Asking for inspiration embraces anticipation of the unknown, in direction, primal intention and urgency of mind and foot. There is no resonance without cavity, yet the mountain hums. No understanding without context yet all crave some higher state or content. What makes a man seek?

Why do you look oh fettered man? What release beckons, no awaits your quest for emancipation? is it freedom or eternal misunderstanding of the shackles cast round your ankles, hands and heart? Is it so hard to love yourself enough to search for a place without dimension?

Do we so crave prisons of thought and person that we adapt addiction and yearning to work as new found master? What is joint venture and may two share the same dedication to service of the coming King? When and what have we seen that we may properly measure time?

What is a body or thought in discord with self or capture to the same? Teasing what we think to be mania, we assume to be always in the right. When person-hood crumbles who is recipient of lost fate? With the anguish of denied purpose signal or trigger alternative wicks of justice?

Flowing acquisition of victories untold, both new and far older than time allowed our vision. When days were yet crafted we stood aside amazed and overwhelmed in possibility and promise. Reluctant to look away our quaking hearts set aflame by the simplicity infinitesimal.

Enemies a dying focus of misdirected allegiance to a failure absent any hope or resolution. Still, nerves yet driven by expectation or planning, assuaged the effort and reloaded the adept. Faith um-pausing assumption all before us would be cleaned as path drawn in siege.

These memories trying the calm within this fiery heart, the cool of rained forest saturates my leaven. To right and real the heaven’s beckon, men of due recourse and assumptive reason. We left our fate to the hand of greater crafting than even the limit of our thorough eligibility.

Training for preparedness for all that is slated to be revealed. We sat inclined to the sounds and rhythms of God’s opus. Moored to those things set beyond the limits of reason to miraculous. Treasure’s brightly leading the dull fancied hope of this man’s determination.

What is the frequent result of supremacy’s meeting. Undone by thought and foolish heart to find the depths and empty barrels aligned with our reckoning. Learning the instant mechanisms of shock and realignment kindled by a view too glorious for understanding.

Light or dark. The fault lines shift. The end of the time of the Gentiles nears. Have you made your preparations. Do you know the King?

No one wants to have this conversation, except those who understand the gravity of our circumstance and time line. Do you know the King?

We all want to believe ourselves good enough, especially those with no fruitful evidence stuck in the same sins of our past. Do you know the King?

I tell myself fables and short romantic stories where I alone am the hero of the script I’ve written. Inconsistent with the Gospel. Do I know the King?

I walk with the worldly demonstrating no differentiation in our manners, prayers, hopes and vain pursuits. Why am I different. Do I know the King?

My prayer life is tiny, powerless and my intervention for those who might hear the Gospel message is almost non existent. Do I know the King?

What I tell me people of my ventures and my mysterious sojourn of infinite interactions. Are they done for the Kingdom of Self. Do I know the King?

What love we share is superficial, it’s unreal sponsored by moments that make each other feel good with no real enduring charity. Do I know the King?

I fear that all is done for my good fortune. I fear that the light has gone dim in the altar of my heart. I fear the wormhole to never-ending darkness. Does the King Know Me?

What captures my attention, gets all my investments and guides my every thought, action and outcome? Who am I to become. Does the King Know Me?

What do I mean when I tell some one I love them? What is it that I desire for them to give me in exchange? Does my will sponsor my objectives? Does the King Know Me?

I pray that we all know Christ Jesus and that He acknowledges each of us to God and His angels in Heaven. May He do wonderful things in and through you. May He recognize each of us at the moment of our departure from this life. May we all be welcomed into His Presence, Forever. The choice is each of ours. In Jesus’ name. No more time. NOW.

Have a lot of talents but never was a champion of anything other than telling people about Christ. You matter and that is an uncommon message in this world that is brutal on the vulnerable. Those who have been representing the King have been given poor instruction and purpose definition. Loving people doesn’t have an agenda, nor does it follow the paradigm of Church campaign. If our power is the Love of God then why do we abandon all authority replaced with good or business based intention choosing analytics of Sovereign equipping?

People so often tell me that they lost their faith in God because the world is the world and it never stops being a pattern of human disappointment. I don’t fault them in their despair. However, to blame God for man’s continued failure at being Humane or the circumstances not advancing to meet our expectations is perhaps a bit myopic or self defined. That actually is the point of God’s intervention, because Men never could fix this problem that they created. God’s intervention is all about Trusting Him over human capacity to make this right.

That is why God’s Grace is an “offering” to those who want and choose His intervention of Hope. Men will try “real” hard to master this world. That is the deception so easily used to capitalize in our desperate defeat, having been caught up in the lie of self justification. If I never could achieve then smashing my forehead against the same piece of granite in perpetuity is going to produce the same self injury. Water shows us the path to mastery is the instant choice of the path of least resistance. Surrender to God in acceptance of the offer of Grace is that logical conclusion.

Why, do men continue to choose the path of greatest resistance? Well that answer will win you every book deal and prize that men can muster, but few will inevitably choose that answer for it requires “Surrender” which to most of us is the death of self-actualization. Ironically, that is the mysterious answer to the damage of this world, the feeling of inadequacy and the nonsensical pursuit of impossible tasking. Surrender is the answer as well as the things all men fear collectively. That is why the key is humility before God’s Sovereignty. We cannot find Grace without supplication before God’s Throne.

Why then would men continue on this unpleasing road of self reliance? That is the deception and the power over men’s mind. If you wish to see the Hive Men of humanity it is not found in enlightenment but in the caustic dependence upon the premise that we ever had the power to overcome our frailty. Salvation is a thing of God. Therefore, identity is a thing of God as well. If I am determined to get there myself then I never could get there from the outset. Salvation begins with acknowledgement of this ideal. That’s what God’s Word tells us throughout the Old and New Testaments. We created a debt we could not pay and plateau we could not reach. Only He gave us the way to a new paradigm of life everlasting. The Only Way is found in Jesus.

Easy, this run from ridges and harlots to mountains of silence promised. Equipped my soul to reach for stars yet risen. Seeking in the rubble, remnants and spirits of all my pleasures forlorn. Substantial, forbidden, in the fog of freedom’s mindset the character is abandoned.

Behind. Why sorrow in gardens and vestibules remembered only by the lust to call them plenty? What peace have I eluded? Are comfort and pride unique bedfellows? Chasing after the same graven images of days not so soon forgotten. Days of shrines and fields of grain twice broken.

Fertile. The sons and daughters of dry lakes and seeds left dormant in their wakening. Purpose found in intrinsic value discovered. Shaping the world around through aiding in discovery of relationship. Sorrows, fear and aspirations relieved the autonomous struggle revealed making way for freedom to be released.

I miss you even when you’re here. Watching as you leave peace undiscovered or revealed, yearning for release. An open door that is never used for to do so would let go of mooring, past and useful pain. Staring at the answer and wanting it to have a pretty pink bow or sparklers.

The air must be cleared. Things made right. No night left to waken a morn without completion. No final foundings. No remorse. Happenstance be damned in the intentional aspects of a life lived on purpose.

Letting today become yesterday worrying about tomorrow. Part of process shaped and memories interwoven with the things yet laid born. A breath properly released feeling the perfection of promised peace.

What does one say when the lies have been so thoroughly disseminated and infused into public mindset that to mount any angle of conversation creates ravenous response revealing demons in the machinery?

Perhaps, this is a pregnant opportunity? Firstly, establishing the voice of self and the Voice of the Good Shepherd. For my words in defense of reason are not His Words in defense of the Gospel, objective, Sovereign Truth.

What is the sword of the Spirit of God’s Word? Break that down, Sword: metallic weaponry, primarily offensive that may be used to conquer and repel enemies. Spirit: the nature of a being that surpasses the simple carnal aspects of living, God’s Breath into man. God’s: Sovereign aspects owned solely by the Creator, the only Objective thing in this dimension. Word: an instrument of discussion to be known to have been with God at the beginning and established as God, the declaration of Objective Truth supporting all realities the seen and unseen.

Beyond those definitions there resides a deeper understanding of the sword of the Spirit. That is, the POWER incumbent to God with us, the Holy Spirit of God Almighty. The power that made all things is present in the Word of this Sword, in that when the Gospel is Spoken it is the Objective Power of God compelling even light into action. When loosed this Sword is the power higher and greater than all other things in any realm. It is Christ Jesus in the power to make or unmake Creation itself. From this Sword of the Word of God all things must flee into compliance.

In this knowledge is understanding. For I no longer stand myself against the powers and principalities of darkness and the heavenly realm. I now stand as a vessel of God’s Holy Spirit, speaking the Word/Jesus to any power set against me or against His Will. I now have the capacity to evoke the Power that made all things and am no longer a defenseless or mortal man standing in my own inadequacy to defend against or compel powers and principalities. I am objective strength in a subjective world.

What an environment of change and hope, not in the things of our own planning and purpose but the revelation of the Sons of God and His Soon Return for mankind. These are not times for those who are weak in Will or Spirit, for the Dominion of the dark with deceive and overtake all those absent God’s Indwelling Presence. Do you feel overwhelmed or perhaps have convinced yourself that your money is sufficient for your endurance. There is no other path than that found in Christ Jesus and He commanded His Apostles and disciples to wait upon the Baptism of the Holy Ghost, without which all those who would be saved are powerless.

No audience, not ties or tributes. No dreams for fulfillment’s sake. Just brief tortured analysis and deep rhetoric tossed about a titanium mind. What will is broken in pieces to become land mines for the heavy footed? You are not my nonchalant request. Quagmires fallen. These are not the shoes for such wearied feet. Stolen liberties and criminal associations of character and foolish pursuit. The brackish waters of your wounded mindset continued to hold me to a concrete stairway crashing Earthward. I don’t intend to hand you a patterned smile in diamond dentures.

Fresh air. Plummets toward opened lung. Cooling, grounding as slippery rock to waiting waters. What betrayal the stars predicted. And yet our eyes were captured by the lusting hearts and shade. The promenade of men lacking the one thing that held their universe together. Loving only change as rocket loves the separation from the sky into vacuum and dream. Hold this hand not too tightly that I see your upset, indifference in insecurity. That I may taste the pulse and rhythm separating Spirit from Soul. Into the glades at midnight the fear shrouds the absolute panic of the dark slithering waters.

Sing whether from the frosty depths or the tinny shadows of gravity’s clutches. Elements revealed in anguish holler. Pipes and thrushes. Whistling, pops and chirps from the treetops unseen. I have clutches for the power within you. I seek your expression not silence as the meadow calls the wind. Sweep across the open plain, in pain or joyous passion. Felled only by the pleasing call to sustenance. This is the time to seek the final opening. Drawing curtains with mighty sweep to cover our bows, tears and hugs between us. As we seek the cry encore. Hoping that they’ll leave us go for their always planes or trains for boarding. Leaving and love with the light burning bright in heart.

The right action sometimes hurts as we relinquish the will to see it completed. Watching sediment and ink draining from calloused hands we force ourselves to remember. Spinning mechanisms to figure how to pull them apart as they nearly threaten our existence. Fingers of emotion probing deep into the clasped circumference clawing. prying them to separated skies. Knowing my frailty to complete tasks that challenge all aspects of my worldly plan. I am left in my own footprint staring down at the pain I’ve self created.

The joy that some things may never be forgiven or excepted. Not by will or threat, but steeped in the promised love of hope. Together we looked to greater plans. Knowing ourselves pawns, challenged by the plausibility of motion. Steadily growing towards the corner of new lands born of acquiescence in learning. What then of the included pain of conscience or coincidence? As we are found among the forsaken bereft of life and heart.

They will kick open all the garage doors of the universe to quell their pain. Ignoble ideas founded that somehow the silence will forget them. Testing every concept no matter the danger to make a name their Fathers had refused them. Cauterizing themselves from the pain they’ve created as they convince themselves they pursue nobility and truth. Tasting, testing yearning for existence to bring into life the dreams beyond the dark quarter.

But what of my animus and the painted salve guarding flames that would consume awaited nightmare? Heart sizzling like gristle tongued by the edge of fire undistinguished. Beneath Giza and the realms of untold story they would have us simply compelled by unbelief or reason. Am in contempt of self writing to an imagined audience of one or many? These are not the simple obstacles of thought and reason left in array to impede your understanding.

How clear is a man allowed to be in public revelation of the inner Spirit? For years I have struggled with how much is too much, that having been said will relegate me to the persona non grata file for persistent insight. Especially with folks who have been brainwashed in society to believe that men are incapable of intuition of seeing through the eyes of those around them. Look I don’t fault you for being protective of the wounds you have so desperately hidden for so long from so many, but when you’ve come to a Pastor with these gifts please help him temper the sagacity. Salt does not seek to cause damage but cleanse.

You want me to be your “Friend” but in this designation it most often equates to someone who simply listens and never speaks. That is not why God made me a Pastor, that is not why I am filled with His Holy Spirit. I am not your enemy nor do I take pretense in believing that I have absolute freedom to fire, ready, aim in regard to the feelings of humans. Let us remember, you came to me, after long term review of exactly the talents, gifts and realism that I have never hidden in this ministry. I do not come to hurt, wound or exacerbate your wounds, neither did I present myself to obfuscate or allow myself to become part of the dysfunction they have created.

That being said, our job as Christians is love and projecting the fruits of the Holy Spirit on the sphere of our influence. Healing, reviving, raising from the dead, bringing the abundant Life that comes from a relationship with the Lord Jesus. Did Jesus leave people in a wounded state? No, he healed them, often with the conviction and truth that they had been spared in their illness. I am to be gentle, but therein resides a fine line of supporting or enabling the wound to save the person from the personal difficulties of seeing the gangrene within. We must be willing as Spiritual catalysts to open the bandaged wounds in order that Christ may cleanse them, bringing new and everlasting life. I am sorry for one thing, that I had to participate in any of your sorrow for that is not within my heart.

Please pray for and allow me some grace as I struggle with the harshness of my youth in being more gentle. I do so want to approach you and speak with you in full focus upon the right manner and pace of delivery. Can we agree that there was a reason we have been brought together and that is our mutual growth, health and maturation? I would in betrayal to the King and to myself if I were incapable or unwilling to be the man He created in this new wine skin if I stood by and allowed or enabled the very insidious poisons that left either of us in a dysfunctional or wounded state, especially when it may be admitted that is perhaps one of the greatest reasons our paths crossed. It must be addressed that many come to this Pastor proclaiming their love for me in a romantic sense because they have a need or yearning to be free of the wounds and then when Christ sets them free they suddenly lose that original need for this Man they have come to know. This has occurred so many times in a pattern that I would ask that you continue to look at me as Pastor, eschewing for reason the label of Friend, Mate or Man.

In order to see the wounded as they come within my realm of focus I must wear my heart upon my sleeve. This unfortunately or fortunately which ever your perspective opens me to the pain that they are feeling as if it were my own. Or perhaps if you want to view me in that regard you are looking beyond the man that I am. I am a Pastor it is not my career choice it is who I am. There may be a woman to whom I may extend the married grace of infrequently addressing the issues seen through spiritual insight which are often mistaken as analysis, but that woman is going to have to take her own health very seriously in mirroring the man she is with not the man she wishes me to become. There are places that people are going and there are places that they are right now, they ought not be confused.

So hard to imagine, having won before battle’s begun. Enlisting courage as confidence instead of fearing through night and storm. What then does man look upon as nothing closes in upon surety? Feet not breaking the surface tension, held aloft by the unseen Hand of Almighty God. Together on the other side.

Wobbling inertia. Compensation indirect. Circumventing the cache and repositories of passion. Reluctant in admission to relentless expectations and analyses forgotten. Patterned only by the best options available. We sought the sweetness of home in our foretelling. Breeze upon sun bright skin.

All promise observed in our reflection. Knowing destinations beyond the nearest star. We calculate in reason that none shall heel or falter. To see ourselves in the eyes of children passing onward. We live direct unworried by face or failure. Only waving to the winds and passing seas on our way to destination.

It began at the Thunderous mention as the light became our guidance. Watching out for happenstance and disregarding sight. All believed that the heaven’s were our birthright and wilderness our approval. Finding not worth but love along the road to Trust. Into the belly of the beast we went awaiting our surrender.