Each of you has perfectly shown me the encouragement of promptings of chastisement for which the Lord has sent you into my life. Why was Nathan so effective with David? These views, understanding and regret available to those who have heard from them close, are gifts for our own salvation, walking in fear and trembling, working this out for ourselves. I will not admit that all of that which you have given is pleasurable, in fact many of the people sent in to my life are those who have chosen Satan or who have yet to consider surrender to Christ Jesus. Loving them requires that I never blame, hate or remove them from my life for the lessons they were given to deliver. However, having done the work of God and pursuing a life without God as their impetus, sometimes it is the best choice to exercise my only power of simply stepping away from the interaction. I will admit that many who live in fear of the inherent danger of human love will often choose to avoid deep relationships believing themselves safer within the self designed parameters and false power of being alone.

This is frailty and fear in using the distance between myself and others as a self-defense mechanism. This is theft from Divine Intention, as we are meant to have interaction with humans as the only method of demonstrating the example of God has for them through each of us. I cannot tell people about Christ Jesus unless I am willing to overcome my own fear of the potential for heart pain to tell them the Gospel message as God commanded. Yes, there are opportunities for discernment and choice for not every relationship is meant to be pursued as the perfect mate God may be offering, but rather as the opportunity for Divine intervention through that sustained relationship. Nor am I to hate the disobedient for their lack of spiritual site or searing of conscience. They too are making choices that have been Divinely distributed, and if they wish to spend eternity in Hell than barring a good discussion through the Holy Spirit and the commensurate demonstration of love I have no other tool to offer and Pray that the HOLY SPIRIT do miracles in their lives.

I am not saddened by failure but invigorated by my next meeting in the throne room with Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Therefore I am grateful for your prompting to take it to the Lord in prayer and sorry to you for any angst my trespasses have caused you. Thank you for heeding God’s direction in courageously offering me His lessons for which you’ve been sent.

Pulling punches because I love you. Is this how you would have me treat my enemies or just all people in general. It is not my job to be up in your business, nor is it my responsibility to sit here and watching you destroy the blessings God gives you and not utter a word. The only power of a disciple when people will not listen to the Gospel is to step away. Just as I would not bash you over the head with shortcomings or my version of how you should live your life, I cannot lend a listening ear to folly forever.

God gave us the opportunity to escape the judgment the entirety of humanity deserved. Yes, in my case every slight, every transgression every step taken away from God was taken by my own volition and perambulation. I walked, I talked, I balked when having been told to work the fields I remained in a lazy state or decided to travel the steps of my own reasoning or desire. Salvation is not something to take lightly. Having been set free from imprisonment, slavery and service to sin, guaranteed death and separation from God forever because of it, I ought not take it lightly when reviewing the nature of my deliverance.

That does not mean that I get to holler at you about your missteps or deliver the recommendations of God in an offhand manner. I am to be gentle and long suffering as His character demands, however, there is a point where we must understand the cost of not listening to advice or seeking wisdom and what we are left with in outcome. I love you, am your friend, Pastor and even deeper than that your Brother in Christ Jesus walking through this life to the time of our entrance to eternity. Perhaps a commitment to act that way now would allow me to encourage rather than correct?

You have been given tremendous gifts, blessings and opportunities regardless of how your attachment to a victimization mentality portrays them. I would venture to claim that the tests, trials and calamities you’ve faced have been a tremendous gift as they are evidence that God is never going to leave you alone to your own destructive intentions. I am sorry you don’t value the attention and you are not in awe that the Sovereign God of the universe has your number and loves you so much He has a plan to ready you for the work before you and the eternity He has prepared for you.

You claim that you want to serve His will. Where is the evidence, the fruits? You claim that you want to good Godly relationships with people who in their Godly nature take things seriously and offer you blessings of growth alongside them. Where is your respect for these blessings in the modification of your mouth, behaviors and songs? You claim that you want to learn and be ready? Where is the practice the intention and the meditation upon the instruction of God? What are you writing upon your heart except the same old evidence and the same old statements that you are right and no one has the authority to change that?

Who is God, and who are you? Consequently who does that answer make me?

August heat with flies and bees as the world seemed too loud to overcome. No space, fast pace and so many requirements to be allowed into the circle of love for garden parties. A child sat in the window seat overlooking to deeper woods. No storms today but a heat born anger sparked conversations seeking revenge and glory. Nothing good would come of those seeking quiet this afternoon.

They raged with clenched teeth and sweaty fists balled up like swelled wrinkled balloons. Arguing over the next important nothing just to say that they’d attended and won points within the bracket. It was hard to reckon that this was family often referred to in reference to Christ’s Body and all they could do with joyous position was fuss about this and yammer about that as if two drunken roommates contesting over the last warm beer.

No one’s girlfriend was slighted no one’s Mother offended just arguing about doctrine that stood written in the Good Book way before they’d ever shared their first breath, thought or step. Both so sorry for lacking compassion yet the thought of losing a contest in front of the gang was infinitely less pleasing. During the brief repose the young boy turned to see when they weren’t looking.

Did they know that Christ was among? Did they remember the part about wherever two or three were gathered, No, certainly not just as with the Apostles while Jesus listened they argued about which of them was superior in the hierarchy of God. Forgotten they were all just servants and somehow that should be enough for those serving their Adopted Father in the Coming of His Eternal Kingdom.

What do you see now that was previously beyond your vision? Is now the time of spiritual purpose? Am I to remain within the frustrations of a world that is caught in the limitations of its entropy? Is that what they claim to seek in their grand enlightenment or to maintain dominion over those who struggle with eternity?

I am done in the employment of tools, talents and thinking that has repeatedly demonstrated its inadequacy for participation in the realm beyond the temporary. What then indicates a tether to that which is beyond a man’s antiquated reason? Do I look or emit an aura as many would argue commensurate with this transformative man?

Or, is it simply in the absence of historical action that I am recognized as not being of this timeline? Is my relationship to the eternal found in the newness of my reformation? Is it even noticeable through the lens of men ascending to the promontory of tempor-reality? Have we the spiritual vision necessary to even comprehend the data outside mortal reason?

Is it found in acquisition of knowledge as was made evident in the garden? Is simply knowing about a position of transcendence the necessary componentry to obtaining this state or capacity of reason? Is there a fruit that may be imbibed to elevate transition? This is the battle for hearts and minds in which we find ourselves embroiled.

One side believes it is something to acquire, download or ingest an ownership of relic, scroll or magic igniting us to stellar purpose. The other that it is only found in surrender to the Sovereign aspirations and commands of God Himself. Is that stubborn quality to place ones faith in works of science, song or effort the gate guard of opportunity?

That is the newness and import of all reason. Once found all shroud falls to the ground around our feet made new to step upon a path previously beyond vision. Love, pure love given in the realm of understanding that we alone may make a choice of which path to venture forever. One a quest to find the answer, the other surrender to the way.

What faith shall I place in man? In Myself. I know my heart and fortunately am willing to see and declare the wickedness therein. Salvation from death is the realization that sin is what caused our death. Remaining in sin is assured death. Therefore any rational, aware, enlightened man sees in himself the desire for ruin and turns away, known as repentance.

From what I am repenting, the enemy’s control over my life in deception, suggestion and lure to commit the same sins I myself have maintained? This life is my responsibility and that acknowledgement demands either I accept continuance in this faith in myself or desperately seek any avenue toward redemption and release from this abomination of a life lived foolishly.

Tell me, what is your boulevard to freedom from this self-perpetuated and inclined dedication to my own destruction? What is the imaginary or the vain? Who holds the keys to my own pursuits adhering to an immolation of all for which I quest? You would have me look to magic or to science in my rational pursuit of a way our of perpetual labyrinthine discovery.

Tell me what man made or crafted road leads to the eradication or cleansing of my sin? Trial by reincarnation of a thousand lifetimes does not free me but instead makes me worthy of an end to this travesty. No one declares the only path to a situation mandated and fed by my own volition as the self-provided freedom to a problem I could not conquer in a lifetime. That freedom has to come with aid from Divine intervention.

That promise of freedom and rebirth is only found and repeated on one path to emancipation, the Lord Jesus Christ and the Grace received by gift. If you wish for me to follow another path, where is the promise but in service to the darkness I have already admitted in my own heart. Frailty is not strength, buy the realization of my own inadequacy to free myself from that which take my life is perhaps the greatest surrendering frailty found in salvation.

I cannot hope to be free without acknowledging God as the source, the answer, the Way. In that acknowledgement I find the keys to hell, death and the permanent escape from sin by rebirth of a seed beyond the original fault of denying the perfection of creation. Eve’s wanting more opened the door to deception. Adam’s wanting it his way acknowledged his lack of Love and Respect/reverence of God Almighty.

He may only save me if I acknowledge the need for salvation. That salvation being from my own thinking or lack thereof. I stepped into darkness with the rest of humanity, a slave to the Father of Lies in that shadow of the man I was meant in creation. Now I follow the image of the Divine, born again to a new life only found in the seed of Christ’s suffering on Calvary’s Cross. I will never put faith in man again, but in the Twain man who gave all that I may be free from my own vain imagination. In Jesus’ name.

I see that which You through this pain have shown me. You are my first Love. Nothing, no matter how consequential to this life is worthy of that position. You alone are God. To say that I am sorry for placing anyone, any thing or any idea in that position frightens me in the humility of a man who knows the One who gave me and saved me so many times. There is no excuse, no reasoning and no explanation for my actions except spiritual laziness and self-service in the face of a Spiritual call to purpose.

Father, take away the dais from the Church, take away the altar as You have given everything in sacrifice, none be further made. My worship must be true for You alone and never be used for alternate purpose. I am no different than any man, especially those Brothers of Your Body, regardless of place for worship/membership. Let those true to you see the danger of placing organizations, individuals and man made rules/rituals in place of direct privilege in the Throne Room of God.

Lord may my heart return to its rightful place be the spark that rekindles the flame and awe of service to Your Plan for this life and the next. There is no good to come from backsliding away from our relationship and Your commands for my service to the Coming Kingdom of Christ Jesus, that shall never end. Thank you for showing me true and false love allowing me to see that investment in anything other that the Love with You and the Body is fruitless. The Love I give this world is that they may come to know You.

Lord I am a man of God, no titles needed, no self or audience elevation sufficient. The fact that I may be referred to as Shepherd, Preacher, Teacher, Evangelist or otherwise is acknowledgement of my duty to Your Will. I want no reward and am thoroughly fulfilled in Knowing You. To look upon anything or anyone with the humility and love that I have for You should only be done when You have directed it. I love these sheep Lord, I love those who have yet to know You Lord and I will love anyone You give me who will praise Your name having begun to know You by that Love You have shown through me.

Forgive me Lord, Revive Lord, strengthen and direct Lord to the things You have named precious. Never let me or those in this body veer from the skinny path, the only path to everlasting found in relationship with You. May You acknowledge each of us in Heaven that we may be certain, safe and saved in the Blood of Jesus Christ the King. May we grow as new born citizens of Heaven to bring glory, honor and praise to You. In Jesus’ holy name.

Walking around the tired bend with one good shoe. Mouth is dry, wrist against my hat soaked forehead. Trying to distinguish the Sunlight from the land up ahead. Casually, I rest upon my laurels, thinking old thoughts, surprised how slow I move onward. What day is this, as if it matters, asking myself to put at least one thought in this lousy old head.

Dancing circles round the moon, inviting it to call us captive. Befriending daisy’s of indifference, turning their blossom to whomever gives them sugar. I wanted to ask you something then I remembered it didn’t matter anymore, Cause time just chooses who it wants to shine, sometimes theirs infrequently mine. All decks lean toward London.

Emptied the cannons because the sea never hears. As if anyone cares that fifty odd rusty old kilos joined the deep in the secrets never told. She had stalks of hair a hay bale of a noggin. Trying to intervene without a scratch of throwing my back out sideways. She looked up at me with the crooked little smile and waited, presumably for me to say something worth hearing.

But the Cairo train was early so I caught a ride and sat against vinyl wishing my sweat were not so sticky. Applauding everyone who called me and willing to marry any who would feed the little man hidden deep inside. Which avenues of fury ferry in those who mean no well to anyone? Running lazy circles til the cows got dizzy, I dust of my pancho waiting for Jesus to arrive.

Alive and incendiary hoping something pounces so I can set its heart aflame. Taking seriously the requests of evening to introduce the morning. Tears and smiles alike we took our dusty bags and walk ol’ Heaven’s mile. Too afraid to scramble and much too tired to swim, we decided just to dally in the nonchalance hoping that someone would ask us the proper time.

Asking for inspiration embraces anticipation of the unknown, in direction, primal intention and urgency of mind and foot. There is no resonance without cavity, yet the mountain hums. No understanding without context yet all crave some higher state or content. What makes a man seek?

Why do you look oh fettered man? What release beckons, no awaits your quest for emancipation? is it freedom or eternal misunderstanding of the shackles cast round your ankles, hands and heart? Is it so hard to love yourself enough to search for a place without dimension?

Do we so crave prisons of thought and person that we adapt addiction and yearning to work as new found master? What is joint venture and may two share the same dedication to service of the coming King? When and what have we seen that we may properly measure time?

What is a body or thought in discord with self or capture to the same? Teasing what we think to be mania, we assume to be always in the right. When person-hood crumbles who is recipient of lost fate? With the anguish of denied purpose signal or trigger alternative wicks of justice?

Flowing acquisition of victories untold, both new and far older than time allowed our vision. When days were yet crafted we stood aside amazed and overwhelmed in possibility and promise. Reluctant to look away our quaking hearts set aflame by the simplicity infinitesimal.

Enemies a dying focus of misdirected allegiance to a failure absent any hope or resolution. Still, nerves yet driven by expectation or planning, assuaged the effort and reloaded the adept. Faith um-pausing assumption all before us would be cleaned as path drawn in siege.

These memories trying the calm within this fiery heart, the cool of rained forest saturates my leaven. To right and real the heaven’s beckon, men of due recourse and assumptive reason. We left our fate to the hand of greater crafting than even the limit of our thorough eligibility.

Training for preparedness for all that is slated to be revealed. We sat inclined to the sounds and rhythms of God’s opus. Moored to those things set beyond the limits of reason to miraculous. Treasure’s brightly leading the dull fancied hope of this man’s determination.

What is the frequent result of supremacy’s meeting. Undone by thought and foolish heart to find the depths and empty barrels aligned with our reckoning. Learning the instant mechanisms of shock and realignment kindled by a view too glorious for understanding.

Light or dark. The fault lines shift. The end of the time of the Gentiles nears. Have you made your preparations. Do you know the King?

No one wants to have this conversation, except those who understand the gravity of our circumstance and time line. Do you know the King?

We all want to believe ourselves good enough, especially those with no fruitful evidence stuck in the same sins of our past. Do you know the King?

I tell myself fables and short romantic stories where I alone am the hero of the script I’ve written. Inconsistent with the Gospel. Do I know the King?

I walk with the worldly demonstrating no differentiation in our manners, prayers, hopes and vain pursuits. Why am I different. Do I know the King?

My prayer life is tiny, powerless and my intervention for those who might hear the Gospel message is almost non existent. Do I know the King?

What I tell me people of my ventures and my mysterious sojourn of infinite interactions. Are they done for the Kingdom of Self. Do I know the King?

What love we share is superficial, it’s unreal sponsored by moments that make each other feel good with no real enduring charity. Do I know the King?

I fear that all is done for my good fortune. I fear that the light has gone dim in the altar of my heart. I fear the wormhole to never-ending darkness. Does the King Know Me?

What captures my attention, gets all my investments and guides my every thought, action and outcome? Who am I to become. Does the King Know Me?

What do I mean when I tell some one I love them? What is it that I desire for them to give me in exchange? Does my will sponsor my objectives? Does the King Know Me?

I pray that we all know Christ Jesus and that He acknowledges each of us to God and His angels in Heaven. May He do wonderful things in and through you. May He recognize each of us at the moment of our departure from this life. May we all be welcomed into His Presence, Forever. The choice is each of ours. In Jesus’ name. No more time. NOW.