into the rabbit holes shrouded in the darkness of shadow and wounded contemplation.

No good road begins with false or wrong direction. A chest full of breathable air, strength of leg and heart we approach the things meant for us when we pursue the august plantings.

Asking forgiveness, convicted of mistaken walk, seeking to retreat and find the skinny path, unfamiliar and uncomfortable on the open road. The quiet mentality of transformed man.

I cannot release what I never received nor bid tidings to that without commitment. Only lay patiently for Spirit’s guidance to the hopeful swells and wanderings of the gifted resurgence.

Appreciating my grappling, weakened hands seek grip and enjoy the wrestle from standpoint of steps taken in misunderstanding. These are the days of awakening.

The fury of night approaches. Gone are the runway light and clear cleat moorings defying gale and ocean. Time to slip and slide as feet find purchase in solidarity with season.

We are not adept but gifted in things beyond all cleverness. In perpetuity finding rest and refitting by the gift that never stops aplenty. Oh, to see the rise of last hill and valley.

This one God will have to cure. The looming darkness faced by those who remain in disobedience, choice or compelling soaks my heart in tears. If I am not as Pastor supposed to feel this longing for humanity, then why did Paul proclaim the same anguish? I may not be accountable for their separation from God forever, but the fact that so many will suffer eternal punishment not only breaks this heart but places upon it a immutable yearning that only the mind of Christ may wipe clean.

It is in this position of my own mourning that I find joy in the Stand with God’s Holy Spirit but remain hopefully sad in the expectations of my heart for God’s Will: that all will come to the knowledge of the Truth. This hurts, I know that it is part of the anointed road that I must follow and is made more difficult by the flock hounding me to not be sad but rejoice in it. In this dissension I am left seeing a departure for the body. Sorry folks it hurts to watch mankind choose something other than God.

That having been said the JOY of God is my strength. There are miracles to be done and part of that which spurs me onward is the knowledge that the fields are ripe and the workmen few. The only answer is discipleship and the call of the Holy Spirit responded to by those who understand their need for salvation and the King of Kings. That is what I teach and preach every time God grants me the privilege of sharing His Word. Why else would He send us ambassador to this fallen world?

Without the tension of opposites their is not struggle. Without these contending ideas and the commitment to the Work of God there is no cost for stepping onto the Battlefield of Mankind’s precarious position. Without the pain associated with the price of doing nothing then something is never undertaken. We are told to stand in Good Courage, against what? Against an enemy that would have us listless, directionless, void of action and the commitment to follow through.

In Jesus’ name it is time for a stand against all that is evil creeping up in the passions of hearts yet to Know Christ Jesus. The Pain associated with this dilemma is catalyst for my continued and enduring action in the Holy Spirit. If you want me happy all the time then perhaps I am not the leader you’ve thought to make me, for I follow not even myself but Gods Will for my life. I am Joyous in the Victory, Love and Grace of God yet weeping as the Sheep yet gathered unto their Shepherd, Jesus The High Priest, Savior, Lion and Lamb of Judah, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, God Almighty. In Jesus Name I wipe my tears to clear my eyes for the Battle that has already been won. May He preserve us.

Denying not that I love. Yet the air, rarefied and clarified by nuance with slow steady promptings from the foundations of the real. There is no condition but be conditioned by the condition within the situation, sharpened, softened, hardened made sweet not bitter by time.

Oh, sublime release of all inadequacies, intemperance and desire for control, becoming old with the age of grace and perpetual transformation. An alliance with service in the midst of a revolving set of universal extra’s some of which have a clue and a message for you or me.

What wicked rock besets or anticipates collision with the embrace of oceans repetitive, intentional and unrelenting bringing to bear just enough erosive potency to shed the moss and ages? Are we so tightly armor clad that the vestiges and abuses of ravenous winters avoid confrontation?

No for the battle is of neurons, protons, electrons and molecules determined to bump into ever mass and force equally universally bound by powers beyond them. Agitated, afraid and resentful they set in purpose a quest of steal, lend and transfer the curve, embraces and gravity given unto all.

Embrace yet not seeing a circumstantial alignment of like energy set to weather and purpose reducing the shroud and loudly declaring the witness of our making. Parietal focus in conveying the acid morphing potential of stomachs pent upon their own destruction.

Into what shall we be made ready? What form or pleasure sanctifies my mooring, tending toward rising stars of yet marked galaxies jumping the parameters of light, quark and harness to produce and plant the beginnings of that which until then remains unknown.

Count it all joy. This world has reduced to a compendium of random and colliding incidents that present a steady dose of shiny objects to follow, subsequently stealing peace and joy. I must admit my game has to be upped. Up until this point in time things were manageable. Pain was tolerated, betrayal was moderate or rarely seen and God’s unfolding plan was being revealed on a consistent revealing by the curtain being pulled back.

However, recently its gangbusters in Dodge City. Gunslingers, False prophets and preachers, Kid’s seeking Jesus who their parents barely knew about and episode after episode of correlating occurrences matching scriptural prophecy. Everyone around me has either gone a bit insane or has become grounded and based, even to the point of them trying to convince me that they too have found peace. It truly is wonderful.

What conflicts resolve by themselves after midnight. Many are caught in a repetitive paragraph that appears to be their lifeline. Looking off into the distance they chant and repeat a narrative that keeps them below the launch point to loony town. At first I feel right into the soup terrain struggling to get my swim on then laughing and finding it nice and warm here with the carrots, celery and onions. When soup is the order of the day then make it.

Close proximity to eschatological congruence I try and answer the questions but before I finish the very last statement they are on to the next perpetual merry go round. I must admit when I make the mistake of using the flesh to deal with circumstance I rapidly Peter out or Tucker out if you find it more appropriate. These are the days when things will invariably overwhelm. Most will seek peace, melancholy, smooth jazz or beach walks.

But Christ is the only way we will find peace in the coming months and years as allocated. Soon this will eclipse menagerie, cascading off the rails plunging deeply in crevasse only to caterwaul to the heavens moments later. Thank you for the times that are prompting my maturity in faith. Having to abandon long distance Pastorship as inadequate for all but the missions face to face. Now, it is the time to teach, preach and evangelize.

There must be a family situation in the Body of Christ or it will not work. There must be mutual love leading to respect or relationships will suffer and crack. For we were meant to face these things together not by self or for self. There may be a time and likely that each of us will be called for a particular time and situation to perform our purpose for our creation. But the journey must be made together and cannot be based on contempt.

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The Secret of my joy: I am not here to achieve the bullet points of the man who died upon the Cross with Christ Jesus. I have born again for reasons greater than the intense, personal desires and happiness profile of that expired man. I have been born again by spirit for God’s powerful purpose and the opportunity to daily, choose that Will, that Plan, God’s Plan over my own.

All men are born of Water, few are born again by Fire, this is the rebirth, being born again that confuses the mind of religious scholars but is self evident even to youth. Thank you Mothers for delivering these children of which I was once one to have the opportunity to live for this temporary existence or experience the rebirth as heaven born, adopted, transformed, seed of God’s Forgiveness, Hope and Redemption for in Christ Jesus upon that Cross.

What does it mean to be born of the Fire Baptism that most denominations misunderstand? Well, without it we cannot even call ourselves the Sons of God, be sealed for eternity, stand against the Dominion of God’s defeated enemies, share in Christ’s inheritance, be a member of the Body and Bride of Christ. We can’t even have Spiritual Site without which the parables of Christ’s ministry confounded the smartest among men, giving sight to the blind, healing to the sick and everlasting life to those who believe.

There are no denominations in heaven yet we swear by them here. That’s outrageous yet we will ponder our greatest arguments to involve ourselves in endless argument for self righteousness against the STARK truths of the Gospel. Many follow faiths that claim, “special revelation”, opened eyes and the understanding knowledge of the gods, just as Eve experienced when she ate of God’s Forbidden Fruit. This is nothing new but a recommissioning of the enemy’s deception subtlety in the Garden. Yet men go about attempting in argument and additional scripture to somehow convince the world, when they themselves have not been sealed by the Holy Spirit’s Baptism by Fire.

Let us look at the symbolic misunderstanding surrounding even the Water baptism. I say symbolic because John the Baptist was baptizing across the Jordan before the coming of Messiah, therefore symbolism was all that was established. Water Baptism symbolizes the Death with Christ on the Cross and taking our sins upon Him into Death, as being plunged under the water symbolizes. Then being raised to eternal life in rebirth rising from the water as Christ Jesus was risen, conquering death and cleansing us from our sin by taking it into death with him. It remains symbolic yet denominations will attempt to exclude new believers from rebirth by making the symbol the replacement for the actual rebirth in the Holy Spirit.

There is the definition of replacement theology. That is any doctrine that replaces the Gospel message for any other doctrine. God’s Word is clear that if anyone comes preaching another doctrine whether angel of man, they are ANATHEMA to God. So if your denomination, which doesn’t exist in heaven is REPLACING God’s Word with their own doctrine where are they in the War with God? Secondly, be born again admits us to the Adoption by God in Christ Jesus, the everlasting Life we were promised for believing on Him. Without the Holy Spirit’s baptism by FIRE, being born again as heavenly being, we cannot be part of the Body of Christ. Think on that Churches self proclaiming they are experts and gatekeepers of Faith are using Replacement theology to supposed open those gates that they themselves have found denied.

Knowing Christ Jesus, abiding/enduring in HIM and having HIS Spirit living with my heart is the only evidence and recognition of my salvation and non symbolic but rather real rebirth into the Kingdom Of Heaven, the Eternal Family adoption, joint heirship, Son of God that he promised I may choose to become. In fact God’s Word tells us to work out our salvation in Fear and Trembling. That does not at all resemble the lies of Once Saved Always Saved human surety we are sold in denominational faith. Let us remember that although denominational faiths swear allegiance to the same God, through the Same Spirit and same faith they spend their yearly time trying to convert/SAVE each other or convince though theological argument those who they believe are LOST to God.

None of that is my job. The salvation of each person I meet is beyond my power, job or authority. They may only be called by Spirit to salvation, empowered in the indwelling of the Holy Spirits Fire Baptism and sealed for eternal life by that interaction. I am nothing other than experiencing the enormous experience of being the broken cup that shared the cool water of God’s Gospel that sponsored their own voyage to God’s offer of Grace. But joyous that remains to think that when I go into a group of people I don’t go alone but indwelt by the Sword and the Spirit of God’s Word, the discerner of Heart’s, Mind’s and intention’s. My arguments, power or instruments are not useless a twenty second best on the list of my toolset. God knows their hearts, minds and intentions. HE knows what they need to hear in order to have sponsored life action to come to Him in faith. My job is to trust HIM and love them enough to share the Gospel message.

Is your Rebirth symbolic or real? You will know them by their fruits Jesus said and also frighteningly told us that without them He would not know us, remaining in the sins of the man who should have died upon the Cross with Jesus. Without the HOLY Spirit’s indwelling I got nothing. I got no salvation, no power, no proof, no fruits and I never really either understood or took seriously the VERILY, VERILY of Jesus’ ministry. When someone is sent in my path, I get the gift of God. He is sending them/me that I may share His Word of Love, giving them the gift of opportunity at Grace. I know God’s Will through His Word Therefore I know He wants all to come to the Knowledge of the Truth. May I then assume that He has brought each of us together to produce that outcome? Of course, why else would they meet a knucklehead, broken cup Pastor like me?

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.

Arguments are useful in logically, emotional and experientially navigate steps to analyze the positives, negatives and impacts of any question worthy of investigating. That having been said the outcome of these important processes are rarely going to be determined by overwhelming majority. Why, because the logic of sufficient opinion or evidence on both sides of the topic have adequate gravity to represent both ideas as logical recourse. However one idea must prevail meaning that in a court of nine the outcomes will typically reside in the 6-3, 5-4 range than the weighty majority of clear cut arguments of superiority.

This worldly acceptance is not championed in the Church, for we are not governed by a council of 9 but by ONE Holy and Righteous God who doesn’t ask but commands along the lines of His defined righteousness. We as believers struggle with this worldly, desire filled process and misunderstand the Sovereignty of God, His anointed and therefore believe arguing your point as in the world is common place or right. In God’s economy there is someone, HIM in charge and not only is He in charge but we are called put aside SELF, deny those internal urges, wants or reasons and serve the purposes of His Glory and Will.

As with any situation this may at first appear unfair by the opinion of those who belief that there own will and desires should be considered before such direction is proffered. This is an irremovable conflict without the Omnipotence of God and a Choice by each believer to either submit to God’s Will or follow their own. The logic is overwhelming that arguing with God is not going to produce desirable outcome. Does God listen, of course He is the most Loving Father. However, there is a magnitude difference in listening to and capitulating to created beings when He is the only Creator. The energy is exacerbated when these same expectations are ignored in dealing with God’s Anointed, Prophets or Husbands. As they are not God, there may be a reluctance to heed their direction which is wrong thinking. Scripture is clear that these men are His representatives and ought be honored with similar respect.

Since arguments are more likely to be resolved in the center of possible outcomes rather than in majority ruling there are likely unless mature those who are going to disagree or be unhappy with the decisions of arguments. Someone is going to for optics purposes win and the other lose. But that is the definition of fairness associated with discussion, reflection, argument and repair. In Christianity and living by and for the Will of God to His Glory there are no losers or winners but only winners. This challenges the thinking of those freshly come to faith and is natural acid to the stomachs of those who continue in a list of outcomes with which they are going to be satisfied. That presents natural potential for abrasion in the Body which must be managed with the augmentation of God’s Holy Spirit fruits. Those seeking their own will and seeking the abrasive nature of sharpening Iron will often regrettably culminate in worldly operations and cause emotional upset or strife within the body. Until we are all comfortably certain in our submission to God’s Will these will continue to provide potential upset in the Body of Christ.

Pastors, Husbands and those seeking God’s Will do not wish to Dominate you into doing that which you don’t accept as best according to your own will. As a Pastor, Preacher, Teacher, Evangelist and Man I have limited patience with those who wish to argue, Dominate, Diminish, coerce or strongarm me with arguments pent on achieving their own will. I desire to be like Christ and be gentle, patient and long suffering with those who question God’s Will for their lives or challenge my anointing, decisions or suggestions but at some point if this is standard dispensation or expectation I will seek council elsewhere. I was not sent to argue and find it repulsive to my own health and well being. That does not mean I wish to compel, order or Dominate Believers, but when it is consistent and repetitive I must then understand that there is contempt, lack of reverence or a mismatch between God’s Will as I see it and a believer who wishes to argue for their own avenues.

Christianity is all about Choice. That means we both get to make the choice to proceed or depart. If argument persists I guarantee you unless God intervenes and tells me to remain in the relationship as Pastor I will step away and allow you to go achieve your objectives without concern for my opinion, counsel or continued wheel spinning to win or lose as is the world expectation. Please if you hold me in contempt I hope that you would agree it is better for you to find someone for whom you have clear lines of respect as you are unlikely to respect, Trust or champion my direction. Just as there is choice in each interaction there is also love. The outcome that sees us both love and loved is the best one for me.

New, heart repaired, life abundant and everlasting. The blue sky waiting a short walk beyond the treeline. Billowing clouds, chirps and no sound of rumbling thunder. The storms they will come but for now joy of the hope found in the renewing of a dream.

Crunching cones beneath well worn shoes that have made it through desert and stream. What a blessing to walk in the midst of welcome winds and sunshine on unburdened shoulder. Finding my way to places I never saw on the map’s edge.

Weakly perched yet stable against the prevailing winds of change. No more orange on black and midnight reasoning, left to admire the crystal blue and soft amber moon. These thoughts, no longer frightful investigate the envelopes written no delivered.

Seemingly from no where the smile interrupts. Capturing my face with the joy of children chuckling, during those moments when it is okay to just be a kid for awhile. Pale in comparison the shades of mystic wonder escape from a box of news yet told.

What shines through each dilemma? What hopeful words comfort those in trial as if those fears shall not be remembered. And Long ago we found somber paths that promised an end in peace. Wondering quite frankly what good thing would tomorrow bring.

The shores arrive too swiftly, not ready to depart or walk on sandy bottom, pants half wet to catch the cleat embarking. What courage may be found in leaving all known function to move the clanking metal parts and rusty buckets that promise the hereafter.

Yet, go we must as no shores may last forever only bid you discover the mystery of wandering seas and shining mountain. There are better things in the unknown than that which presents itself as the slumber aided rest of today extended.

To the elect there is great promise. Not simply of hope but the passions that abide in certainty. The buzz and biz of life’s dancing to distract us. And marble sholes the foundations of everlasting, whispering, bidding, tugging us to eternity.