Found out as my own fool. Laughing when things get serious, the clown reveals sleeves full of fake flowers and funny faced encouragement. Pulling rabbits and painted scarves from a hat way too large for simple cranium. Piecing together the ramblings and testimony of a man who has no conscience of the road ahead, never mind the road behind.

What does a man say to himself when he realizes his own vapid activity? Where nothing is lost because it was never found. Where darkness is simply an aid to conceal the lack of light in the cage of hopelessness. What does a prince of an imaginary kingdom proclaim to keep his subjects from the knowledge of his lack of talent, purpose and worthy thought?

Who are dreamers if not men who have no capacity at rational concept who then venture into the land of the imaginary campaign? What caution is spoken when dangers are ill perceived and timing is absent at the outset and the ending? What does a man say when the only phrases available are filled of folly and ridiculousness? Sans destination.

To what bank of fortunate memories is he led to find the experiences and epistemology requisite to recovery, endurance and triumph over difficulty? Are dumb men as myself doomed to repeat their babbling brook of nonsense indefinitely for all the tribe of worthy men to see? What trees may be felled to feed the dying and unsurveilled? What bait may be offered to lure those seeking the honey sweet kindness of a man absent understanding?

From the ridiculous to false pious you vacillate. Hoping by chance to rest upon virtue or character. Finding nothing in the coffers of honor and density, you spout vapor and dust. What is achieved in the lengthy day of unshod attempts at trail navigation? Each slip reminder, each failed footing bringing the party closer to descent. What is found with no knowledge of that which could possibly have been lost in the first place?

Most of life is showing up prepared to take action. Sponsored by commitment to a set of ideals garnered from perspective decisions about your view of the importance of life, well or poorly lived. There is no tomorrow for those who live for today. For only in promise of something greater than this moment are we found hopeful of a better day to come. The rest will consume, condemn and consummate the pleasures, treasures and measures of the moment. For eternity must be denied if all our value is placed upon what my hand may build or capture. Stuck in this moment ignores the fact that all things change, the foundation of promise.

Where did we start? Where do we plan to go? Who will we have beside us? How adept and equipped are they to individually and corporately face the deceptive challenges of our spiritual enemies? Who do they believe themselves to be? What value to they place in trust of their family, friends and faith? Who are our heroes? What do we do with our assets? What is our shame? What are our fears? What are the towers we seek to climb? Who speaks clearly of our perspective? What is at the end of this struggle for maturity, safety and compromise? What is the perfect relationship?

Are my dreams leading me to God’s achievements that bring glory to Him alone? Do I contemplate hate or longing indicating the seeds of internal wounding? Am I filled by the Spirit as God has instructed I should be? What compels me to take the next summit? What breathes air into my lungs when I feel claustrophobic, captured or have my wind knocked out by troubles? What brings me peace? Can I generate it on demand or is it a scarce gift of moments in praise? How long does it take me to recover from loss? For whom are my tears released? Is it all about me or those around me, even those I hope to know?

There are illogical benchmarks in performance that must be reckoned. If I am told to go yet spend my time assuring and observing the comforts I’ve erected what then is my truth in obedience to calling? And knowing that my love for my Maker may only be demonstrated in that obedience, how then may I justify satisfactory or committed performance to my ideals? Things have to make sense and most times we spend our time looking for the proper excuse or explanation of our disobedient stance or deceived understanding. Aren’t these two the original sins of six thousand years ago that got us removed from the Garden? Are we trying to find our way back? Or are we neglecting, ignoring and failing to understand the basic ideas of grace?

Abnormal indecision. Calculus removed. Equations throughput, only set aside in hold of the things about to occur. What is the color of your true horizon?

Do stars inhibit interstellar travel. Gateways of interaction both physical and thought. Polar necessities. Into the waves we plunge, washed clean of alternatives.

What then happens when a choice is made, a date set a path selected? Is transformation normative? Do hue, view and history make up man?

The things that we are about to know will make all of this unimportant, except as steps leading to next platform. We will be becoming the future.

And for those who seek not the hand before them. Believing themselves an extension or completion in and of themselves. Why are all things tethered?

This emotion is not my answer, but guidance in valuation. What then are words that we repeat those which give us confidence or authority? Existential.

The Queen pondered the implication of her trappings. Ordering lesser men into battle comes with a finite set of consequence. We must altogether accept or deny.

Trust is hope. Belief in a list or subsequent set of outcomes that have no logical underpinning except the promise given. We will reside in the storm rejoicing.

You don’t know what prompted you to listen until you heard the call. Nothing else will ever suffice, no nothing matters at all. You cast away indifference and a boatload of your things. For happiness and heaven and what the Gospel Brings. You try and try much harder until you understand that it has nothing to do with effort but to respond to His Command. So, you tactfully argue, wrestle and withstand. To get all your prayers answered in reaching all you’ve planned. But surrender is quite different than the world tells us all. No child starts running or walks before they crawl. To find the will of Father, Holy Spirit and the Son its less about where you going than where you’ve first begun. Conducting the same experiment the same manner as before, will simply give you the same struggles, same frustrations and same war. To reach the greatest meaning to reach the highest highs is to surrender to the savior all the outcomes you’ve devised. For He alone knows the places and the achievements you will see for who the Son sets free at first indeed eternally will be free.

So thankful for the breaths in between. Letting the cool breeze of distant vales pass along the silhouette of my out-curved ear. Arriving distant or silent in the elastic moment without expectation of umbrage. We are not the royal few contesting previous mandate’s revision. We are the welcome youth of new Dodge. Enthralled by all the pistolero’s we found along the path. And the niceties we delivered to those who found nothing but anger in their cart.

Thespian delivery, failing to capture the timing in moments but long delays and promised pause. Where from here shall a sullen man escape? What form of relief do the proud offer the hungry? What sloped stairway do we ascend that leads to the promises of heaven’s grace? What timely retreat does a man find ready when seeking a smidgen of success? In brief contemplation perhaps the beach was too far and the bridge too narrow for presumption.

So I aligned with the winged few. The bravest among the many who could accept the charge d’affaires preferring to summit before relief accepted. So we jumped the precipice and dreamt of tomorrow finding comfort from those things along this highway. Not knowing anyone from the jilted escort we thought ourselves hopeless in the middle of sparse roadways. To sleep and escape reason or upset we alerted the guests to checkout.

Thank you for the double barrelled answer. Our pretense was dismissed. Aghast at the revision of my past I new found confidence in provision. Silence is often the best measure of damaged hearts and abhorrent weather. Into the realm of peaceful praise and slumber we slid down the sandy slope, seeking soft landing and met expectation before leaving for the wonder. At heart we were dumbstruck and delivered. Into the smoky east we walked adept.

My eyes, this heart in league with enemy forces. Divulging internal compunction and revealing the porous nature of human conditioning. What fake fealty presumes to lead the deception? The honesty found in uncovering. Catalyst is not identification unless left to metastasize, decay or assimilate into persona. We are corrected or fail sans maintenance.

Why does it break? That it may be fixed or pass into irrelevance. If plastic or born of unforgiveness relegated to poisons within the soil and heart. I wish that I were immortal and free of mistake and pretense, but that is the soul of transformation. There must be dense matter and spirit, provoked by experience and interaction with gases, earth and catalyst. Then abrasive relationship with the universe shapes, binds, converts and awakens. To see the face of God within.

What governs the intake? What control manages receptors to divide the prime from the useless? What aperture the eye to filter that which is dangerous in seeing? No filters but the faith or intention. If I see it I become it. Challenging this statement we are left with the nature of our helplessness against evil. Without a presumptive understanding that protection may be acquired both externally and internally we are bereft of alternative. There is comfort in salvation from dominion.

Who leaps to defend the innocent not against tyranny but against prostitution of its inherent and exceptional beauty? What of the purity of my heart? Is there salvation for that which has been tainted, spoiled left to rot in the burning desires of man’s wicked leading? Yes, as all things heat makes it pure, no antidote but the burning fire of Spirit to rive the good from wicked. In the crucible things are made new, purified, sanctified in the approbating rebirth of master craft-work and metallurgy. What becomes of the renewed thing in man?

Turn me loose and I will be spoiled by the leadership of my own understanding, heart and defunct thinking, need or purpose. My eyes way too wide to control that which intrudes and is stored to be used against me from deep within the well of memory, fear and anger. Oh, Lord that I would be made anew, cleansed and remade without the unfiltered charge of my own light brigade in foolishness. Take it from me. It being that which I should not have, a thing that may only be seen or perceived through the eyes of your foundation. For I must compare my reality against the rock to see congruence or departure.

My ears scan the nonsense, the inspired and the malignant yet are fawn to its intelligence and application. What hand should remove that mean spirited shouting of my youth and ignorance? What eraser separate the intimidation and fear from the mere hearing? What slate to start again free from causality, pain and words used as hammers against doves? How are we to find peace in silence with the World screaming in perpetuity? What shield shall govern contempt in reason or paralysis in fearful adaptation? What of God helps me to shut out the unwanted when a model presented?

If each touch made in love then the fear of interaction removed as the intended becomes the assured. What youth adorned in promise? What shelter found in embrace? What dream realized in comfort, gesture or encouraging shoulder pat? Who then would remain poisoned in the pursuit of perfection, but those who have chosen the journey of wickedness? If only the world and my vulnerabilities were determined simply in choice and not so inalienably defined by the violence upon me. Oh, that this world would pass away, leaving children to their fancy, guided by the goodness of God, protecting all that would otherwise be wasted.

Always time for a new venture, quest or picnic along the journey. So many smiles, pain, cures and prayers. When the downs become ups it is never time to go sideways, but push on. Though history shouts loudly, leave to its refined wisdom and sally onward to application of its gift of learning. Experience is the one we never count on or teach, that somehow things get easier, more difficult, brighter or duller when we’re put upon. It is always the reaction or overreaction that makes the cop write the ticket. When good or bad are simply perspectives not judgments, then things naturally begin to coalesce around a natural response.

I work for God, I am not even one of His important people, just a man who knows God has the answers, provision, protection and promises that I lack in simplicity or ignorance. When you need food you go where you know something’s cooking. This is not a plight but an opportunity. You are not my enemy or someone lesser, lost or dreaming, but a potential, Brother, Sister or Friend. A dull whit does not mean that you don’t have good joy, comedy or a loving heart. Most things are mutually exclusive as you will find evil men in positions that possess great opportunity to applied mercy, hope and compassion. Those with humble and righteous hearts often give from abundance in scarcity while those with stockpiles guard them.

Sitting here on my own version of the planet, hoping that rings align, skies are clear and the temperature only fluctuates between just right and warm and cozy. But that is not how the universe is designed. Walking or running uphill with multiple burdens is naturally difficult. Trying to satiate hunger without available sustenance is not impossible. Doing without may be trying but in many measures it builds gratitude, contentment and character unavailable for the powerful and well provisioned. I don’t mind having enough but given too much the true joy begins, spreading the wealth around. Not being told by government to do or having goods taken from me but appreciating the chance to love people in true faithful demonstration of the command God gave Peter. These people after all were created by God and if I am given too much then it is naturally my duty to make sure they have a sufficiency. Nothing pleases me more than seeing a man, woman or child lose hunger, poverty, fear and doubt all in the same sitting.

Conscious discussion demands and elicits an honest review of the circumstances in the light of victory. The subsequent conversation to identify prayerful avenues and efforts is paramount to application, execution and achievement of strategic and tactical objectives. All must be founded, grounded and guided in Spiritual Sight allowing for appropriate direction/action consistent with Divine Prudence. Failure to establish as foundation any operation outside of sober minded discussion, meditation and review reflective of Heavenly navigation results in degrees of departure from the skinny path before us. When we have firmly established a collective commitment to reaching God’s objectives in timely manner then reason must be applied at each juncture, not as fearful influence but grounded understanding. Always observing the flexible understanding that the Mind of Christ may reveal truths through the Holy Spirit that transform mortal conviction and certainty.

To achieve and maintain an avenue and culture of sober reflection, absorption and determinate guidance all involved must mature in the active/effective use of emotion and logic to produce balanced solutions. The chaos produced in drunken understanding and emotional or over logical analysis consistently lead the faithful into rash or paralytic discussion, decision and action. Therefore, to govern ourselves/oneself we must develop elaborate and focused tool usage to discuss or avoid those situations incondusive to a well developed and nurtured cultural mastery of analysis and action. We must commit ourselves to wakeful insight and reporting internally before God and within conflict resolution teams in the Body. Failure to develop an sober standard for information review and discussion will result in processes outside the order consistent with our God’s character. These days of active and abundant deception further impart a conscious and sober commitment to all the thinking, prayer and discussion the Body must invariably observe.

We do not consciously expect that every tree will bear the righteous fruits and sweet nectar’s, but instead embracing prophetic understanding realize the truth of the world that confronts each of us. This is an era of great division along the diving line of our Messiah and King the Lord Jesus Christ. The free will granted in offer of Grace for all time separates our history and decision to those making sober and conscious choice consistent with Godly obedience or departure/those indifferent to the weight of spiritual gravity upon humanity. The period of decision is upon all men, regardless of desire or indifference. It is appointed unto all men once to die and then the judgment as the Bible says. Therefore that judgment and its impending accountability for the beliefs, thoughts and actions of this life are the reminder to each man that a decision must be made before the entirety of life’s facets is used in the sober judgement for or against each of us. In conclusion, without an essential decision for or against Christ the consequent protections or vulnerabilities associated with a completed life will be established whether or not we obey the command to decide. In keeping with this sober mindset we then as a body are wise to develop collective approach to acknowledging God, reviewing circumstance and committing our minds to the transformative hand of God upon the Body that we may inevitably remain free of the deceptive impacts of mortality.

A short time ago. Lying back I looked to the skies. And simply was. These moments were short and sweetly contemplated. As I held your hand and dreamed of better things. We prayed about love and reason, walking hand upon hand contagious in the days before us.

No separation, facing eternity with promise. Knowing that these days we have are so very important. If not for me. Then for the those who have still forgotten. Painting signs with smiles, flowers and the dogs that never leave us. We often fell to hope a stable embrace.

There is no us without consent or compromise. Someone must make the needs of the needy more important than the hoarding. In consequence, the power of the pitiful rises up to become useful to the many. Into intention we walked not suddenly but in logical planning.

Not simply dreams or words that build tomorrow. The truncheon and the chain are cement of expectation. No farms planted without early rise and infrequent slumber for planning only for today neglects winter’s arrival. We are compelled in sensibility to design things that last.

If not forever than way past the emergence of new life and mouth’s so empty. Fathom’s measured to avoid the obstacles and fear. No calculus or worry in sufficient trajectory and power. We find that me becomes we and then us as we share a projection for afternoon.

If you are not brilliant is there any hope of making a difference in this world? If you have little talent or energy, perhaps you are late in years, is there any dream of positive and memorable impact for your town, city, state or country? If you have no family or are impoverished and have little means do you doubt your value in changing things for the better? Of course, when I look upon my own deficient position, talents, treasure and imagination, I too am faced with the reality of potential impotence for good. All these things have one common theme that allows them to control our minds and hearts, they rely upon our ability and not upon God’s.

When I was saved, I was transformed. When I was washed clean, I was forgiven and made new. When I was sealed by God’s Holy Spirit, I was renewed, transformed and filled with all the Power that created the universe. When I was called Son by the Father I was adopted into the Family of God, joint heir with Christ Jesus. When I was set right with God, I was made whole, in right standing covered by the righteousness of Jesus Himself. When I was filled with the Holy Spirit, I was sealed for eternity, allowed and empowered to be called a Son of God and given unending power to stand in courage upon the Gospel Promises of God. I am a new creature, made to bring honor and glory to God through my stand in this life.

Now, that my doubt has diminished and my faith made strong through the repeated trials and God’s Faithful support. I no longer look upon my inadequacy as a negative criteria in success, but a marvelous, pregnant moment for people to see God’s Power used through me. Not to my elevation or increase but as a vessel of God’s Love, Grace and righteous authority to change hearts and reflect His Omniscience and Omnipresence to a world that has been left to believe that it all depends upon them. They have been trained to believe that they are alone and must accumulate money, power and self-importance socially or be forever pronounced and labeled in that false impotence of mankind’s thinking. The lie lost its strength and power to control us when we first found grace.

Now I glory in what the King has done and the greater things that He will do through me and My Brothers/Sisters in Christ Jesus. Now I confidently climb the treacherous roads before me and walk with faith and courage through the valley of the shadow of death and evil. Not to find my name written or proclaimed by Men having deemed me potent, but being a recognized servant of the King of Kings. My treasures are in heaven stored up waiting upon me and there is not doubt of the outcome whether I die in struggle or live out a peaceful, useful and humble life. For I am a child of the King and none of the labels properly associated with the man I once was now apply. I will do miracles or more correctly He will do those miracles through this man, His ambassador, pylon, vessel in this world. My navigator is God, My love is God, My Power the Spirit and My King, King Jesus, the Lord of Lords. His reign is forever and began before time itself.

May this life bring Him all the glory He deserves and may people see a powerless man do miracles that may only be seen as the origins of God. In Jesus Holy name.