You want certain words and are indifferent or exasperated at the ones that I’ve been given. I am no audience but a waiting wellspring with seed. There is no dark that owns my name, no shadow that captures my attention or heart, no day other than the return of God for which I yearn.

Understandable all. Certainly my choice, my fault, my greatest and wildest hope. That God remembers and calls my name on the day before the valley of decision. For what purpose other than this acknowledgement have I sought? For what moment other than presence in the sight of God have I yearned.

To that last step I fight. To that last rung I climb suspending the weight of all my worlds, none in vain only those of real thought and anguish felt. Gone to wash the rebuked notions of norm. Into quake my feet have fallen only now remembering the stance upon Ages Rock. Steady feet for which I am yearning.

Washed away, sins of remembrance and recrimination to be led to reconciliation with Almighty. What second hand whispers shall cherish I? What tears having been shed shall be recovered? What morning into whose dawn I rear shall lure me away from the call upon my yearning heart?

No dreams but hope. No fault but the mistakes twice made. Into forgiveness I dive looking to forget those I have failed in releasing. To peace not my wild, brutal heart and conspiratorial misgiving. Relieved to let each passing regret flow downstream and the weight of slights retained follow yearn for the Prince of Peace.

Time short before us in faith. Promises met and kept for the area beyond our seeing. Into the will of ourselves or God we pour out hearts, efforts and opportunity. Knowing only the outcome but never the day for which we ready.

Straining to look beyond bend, we sigh and find relief or angst at the end of our fictional ropes. Talking between us, we claim to know so much more. Fully frightened by the colors and picture being brushed out before our eyes.

Ready for nothing or prepared for everything. Laughing along with the friendly and drowning in sorrow for words in short supply. We cry for the innocent and pray for the convicted hoping that condemnation remains aloof.

Millennium’s purse. The waking and shaking of Stone and Cielo. Reformed to suit the construct of gates, fences, golden streets and Throne. We look forward to remembering everything until the pain ensues.

Calmed by storm and sea, knowing the superiority of promise and the events beyond the lake-shore. Into the sleeping eyes of God we peer, speaking rustling words to rain, sky and sea. All will be quite certain.

With emphasis on the imperfect and the miracles, we stop to brush away the windswept tears, smiling against the salt lain in our wake. To ponder tomorrow we are forced to focus away from this perfect day we’re given.

And that to the trials yet begun, we rejoice that although men must meet them, they thank heaven and heart for the opportunity to walk through fire. In thankful joy and supplication we find those things for which we once were careful.

Now God calls, trumpets peeling cry across the moors of morrow. Our ears behold the coming Rushed wind and fire-hearted Spirit. To accommodate nothing and make haste to call all things to the roads that leads asunder.

Thoughts are neither categorized as emotion or logic. Man demands interpretation or perspective to make these distinctions. So, any cognitive analysis of scripture or offered opinion is in itself interpretive. There are many who seek discussion, argument or insert predetermined influences to steer conversation. The things of God are not open to interpretation but rather guided by the Holy Spirit. Therefore, to say one is falsely interpreting a book, verse or textual ideal when by nature those true to Gospel only have spiritual understanding given by the Earnest of our Salvation immediately sheds light on the necessary evidence of His Presence.

Do we assume incorrectly that God knows so little of His creation that He is oblivious to the distinctions made by each unique participant? Do we truly believe God may not discern mockery, from reason, from wrong thinking? To color the Perfect Word of God with my own wounded or wrong angled emotion inhibits my clarity of understanding and transformation. Therefore each person must be filtered and directed by the Power of Spirit, giving Spiritual Sight and discernment non existent in the mortal flesh. It is scripturally essential to remain within the stated objectives regarding the intention of the Body of Christ. It is a collective acquaintance with Christ that prepares the Body in love to avoid the deceptive arguments of False Doctrine.

Furthermore, God knows that life is lived over a variable period of time for each participant its length solely within His understanding. Therefore sanctification, preparation, maturity, transformation must be done over a period fully orchestrated by choice and God’s objectives. For He alone knows where we need to go and how to timely get each of us there. Therefore, it is essential for each of us to experience imprecise thinking and be corrected by God’s intervention through Gospel leading, experiential understanding and corrective discipline. There is no other way to near perfection then to reside in its silhouette carefully seeking Divine prudence to somehow match Christ’s Gate. The Word is not made for me to master but for it to master me in its power to transform the Earthly to Divine Reflection.

So, to those who would cloud, obfuscate or discourage either children of disobedience or the faithful to a specific unique understanding of the Gospel, perhaps to garner the ribbons and trophies of intelligence or accolade, please remember we all follow only One Voice. The Holy Spirit is the Promise of our eventual glorification and we are but participants in the grand and splendid parade of players working out their lines. Thus, whether I am predominantly emotive or logic is of little consequence. For to understand the Gospel in Godly clarity requires Spiritual Sight only given by God’s Spirit. None of us may insert ourselves or the false excuse of interpretation where there exists no role for man or angel. In Jesus’ Holy Name.

Do you really want to? Do you really think that there is righteous justification for action or inaction? Do you believe that the relevant leverage applied with forceful intention is worthy of defense? Do you trust Sovereignty enough to stand in the crosshairs believing upon deliverance? What is the nature of fear that it forces men from platforms founded on good, truth and noble guidelines of character? What is earned when nothing is spent in obtaining it?

Does the candid proclamation of unwavering boundary somehow present formidable protection from evil’s encroachment? Does power sit idly as the innocent or vulnerable is dispatched without mercy? What layman endeavors to study, understand and litigate with the wicked simply to bring Glory to the Name of God? What has been given by the Lord, should it ever be abandoned without stand? What is the purpose of bowing out but for better terms?

What is relieved in cleverness or the wily abdication of principle to defend against the wicked objectives of the damned? Does the Truth often win or is it always victorious simply with the allocation of sufficient time? Will the righteous from time to time lose their way and do the bidding of the fallen? What is sufficient threat, unless mirroring established fear to tear a man’s feet away from the foundation of the Rock of Ages? What rivals God’s immovable promise?

Lord, are we left to walk away when we have never been given that fearful spirit? When is it reasonable to assume that this time God will not choose to protect me? Have I slighted the Lord or stand in defiance of His Will without confession? He alone is our judge, even of the wicked and He alone knows that they have been sent as test of faith or given to make war against a saint. My job is love, declaration of His testament, walking my testimony without fear, filled with the Holy Spirit of Promise.

Leaning in, body, mind and soul to the Lord’s embrace. Taking nothing with me but His surpassing peace. Power-filled. Moments to consider all the things we’ve left aside.

So wide the gap that the twain man eclipsed. Far enough to see the dawn of tomorrow’s great perspective promise. Glorified, in faith. Left to overcome all worldly obstacle.

Tracing the outline where sky meets Earth. Searching for answers in His scribbles in the sand. Demanding nothing but resolute that provision protects. Awaiting prayerful response.

They shall be returned to innocence. Something beyond the redemptive achievement of self. Walking into the council of God. Familiar. Contrite, walking with a Spirit of seal and promise.

Today and each day of this calling I shall fear no man or angel. Knowing that the Lord has rebuked those who have trespassed His command. Seeking Dominion is not a worthy road.

Forgotten predictions. Reliant upon the stronger voice of prophetic reason. Dancing to songs yet released to the ears and heart of man. Written before the twilight of time.

Freed. Transformed, not to escape the judgment of God, but to find peaceful understanding and perspective nature. These are not the battles meant for the hand of man, but for God.

What leaning wind ushers me forward? What gates or checkpoints shall challenge or define His authority within? This straight path gathers my feet, bidding me onward to certain times.

In priestly promise I welcome those of growing faith. To find their hope, comfort and challenges hand in hand with God. Knowing in prayer that the Divine providence remains our single Truth. Singularity, God’s only begotten Son.

Can the heart write, does the spirit show proof of life everlasting? Reflection upon the components and ideas of living, the methods of navigating associative challenges or evading/withstanding the tides tugging or threatening sure footing. Are simply testimony, opinion and perhaps an egoistic/selfless attempt to asserts one’s own life as model for achievement or failure in that navigation. What then is the evidence of Spirit’s transformation and indwelling seal?

Well, first; the bite of conviction and call to change. Absent the elucidating bile of personal defect or misstep people continue in the path which best suits their safety, security and desirous fulfillment. Simply said, if a man hears not a rebuke whether internal or outside there remains no cost for poor, inconsistent or self-serving behaviors. This is the least understood majesty of God’s Plan for Mankind’s reconciliation and restitution. This is often too simple for the wise to gather.

For example; without a lawful speed limit, a sign indicating the mandated limit by law in a section of road and a meter of a driver’s current speed, a driver may remain oblivious to excessive speed. Therefore, there must first be law. Then a knowledge of that law. And finally an indication that each of us have transgressed that law. And finally, an internal decision or external prompting in decision to either obey resulting in an observance and performance within the law or a departure from the obedient call to continue in lawlessness. This is the purpose of the TEN COMMANDMENTS, given unto the Jewish people to reveal to the World the need for Messiah’s step into humanity.

From this historical moment forward, man could no longer remain oblivious, except in instances where the education to the law is absent or in blatant decision to disregard it and follow one’s own will. Additionally, the Gospel message makes clear in both Romans 1 and Ephesians 1 that the spirit reflects the removal of excuse as all men know this truth of God and the belief in this truth is invitation to the seal of His Holy Spirit for everlasting life. In this simple revelation of a Sovereign set of Laws and that no man may offer excuse to God for breaking them we find the Call of God set into the heart of all men. Finally, in the realization of an eventual accounting by God to Judgment in Jesus Christ leaves men with the dilemma or freedom to choose their eternity.

So, to the original question; Can the heart write? Well, not in the literal sense of words but we would be remiss in wisdom’s challenge by misunderstanding the greatest evidence of man’s life is the story written by his decisions, choices and his effectual wake. The heart is clearly seen in my daily choices, my transformation and my repeated call to change, remain the same or regress in the obvious path of human growth. Our hearts though not some mystical bundle of right and wrong emotional acuity, are attributed or representative of that man without excuse God tells us each of us has become. Finally, a contortion of heart and judgment occurs when men decide to neglect this miraculous inclusion in His plan of redemption.

As men we may either write the story of our hearts in agreement with Sovereign intention or blind ourselves in ignorance to the weight of our departure. The heart does write, not in allegory or eloquent oration, rather in a greater reflection of a life lived in promise or neglect. I am not finished in this life as testament will be observed in my passage beyond the boundaries of this dimension. However, I am aware that there is a story being documented in my walk through it. My life became everlasting the moment I accepted the marvelous mystery revealed in the law and release from it by Christ. Yes, I may choose to exceed the parameters of God’s Law in disobedience, but the call upon my heart and mind to remain in agreement is the greatest evidence of my acceptance or denial of the choice I made and continue within daily. The pain I feel when departing from God’s Law is a wonderful thing.

So many things to consider when analyzing, compartmentalizing and reconciling all that daily transpires. Simply recalling or recounting the episodes and occurrence mandate long, deep and repeated discussion, possibly borrowing energy that could be spent on better things. In the short breath of days remaining, we find ourselves stretched to accommodate worship, prayer and study. This is the nature of worldly design. Attention, intent and outcomes captured.

Is it worthy of our focus? Is it of greater acknowledged benefit to turn our eyes, hearts and concentration to Christ with us? What after all is our optimal or peak performance as Christians? Are we best left alone, digesting the Gospel? Or seeking the opportunities as Daniel, Paul, Moses and Jesus accepted, being led by God’s Holy Spirit into the greatest impact for His Glory, honor and praise? There are so many times I wanted to turn my shoulders and walk away form the repeated travesties and tragedies of this world to be a pious, quiet monk, diffusing in harmony God’s Wisdom.

However, this was the greatest wisdom God ever gave me. Son, you love people and I am going to show you that they matter to you so much that you will go to the ends of the Earth to bring them to the Cross where they may accept my Grace. What does a man do with that introduction to love beyond his own comprehension? A love so grand it eradicates personal pursuit, trumps the benefits and powers of intellectual mastery and brings a man to radical, voluntary surrender to the will of God in bringing men back to Him through reconciliation.

Yes, this world is in tumult. Perhaps that is its nature as it spins in entropy toward remaking? Yet, we cannot lose focus on Christ by becoming enamored with the inadequacies and controversies of life such that we remove ourselves from the entire meaning of our participation in life. Yes, I walk with Christ Jesus, Keeping my eyes upon Him, listening and obeying Spirit’s conviction, direction and correction, setting myself apart from the world’s poison to arrive before God’s Throne of judgment and grace unspoiled, without blame. But. Christ calls me to set an example so steeped in radical love that men matter more than my own achievement.

For sanctification, glorification, eternal life and purity are things of God not of my own effort. Therefore to depart from a quest to see men come to God is in itself a selfish venture. I am not in the world to benefit from its treasures in use of my gifts to make a personal mark. I am here for the purposes of God, in reflection, example/ensample and love to kindle the flame of revival within each heart He grants me the opportunity to influence. This is not an opportunity to look away from the ghastly, seeking departure form the abhorrent things of man in search of nirvana or some green grotto. This is the battle for the most peaceful men of God’s faithful. The war for hearts, minds and souls found only in ignoring the yearnings of self, sin and stature to achieve the miracles empowered by God’s overwhelming Spirit of Grace.

Stark-raving evidence. Plaid arrogance and golden allegiance to heart’s yearning. Consume at any cost, including those acts resembling public service. Clamor and shout to have your signs imprinted upon the youth and elderly. Be to them what they never were for you.

Innocence unavailable and twice-less desired. Making a menagerie of paradise. Quickly posting equations as gang signs of the higher races. Perhaps they will never see inside the Faberge shroud. To the cloud of poison gases that have tainted hearts and mind?

Hoboken heralds of majesty and grace. Seated among the willing and absent. Into forgotten surnames we amble for connection to the Divine. In nature, in truth and in Spirit. No supporting argument necessary. We trod toward the dawn of eternity’s call upon mankind.

Cannot befriend the dark. No surplus or support for the river of wickedness that seeks division and destruction. A body is not prideful but looks to its own health before presumptive discussion of the faults of others. After all what is projection when positive?

This is no travesty or crusade of the victims in vulnerability. The joy of dancing when there remains nothing but joy to celebrate. Hope is the treasure of humanity. Kindness and love expression of that optimistic resolve. Into fate and circumstance we brandish the flag and torch of eternal light.

Calamity, chaos and embrace of the shadow. It fails to go unnoticed but loses the authority and shameful fear of its calling as tomorrow shall come regardless of false promise. Truth shall be spoken and wielded by those who have faith in that which endurance holds dear.

Of what may we be certain? God soon returns for wrath, Covenant fulfillment with the Jews, put the dominion of Anti Christ under His footstool and defeat the armies aligned against Him ushering in eternal reign. Regardless of political victories or losses God’s Plan is rolling up the old to be replaced with the New of God’s timely creation. However, the interval of peace in the millennium must play out the Rest Day of God’s 7000 years in man’s participation. The only dangling participle or vacillating variable is the decision each of us must declare for Christ.

Certainly, there are those who have been predetermined for wickedness and though it may be foregone conclusion of their eternal separation in the Gehenna, we may still show God’s love for them in prayer for His awaiting mercies. I see God’s enemies sowing the oats of their knowledge of their coming last stand for wickedness. We see it aligned, marshaled all evil against the imminent arrival of Christ and a vast destruction of His faithful/those yet to cry out for salvation.

What shall we do in the waiting pregnancy, the powerful quickening of hearts to eternal adoption in to the Kingdom of God? Are we stand motionless awaiting Christ? Certainly not. As I and many of you are hearing a call of God to return to our first love in study, watchfulness and prayer. The greatest separation from our norm is that none of this is practice any longer. We have reached the applicable time of our preparation. The time to stand in good courage, steeped in the knowledge and relationship of Christ within His loving Body to stand against the deceptions of the Enemy. Today the Power of Spirit reigns supreme.

How shall I bid you to follow without a call from the leader? I am powerless in the midst of your vapid understanding or spiritual lack of participation in/through discernment. As Jesus so effectively demonstrated a blind man’s flesh may be healed but it is the removal of Spiritual blindness that transforms his understanding. For even the wisest among men are confounded without a clear mirror of sin and the need or rebirth through belief. Now we are in the days of those things beyond the acceptance of Christ Jesus as savior. For have passed the adolescence of milky faith the express a knowledge and practical battle mastery in the meat/Fruits of God’s Holy Spirit.

I bid you stand in love with those of your body. I welcome your ardent and continual prayer for the dying and the speedy appearing of God’s Return. I urge your steadfast participation in the courageous stand against Dominion made firm with feet upon the Rock of Ages. This is the day of our patient proclamation of the coming Kingdom of God to the Heavens and Earth. Now is the time to leave no doubt of your adoration for God through Christ Jesus and the seal of His Overwhelming Spirit of Power and Provision. These are the days of encouragement for the faithful and conviction of the unholy who are captured by dark hearts and reprobate minds. This is the time to embrace rebirth for everlasting life. In Jesus’ name.

Peering out over a horizon, sometimes with topography tilted away in the distance. Recognizing the mire of the valley, hoping that when I trudge its silted sands that I am aware and protected from the disasters of clay and mud. Wandering the mountains in my gaze, I look for light or signs that God may wish to share or have me reside in His presence. Always watchful of the skies for trace of a return for which we hold tightly to promise and Spirit.

Nothing is beneath me, but may rest at its predetermined spot underneath the footstool of Christ Jesus. Knowing this natural, I absorb comfort of knowing that someday I will be set apart for His Good Glory. Even now I dream. Even now I hope and pray for purity that my walk and its reflection brings Glory to His Name. What purpose may I achieve through Grace and the Power of hovering, indwelling Spirit? What name shall be attributed in my passing.

The hues and stars astound. Confounded by the vastness and temporary nature of this abstract projection. Drawn and splattered cross the sphere for us. What Glory and evidence I have known are found simply in review of my surroundings and the marks upon Creation. The darkness of the deep stands against our watch. There is no fear but that of the Sovereign. For He alone may pass me to the realm of separation, not set apart for His Glory but expelled to eternal departure from all that is Good and Godly. Eternal unhappiness or resounding everlasting joy.

What realms have I beheld but those which my eyes allowed. And those orbs only capable of seeing those images designed for my perspective. What tainted heart have I escaped through extraction of it poisons and shadows cast upon the back drop of my willing corazon? I am to be careful for nothing but in all things through prayer and supplication make my requests known unto God. The foundation and certainty of rain, knowing that God’s Word always return on investment. That I shall have provision protection and promise even when no evidence of the availability exists. For this is a thing of faith not in self but in Him.