Are we done? Have we given in to evil or tasks yet beyond our power to achieve? What is the price for taking on things above self? Is it really God’s Will that all will come to the knowledge of the Truth, finding salvation in Jesus? I never could becomes I never can.

If I am to believe upon the impossible tasks of Spirit then why have I placed faith in my own ability to deliver those things solely within His grasp? Worse yet, why have I lost faith in something for which I never could deliver and in the Spirit’s ability to do the impossible?

Is this the hole I have dug for self or must God bring me into self-failure before I may truly believe? Has my hope always been invested in my impermanence? Am I equal to or above God failing to acknowledge His sovereignty and suffering the failure of faith?

I have seen the river’s divide between bride and her waiting Groom. She dawdles and prattles tending her ministries never once listening of awaiting the filling of power, hope and fealty for the King. When will her lamp be full? When will she be urgently waiting for the Trump?

Why would God bring tribulation upon His beloved? Right. Necessary for there is simply no other path to our conversion. He knew, He always knew we would not listen until all options seemingly removed. What does that say of the seemingly faithful, never believing or placing faith in self?

Am I arguing with my own faith, my own success waffling in the self-inflicted variability or have I stuck so soundly to rules and order that I suffer from over control and correction? With all the voices readily available and painfully willing to offer their suggestions of the best way forward has it become near impossible to stand still and allow the discernment of Spirit to lead?

Apparently this self inflicted faith fluctuation is endemic to the times of this final age, as people travel to and fro seeking knowledge. Is the adherence and pressure to anoint to voice of Science to a position above the peace and understanding of God, increasing anxiety and volatility within the human race in general and more specifically in the body Faithful?

The Word counsels believers to wait upon the Lord and patiently seek to “effectively listen” to God’s Holy Spirit as He carries to deeper dimensions within mystery and discernment. However, as a species man has become addicted to immediate cessation of the “unknown” state presently and consistently lacking the foundational fruits of patience required to stay upon the Lord.

What has this agitation and dependence upon “knowledge” produced in this age of overwhelming sources of elaborate dissertation regarding nearly every subject under the stars? First, it has eroded the solid understanding and important footing associated with a trust in only one objective truth source. Secondly, it has moved people away from the garden of God’s consistent word into the currents of “professional” opinion. And finally, it has created a seemingly nervous population, apparently unwilling to wait upon anything.

This convergence of impatient promptings and accepted norms has humans rushing to and demanding answers where often the questions have been improperly framed from outset. For instance, if the truth shall set me free, does this untie the bale-strings allowing any truth, unproven or ill sourced to now become the desires of our salvation seeking hearts? Does everything set us free because all things have the same credibility?

The dangers of these accepted social guidelines almost seem silly when spoken, yet they are very real pressures facing a mankind that no longer has the patience to discern the objectivity and trust associated with the vanilla label of “knowledge” associated with having eaten from the tree of public consumption. Our children no longer debate with intent to test the data and qualify the quality of sources. They are now so gullible or conversely so non-trusting that they simply argue to argue not to achieve the pinnacle of solid decisions based on qualified analysis and constructive debate.

Worse yet they disqualify the Word of God simply because they have been told it is the “Old Tired untrustworthy resource that has led the lemmings of humanity into all historical mistake. When the opposite remains the sole criteria for wisdom, waiting upon, verifying and following the Voice of God to the best decisions available. There is only one truth that sets mankind free and that is that Jesus Christ is the only way, the only Truth and the only source of Salvation from the eternal traps of: sin, death and hell.

Therefore, a culture that is outright dismissive of that singular Truth Source at deliberation’s outset effectively leads humans astray on journey’s first footfall. Believers though less frequent to identify demonstrate a patient reliance upon God’s direction, choosing to declared through considered action the absolute understanding that there is only one fully reliable truth source for humanity, the Voice of God’s Holy Spirit.

The creates a dichotomy that is impossible to overlook: a global lust for information, any information and a remnant subsection of discerning candidates fully intent upon “Good” decisions not simply escaping the anxiety of indecision plaguing today’s overwhelmed. How do you answer those questions most frequently avoided than answered, “What is the Truth that sets you free and is the Bible One Hundred Percent the inerrant/infallible Word of God Almighty”?

How you answer these questions arguably will segregate you from the sweeping tide and rush to find data however relevant to quench humanity’s thirst for tenuous science and relegate you to the increasingly unpopular position of skepticism that demands any/all truths come from God and therefore must be tested no for their “Science” but their agreement with the Word of God.

In silence I may finally hear the voice of God. Left behind the expectations and lures of this world, it is such a joy to hear the call of God’s Holy Spirit. All falls away amazingly the imaginary self would have me cling is left in a random pile at my feet. This is freedom, being able to step out of the masquerade and be what He bids me offer.

There is no preparation but this. Seeking nothing from the list of wants and needs but to hear God’s clear direction to fire, sea, battle and peace. I hear Lord and the only request I lift up is that I am once and forever found obedient. This is the path I am counseled in surrender to find the comfort of doing the will of God as created.

Not sorry that the man I was fell away, as his pursuits were always guided to match the fallen. I was not made to find misery in ignoring or being disobedient to God. For their is no flower in the doomed shrubbery of my defiance, only sadness, weeping and crunched teeth biting upon the desires gone wrong in the poisonous heart of midnight.

I rejoice at your compelling. I dance to see the success in the laughter of what once was misery. Let those fruits grow to abundance that have been watered by His making. Find good Earth for seed and tend the ground with faith in the promises He gave each of us. We are not what we wanted to be but what gloriously emerges as all falls away.

What is it you believe? Is it a garden that requires your attending hand? Or something that stands without edification, something so absolute whether you look, pray, touch or invest it remains unchanged, immutable from the hands of anything mortal, impervious to time, wind and emotion or death.

We struggle against unseen things. We demand results that may be posted on the stormhouse walls. Yet, none would assume or remember victories without the gift of Hands that need not our attendance. We do not edify ourselves, but are grown, paved and erected to stand against the powers outside our sight by a being beyond our comprehension.

Our choice is to serve and find mystery and miracle in laying down days, prayers and objectives for the amazing outcomes of the Divine. We are in such manner defined. Our identities tied from beginning to beyond our mortal end by our allegiance to something that will always remain beyond any of us.

It is myth, this quest for self reliance or glory beyond the walls of my own imperfection. What made me makes me great, good or a miserable form of failure, pitied by all that breathes gifted air. There is nothing created either in bravado or surrender, simply my union with things on pathways I require permission to wander.

Please stop trying to coax me into disobedience. There is no contempt more deeply felt than those things that seek to pull me away from the realization of the Kings Promise. For I was not simply made to perform the whims of my own device and dimension, but to reach the stars with kindled light placed in my heart for God’s good reason.

Temperatures coming down as the back of my neck is uncustomarily dry in the path of the afternoon sun. Greens are dampened but the blues of the sky above are so bright as if they punch me. Awe, Stricken any remorse forgotten as the valley below reveals the darkened pools of cool water awaiting the afternoon showers. Hard to imagine that this life is just the practice round, that we can barely envisage the size and shape of awaiting miracles.

How many moons tolerated my gaze? How many times tracing the craters and ridges they now say are simply our imagination? What shadow shakes us from the dream we all thought real? What questions remain in the back of minds that have been somehow manipulated in thought for a lifetime? It is always a joy when I see that I thought myself further on the journey to a lifetime of maturity. Hopefully arriving at a plateau where thoughts are certain and life somehow shared some of its secrets with me before passing bye.

Throwing caution and care overboard we cannonball over the gunwale crashing into the waves beyond, somehow fearless breaking the pall of paralysis trapping the inner child. What dreams have we forgotten? What pressures have we born that were never meant for our packing? Alive in the world that God made for us, hard to comprehend how my shallow path in this roadway will bring great glory to His Name. The things I have pondered that never needed a bit of attention remind that it is so easy to lose sight of the proper investment.

The bright orange of morning strikes me in a moment’s pause. The Earth seems ready to bust loose from its temporary orbit and take off for the outer reaches, to galaxies unknown. How simple my reflections, how basic my understanding, how meager my resolve. Waiting on ideas that resemble something worthy of God’s making. It is not the lack of capacity to say or do the impressive, but hoping someday to see His image in my own. That kinship is so far beyond the approach of marching footfall. It seems so close yet further than the light side of darkness.

I taste the air to determine which was the smoke is rising. No gray fog, but misty whispers of cloud fingers tapping each of us upon the arm and cheek. The wind it captures sunlight throwing strikes of lightning through each passing molecule of water. I blink as if time could be forgotten, remembering simpler days and nights where no child felt he could ever be alone. Something stops my breathe briefly, not struggling to hold it tightly in my chest. At best I had become a man laden with false sense of power and security. At worst a man missing all that really ever mattered as I chased the shiny bugs.

Believing in things beyond my imagination, fighting for things that bring love into focus and punching above my weight class. Forgiving as instantly as possible and walking on from silly folks who have no idea they are mocking the Maker. Trying to care for folks who most often don’t even realize that they need it. Loving kids, birds, squirrels, goats and donkeys because they know where to get it. Knowing very early that I am meant to pass through this place with very little warm and fuzzy but a treasured set of opportunities to see the impossible done before I leave.

I am not better than anyone, never wanted to be, though did waste a bunch of time trying to master everything to prove to them I was always good enough. Natural insecurity associated with believing that everyone should be given love and realizing that just is not the rules here. What a spectacular use of my time to meet people who seemingly at random needed a kind word, hug or whisper of encouragement. Always getting it wrong when trying to fit in or serve the local master, it’s just outside my structure to do anything because they believe that’s how we measure up.

Life in my cup. Selling nothing. Rarely able to convince anybody of anything especially when they accuse you of being clever enough to do so. Losing the luster of speaking with folks cause they just want to chatter about this or that never really wanting to improve the relationship. Simply marking time until something they want shows up in the availability list. Don’t want to be anything to anybody other than the guy who was there when they needed. I fully comprehend that desire to pass between dimensions at will or just blend into surroundings as it was always the only power I ever really personally obtained. Thank God He showed me how to give that all up.

Trying real hard not to shout above the misery and braggadocio as folks are not taking seriously that God said we need to be prepared. The only time that makes sense is before an event, after it is simply regretful. Never was anyone’s cup of tea or soul mate, just someone solid enough and barely entertaining enough to keep them distracted from checking their watches for the buses arrival. What is faith if we don’t respect it enough to apply all that we are to see it grow by walking? Don’t know how success looks, but I think of it akin to chopping wood. You know there is enough when you’re done chopping.

Can’t tell anyone what is right for them, but that doesn’t mean I won’t sound the trumpet as their enemies come calling. Service has never promised good treatment it really is about getting someone else what they are seeking. I read the Word and see a world that resembles very closely the moments we’ve entered into. In a scarcity sense everybody knows as well but they seem to mention it in passing, not lifting, packing, gathering or disciplining as if the last day might be this one.

Being thankful for everything is the greatest stretch of the expectations I hold dearly close. Things don’t often align with the plans I pondered quietly, but it is even harder to believe that they always turn out better. That’s the thing that makes this impossible thing, easy. I don’t want much anymore. Not that hope has been abandoned, but the trust in my own imagination has somehow gotten so much smaller than I remember. Don’t need to wow the world, I would be fine with a dog that I know I can always impress or sponsor. God is more than enough for me. I truly learned that when I let go of trying to get everyone else to realize how much I love them.

All die is the certainty of all men, women and children who have lived on this planet, with few exceptions. Those exceptions: those who history writes have been taken before death by God and those who have been set free from the appointed death and judgment provisioned by God’s Gift.

No matter: Believer, atheist, agnostic, denier, scientist, transhumanist or servant of other god all use the same declaration of faith in the something to which they owe and deliver conformative and confirmative action. Therefore the difficulty in discussion is always found in arguing over the choice rather the material of historical incidence.

Why then must science or disbelief in Christianity rewrite Biblically documented history or claim that it has been manipulated or inaccurately recorded in order to confirm their world view? To date the same argument ensues with unfounded or documented claims or revision are met with the same worldly documented data that sponsored yesterday’s document.

Yes, it appears and logic would agree that there is much more to know than is known. God provides for this understanding in indwelling gift of His Holy Spirit to accurately and safely guide each human into that which is yet known. There is no escaping our shortness of life that none remain alive who were eye witness to the history we all base our arguments upon. However, that is exactly the frustration/elation with Bible as no other documents lay effective dispute to its wealth of accurately defined events.

If there are differing choices, paths and thought collectives that entirely based upon our willingness and choice to make certain our faith, then arguably and inevitably as the Bible predicts there will be a time for all to finally realize the Truth by Test. The Bible perfectly predicts that test and exactly how it will be conducted and its provision for dispensation of outcomes based on that Certainty of Faith.

What we must all see equally and logically is that those of Faith are reckoning a convergence with the reality of today’s events leading to that eventual review. Yes, we are blessed to either walk with a “spiritually enabled sight” of the things to come in faith or await the evidence and outcome without that reliance.

We all know what is coming. The problem and the argument always begins at the decision to either acknowledge the Truth that is God as God or depart to a particular or smorgasbord of belief in action. I am rejoicing that the pregnant moment of my testing has come for it happens in this life not in the next as many sustain. It is the perfect arena for one decision: for or against the sole pathway of Christ Jesus.

When we analyze this collective purpose, we find the basis for argument is truly on the part of those who will not for whatever reason acknowledge God. For all are marching toward the inevitable unveiling of the Truth. However, the difference and it is huge is that the unveiling for Christians happened two thousand years ago and makes each of us certain of two things: we are no longer participants in the collective argument and two because we are no longer facing the inevitable death leading to the equally inevitable judgment.

There remains no doubt in all this life has been about. To stand stout and shout against the encroachment of the churl and the lout. We’re refined in circumstance whether dress, skirt or pants. In war, sales or romance. Everything determined by the portrait of our stance.

What fear is wrought in all that we’ve been taught, begged, borrowed or bought or the virus we caught? What thoughts are made pure in the things we endure? What days are made right by dark dreams in the night? What families made whole with no soup in each bowl?

So simple the word, so absurd all the history we heard. When evil makes kings the wind that it brings poisoned with things that the spring never brings. But summer is hot and plenty in pot none left to rot as the time each forgot. All sad little tales the Bishop regales forever it fails.

Asleep at my work some entitlement jerk refusing to clerk nor greasing the zerk. The system in pause my toes, beak and claws testing the laws and escaping the maws. But none true shall pass no boy, count or lass with charisma a class we are fated to pass. Happily.

Unlike man, God does not tell us to fear loneliness, attempting to fill it no matter the associative costs of motivation by fearful emotion or scarcity. Instead He promises to make for each man in his in-optimal position of being alone a suitable helper. Not a servant for man’s want and desire or willful plan of self, but someone of such unique character that she submits her own will to aid her man in achieving God’s Righteous objectives and Plan, fully understanding this the only path to the ultimate desire a healthy marriage.

Both fully comprehending and submitting to God’s identity for their role in marriage, the man and woman take it upon themselves to walk with God in an educated manner conducive to greatest productivity of Godly definition. They do not resent each other, they do not contend with each other, they do not willfully seek frustration as a unit because their identities and roles are clearly observed and appreciated. They both concur that submitting to God’s Will is not only the chosen path but the best path to be chosen.

Nations outside of this balanced role understanding continue to create conflicts vying for the powers or position of a person that should be the perfect match to their mate. Divorce rates sky rocket as people observing this “winner takes all” mentality with the now non biblical relationship of man to woman. Men are bitter, complaining or silent and reluctant to provide the characteristic unconditional love associated with relationship and service to God. Women seek expression or receipt of love through other means finding that their man has failed their definition of the love they are to provided by entitlement or self requirement.

No one owes anyone anything, except mankind to God. Therefore, unless a clear surrendered relationship exists between: man or woman with their maker there exists no predetermined identity of Love or Reverence to be expected of either party to marriage. Women disassociated to or not surrendered to God, recognizing His authority to define their identity a woman will be reluctant at best and absolutely defiant of offering her man the reverence associated with his image in God. A man will always look to the woman as a reflection of his fulfilled bag of wants and bitter with her when they are not fulfilled in time or depth.

When one of these two parties are out of alignment with God’s will and heaven forbid both then there is little hope of a Godly function to the marriage a vow made unto God. To observe the Biblical definition of role for man and woman in a Godly marriage demands at outset a surrender to God’s Will over our own. The constant failures of either party associated with the unmet expectations of carnal will in either party is caustic to the peace defined with that Godly formula. We must not be unequally yoked in our marriages. We cannot expect our mates to align or mirror Godly image definitions without the primary surrender to God’s Will that brings those identities into alignment.

Simple would be my preference. Seldom great change comes in complexity of thought, memory and unresolved conflict. Born of times when reason was challenged and experience yet honed.

Saying things in kindness without doubt or hats exchanged to be the person capable of saying them. In timing and gentle hope may they find rest on parchment or ears intended. Bespoken

The Veils and misery broken, by revelation of things lacking buttons, knobs or levers for my access and control. Salve. Dreaming nectar of sweet gentle sleep, finding the oxygen we’d begged.

Perhaps a snappish response is appropriate in argument or battle. These days require spice and sensible hand across the wrist of resistance. Lay me paths that lead to peaceful misgivings.

Life goes into the well of history and reckoning. Making sense of the sublime or sweet that scribes may teach those after. A’s and E’s in syllables counted on my fingers. In silence I await.

There is no fierce recourse that will win the day. For this is love not battle. This is family not fiend. This is hope that lights to halls of those who would walk sans regret into the presence of God.

Oh, forgiveness today you ought be needed. For doing it right, clipping the bite in my tongue these teeth shall not seek dominion. What pride is there in showing Mother a gift carefully chosen?