Did you wait for Him to whisper? Did you get tired upon the waiting or fed up with the call that was offered? How long does it say in the Word that each of us is to wait upon God? Just curious because it appears that even if it were a short while we all believe it eternity’s length.

What does walking blameless, in purity, in keen understanding of God’s Will and Word look like? What is deliverance? Is it my pleasant daydream resolution designed in my own head yet thrown upon the heaven’s to respond to my command for salvation? If I became betrothed to someone that I truly trusted who said that I am to wait until she returns would I at some point throw in the towel and forget to believe, forget to honor that promise, forget that she was my intended?

The Life is quizzical at best and down right circuitously frustrating at worst. Our emotions pull toward a range of resolutions delivered by drives and internal passions of a compromisingly temporary and fickle nature, yet most resolution to grand problems reside in the dusty shelves of tempered attitude and patient endurance. What is born at the conflict of this nature and learned attendance?

I am not going to leave this life until He allows it. My purpose lay within this life that He allowed. My talents give me access to solve a certain level of problems with perspective and acuity within a range of His allowance. My assets give me access to the benefits and provisions that He has allowed me that I be allowed to give or combine with others that we might do greater than our individual allowance. There is air because I have been allowed to have lungs and a cardio-pulmonary system capable of extracting the elements from the air and perfectly placing them with my cells to travel to my extremities and back again. But within that which has been allowed I am graced with the responsibility of making decision of tremendous gravity, size and difficulty simply for His review of my free will actions.

I am not perplexed rather honored to be confused about something so complex even the angels call it mystery. I am challenged of course by the actions I am apparently expected to take when I see nothing in my honor, talent or adequacy indicating that I could ever rise to the level of proficiency to evoke such action or act as catalyst to such change. These are the days of my presence leading up to the eons of my departure to be present somewhere else for untold purposes. Being with the Lord in Spirit, Comfort and Counsel even for moments in this lifetime makes it painfully evident that there is no other place for me but for that wonderful eternity spent with Him and You.

Gravel, too large to fit between my toes but slowing me significantly as I meander down the dirt road in flip flops one size too big. Lost on the tip of a memory that I couldn’t place or couldn’t drag from the depths of my empty head. Pleasant smells and sounds that made the butterflies comfortable as they floated, riding the heated waves of summer rising from the misty river. Hands in my pockets too small for all the fingers, hanging on the nearest belt loop, dreaming of a time, a time. Swirling water, the sound pushing against the boundaries of mind, recalling a shadow standing in the middle of the path beckoning me come home.

A song on my tongue laughing with the sparrows of summer preaching peaceful bug hunting and murmurs of daydreams in grassy dawn. As history speaks the soldiers of yesteryear would cry of their loss, missing family, trudging through the muddy sludge pressing at all pace to get home. They cried as I did now, unwilling to let loose the simplest sound in alerting their friends to the crime of being human.  In silence I could see her pondering those momentary treasure gifted by God that make a man a family and a home the place of his perfection. This is the hallowed ground of mystery men, bygone age and forgotten intention best left forgotten by those without a quest for freedom and a hunger for victory.

This is not a place of unfortunate wandering, but the moments of quiet contemplation and realization that although outstanding, creation is not God. I am mesmerized for moments measuring the mental geometry of the flowers blasting forth to be captured in the eye of fortunate beholder. Some would deny themselves the splendor of God’s floral demonstration in glory, but for me this almost takes the cake. Though I use it as another cliche to describe something outside of my understanding. For a moment I must ask of your forgiveness for chastising you about the things that I despise in my own profile. It really bothers me because it is me on the face of a fellow follower.

I do not walk this path but run it for sweat, tramp it for regret or to forget and sometimes saunter it for relaxing committal to the me that I am meant to be. Listening to the waters threatening the shore and wrapping fluid lassos around anything that dares to enter its sanguine saturation, I am reminded of constancy and endurance. The water is patient because it is comfortable taking its time to do the work set before it and not leaving any pebble unpunished in fulfillment of its tasking. It does not hate the pebble merely befriends it for a time of refinement and travel downstream, much akin to colleagues. Why then do I resent the sending of your dripping or pounding fluidity and overwhelming intention within my own existence. You are simply, as water, sent for a particular purpose to which we may assign judgment in lack of understanding.

This path may not describe your relationship to the things of this world but it certainly does closely indicate my own. This path is my path and I assure you it will be thoroughly investigated, ventured and cataloged to memory for posterity. The things that have been buried or thrown down upon the wayside, have not be dropped or planted lightly but as seeds to a robust history along the path for which has directed me. It is my solace, my work, my journey and sometimes the only muse to any rhyme life may offer. I regale in its majestic resemblance to the king and delight in the visage of His predominance. This is His testimony that if there is a path, which this one is my own, then there is a journey, a destination and a distance over which I shall never be alone.

Spurious and furious moments determining my victim-hood. Banished to the willful disregard of Glory. Time spent nigh consumed reflecting upon a pool of tears, each numbered and categorized with the shameful story of my benefactor’s disregard. Ill advised, spending time wondering why me?, or perhaps shaded when I felt the need for sun, under the gun to produce when there was nothing left to muster. Demons dancing around my daydreams forcing me to pick the litter of my rubbish life. Lying in the sea of self doubt, pity and recrimination I turn to God asking rescue from a sunny little lagoon.

My triumphs, nothing grand but there has been deep love given and received. No wings, no fame, no glorious treasure but the world’s I conquered had nothing to do with empire. Feeble fiscal standing yet always able to shed a few pounds from the over indulgence from which I am yet to escape. The eyes of this child are filled with laughter and joy at the funniest little bug. No grand enemies, all forgiven, they seek my life yet can find no hateful outrage, so they pass me bye labeling me disinterested. I have been saved from sin and death and that alone was why I came, the rest is all gravy and loving neighbors who frankly deserve more love than I could ever offer.

What downhill story may I mention to bring reflection upon my palsied reticence? What weight of worlds’ squashing my madness cause your pity to ruin my adventure? What chains still bind those freed indeed? I am bound for Glory’s Hall, to spend supper with the King. I sing in words and phrases not uttered by the tented man but in whispers of horizons with colors yet invented. This is not the heavenly address for which I was intended. If this be a ride headed always toward home no matter the direction, then ride it I will with joy in my heart and a tune upon my lips. Something new, not born of a life well or poorly lived but of a promised venture to somewhere I have yet to understand.

This is as hard as I make it. Tragedy’s teeth cannot swallow the Spirit of man headed to Christ footstool. Pleased to even be seated inside the doorway that I might someday get a glimpse, yet He says I will look directly into the burning eyes. How can this world measure such a man? Finishing this is all that I’ve left to do, except of course if I am rewarded with tasking from the Almighty Father. And what greater joy may come to man than to be used along the way by the Will and Hand of God? There is something new in this heart of mine, not so much a thing as it is a missing doldrum, replaced by endless wind in a sail as wide as Mars. What songs shall be sponsored, what dreams achieved, what answers questioned. We have yet to see in the joy of that which is yet known.

May you be blessed today with a visit from Jesus Christ the King.

Seen or unseen, tested upon the aroma of the wind, I know that the world is greater than my sensory measure. If this day, this normalcy, this creation through which God is readily seen contains infinite expanse beyond my capacity to ascertain, how then may I extend that small imagination to the idea of Eternity?

The mind has not seen, nor does a man know the Mind of God. Am I to be steward of worlds yet known? Are we to discuss parallel universes and numerous strings of dimension when we can barely remember to pick up the milk on the way home or to do the laundry? Have we so easily relegated our lives to the limitations of boredom that we have completely overlooked the glory that surrounds us and have yet to test the zipper of the package of comprehension in the hereafter?

What is comprehension? What is apprehension? What is imagination? Why are no two imagination’s the same? How might we imagine God’s Imagination? Why have we been so restrained by God that we are such limited by the parameter of our imperfection? Or is that the case? May I know a distant star when the closest is at least one astronomical unit away? Certainly I may study and replicate this huge hydrogen engine, but to know it would consume me. How then is it possible that God left us with so much that is undetermined within our own realm, dimension, existence that we cannot even attempt understanding of what comes next?

Is that the nature of Glory. That in demonstration of our feeble attempt to comprehend the world around us we are left in awe and majesty of the future that God promises to each man who believes? What do you think of when you think of the next life? Have you been limited by man’s inability to paint the picture that God would have us understand? Have you asked for the mind of Christ through His indwelling Spirit that you understanding may expand beyond the limits of mortality and temporary dwellings? I don’t know what is coming next, but that is not okay for me, I am going to ask God to show me and believe that He will. In Jesus’ Mighty Name I pray for all of you this evening. Loving You until I die and beyond.

They dynamics drive, the passion becomes the reason answers and the voice it calls. Inside a dream you have to call your own name to take control of objects and situation. Repelling Australian, down the backside of memory’s slope demands a non passive comprehension and mastery of the steering controls within fear. Disregard for limits within this sphere tend to get you labeled, assigned to some serious counselor with a long chin analyzing you twice a week over top of those silly little glasses. It’s best to run and plead the fifth, rather than open that conversation.

Running with one strap over my right shoulder my floursheim’s keep one twenty on pavement that’s just this side of slippery. Skidding to a stop against the car door, throwing the bag on the roof, fling open the door and in one movement drop it on the seat and jump in feet first. Time, no time, where did the time go when I thought this life had turned into some measure of boredom’s pursuit. But they’ve found me and the next few day’s if all happens according to plan there will be no rest, no step, no breather and only concern for Time.

She saw me, I don’t know how but someone just flashed my picture on the screen in the lobby of the conference I’d been attending. No hiding, no camouflage no sudden attempt to conceal the obvious only realistic grasp of my heart beat to walk as quickly toward the nearest exit as composure allows. Spotted, screened, surveilled or tracked by facial recognition, none will know except those seeking my untimely demise. Leaving this space and the face I’ve worn for business I now become citizen G, weaving and bobbing against the crowd, following signs to metro, allowing me the exit to get as far across town as it will take me. Bugout awaits.

Backtracking to midnight, I recall anything that may give me leverage to gain a measure of control. The dream ended and its always the smells that indicate reality, as gas, and filth and cigarette smoke waft across the barrow.  Don’t know the name of this street but that’s okay they all lead East which is where I am going. Desperate, no, but filled with the calamitous inspiring rage of a man hunted by blown cover I conspire to make them pay. Smiling briefly and a brief uturn to determine if I’ve been followed. No one in sight, but I know they are out there, I’m just fortunately a little bit ahead of the curve. Let’s keep it that way, I turn up the pace and put a bit of distance between me and that which is not yet inevitable.

Dawn’s not far, best to use the night while I’ve got its benefits. Trained, untroubled, merciless and certain been there a thousand times before. Somehow this is different because this time its my own who revealed me and that has an unfamiliar sting that hits me right above the kidney. Can’t wait to return the knife that they thought would end their troubles. Miles away I make time against the coming dawn.

Set free from self invented or dominion encouraged prison. No longer mired in the fiery clay of my own deceit. Reaching down to rub the blistered and raw skin around my ankles where shackles had been I weep for a time, smile again then collapse to pleasant slumber. How long have I raged with demons pressing to come to surface and show themselves to the world of men through my faculties? How many times have I awoken the following morning begging God for intervention only to revisit my own vomit nightly? They don’t like me when I am this way, loving me for who I am when not entranced, yet I cannot sway the hand of my unbridled rage. This was the nightmare, now to the dream.

Set free to think in peaceful, accountable and hopeful terms. Using words selectively with control of this grand weaponry, my tongue, I encourage, build and edify, where previously each syllable sought destruction. What now that I am in charge of my own free will, making decisions within reason and God aligned discernment? Where do I go with this power, this fortitude and courage, no longer willing or capable of blaming the world and all in it for my losses or abominable circumstance? What is freedom and how should it be used? Shall I buy this and squander that on the way to over indulgence? Perhaps, but reason begs a mature approach. On to memory of a forgotten dream repressed in the nightmare of ages, my tumult. What was it that I remember as a child, rang repeatedly in my noggin, as if a whisper from Almighty God in the womb, the purpose of my sanctification? Oh, now I remember.

They rage, because they cannot break the bonds to midnight. In my prayers God bids me recall my own divination. What now that we have been set free to pursue the righteous things of God? Shall I go look upon my own visage in the mirror, reflecting upon need upon need, upon want, or lose the sight of self focus to concentrate on freeing captives without intervention shall remain in bondage, beyond hope or reason? They struggle, they rage, they wake in the mornings surrounded in their own desperate tears. You know it, I know it because we have done it, been there and understand the regret and self conviction upon which God’s enemy’s feed. We are refuse to them, garbage to throw lifeless at God’s Feet to somehow accuse Him of faulty Creation, when what He made was good. I cannot stand bye and see them wheelbarrow another human that I could have helped to dump them lifeless or sodden at God’s Throne. This is the war, God’s War, a War for the heart and soul of mankind, to save not to condemn. This is the purpose that Little Boy recalled, protect and Love them, He told me and for that I was designed.

Do it til your satisfied, whatever it is. Just do it. All night long. Live for today, live for the moment, live for the time of your lives. These are not my words but instead the candid submissions of a sensory pursuit stuck within the depths of recall, reminding me that it is all, About Me. Or is it?

When we fight for America or for righteousness of for our families what is the outcome of these just pursuits? To what are we dedicating this enormous, all in commitment to objective achievement? What really and truly is worth the loss of my life to attain? Is there a hope within your heart of a time when we have achieved or reach that objective, Mission accomplishment, a point from whence Soldiers may depart rejoicing?

Do we hope on financial security, well who can avoid this conclusion and the Truth that it tells of each of us? We want to be okay, we want that the struggle should end that we shouldn’t require our children to invest every moment of their thinking, their greatest ideas and talents to the pursuit of wealth. Isn’t that why we undertake those pursuits that those coming after us shall not have the same struggle and instead determinedly apply themselves the better things of life, pursuant to relieving the pressures, cares and illnesses of mankind? Don’t we do this in hope that our children will somehow spend their time, unfettered by this desperate pursuit of financial freedom to apply themselves the egalitarian betterment of Life for those who have not?

What then has been the truth, the real outcome in our reflection over America’s prosperous arrival? Are our children left to pursue the greater things in life and those who are financially secure suddenly applied to the betterment of man’s future?  Is that how it has played out for the fortunate? No, decidedly no. Certain there are those who have made an individual choice to dedicate their lives, fortunes and sacred honor to a veracious pursuit of well being for all, but for the most part when we reach that moment of financial freedom we simply choose to pursue our own actualization and build a nest egg to the point where it will never erode or depart. We follow our own lustful heart. What then happened to the original quest? Did it change, did the promise of better health and situation for all somehow transform along the path or did our commitment of absolute focus, disregarding the reward’s to self change, revealing that the struggle wasn’t about freedom but a different type of deceptive slavery, the slavery to emotional and sensory fulfillment? If this is what we are left doing when we finally realize the positive delivery of our objectives then this was either the day that was originally sought or we changed in the process of reaching it? Which is it for you? Or for you are you embroiled in the struggling pursuit of that elusive financial freedom?

What do you wager for this achievement? What is given away in exchange for finding this elusive monetary potency? What was offered or surrendered on the altar of your prayers for greenbacks and gold? Was it worth it, or is it worth it now, to see the time with family, the opportunity to grow and change with your children or the chance to simply smell the flowers and wind of life’s brevity? I don’t wish for you sadness at this realization but instead the transformative joy that comes with awareness and awakening to the idol pursuits perhaps implanted in our minds as decoy to the living of life and its truest objectives. That day, should not be realization of spoiled children doing the wrong things with the wealth that you’ve secured because you weren’t there to train them as to its value and demonstrate to them the importance of its charm. That day should be a day of freedom not abrupt realization of the incarceration to which you remain indicted.

So what do we fight for now? If it is not financial freedom what then is worthy of all that I have in its realization? A full belly perhaps? Again temporary as the nightshade we each consume in the pursuit of lust and quest for sensory objective. These are temporary minders and will never fulfill the lasting nature of Spirit Man. Shall we then pursue the opposite of financial freedom, eschewing wealth and self fulfillment in all sensory manner, believing that harsh self treatment and lack of things will somehow provide the gateway to nirvana? Certainly if pursuit of self actualization is a false hope then a full one eighty is prescribed seeking justice in its obverse? Achievement through denial, now that is a worthy thing to be sought by all? So if we all sit there hungry and denying ourselves wealth, objects and the pursuits of happiness then all life’s problems will suddenly go away? And no brigands of bullies will see our weakness and apparent indefensible position and rid us of our misty temporality?

No, the denial of my mortal weakness and hungry belly or desire of a good wife will never achieve those things which ought be held out as objectif extraordinaire. The fact that I am thirsty is merely a language of prompting, telling me that my body requires water, no more no less. The over commitment to his fulfillment is a psychological misunderstanding or over compensation attempt to drown the mind’s parched throat with an outcome that lacks the potential to do so. So we arrive at the middle road of Buddha’s quest, finding in moderation the quest of all mankind, seeking fulfillment neither in excess or denial. But we are left with no greater fulfillment of purpose or an apprehensive hope of a time when our problems shall in fact disappear or at least diminish to the point of tolerance. What then is the objective day hoped upon by the man of moderation, that we perhaps lived a mediocre life for which we shall be collectively remembered?

No, again we have been fooled by the charade of failed thinking. Always within the thinking. What then provides answer to this damaged and dangerous thinking and subsequent pursuit. Are we to simply pursue the pursue calling the opportunity to struggle the objective in its own right? The puzzle is one that chases its own tail perpetually for the answer is not found in this life but the next. This life is driven by the Question, not fulfilled by the answer but the quest. We are seeking our purpose and in that venture we reach the pinnacle of our existence. So, the rarity is found in the variability of our individual programming and answered only in our commitment to that day, whatever it portends for the adventure God has placed in your heart.

That day, the day I pursue is the day when we all meet Him, finding our completion. That day for me in America is the day when we all again realize the blessing of having been protected, provided for and partnered with by Almighty God to make our individual way through the minefields of this life, that we might find some modicum of rest within the struggle each of us entertains. That day for me is a quest upon promise that God told me if I follow the path lain before me readily available and well lit by his intention I will arrive at achievement of His Will for My Lifetime. Therefore pursuing any result whether financial freedom or poverty is asserting lesser ideal to a complex existence. If I become wealthy then I will do it beside my family, certain of their hearts, minds and health. If I am poor then I will find joy in the midst of less, seeking to share when I should be self concerned. For my existence is not pent upon this day but “That Day” of my hopeful apprehension, the day that He has promised, the day beyond my own control and definition, the day of impossibility provided by the Hand of an Impossible God.

What is that day for you? Do you know or has this caused you considerable or continued consternation? Let us go and find out what this means for each of us. I am committed to a nation that loves and respects all enough to allow them to find out what that day means to each of us, and once determined that we voluntarily join in commitment as stewards to the freedoms of that pursuit. I love you and pray God’s Kindness fall upon your heart this morning. May you see all things through His counsel and perspective, in Jesus’ Holy Name I pray.

God reveals to the reading man that none are righteous, that there is not even one who follows after the righteousness that God presents. This disqualification, upon reflection is the largest key to freedom for that same pondering man. For the Prisoner will refute this truth, claiming himself the only one capable of reason, chastity or piety necessary to being the denial of God’s claim. Whilst the humble man realizes his place among creation as one of those flawed souls with hope. Hope of obtaining an acquittal and reacquaintance with Almighty through the only established route available therein.

This too may be said of Groups, Government or counsels setting themselves on high far above the footfalls of poor, in-adept humans. Governments, none of them follow the Will of God and instead embark upon their own matrimony with Principle, Power and Promise to those governed. In Pause, you will find these words preposterous even to the measure of wanting to cause me harm for utterance, but that anger makes this claim no less true. Find me one nation that acts for the Will of God, following precisely His Will for the People, one nation that refuses the wanton bellies and purses of its pious to completely focus on righteousness. You cannot for there is not. Knowing this we are always left with a perfect decision, the intention of its invention. To choose God as our Government or follow the will of man in absence of relationship with God. But even God accounted for our frailty and knew that we would not choose Him and thus wrote specifically how to walk among men within your human government.

What then does it mean to be just like everyone else, a plain old sinner in need of a Saviour incapable or proclaiming our own righteousness? Well it is a moment of fear, pain, denial, resolve and finally joyous acceptance of our inclusion in the body that is Man, created by GOD for His purposes. Certainly those thinking themselves righteous will never accept their place among men forever thinking themselves somehow superior stock, risen above the lowly egress of man, to stand upon the pedestal of self proclamation a leader, without the need of God. It is a oddity that men in this position tend to proclaim themselves closer to God somehow possessing the Gnosis of God through superior intellect or superhuman attendance. The reality is frankly saddening as they have never been close to God, spending their lives in the avatar body of a man who cannot Know God.

This Government is a frail and palsied thing without its dedication to the Almighty. In believing itself capable of wise provision, judgment and care or defense of the people in its responsibility it embarks on the fool’s journey of proving just how inadequate man’s governance of man has always been. Men claiming righteous position often become the most decadent among us, believing themselves somehow relieved of the judgment that God promises all men. Seeing people as assets they begin to eye the children as extension of their own reprobate thinking or the women and men as objects of self-actualization as this is the promise of people governed by men. They use men for war to gain more lands, better housing or a better spot to fish, writing letter that they never mean to Mother’s having lost their Son’s to causes that should have never been ventured. You see God wants that HE IS OUR ONLY KING. He says it clearly repeatedly and lovingly for all to recognize, but few if any remember and write it upon their hearts.

I am a sinner, yes I have been forgiven but God’s Word says that NONE PURSUE righteousness and that includes, ME. The struggle for man is a perfect fight against self and the offerings of a temporary world in cognition of our senses standing before us or pent upon the Hope of a permanent life that may not be seen. I do not want a Government, unless the leaders of that Government fully recognize that they are simply Stewards of Position, having been placed in authority by the hand of God to represent HIM. If any believe themselves smart enough, worthy enough, trained or talented enough to rule man then he ought recuse himself, for God requires that we have primary understanding of our inadequacy in order to serve His Purpose. Yes, this makes me sound as if I am saying so no man is qualified, because that is exactly what I am saying. Without God’s consideration, elevation, equipping, provision or selection for His Good Purposes then me being chosen as leader, guide, governor or King is a thing of my own making and instantly declares my unsuitability for the role. God is MY KING, MY FAITH and MY PROVIDER, His People are my country and walking with Him MY ONLY PURPOSE BEFORE GOD and Man.

Give me some more of that SPF 80, the Sun is bright and I don’t want the exposure. Authenticity may only manifest in the absence of covering mechanism or fear of exposure. If there is something to hide then the “real” will never remain and instead the melting wax of Thespian-ism become evident. Worse yet for charlatan’s the truth of exposure dominates their thinking, permeating their consciousness, causing premeditated action against revelation.  The simply best method to exposure of the heart is to remain in a heart based environment under the heat and light of reality that eventually dislodges or melts all that is manufactured.  Basically, to fully out a slight of hand artist you must not simply show the trick or the trap door that all might become aware you must show them “Real Magic” that they might forever make the discernment between the Real and the Fake.

Elizabeth Warren’s falseness is revealed for all to see by requiring that she remain in the light of the camera’s each day, all day, that she must eventually manufacture a falsehood to hide the lack of character she knows will out her as Charlatan.  She may in fact want to be a nice person, but the evidence fails to indicate that reality when tested by her inability to hold up the charade or false face of public persona. Let us contrast this with the Authentic Mannerisms of Donald J. Trump. The man may not be liked by anyone but he doesn’t change in the light of continued reflection or exposure of the pressures of Vision. Each action may be reviewed with  measure of calculus determining whether he is trustworthy, although a bit unpredictable in his chess playing capacity, we may with some measure of surety expect how he will respond to the prevailing pressures. This simple reflection makes Elizabeth an undependable quantity as we know when pressured she will manufacture the inauthentic resolve, words or cover up necessary to conceal the real of her natural character.

Joe Biden has begun to slip as all things fake begin to decay with time. When subjected to the continued questioning and reflection of digital memory of events gone by or previous words publicly recounted all things false begin to break down. What we are watching is a man who has been dissembling or offering words meant to offer the right words for the circumstance instead of the words of the heart. Over time observing this short term tactic of being right today reveals the ethical engine driven by the objective say or do the expedient thing in order to secure or maintain power.  This is painful to watch as the man is continually refuted by his own words said twenty years earlier, taking the counter position in order to win votes, accolade or pious position. This character having been constructed on needs and circumstance cannot be trusted as it will vacillate dependent upon audience. Again it is exposed when subjected to the power of light in observation and will always remain in flux because it is based upon the sliding scale of ethical understanding.  This character type is situation malleable and therefore only dependable to be well, consistently undependable.

Now let us look upon the deception of a far more dangerous manner than its predecessors. We must look upon Bernie Sanders with the light of not a deceptive personality standing upon the stage for the most part he says what he believes and can consistently be seen throughout history maintaining the same positions. However, this falsehood isn’t with the construct of character on the surface but simply devious in its capacity to create a Utopian Ideal and then continue to sell the lie that it is anything other than a bag of disasters, despairs and crushed histories. With Bernie the deceptive nature it brought to a new level of magical slight of hand for in this magic an alternate universe must be constructed through long term exposure to false history and massaged story telling developing the illusion that there is a bright future in a Communist ideal, one that when viewed in “The LIGHT” of history fails to stand out as truth. Again this is the slight of hand of deception and illusion but one perpetrated over years and years of perfecting the lie, not about the individual but about the utopian views that the Individual continues to sell. It is obviously much more complex than previous example but nonetheless when subjected to the light of day and the “real magic” of Capitalism or freedom is delivered or held up as comparison the charade falls away revealed to be dissemble, distraction and deceptive from the outset.

We must subject all ideas, people and ideologies to the light of this discerning altruism.  Since the inauthentic will always show itself unreliable either by the complexity of the lie it seeks to sell, the ethical flux of its chameleon coloration or the inconsistency requiring repeated revisions or compound lies to protect its declaration as “real”. Then we have but to exhibit patience in our investigation and “hold” judgment until the authentic person or history is demonstrated for our faithful discernment.  The fake cannot stand in the light of day for long periods of time without eventual exposure. So, to protect the rights of the people we must forcibly subject these charlatans, vampires and chameleons to the light of that reasonable inspection.

For example, I am no hero. I was never in battle as a Marine. So any comments or claims to courage under fire are unreasonable and cannot be sustained when subjected to the reality of my mostly administrative past. Although, I served, am strong, capable and gifted in the capacity to consistently do my job and over come great obstacles that does not allow me to falsely proclaim the understanding and the reflection upon my character under fire. That distinction and reward belongs to those who have seen the mud and spilled the blood. However, look at me in the light of these long years of trials, tribulations and my repeated failure to conform to the world that I believe has gone astray of God’s intention. What you will see in my character is a man who believes in faith what God has told us to be the only Sovereign and Objective Truth available to mankind. I really do love people and have demonstrated that even when people have repeatedly given me the opportunity to strike back, garner revenge or curse them for their misunderstanding or fearful actions. This battle is about knowing who we truly are, it is not about being the right person for this moment or being all things to all people, because Lord knows I have had opportunity to sit in both camps and found neither palatable.  Exposure is the fear of being found out for what you don’t want people to know about you.

I pray for all of us an authentic nature that extends and permeates all areas of our lives whether public or private that we might remain predictable in so much as our character is dependable across circumstance. Find out who you are decide what truth you believe and than don’t waver. That is why I respect Donald J. Trump. Because the man for whatever his faults is the same today, tomorrow and next week. I hope and pray that I am given the opportunity to love and encourage you throughout these days of spiritual warfare that you may see me as a seasoned warrior, not in the carnal operations of man’s battlefield, but upon the intercessory prayer, spiritual dominion and contests against the enemies of God who seek your destruction.  May God bless you with a firm understanding and discernment of authentic character in yourself and those around you and may Christ richly bless you with abundance, strength and enduring hope. In Jesus’ Mighty Name.

Forgive my trespasses Lord and allow me to peacefully forgive those who have brought harm or threat to me. There is no peace but that which I have right now, all else is manufactured goods of the imagination of self empowerment. Father, I know that I am not helpless, in fact quite the opposite, having received a significant set of talents and skills that have solid practical life application. But Lord I know the extent of my reach and I don’t try to reach beyond my capacity or leverage upon the balanced object of my footing. Lord the things that I face these days thankfully are beyond my capacity to overcome. Yes, there are those standard struggles of day to day life and coping with the changes of life, but for the most the part the issues that engage, challenge and confront my mind are those that test me in faith rather than practical achievement.

The bills must get paid and they do. The clothes and chores must be done and they get done on time. The issues of stewardship are attended on regular timing, yet none of these even if they weren’t kept up promptly would challenge my faith. Prayers missed, divine opportunities unrecognized, defenses not offered or intercession not offered for the simple loss of focus and understanding of the urgency of the times in which we find ourselves posted. The death of the young around me and the mounted effort to bring saints together to enter the conflict for defensive intervention. Those relationships left untended for the soul reason that it would require pride swallowing or healing prayer to bring them into alignment with your will for our loving kindness. Worship Songs unwritten, hymns unsung to soothe the raging heart of the saints around me. Taking the Sword of your word to take back the lands stolen from you by the false set of leaders in resistance. Lord my life grows shorter and unless you step in a give me greater focus and discernment I fear that my efficacy shall never exponentially improve.

I can sit all day long whining about the things I could have, should have had or can’t seem to reach. I can ponder my own armpit and the passions of my own understanding never achieving anything other than fulfilling my own quest for self worship. I can wander in circles being blown from philosophy to religion to philosophy again never choosing firm footing or the only path leading to everlasting life in righteousness. I could worship and mount a pursuit for gold, making treasure my idol and gathering, storing, collecting and counting my mantra. Each person who reads these words knows that to be a sell out of the short time we’ve been given to due thy bidding.

Lord Give me Power. Not the power of self acknowledgement or accolade for I want no fame and glory only that people would look upon my works and find their way to you in realization of the miracles you’ve done through me. Lord Give Me Love, that as my friend put it is complete as your love was when you first answered my call. Lord Give me Knowledge, not that will increase the perception of my wisdom that somehow I am a resource accountable but that this knowledge may be used to demonstrate that man may know God intimately and in so doing find the answers to problems and mysteries previously misunderstood or unknown. Lord Give me that Peace that makes this world’s chaos nonsense. Give Me Hope, enough Hope that it outweighs all the negative emotions and allows me to commit myself in entirety at that very moment when all is required of me to bring Glory to Your Name. Let me be known as one of those men who lived the life that God set before Him with no regrets and no shame.  In Jesus’ Holy Name.