Father, they’ve counseled all my life to adapt my message to the audience, now only now do I see why even as a child I emphatically disagreed.  They wish a customized message designed to tickle their ears and entreat their desire for comfort, pleasure and an agreeable life.  My song is within my heart, not theirs.  My song is for you, to bring Glory to Your Holy Name, never designed to offend, but by nature in this world there are those who will dislike, disagree and attempt control over everything that we do.  I have a message of Christ’s Grace, Mercy, Power, Provision, Intention and Plan.  It is not a message meant to be offered for appreciation, it is a dutiful message of warning and powerful acclaim.  It is a message of hope and fear.  It is wise beyond my abilities for it is His Message and I am merely man.  I am incapable of adjusting it, changing it, conforming it, delivering it in a “better” way, more sensitive to the audience or pandering to the applause of others.  I am God’s Man and if I say anything wrong or incorrect, believe me you that he will discipline me for so doing.  My job is delivery, not talent, not fortitude, not beauty or wondrous entertaining content.  My job is to love you enough to tell you the greatest message that you will ever hear in the time for you to make the most important decision you will ever make.  My job is to love.

Am I constrained by time or does it provide holistic measure of how well I work within it?  Is it my friend, giving me pointers, reminders and limits while I plod headlong toward eternity?  Is it the door waiting to slam shut upon the enemy, ending his divisive reign on the Earth that was meant for man?  Is time holding back the Lord’s Wrath, tick tocking its way toward the end of patience?  Kindly going second by second to give us the moments necessary to make that choice.  Is time my friend? I think so and remember the preciousness of life is wrapped within those moments and memories we’ve spent together.

When time refused to progress it was offering the chance to accept the Holy Spirit’s provision of patience.  When it sped by forcing me to catch my breath and accelerate, it made me learn, listen, test the air with an acuity of mind.  When it stood still it let me bask in the moments of love, life and the whispered love filled instances that last forever.  When it checked me it made me precise, timely and mature.  When it refused to roll back it provided me the essence of humanity, that each moment is golden and may not be recovered only remembered.  It made me love them more and more as they grew, forcing me to change my tune, learn a new dance, run or fly.  Time was my friend in growth.

Time is now again showing its friendship providing the evidence of imminency.  Whispering to pay the price of awareness, tasting, savoring, utilizing the remaining days, hours, weeks and moments to pour out my love and obedience toward God.  After all, at the end, time will have reached 0 and I will have reached Infinity.  My friend time will have run out and I will live forever, it will have launched me in to my real life.

Will I thank God for time, establishing the boundaries of lifetime, forcing us to reality in approaching death?  Yes, I think there is one more asset for which I must offer God praise.  Thank you Lord for making me mortal, that I might taste the breath, food, love, fear and hope of limited existence and pronounce it “glorious”.  Breathe in the deep cool breaths of winter, remembering its chill as we head to the searing heat of an inescapable summer knowing this too shall pass.  Love God and enjoy Life for Time is jogging beside you reminding you that there has never been much of it left.  In Jesus’ Name I pray that you rejoice in contentment at all that you’ve been given and anticipate with excitement the things yet to come.

So many unwilling to step in to the waiting arms of Christ.  Keeping their arms to their sides they fear intimacy’s dangerous implications.  Wounded, forgotten, chastened and changed by an unloving world they deny themselves love, the love necessary to getting over the pain of past loss.  I get it, having suffered the un-indulging grief of a luke-warm world.  But shutting down the sensors is insufficient solution to the need for care, love and the absent embrace of a loving Father.

I am not afraid of needing love.  This requirement makes me human, the knowledge of that need alerts me to my deprived position and the embrace of Almighty God provides solution.  Yes, I care if you love me and if you don’t it does sadden me so, because we were meant for each other and designed to share this life in love and circumstance.

However, without the love of humans I am sustained by the Love of Christ.  I know that is an arduous concept for the human mind because it purports the intangible as answer for a supposed material problem, but love is not material it is ethereal.  How do we know we are loved?  I mean, there is no proof of love, it is simply, like life its own proof.  There are signs of life and signs of love that undeniable, yet we cannot physically touch life or taste love yet they supposedly can “fill” us up.  How then is it possible to be filled by the Love of God?

Explaining the inexplicable, touching the air, packaging thought or seeing nothing.  Must we have proof of all that exists in order for it to exist, or will this undefined componentry somehow compel, pester at the mind until resolved?  How far away is the other side of the universe, if in fact it is not a mobius construct?  We honesty don’t know, but does that mean that it doesn’t exist or that I must go there in order for me to resolve its existence?  Love is real, I need it and God gives unconditionally.  Simple Logic then to go to the source for embrace.  I don’t doubt or need to prove God’s love, I simply embrace it and am filled.

Weird how some things don’t need my definition for them to be real and work just right.  In God I Trust.  May you be embraced by the Loving Mighty Arms of God, today.  Be filled in the Spirit of the Lord.  In Jesus’ Name

I shall not be moved from the Rock of Ages, but I shall be moved off the couch of my complacency into action for the Kingdom Of God.  I shall not be moved if God bid me stand still but when He calls my chocks are up, my engines forward and my wheels up.  What then of solidity, foundation, roots, re-bar and pylons?  These things are mobile and may be quickly removed and replaced in the next appropriate place for battle or refresh.  You see, passing through, means just that.

How have we been trained for this moment in time?  Has the Lord made you ready for action, prepared, mobile, active and rehearsed?  Or has He planted you firmly in the foundation of the village, a buoy for the mooring of those drifting, a lightning rod to reroute the overwhelming assaults of creation?  Has He placed you for the time being to grow so that you might be placed in the field to reap souls aplenty?  Without the question we have no corresponding answer?  What questions are you asking of yourself?  That is strange man you asked me question about a question.  That hurts my brain, please refrain.  Okay, have you been standing still or doing some job just to pay bills or for personal reasons when you know God has been calling you to the Ministry Field?

Can’t put it any clearer.  Oh, that hurts your brain too, but for different reason.  You don’t ask God for His Will for your life because that is the best method of avoiding surrender, to never ask how or what He wants in exchange.  I get it we all have developed effective coping mechanisms, this appears to be your moment for reflection.  Unless of course you would like to ignore or avoid this moment, in which case, go back to sleep, sorry for interrupting your slumber.  Nope, Repent, Make Straight Your Path for the Kingdom of God IS HERE!

I understand my anointing, have you spoken to God about yours?  Don’t you think it is late enough in the game to get off the bench and into the game?  If you don’t know what position you are to play, where are you going to fit into the team when placed on the field, if not today then some quiet afternoon in June?  I love you too much to leave you benched for the biggest game of the final season of the last year of our franchise.  What you say this might be the countdown to eternity?  Of course, and if you feel like ignoring it don’t you want me to love you enough to tase you, throw cold water on you or pound on the door of your chambers bid you be ready for Messiah’s return for the Church?  You matter too much to God for me to be concerned about your upset at my bold intervention.  We both want to see you in God’s presence at rapture, so pick up your helmet and charge the field, giving it your best for our King.

In Jesus’ holy Name.

To all who have made this year as productive as it could be in the Lord, I am so grateful.  Without your help I would not have been capable of spending the minutes I have been graced to use spreading the Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ the King.  I am humbled by your assistance, buoyed by your support and my reach has been significantly extended by your prayers and encouragement.  The words are insufficient though they are the only mechanism beside action to demonstrate my love and appreciation for all of you.  I pray that my actions following these words express my love for you in a greater manner than my speech.

Forgive me for my shortcomings.  We both see them as if they are big red buttons on my forehead.  I appreciate you never mentioning them, or seldom mentioning in the case of those who have kept me honest and aware.  These are the things we do for each other and for those things you have done for me I am truly grateful.  Thank you for loving me, overlooking my foibles and treating with a fair hand.  That is the example of unconditional love that the Lord told us to share.  I thank you for being obedient in your loving me, I know it has not always been easy, so I offer my special gratitude.

What is next for this body we’ve become?  What horizons shall we ponder, what valleys will we harvest and which mountains shall we traverse in our conversations with God?  How many souls will come to Christ this coming year because we are firmly set in that sweet spot of God’s incredible Will for our lives?  How great the well of love within our own hearts for surrendering to that call and being provided a store of that overwhelming Spirit?  What shall our year end review look like in three hundred and sixty five more days?  Do we have that many days left?  I don’t know but what I do know is that I will be truly blessed in the greatest possible fashion to spend each and every one with you.  May the Lord richly bless you in Spirit, Love, Provision, Passion and Safety throughout 2019.  With all my love in the Great Name of Jesus I pray.  Happy New Year.

Once a year we reflect and ponder what has gone and what is to come.  What did you gain this year?  What was lost?  How many wounds were suffered and healed?  How many days spent in laughter, prayer, sickness or remembrance?  Who did you meet?  Who did you send off into the Lord’s Will?  How many new friends came calling?  Where did you move or how did you grow in the place God has planted you?  What was turned on and how many things were removed for lack of productive input or outcome?  How was your walk?  How many miles did you travel for Christ?  Do you remember or wish to forget?  It all matters not just the good stuff for life is a buffet not a plate prepared.  Did you get filled or spend time feeling empty?

Are you ready for tomorrow’s delivery?  What were your prayers?  Did you write them down in expectation of answer or deliverance?  How might love change you in the coming days, weeks, months and year?  How healthy is your heart?  Are you in disrepair from yesteryear?  Have you waited upon God and been renewed, refreshed, filled with hope, potency and potential?  Are you celebrating and if so then what?  How many children smile at the mention of your name, the sound of your voice or the sight of your face?  How many days does the Lord have to wait until you get around to the work He has presented you?  Do you have a resolution?  Do you take your vows seriously or do you need to reinvest toward objectives?  Upon which dreams are you wishing?  Have you built a stockpile of contentment?  It this an end or a beginning?

Who is Christ to you?  Do you act like you believe that statement?  Are you found among those ready, operating and doing the work of harvest or will you be found among those in the darkness, weeping and gnashing teeth?  What is your purpose?  Have you asked or hoped he wouldn’t tell you until you finished your current plan?  Where is the Body of Christ in your itinerary, your priorities and your forgiveness roster?  Who gets your attention God, the back yard, your boss, husband/wife or dog?  Is this going to be your best year yet?  Will you live it like it’s your last or as if it could be?  Where is your focus on the world, the funds, the house, the car or skyward waiting for his return?  Has he given you balance or have you asked?  What would you ask Him for if you only had one prayer remaining?

My prayer is for you to hear and obey His direction for your life and that I might be asked to encourage and support you in its achievement.  In Jesus’ Name

Daddy, I see and hear.  Please let me process this that I have been given so that I might act with alacrity and depth.  My quest brings me to the foot of your throne, at which I am ill equipped to see and hear, for I am fearful and small in Your Mighty Presence.  Lord let me never offer excuse but understanding and acceptance without resistance, demand or question, for I trust you completely.  Thankfully your voice is always clear above the prideful chatter of my mind.  Thank you for entrusting me with your Love and Your Word.  I am riven to my core by gravity and honor.

Father, this is not a moment of which I am proud, but it is a moment that I needed, to once again be blessed to be in Your Presence, overwhelmed, stricken, motionless.  May I listen for a while?  I don’t have anything to say but this song from my nucleus.  The fiber of the man I am cries out to you with love, respect and worship.  Each time I remember that being allowed here has nothing to do with me.  I have been imbued with the righteousness of your son in exchange for belief, none of that makes up for my corruption but I accept and glorify your name for cleansing me and calling me, Son.  For now I will remain in awe that I have once again been allowed to approach Your Majesty.

I’m not tired, hungry, alone, wounded, broke or ill.  Yet I hunger for your righteousness, I miss you, I am weary of this world, cry from the broken heart of a shepherd and I am sickened by my impoverished thinking.  These are the emotions of a fisherman a farmer for I was never meant for royalty, yet you have labeled me Prince and Priest.  I am not worthy yet honored to be the conduit for Your Revealed Will.

My simple prayer, call them to You so that they might have ears to hear and eyes to see.  Let them know Your Grace and Mercy that they might cry out for salvation.  Let them remember the Absolute Truth of Your Sovereignty that they might renounce their petty fiefdoms and choose to voluntarily serve You our Righteous King.  Let me sing to You now Father of my Love for it the greatest treasure I have, my heart of worship.

Glory to my Rightful King.  The sound of rushing wind and timeless fury expressed in a whisper.  Passion let me be set aflame by reasoned purpose, a duty beyond the lusts of a simple man.  Father know my heart and see it cleansed of poverty, poison and rebellion, for I surrender.  I surrender my King, Everything, for it all belongs to You.  My heart, my life, my hand, my teeth and tongue, may they be used for Your Will Alone.  Let my Ears hear Your Breath of Life and be filled with Joy anew.  In Jesus’ Name.

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Lord shall I weep for thee, maybe for thine, how about mine and what about me.  Always ending up at me as if I am the eventual landing point for all the world’s interactions.  I am not central, I am not peripheral or tertiary, but one of the smallest little dirt filled tributaries on the smallest moon of a orbiting volcanic rock that is barely classified, planet.  Yet my dirt matters to the one whom all things rightly shouldn’t.  It makes no sense, yet it does to me and it makes me yawn, then stretch, then cry, huge crashing drops of saltine splendor on my laptop.  Thankfully, though I review the universe in comparison to my perspective somehow it all matters to me too.

How is that, that in my position of insignificance I should be so moved by the little things a universe away which by all right and justification should have no bearing whatsoever on my emotions, thoughts or processes?  Why does it matter that the universe cries out in agony for the saviour?  I mean I cannot save it.  The closest comprehension I may gather is that it is like watching a forest burn though you yourself made it out of the flames to safety or watching the tsunami demolish the town as you view from higher ground.  There is a feeling of connectivity with those being burned or drowned, to the point it breaks something inside our own healthy structure, some kindred pain for which there is no other explanation then our relationship to God and our similar love for all His Created beings.  You see if God loves them then simply by I love them.  They matter to me because they matter to Him.  If that isn’t proof of my affinity and origin in God I cannot imagine what would suffice.

By all right I should be content in my dirt tributary, why am I not?  What is that “reaching seed” syndrome that causes me ambitious desire to see the world in a better status?  He created it, why can’t I just leave it alone and live with it?  Another proof, you bet you?  He has placed in each one of us the desire either to stir it back to health and order or to help it hasten on its path to destruction.  Why do we want to help or wish to hurt?  Why is there good and evil, why must there be conflict between these counter imposed ideals?  Why can’t they live in harmony, a balance, the yin and yang of eastern mysticism?  Because they are at odds, countering each other until one is in the controlling position.  If it be evil then all things seek to consume the remaining fuel and if it be good then all things seek to grow things in the light to maturity.  They are opposite, never balanced but in constant struggle by nature.  Do not allow the deceiving voice of darkness to convince you otherwise.

Lord thank you for giving me the desire to care for even the insignificant object light years away.  I don’t get it but I know that it makes me like you and that I get.  I will strive to bring the light to darkness and raise things up to their productive peak for your Glory.  For now I just need a good cry because it all is out of order and desperately needs you.  In Jesus’ Name.

This life is the only place I will feel; pain, frustration, anguish, desire, longing, romance, betrayal, indifference and heartbreak.  Do you believe that we will somehow miss this input when we’ve reached the promise land and have been freed from the world’s emotions?  That is an odd question to contemplate, however it does put into perspective the pain we feel now, because it is our only opportunity to grow from its intrinsic motivational qualities.  Should I miss the pain when it’s gone, most certainly not, but I shouldn’t avoid it, fear it or despise it so, after living of life is its own meaning.  So the pain the gain the loss the dross they are all part and parcel of this term of existence.  They are simply; well, Life.

My heart aches for old friends, lost family, missed divine or squandered worldly opportunity, regret of things said harshly or innocence lost, but I somehow in odd fashion cherish and welcome the experience of that pain.  I have grown from its catalyst in ways that were unavailable through providence and provision.  The harder road possesses greater and more deeply held lessons than the comfort of a well worn, safe path.  Not that I invite pain but I welcome it and in retrospect appreciate it now that I am not in the middle of its clutching impact.  It is a strange quality of the value of this one way ticket in life, that it all somehow matters more.

Lord, I do not presume to understand what you’ve intended, but I welcome it.  That is again an oddity, to not know and still want, content in the knowledge that whatever comes will be for the good of all things.  How then am I embrace this opportunity to feel loss, for it has arrived?  Thank you for the lesson.  I greet this pain with a new awareness of its intended and eventual affect.  Thank you for the the opportunity to feel, because this is my only opportunity to do so.  I look forward to a life without this pain but for now it is just right.  I love and appreciate you Father, in Jesus’ Name I pray.

Father, quench my anger, righteous or not that I might see through your loving eyes.  Thank you that I am no longer a man with penchant to fury.  Gone are the days of flame, set ablaze by the simplest inconsistency or slight.  But Lord even these times where it is right to be angered still somehow violates the construct of the man you’ve had me become.

Father they are doing evil and I despise their wicked, self or satan serving focus, especially where it quickly lends to seek out, wound, maim or devour the innocent.  I know that I must stand against them Lord and speak your Word, but must I also be ignited by passion in facing them?  I don’t like feeling this emotion.  It sends up my hackles, limits my thinking, diminishes my capacity for love which I so enjoy holding close to my breast.  What then of those moments that linger as I desperately wish to see a wrong righted, an evil undone or a criminal punished.  I see that Your Word says to give way, give room for Your Judgment.  Father show me that room, that space, that step back from the current episode that I might “give room” to Your intervention as needed.

Lord, I don’t hate, but I do dislike.  I don’t wish evil, but I do entertain the idea of sitting someone on their butt with a good, holy right cross.  Is there such a thing, Lord?  Or each time I there venture am I returning to the fleshly man?  If that is the case, for it feels and looks like a duck, then can you show me a way to deal with these characters in holiness that I might not become personally embroiled, incensed or poisoned by their evil, but instead simply become the pylon of Your Spirit I was meant?  What then of the man I do not confront, but instead turn over through prayer?  Isn’t he dealt with equally, giving Him unto the hand of Your judgment?

That is the place I will bid him sent.  That is the parking place for their evil vehicle, in front of You, where Your eye, heart and hand may have their way.  How am I to determine their deserved forgiving?  That is not a thing of my heart, discerning their worthiness for my consideration.  They are evil and the end result of that choice is that they must stand before You for judgment.  Whether that interview occur now or in the hereafter, it is still a meeting between You and they, with my simply playing role of introduction.  Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to see my way to the correct prayers this morning.  I so much wish to be free of these vestiges of mortality, they remain cumbersome, clumsy and unwanted by this transformed creature.  In Your precious name I pray.  Come please Lord the harvest appears to be nearing its end, but if the time is not yet, I will sit in contentment working with my Brothers and Sisters until all the crops are brought in to the store house.  I love you Jesus, My King, my High Priest, my Lord, my Saviour.