Granted some effort is shy of understanding, but gathered within a man may unleash certain unrelenting torrent of skill, will and activity that he is viewed capable of moving yonder mountain. What if inside the mechanisms of personal fury the Creator dwelt, ready upon His Will to move said mountains to the middle of the oceans wide simply to make Himself known among men?

Take down the masks of fear, dread and measured expectation. Walk and think with the legs, hands and determination of the Father. Unleash that quiet echoing trumpet sounding broad as the voice of angels to calm the seas and spread hope across parsecs. This is the rebirth of man to something beyond his first fashion. Rekindled to burn with rage and intensity at the center of the burning Sun.

But remember the greatest strength permeating a man of God is Love. Not weak, flimsy, rose petals of harmonious whisper but the binding care and protection a Father has for newborn Son. Lead them as they have always been worth the gift of your own life. Treat them with the care you never received remembering the flesh that never could have fulfilled you in promise or purpose.

You want power than give up any measure of that wielded for self or man’s will alone. This is not some sorcerer’s stone, staff or potion lasting for a time external, but the indwelling Spirit of God bearing you to new life, giving you force, understanding and grace beyond any self-mastery. Teaching us truths beyond the realms of personal expectation and growth. Transforming you into part of heaven.

In You Lord I rejoice. No circumstance or evidence is necessary to fulfill the hope of my heart. In fact, my looking for events apparently is the avenue to susceptibility via deception. How may a man abide in You, Lord Jesus and be looking to the world for indications of the veracity of hope that should have been well written upon my heart?

Yes, we see the season of Your return and Glorious Appearing which I love, but knowing the season through evidence is not the same as having believed upon the promises of God. We clearly see that we are in the pregnant period for the Return of Christ. We are not looking to indications for date but rather a season to make ready our hearts and lives for that Return.

Say unto them, As I live, saith the Lord GOD, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel? Ezekiel 33:11. Therefore I take no joy in the death of those you want to come to the knowledge of the Truth.

The things that we see with our eyes, hear with ears and feel in interaction with this world let them be not proofs but reminders of promise and duty. We are here not to rejoice in the dying of the wicked but in the moments to tell them of the light with our tongues that may unfortunately used for slander. Let me love Father instead of rejoicing at those who fall before our favor.

In Jesus’ name I love you.

Bearing fruit does not include the worldly evaluation of how I spoke, how I said the words or how short I fell from your or my expectation. It is looking like Christ, not out of some master planned effort but through the Spirit of God Almighty having provided the seeds, fertilization and blossoms of fruit through the Branch of Jesus. I did not do well because I fell short of those things you needed to approve my performance. I did not do well because my connection to Christ either was interrupted, unhealthy or leveraged by His disapproval of my pursuits.

I was born again to look like Christ. Why then would I not look like Him? This is such an elementary Christian question that it boggles the mind we do not ask it of ourselves each day. Why am I not bearing the fruits of the indwelling of Christ’s Spirit? I believe we as a body avoid this question because we cannot bear the answer we inevitably receive. Three apparent explanations: I don’t know Christ in which case I do not possess the Spirit to bear fruit, or my actions are outside of His Will and therefore He is not bearing fruits through me or worse yet I have decided that I do not need to bear fruit for my own intended works are sufficient.

Man and woman are brought together for a union so powerful that God ordains it not be broken except by bond of death. Therefore, any union pursued for the sake of personal/emotional/financial/sexual fulfillment will always be outside of God’s Will, for absent that anointing and the commitment to go until death parts you there will never be sufficient salve to heal wounds and bear ample fruits. These not being of sufficiency or absent immediately force believers to face, avoid or accept the fact that the union is outside of God’s Will. It is a difficult and unpleasant truth to acknowledge however every believer needs admit and accept the facts making steps to rectify the position or depart out of in-congruence.

The pain created in this mature observation/action is always unpleasant, reflecting the importance of a vow before God. However, this may be faced in joy as a perfect indication of the consistency of pursuit of a particular marriage. In fact, if we as the Body were to use this measure to determine all things appropriate we would rapidly mature and avoid those situations that will not bear fruit when pursued. We must also understand that God will use all things to the good for those who love Him and walk according to His purpose. So, when we make poor or decisions that may be viewed as emotional when they crash as they must God will use it for good meeting the qualifying criteria.

It really therefore doesn’t matter how much I love you except as God provides that enduring Love through Spirit to lay down my life for the mate God has given me. No amount of self-help psychology or participative effort will ever match that unending provision of Spirit for an ordained marriage. Conversely no amount of attempted respect or reverence offered a man will be sufficient if not born of the representative union of a believer for God in the Spirit. We will give people either what we are capable of producing or we will give them the unending fulfillment of God’s Love found through Spirit. When approved by God I should have infinite love for my mate and the patience to find it each time the trials are beyond my own personal tolerance.

This is a hard truth for those like me who would love to find a good mate in this lifetime. The plateau it reveals is that I have either yet to meet her or that my own Spiritual Union with Christ is somehow absent. When connected to the Spirit I will bear the Fruits of the Spirit. So if those Fruits are evident in my life alone and not in any relationship I hope will bless it is painfully clear that I am to remain alone in God’s Will for my life. I will not discount that I have already found her or remain in waiting, but it does make clear that fruitless relationships ought be avoided as my own creation. If I have met her and there was no fruit and I was doing things that were inconsistent with God’s Will, until we are both within God’s ordained commands for a marriage that fruit will evade our production.

The secret has always been being in God’s Will as Jesus said, “ Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven”. If I am not doing the Father’s Will how may I ever rationally expect that a marriage I am trying to shoulder will ever bear fruits consistent with God’s Will? For it never will. They have failed from the outset when I determined to depart from what I knew was God’s Good and Perfect Will and never would have been fruitful without that consistent commitment. That realization though painful is the truth that sets us each free from our irrational pursuits and expectation in unions that are never going to bear His Fruits. No amount of effort, self-help or bargaining would ever make it any different. In His name on this wonderful day that He gave us. Jesus Lives.

I don’t know your answers, but I will ask the Lord for both of us. Thinking of words that were fashioned before time was an idea. I cannot resolve all the difficulties for there would remain no challenge in the campaign to become a better man. This day, these trials and temptations are meant for my transition, from carnal to eternal. As much as I wish to escape them and move to a comfortable easy stride perhaps downhill, that ease would not my mind or legs prosper.

Oh, easy street, when will you rise up to meet our feet? This is what I hear brandished about in the winny of human whim. My own heart fools me into the fantasy of comfort, thinking that is my perfect resting place. Though on the contrary this heart of pain and simplicity has born more growth in one months time then years upon the cushy bed of comfort. I would not wish the arduous tasks upon men but in season after season I see them and myself turned to better for it.

How is it that in getting older I grow less weak. Though my body and mind should naturally be slowing I find my strength renewed, increased in some defiance of the natural order of carnality. What is diminished by growth in everlasting? My heart, mind and soul do not like the efforts placed upon them yet they grow in endurance, character, hope and resilience when so pressured.

I do so miss the idea of love. Pausing throughout the day to imagine the depth and relief provided in a supportive wife, family and friends. God said it is not good for man to be alone, of that I have no doubt. Though being alone in contentment of His provision, protection and promise I have been able to help those who have fallen or become lost on the road to their Godly outcomes.

Can that be wrong? Can this man crave comfort, normalcy and repetition only to find within that framework the agonies of self reliance, complacency and sedentary reasoning? I am so sorry that doing God’s work makes this path appear the prison of my unfulfilling nightmares in that conversation we so crave with Christ. For when a man knows that which is right and does not do it that is sin.

Mine begins when I want to lie still in embrace. Comforted, emptied of the world’s concern, peaceful in my own definition of completion. Time and again I find the passions of effort, decision and more struggle than I may personally withstand the caveats to true attainment. I do not wish for rest, but know that my rest is in Christ Jesus, for He is the Sabbath. We seek peace yet do not know Him and therefore cannot know the true peace of God’s intention.

In my world there will always be More than enough, as God is faithful to provide for all of our needs according to His riches and Glory by Christ Jesus. I shall not be in want for I trust Him implicitly with the life He gave me. But this is not something within the grasp of most men or those who would be with them. I live in a perfect garden, not by man’s expectation nor the deceitful pits and voices of my own heart, but by the Grace of God for which I am created.

Is the light so dim that we assume our determined failure in the lack of factual, tangible evidences? What fruits do failure bare? Is absolution obtained through meager manly effort? What then is the measure of miracles? If they are achievable by men why then do those seeking them beg sorcerers, tyrants and kings?

What was there standard request of Jesus? What do we beg God to do when we are at the precipice? Can we fly from that perch upon which we self-elevated? What then of those with tainted blood simply seeking to touch the knots of His name? Why seal a tomb and place guards upon it if your campaign were susceptible to conspiracy?

They knew and so do we that God has come to Earth. And in our denial, blindness and lack of reverent fear we invent stories and vain imaginary explanation to rid ourselves of the pestering fear that He will at some point return in Wrath. It is not His logical dismissal that we fear but acknowledgement of the nightmarish Truth within our own hearts.

Now, as the evidence of heart and mindful upset increases they must again demand miracles as evidence of God’s presence. They must demand He come today or know the exact date of His return in order to access the Truth they have always know to be self-evident. All men are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights.

Do you think they were daft at penning this proclamation? Yet, those seeking absolute proof of what they know to be absolute proof continue to claim that men who believed upon Christ wrote a document having nothing to do with His Blessings, Law or Love. This folly persists and is self-indulging, just as my attempts to absolve myself of wickedness are futile.

I wasn’t save by parlor tricks. It took God’s sacrifice to reconcile me to His Throne and blessings. I could never do it. Do I now demand miracles as evidence of that sacrifice? How about the miracle that they so desperately try to hide, deny, explain away and change, the resurrection of the Lord Jesus that they cannot avoid or reconcile with history’s transformation?

My existence is rather insignificant. Ask those who have dismissed me from their frame of reference. They can easily banish any of us to the realms of nonexistence though it typically requires carefully gleaned wheat of fault, failure or rhetorical consequence. The difficulty resides in the pestering gadfly of God’s revelation before all men.

I possess no aptitude for miracles. I cannot remake my failures nor change my heart to be something that I could never personally obtain, the image and reflection of Christ Jesus. Yet, those who would dismiss this disciple struggle in their own consciousness with the fruits they see born by a man they have pronounced non grata. Since, they want miracles and know that I have none, it is then easy to relegate me to the rubbish heap of the unimportant.

However, as with dismissing Jesus they struggle to dismiss the Power of Prayer, the Light of Eye and the emergence of likeness of Our God. You see it is the most annoying argument for them as with Christ Jesus and people who follow Him without evidence they cannot dispel in miracle or prayer the glowing transformation within each of us.

That light burns within, however tiny its flicker it reflects upon the world without. Those who have been born again by the Baptism of Fire shall never be dimmed except by their own efforts to conceal that relationship as if it never existed. The dilemma for mankind resides in the revelation of born fruit, answered prayer, apparent miracles where there is no aptitude or power to deliver them. The truth in the light may not be dismissed. All crave it yet they have fallen in love with the lesser miracles of self.

Father God, I am sorry for loving someone else with the heart, mind, soul and strength reserved for You alone. Though, I pray for forgiveness Lord, it is to the correction that I so desperately look forward. To that end Father, I surrender my life to Your Transforming and Powerful Hand. Remake me Father in the image of Your Holy and Righteous Son who was sent to die for my sins. I praise You for the forgiveness and the continued Faithful direction that will eventually demonstrate the Fruits of that transformation through my walk with Your Spirit.

Father, any marriage is fully empowered through Your Will and any vow or coupling outside of that is doomed to strife, dishonor and dysfunction. Thank You for clarifying that in my incomplete attempts to remain fully engaged in watching Your Son in the boat as I cross the lake of my life. Cross, lake, life these are certainly words of contemplation with Your Holy Word. Lord I was made for worship for You Alone. Father if there were ever to be a marriage that would be true to Your Will it would be defined by those fruits of Your Holy Spirit and the doctrine of Purity, Holiness and Righteousness that we of the Body embrace in being set apart for You.

I have failed once again and in that failure have found victory through Christ Jesus. For each time I err I am reconvened within the relationship with Your Spirit, convicting me of my short sided attempts at bringing about my own solutions in life. I have been born again, by the Seed of Your Holy Spirit to live an eternal life no longer governed by the constraints or laws of this world, a new Covenant through Christ. Lord let me look for the new Wine, the First Fruits of my own resurrection from the death upon Calvary’s Cross. Let me reside in the earnest dedication to the skinny path before me. I am sorry when I have not loved, been gentle or sober minded, but I am most stricken by my distance from You in my own pursuits.

May I walk on the path designated, directed and clarified by Your Spirit in discernment. In Jesus’ Precious name.

I met a woman the other day. She was seated at the Body shop waiting for her car to be completed. All the counter folks were busy, I smiled and she said, “Do I know you”? I told her that I was man of God and that I smile and greet everyone. She said that I greeted her as if I knew her. I said that I love everyone and hoped she had a wonderful day. The conversation ended as the counter people said, “next”.

Yesterday while checking out at the dollar store, I saw a funeral notice on the counter for this weekend, Resurrection Sunday weekend. It was the same lady I met several days ago. I was surprised and remembered her unwillingness to share a good moment and was suddenly sorry for her and her family. We never know when our time is come. We never know when God is going to offer our last breath. Every moment counts.

Folks please don’t waste the moments you’ve been given. Go to God in Christ Jesus and ask for direction, power, purpose and protection to complete the objectives for which He sent you to Earth. All of our time is short, yet we offer flippant words, take life for granted and fail to be content in all that we have been given. Look I may be a goofy faced Pastor of Christ offering smiles to all I meet and an encouraging Word to them that want one, but that is the reason I am here. What’s your reason?

Daydream’s display. Nothing kept to breast. Naked. 

Songs running rampant in the burning upset heart. 

Knowing that they all see the weakness and remember.

Kept nothing in reserve all fuel pumped into cylinder.

To see the raging flame burn so bright it draws them.

Impact head on to rid the wolf and recessed escape.

Betrayed in the innocence of love he’d wanted hidden.

Or pray tell shadowed from the hungry eyes of devils.

No plateau for distant viewing, promontory spear safe.

Bullseye painted center mass red chested cross haired

What then of keen discernment and real interpretation?

Well aware of lurking frames and distant painted hearts

Laughing as they will at the wounds posted dead center.

They seek to find a better, more acceptable situation.

Relieved of opportunity in disgrace tepid bake for home.

We are not the purple flame cast with orbs of yellow.

To entertain those looking for better planted fields.

Amidst the life of bounty the pain that stands intrinsic.

Waking dormant hurt or kindling bruises yet ventured.

What view so proud standing beside the wilting Lilly? 

Valley’s purged of song and chiding children singing.

Words of wisdom found friendly in denial of the dance.

We rested whilst some sought to recover pleasure’s lost

Afoot and kneeling to pray upon timely deliverance.

We waited and found that execution far more splendid.

Realizing outcomes neglected nirvana’s pinched wick

As nothing more useful than truly standing there in love.

The gentle man I cannot see. Beyond the rushing, turbulent waters and pressuring pipes. Kind as a hand to help you up a welcome smile with whom we sup. No nightmare’s call, no sand abrades having put down the blades of discomfort and defense. Calmly on the sands of this time waiting for the call or conveyance to battlefield or silent altar.

Some things are chipped away in the jostling quest. Boundaries of acetone and chaos seeking dominion in the freakish melee. Where is this anger to be deposited but upon those whom are loved. Raging in the dark of night and the broad silent base of morning sun. Torn from the peace of a once love filled child beaten beyond self control.

Oh, thrashing upset, find pulse and peace in quiet dawn. There is no tomorrow without making it across the canvass of today. No darkened heart, no porous membrane of the vacuous night. Absorbing, stealing, making resistant the loving intent. To joy and calm we see the turbulent seas reside seeking soft and sheltered lagoon.

What’s made when mettle is melded to outcomes beyond person and resolve? What questions asked into the silent separation from the things yet come? Beckon, seek, send sounding to the glorious and unknown depth of reasonable request. To reconcile the pieces that should never been shaken or torn asunder in the fray.

Be still owe the knowledge of the day as its light pierces corner or doorway. Shielded eyes, hand held tightly to furrowed brow hoping for answers yet reluctant in revelation. Not to oracle or prominent saint but to the marrow of all universal bone. Enter the center while never having left the crossed leg seat upon the ledge at window’s passing.

This sorrow must be deposited in the culverts and broom’s hollow. A pile of pain known only to the memory’s passing. Vulnerable shame acquainted with innocence as it is taken by force and promised return at judgment. So sad that the gladness of a childlike heart was never acceptable in this place seeking only to consume all in its path.

It is going to be alright. Day and night will pass each other in the transition to another wonderful opportunity for life. The rains will come but then recede leaving the world greener, fresher and smelling of fresh pine and lilac. Too hot, too cold even the moments we spend escaping will be testimony to the shared moments in silent hunkering. Don’t know exactly from which direction the new wind will freshen, but if Summer may it be from yonder mountains and Winter from the prevailing Southern and desert seas.

Yes, there are challenges, difficulties, trials and temptations, but you have been armoured to withstand and if need be respond. Even the moments spent in anxious contemplation will be met with resilient courage to withstand all that comes for you. Spoken as if from the depths of the universe a powerful Word is uttered reminding all instantly of the confidence in the Living God. No one of us alone but with each other in preparation and fulfillment waiting for the outcomes that have already been achieved to be realized in humanity.

Don’t hold back. Never fear and never step away from the measures you know must be undertaken. There will be rest. There will be endurance. There will betrayal and anguish and absolute hilarity. The entire promise is the absolute pleasure as this life comes to us quickly. You have been made whole that there is nothing missing or in short supply as your blessings from Heaven above arrive precisely in hopeful timing. Don’t doubt the dark, it will be there but it has been instructed by the light which has come to shine through your eyes and heart.

Freedom is not captive to the noise and lies of this world’s obsession. Within resides to power that defeated the death and dark. Don’t ever feel overwhelmed as this is a deception meant to disassociate you with the truth that set all men free. Go with grace into the garden, the valley, the dungeon and the mount, praising the Name that delivered you from rebellion and reconciled you to the Source. Don’t feed the posture of the fallen, pampering your wounds or fallen ego. For nothing shall be held from you in love, the love that conquers all.