Are you who you are or do you desire to be something less or more than this reality? Prodigy, stellar athlete, beauty queen or beau? Is this quest for love or recognition to heal inadequacy or ruin? What of God’s loving care? Is it all that you have ever or will need?

Never master or servant be, fame or fortunate man but never beast except in the dark dwelling of the concealed imaginary me. The defender of faith, hero to all and eloquent barrister to Prince and Pauper. The reserve a seat at parties and the desert oasis.

Who is beneath in the social peck? Who do you hold ambition to become? What contentment shows it handsome head in your peaceful dominion, owning little yet having the kindness and control found only in the image of our God? How do your feet fall or knees rise?

What quest lists your name in historical debate, what harmony chases hearts out of their flesh, what dream sequence remands all who review to the outskirts of grace? Name the petitions which have saved children, set women free and captured the hearts of Troop?

You are a colleague to the few and friend to many, but never too close so that you may be shared in the Squared Commons. Holding close but never too tightly as to dissipate the passion or force that which is of choice in to obedience. The child laughs heartily sans fear.

Are there those who seek your understanding or discernment? What pressing questions arouse in mid night’s progress that will salve the wounds of hearts yet corrected? How decent are the promises made to strangers or offerings made without grudging unforgiveness?

Dancing when skies rumble dark and sitting at cabins edge as moons race across the heavens. What colors have you yet invented, naming hue and chalice as the moorings tightly whine? The sea awaits and the forests deep dark and plenty demand your axe.

There is no limit to your surroundings, amassed in clarity with riches, word and sound. Seeking all the best of Earth and Sky, the eye of reason blesses all your work and process. You find love in all that comes on the platter of provision, knowing the joy of pure regard.

oikoumene.org/ Father God give me the right words. Today represents the declared aspirations of the ONE WORLD RELIGION. The Vatican/Holy See has mounted a nearly two millennia plan to reunite all denominational churches to Mother Rome. Why now? Jesus’ Epistle: Revelation tells us of the ONE WORLD RELIGION, back then it was called Oikoumene, the Greek word for ONE WORLD. This sign is one of the coming Anti Christ who sits on the Continuing IRON Empire that blended with the Clay of believers in Daniel 2 (325AD) Oikoumene was part of the Council of Nicea that formed this blending. Do prayerful research. WCC/UN/Holy See permanent representative of the UN in Geneva and NY. Times are indeed upon U.S. whether you wish or not. Do You know Jesus, Does He know you? Be certain.

What compels men and women to desire a free life? How are we not simply satisfied in service to King, Mammon or the rule of our sins over every waking moment? What are those few instances in life where death is preferable forcing its offering as better alternative to what we face? How then may we stand by and watch people forced into these choices by vulnerability, poverty or crushing approach of old age and those who have yet to become capable of self defense? Are these righteous decisions or do privacy considerations and cultural norms demand that we turn blind eye to those who casually or ritually harm: child, senior and female? Can we call it advanced society or evolved mankind when prevalent needs for security and care stand unmet not as rarity but as the standard expectation of most of those in regions easily forgotten or dispossessing the elements of wealth and trade? Do our satellites fail to show their dilemma, are we so improved to remain in ignorance. Does social justice preclude every other ministry?

We have long avoided this crossroad that must be answered in our time. I fear that the superiority of elitist thinking has clearly determined to take a marked step to end the duty that this knowledge imparts to each of us. Eugenics, has set in motion a master plan to defile those believed lesser to allow the enrichment of the strong to survive in their vision of how they deserve to be treated. They are so contorted in that presumption that they are going to cleverly remove the ability to procreate, protect from virus or insinuate DNA tailored devices to take life. Is this a line in society that demands we all take action or may we simply look away believing ourselves unaffected, above the fray or perhaps part of the supreme race of divided creation? Are we Brothers and Sisters of the Creator believing that all are self evidently created equal? OR NOT? This has now grown beyond the simple aspirations of those attempting to escape the despotism of the Crown and live in a new nation yearning to live free for the Empire finds US wherever we reside. Perhaps, the nature of the size of this planet forces a decision of this global impact for now we will not be left alone by tyrants. They will send insurgents to disrupt, divide and destroy any free nation that they may be Lord and Master. Yes, it begins with the weak but by nature its appetite moves on to those who may not be supreme but are well up the societal chain of perspective evolution.

And how may these decisions be made in fairness when the rich and powerful always determine who does what to whom with what? Is their existence a form of agreement that transcends the barriers of Master Race Intention? Are we even capable of a self eschewing choice? For who that has much will give that away to preserve the least among us? This is revealing and the reason that economies of communal support never work and why free markets left with social responsibility produce oligarchies. You presume and argue for your answer to this or other problems only to mount the Ferris wheel of doing something that invariably achieves the results of days gone bye, replicating the same social conditions of thousands upon thousands of years. A quest to fulfill my own sin will never resolve the root problem which is the quest for sin. Ridding myself of sin is impossible within my own power and authority regardless of my social paradigm. Both rich and poor are afflicted in sin and no amount of education, ritual, observed goodness or abstinence will free us. Extremism even of good intention is just another shape of jail, but jail nonetheless for it cannot rid humanity of perpetual cycle. No PhD can turn this ship around because when making the necessary turn even to one hundred eighty degrees it is still within the same ship we travel.

Our answer is not to be found in our own: intelligence, fortitude or resolve. Nor will communes, communities or collective bargaining solve man’s dilemma. The only answer is surrender, ether to the eugenic aspirations of those perceiving the greatest gift God has given to humanity or surrendering to the True Sovereign the only authority man may ever truly call King. The Lord our God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob the God who revealed himself to Israel promising them what we crave collectively, the answer to our offenses against Him, the answer to all sin, The Lord Jesus Christ, the Messiah. Without this decision to either abandon all hope and ruin humanity by culling the “perceived” dregs within our ranks or surrender to the Creator of all within scope and range or class. We are doomed to remain on our own habit and rail. The wonderful thing about perpetual is that it comes to end at some point as all things entropy to a cosmic recycling. Even those who believe themselves supreme will eventual face a return to dust and now the time limit set by God approaches. We will either surrender to Him by choice or frailty and indispensability in the ravages of time. Therefore we MUST make a choice at some point. That being said should we make the only logical offering on a short list of our own making? Surrender to God that we may find ourselves free indeed. In Jesus Name.

God made Eden as the answer in abundance. Every mouth is filled and every child loved as is God’s intention and Good Will for those He made and loves. Our Sin left us outside of Eden thus creating the problem of insufficient provision, protection and intention. It is finally our time to make the decision that corrects it all, I say all because it is not just about me but a return to God as the foundation of our Good Walk through this life and the next. That demands a denial of self to attain. Such irony that the man who wants to do for everyone else must psychologically defer that quest in self and yet realize that it has always been outside of personal power but within personal surrender to God’s Will above our own. The only way in which miracles have always been done.

To think our sin and expulsion from the garden created hunger and poverty. God never intended what we have created before Him. He said For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but me ye have not always. We have been so blind in Jesus name.

Father Forgive my arrogance and perpetual self concern in pride. May I follow your Perfect Will for my life and in so doing see things set back in that perfect order.

In tomorrow’s golden breeze. Tapping out country rhythms on hollow logs. Pestering sound of every bug flying around and the deep chimes or rhyming frogs.

And as I drop a flattened rock into the pond, berboop, kerplunck every noise is swallowed up. Even the crow refuses to whisper loudly as I finished my drink in the bottom of the cup

My fire is hot with potatoes in some foil. Top with peppercorn, my patience born and bubbling up with oil. The world looks on as the pan begins to redden.

Siss as the flames leap pan cast into the short grass. I sit back and rub this new belly thinking of some honey or some jelly to put on this last biscuit.

Then the forest cries out with passion, casting cares and fear of man to the hills up there beside me. Birds and dogs and whistling buzzards register there upset

My boots off I review this grand world God has given and this short and wonderful life He gave me for the living. Bothered by nothing I sit back and howl like lost dog in the bayou.

What wondrous stars remind me of this prison and worlds ten thousands parsecs from our sun. All of this and the wonder of imagination I think to myself of the things that make up wealth and see within a very rich man.

Tall trees creaking madly in the wind-song. Spoken words we never thought to say. Spending centuries looking down the creek rolling bye never wondering why without smile or frown.

What value to sitting rock, grass blades or handfuls of sand. Passing by them I ignore nothing that I would have taken for granted before the reach of love upon my heart.

Awoken me to fancy forever now and take my bow as extra in this casting. Character to practice my craft, whether smart or too daft I am glad I sang and I laughed, And Cried.

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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