How do we thank a mocker? Sniping, critical, desperately mean commentary from those you have love, fed and prayed over. They are no longer in control if they ever were, whichever the illusion has crumbled and we are being told to be entertaining or they will no longer listen. They may have listened but never could see or hear. Tears surround my heart as I watch and America born of Independence and Truth, the Truth that Jesus Christ set U.S. free for His glory begin to unravel toward its various false gods and mortal pursuits. I cannot imagine God crying but Jesus showed U.S. that He can. My heart pumps but lacks sufficient strength and only the power of the Holy Spirit may lift me to achieve the miracles we know are coming.

Looked at as the sandwich guy or the two dollar guy though some know I have been so much more in the midst of their tribulation. They can no longer control their behaviors as something has given way. Today the world changed and those who refuse to investigate Christ devoutly determined to go on marrying and being given in marriage, holding parties and ignoring the signs and wonders in the skies and Israel of God’s Imminent return. Nice people, who called themselves good have taken on dark silhouette, wishing that righteousness and God’s People would simply go away. They want no more reminders of Wrath, Judgment or choice, but seek to lose themselves in the droning resonance of their affairs.

I have always wanted this day. I have never wanted this day. Failure is not a reasonable descriptor. For this is not failure but the sadness that the drowning could swim but would not. The rope offered and declined, water to dying thirst turned down in spite of the kindness. It will never make sense why people would choose Hell over spending eternity in the presence of our Maker, but that may have never been an option. I cannot explain the wrenching beginning at my toes realizing that their numbers include my origin family. I do not weep for my loss but God’s. The gift of creation, freedom, forgiveness and choice all blunted by a miserable decision to serve the imaginary whim of a wanton heart or seek the dripping lure of lustful deception.

Today begins the stand in God’s Armor or the retreat to the artificial and vain. No more youth of mortal cavity. No more mystical, wide eyed hope that people we loved will choose wisely for now we see them squander everlasting life for separation and pain. Incomprehensible. The birth pangs have begun and the coming of Christ is being counted. Only God knows the day and hour that the last of mankind will choose Christ. I only hope that you are the one to give them the Gospel leading to that choice. May you be looking in their eyes as they accept the Lord, Savior that we hear that Trump sound and the arch angel cry out, that we are going Home.

Tell you. Sad as it may seem, that would be an unhappy dream. Unwanted by both parties.

Coy, rye smiles and whispering hints, of mint in the morning mist. Scent of coffee memory.

With Glorious return. A dime for a dozen, frozen dollars. Pitch, the abyss, shrines left open.

Careful as measured love.Tolerant but never accepting. Anguished flame-shrouded scrutiny.

Failure is never my master, God’s timing, power and love. Certain victory, salesman’s bread.

Doors, leading to floors and Grammy s’mores thinking that somehow I would learn to like it.

A sword salute and tales retreat. Refined in dragon’s bellows. Scorched in light of unlit Suns.

No more game. No claim to Valhalla or whiteknighted seat. No carried torch for hidden hope.

The Rope is long and tends to shred. Pain is the pleasure of endurance. Never quit to learn.

You know how to duplicate what most will never venture. Love never mixes with their hate.

Poverty viewed by wealthy men a loss. Never met a greater shaping stone to man’s mettle.

All fear something, some fear itself. But greater blessing the man who fear’s our Maker.

As we approach the end without beginning we know He lives the beginning beyond our end.

Did you ever do your very best, not to win trinkets or bragging rights but for the whole, everlasting increase? Bounty beyond measure, territories fully resized, blessed and over-flowing?

Have you missed the mark by giving half your heart, strength, soul and mind? Boldly but hypocritically proclaiming that you left it all on the horizon, every drop, but fully knowing even when no one else noticed that you kept some in reserve.

Can we stop and really have a heart to heart for a moment? Is there a circumstance, issue or outcome in life for which you would dedicate or give up everything? That is the moment of truth by trial, that most never even conceive never mind achieve.

What are we doing here if we are simply living half-way? What is abundant life except those moments when you gave it all and remember the feeling of being fully engaged, having laid all upon the line for something worth more than a trophy?

I don’t need to explain the things worth this much effort, talent and time. You know, we all know but so few will show that level of dedication or commitment. Why? What is it in the few that show the many forever that they never really lived?

I am sorry Lord for the times that You have provided opportunities that were perhaps several times in a lifetime only to see me go half speed, power and principle. That doesn’t sit right in my mind. In fact, all those trials I faced for the enemy just to have a clear opportunity and walk away is tragic.

I don’t want tragic to be my conclusion. This is the time for which I was made. Let me prepare, employ and empty ever tank, thought, talent and measure of blessing knowing fully there is nothing else worthy of my commitment.

Things don’t work out in miracle because we came to show them something. They work out in miracle because we came to show them God, Everything. Lord let me never leave something in the tank when to deploy it brings Glory to Your name.

One trick, phony shtick, naked in Emperor’s clothes. Nothing left to show. No Place left to go. No home, no chrome just plastic, elastic and fantastic tales that no one would believe.

Receive the cost of hi-jinx, recover the lost purposes of Sphinx. To everyone’s surprise, two way tunnels in both eyes, black holes to deeper space, neither time nor air to finish up the race.

What dreams, spent it seems, reams of evidence discard, the virtuous and hard. No track the scent is gone the energy moved on, the dogs have left for dawn the King was just a pawn.

Time trials just for show his lift upon the snow no breath and heart gone still, perhaps you have a pill. To lift his tiny head and take him from the dead we grieve but never feel, just too real.

Embellishment and fame the outcome is the same, my ego is to blame for never having game. The medal on the shelf attributed to self a mouth that’s never full a raging unfed bull.

The crime scene is so clean, summarily pristine as he’d never been. But the impacts longer felt the ice not quick to melt beyond Orion’s belt your hand so quickly dealt among the seldom seen.

For long is never short nor curse a just retort it’s only done for sport in the highland’s of our health. No wealth is free from wage the x upon the page the harlot and the mage go to court.

Rhymers loved. Turtle doved. A fancy set of words that conjure blossoms and some birds. The life out on the line with no seasoning or wine, rewind and see what you never will find.

Enough done, faked a ton, nothing won and seldom gained or lost. Every chapter embossed, painted and lip glossed with out considering the cost of leaving the main road.

These days, twice passed, treasures amassed and given to pay bills for overstays and missteps. Kinder than most, tied to hitching post, strangled twice a day two gulps of air to pray.

Captured at the wrist, we’ll dance if you insist, I for sure will not resist. Gone rogue, prince or pogue, out of vogue, cloaked from the sun, slightly over done, waving at everyone in my passing.

Casual conversation, no pressure words, just flitting birds and dogs chasing sticks, the wind and deflated squeaky toys. Time where seconds don’t matter so much as the moments spent fomenting a legacy of life well lived. Sitting in the quest of wisdom as the stars, planets and whimsy turn fanciful.

Gravity, now they want to disbelieve gravity. The most complex thought a youth possesses and they wish to twist it free from the mooring of God’s universe. How diverse is this curse that it seeks to banish the realms of stellar alignment and planetary frequency? Turning fantasy into flat soda.

Someone owns the wind, dirt and water such that children no longer rejoice at slinging mud at each other on rainy spring and summer days. Knuckle busting pry bars and sockets engineering my next cause and trying to solve complexity with rainbows, inclusion and chaos. It just don’t work that way.

So you say when you look through the window at just the right angle you can see the Sovereign Image of God’s Throne Room. Well that and a scoop of ice cream will certainly cool down this scratchy throat you’ve given me as I shout about poppies, puppies and political science with kids and old guys.

What is a damsel in distress if they planned the moment of salvation before they provoked the emotion that got you fighting, righting and kiting an astral run up the side of fox hill? Wag a tail, lose some mail, trim a sail so that the wind blows the smoke just enough to right every wrong, fix every untimely song and soothe old king Kong.

This is not my country they say its on its way, maybe by the end of May that will be the day. To rejoice in harmony with reason in and out of season with no regard to pleasin’ anyone but God. Some blossoms ripen in the seed, spiritual indeed they got us praying to box tops and ninety foot animals of bronze.

Settle for the silence. As complexions arise on this side of the moon I seldom seek the dark faces knowing the headaches that reside there. Alone is a vessel of deliverance to a setting sun, a victory imagined and world’s away from the normalcy that captures the definition of happiness drowning it in Salty seas.

I’ve got a Farmer’s chance of gold, the radiator’s cold and I feel a little old, so I’ll just avoid it. With orbits and parallax nothing is exactly as you’ve imagined it in your vision. The incision is deep, the wound a creative creep with margins penciling themselves on canvass to limit poetic license or bracket adjustment.

These things aren’t worth simply chatting over but demand to be planned and are risk to understand, especially for those with fear of mitigation. The hearts we left in lust, the dust upon the picture rewiring each fixture to depend on nothing, create realms without mass, divining a future while mad about the past.

When we discuss our opinion, interpretation or rendering of God’s Covenant plans for Israel we ought begin in fear of God. Otherwise our childish participation in a worldly argument led by powers and principalities will include us in discussions we should not be venturing.

The Bible is very clear, without editing or revisions by agents of the Prince of the Power of Air, may the Lord rebuke him if HE so chooses. What we are forced into by the misunderstanding of the responsibility found in our expression of Free Will given by God.

Many do not comprehend the dangers in aligning against God’s Word and Spirit in participation with worldly argument against the Promises of God. First danger is misuse, misapprehension or mistrust in God’s prophetic promises to the remnant of the Jews.

Just as with Christianity there will be those who tragically believe themselves anointed and included in the fruits of Faith who are disowned/denied when they seek entry to everlasting. Jesus is very clear on this warning to Christians in Matthew 7 and Revelation 2 & 3.

The same problem occurs with the onset of the disease of replacement theology when clearly both of these groups are included in the Root/Origin of the Olive Tree, one by covenant leading to Grace in Tribulation and the other by acceptance of Grace but both believing upon Jesus at some glorious moment of Rebirth.

The Bible does show Jews accepting Jesus after His death, burial and resurrection and never once retracts their origins as Jews though they have become Christians. For a moment let us look to enemy benefit in this convincing argument against the Jews.

Remember they will remember in the latter days that they pierced their Messiah and collectively cry out to Him for forgiveness as a nation. Zechariah 12:10. Yes, there are many groups who stand to profit from these misunderstanding the first of which is the organized Church/Synagogues that remain misaligned with Jesus.

 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

The danger in prolonged resistance even while feigning compliance is that when given the opportunities to conceal/reveal your true allegiance you foolishly forget to play along to get along and now are labeled perpetually as an obstacle, relieving you of your rebel secrecy.

We, having proclaimed ourselves Christians can no longer continue in our vein of self service, convincing ourselves unsuccessfully that we are righteous without clear demonstration through our ungodly acts to the contrary. Hiding from God is impossible.

Now we are left a situation untenable. We no longer may resist without public notice and we are now revealed to those of the body as true liars. When I view my plan, pathway and persistent reviewed actions I must now align myself with mammon no longer feigning Godliness.

The Book of Jude is upon us. We are seeing that the churches has pursued worldly dominion, taking advantage of tax free position and hollywood/nashville style fame to embrace the wealth producing efforts of corporations while diminishing the call to purity.

I understand the push to disagree with these statements will employ the best of worldly arguments among fake Brethren, however having been revealed those having chosen Christ and read/understood Jude will be forced to step away from these unfruitful brothers and sisters.

This is the hour for all men to demonstrate their character, whether of God in Christ Jesus and the Fruits of His Holy Spirit openly displayed in public or the quest for; money, power, worldly treasures and the fame of personal legacy drawing every moth to candle’s flame.

If this hurts then good, for the conviction of God’s Holy Spirit together with these words of salt and light given in reflection through this vessel now give you the opportunity for repentance. This is the dynamic set of moments where you get to walk back your feigned Love of God. In Jesus Name.

I lost it all, for good reason. So many times I have been brought to the cold, hardness of complete loss only to realize that I have forced this upon the Lord and myself. Returning to my sin I provoked His chastisement to allow me the opportunity to express the power of God’s Holy Spirit present when my own had been reduced to nil. This gift, repeatedly misunderstood gave me the chance to see that in self reliance I missed those miracles that may be worked through me.

What joy is found in the realization that this surrender, humbling and emptying of self is the greatest gift of a man seeking sanctification, self denial and everlasting power as a vessel. Once realizing that being moved to a state of no self power, no reliance upon thinking, heart or strength freed me from the trappings of mortal helplessness. The victory is God’s and as such must be held up in born again faith of the miracles that come due to surrender before the throne of God.

Praise Him for so many reductions, chastising me to prepare for sanctified outcomes that had always been avoided or prohibited by my self reliance. Empty is where I wish to remain, for this status predicts emergence of Holy Spirit above my own will to do the heavenly through this dedicated vessel. Loss of family allows for re-provision of new Godly members in Christ Jesus. Loss of wealth, health or social leverage provide opportunity to show the light of Christ to those who yet know Him.

I never could imagine that I would be content and whole having next to nothing, but that is where ironically I become wealthiest. I could never become the man God wanted me to be until letting go of my former self and the vain imaginary plans to arrive at some worldly plateau. It is reasonable to expect that the world will look at this realization as utterly foolish when it is arguably the greatest wisdom allotted. Does it take some character to be content with very little, certainly, but not long down this road you realize how much you resemble Christ.

Some things may be honed through preparation. Intrinsic items of skill, talent and gifts are often spiced by drive, desire and trust. While intelligence and a penchant, heart of goodness may provide the forensic lever to intimate perfection.

Judgment not in my grip, my circulation depends upon the courage of loving anticipation. Imagination the key to discovery, may each of us find those colors, dimensions and time to invent those things only found in Creator’s making.

Failure, never the assumption of our identity, looking to light internal or found eclipsing horizons. Recover our roots of growth toward immortality. What seeds are planted, what harvest renewed and what stakes reveal each boundary?

Our last hope defines the leverage in endurance, patience the asset least viewed as cipher to our coding. Replenished and renewed how pliant our inclusion to confidently prune that which grow to foster our remaking?

Remind me why I pursued with vigor to surpass those with whom I traveled? Leadership is not haphazard, misunderstanding that care and service are talent inclined to mastery. One success at the altar of self denies limitless celebration through encouragement.

Never meant to be alone, though hearts, voices and dance oft dissimilar. In the harmony, dissonance and discord, union is born of tastes, flavor and rhymes never tested for composure. The test our greatest colleague we grow tender to the core.

Overlooking, ignoring or simply avoiding the use of power to accommodate the well oiled pathway to personal preference is our greatest shame. We sit and cast aspersion upon all others who prevail through trickery, cleverness and bold, unclean living and then eschew the greatest available blessings in man’s history, simply because we are complacent, complicit and afraid of our own shadow. Go along to get along is the motto of men who have sold their birthright for a bowl of stew.

We wonder why miracles avoid us and the plagues always seem to find a home in our families. We run from opportunities to share real investment of love, thinking it weakness, when the truth of power is the loving dissemination of benefits without return on investment. Not that there is none but we fail to recognize or sans the ability to see the spiritual benefits fail to register that these are the greatest works. And we count the coin before doing anything of adventure with worldly perspective.

These are the days of eternal life, yet we unwittingly live in temporary authority misunderstanding what it truly means to have been born again of heavenly seed. New creatures born again to do the works of angels and men remade. We go out into the world ashamed at our poverty when our Father owns everything and makes it available to those who simply put aside their selves and serve His objectives. Eternal objectives, set aside for men who know they face life everlasting. Doing things beyond ourselves.

I no longer seek performance outcomes that I may perfectly display the ribbons, degrees or medals that will leave an established in the pond from whence I came. Miracles were made for me to bring into this world that all will not see nor perhaps even remember me but God they will see and never forget. That is the great reward of redemption. Born again to live for my Father, that I am free from the laundry list of mistakes I will certainly find in marking time until the real round and bell sound. Born of impoverished thinking and misperception. As this is the life already to those who waited.