Pinnacle reached, letting my eyes collect the wilted slope of boulders and trees above the fray. Bluebells and goldenrod reaching for the last few licks of sunlight. What gasp brings fear as night approaches, one where the work is finished. What mourn or tears are found in waking without cross to bare or road to march?

To eyes of fire I kneel in wait. Clarity, purpose now. The holy right of dream and dance to lift up hearts to heaven. Perfunctory pleasures given ripe to sow the seeds of fruits beyond description. Into days without counting our thoughts are conformed to motivators yet whispered. A day without a consuming night.

No urgency, no quizzical wrinkles on forehead breached. Bathed in light. Brought up on the gold of ages old, foretold by children admonished for their foolish tales of heroes and bygone worlds. This is not dream, but the concrete of mind melded in the purposes and powers of laws beyond my own reckoning.

We flourish in the falling sands of time. Turning heads meet the day that rose to save all from the shadows of a slanderous mouth and cankered heart. Scooping handfuls of the stars to carry close to breast knowing fully the cards are played. Winning what? A thought, a vision captured in the imagination of dreaming child?

This is not strategic grip upon the chaotic gravel underfoot. Oh waves of intention and mastery be forgotten by the simple drip of water upon the bricks of converging idea. What governs the quest to be found verdant even when their is no air, light or hope of rising from ashes or sealed beneath the streets of man?

Names, written to be read in smile at days to come. Tears rendered into the precipice of no return dried before they find ground. What glory comes from bad decisions pondered or righteous deed left a thought? What ground planted, war won or duty pleasured? We who will see the stars fall, awaiting Judgement.

Romans and the fallen are legion. Is this a hint or are we to exclude anything that narrative dictates we must ignore anything synonymous? What day do we esteem above another?

Is hope the product of a doom centered psychology? Those who pursue apocalypse share no hope in the return of Christ the King. They instead pray for mercy in the coming Wrath against all wickedness.

This is not a time where Hate becomes the most popular option for Christians. Such a time as this means that each of us determines to walk forward in the creation, gifts and purposes of God to see His Will completed?

That is instructed by the first premise, LOVE. Love does not mean that a prophet, priest or elder is found weak in misunderstood meakness. Don’t go into the desert looking for reeds that bend and weep on command.

However, the beginning of wisdom begins with fear of the Lord God. The victory begins when we realize that Christ won on Calvary’s Cross and nothing the enemies of God will do shall prosper.

That also means we cannot win a war that has already been won by God Himself. As well, we never should enter into a heavenly battle with arch angels using carnal intention or weaponry. That is not what God directs and definitely outside the treasure of discernment.

I am in this to shout, promote and show faith in the Promises of God’s Gospel Truth, the only truth that men so ignobly repeat with gusto, “Sets you free”, is the singularity of Christ Jesus being Lord, the only way to the Father and to a redemption in salvation.

My patience is wearing thin even while residing in the Holy Spirit. I cannot imagine that God is going to withhold HIS patience much longer as even I, this simple servant am totally disgusted at the tolerance, rituals and acceptable actions of man.

However, my place is not in the back of the line but standing out front sounding the trumpet that the enemy is visible approaching from yonder horizon. Now is the time to make ready, now is the time to recognize the call to “such a time as this”, now is the time for testing your lamp’s light.

I seek to be here at the end of the time, times and half a time, behind Christ as He pleads for His People Israel. I mourn for humanity that they will collectively come to Jehoshaphat Valley to do battle with the King.

My tears are for those who know and yet will not acknowledge Him as God. What a gift, greater than any imagination but His. To squander this moment or that opportunity are both regrets that will linger until He either wipes them clean or eternity arrives.

Let us pray to be on this side of Heaven and not the other. In Jesus’ name.

Do you have Divinely inspired wisdom and direction for everyone around you? Are you the center of all reason, keeping tabs as minder for the masses that they are within parameters? Did you absolve yourself of all sin, mistake and propensity to wrong thinking, distancing yourself from those who refuse or are incapable of putting together a sentence to your liking?

Be whatever God is making you to become. If it is not to my liking then I will either remain silent as I pray for the appropriate encouragement or criticize showing my own penchant for foolishness. This is no reward, trudging through my own weakness and propensity to learn slowly. I would love to accommodate your need for growth but as commanded I am working out my own.

The world is in the midst of a keel haul. Those who seek normalcy feel that they are being dragged precipitously close to the jagged bottom, struggling to keep their masks on tightly grasping for each opportunity to breathe. What torrents does the Lord know we may withstand? How difficult will this trip down the broad boulevard become before we obey good council?

I neither aspire to be something that I am not nor do I quest to see your arrival at my carefully laid plan for your existence. That is your ordeal. Yes, there is a narrow pathway where we as family counsel and remain together working cooperatively to achieve objectives while watching out for each other, but that is all within the confines of bringing His name Glory and Honor.

What then is the fevered pitch to make sure everyone else is deemed incorrect while I am elevated to most favored Human Status? What do I care if anyone may surpass me in; talent, treasure, teaching, nobility or character? This is not a competition among men, especially those reborn, as God has the same love for each of us, none were worthy, remember that phrase?

I am not troubled by the enemy’s constant proclamation that we cannot win, we are doomed or somehow do not possess the intellect to even join the contest. This is the victory we were shown and promised before its arrival. Why? Why give us that glimpse, for this is true championship, knowing promised victory in faith and hope before it eclipses the horizon of tomorrow’s projected dawn.

Skeptics and Bareans are similar but not the same. Although they share a willingness to disbelieve until proven they pursue different means and alternate ends to arrive at the removal of discomfort. Show me state is not the same as Show Me Holy Spirit though this world will demand you treat them as such. You see a skeptic or evidence demanding person will never come to the knowledge of the truth even when shown what they originally stated appropriate evidence. While Bareans will search God’s Word until finding the healing scripture or use it in prayer to arrive at God’s objective understanding.

The man who demands evidence is saying I am limited in my ability to achieve belief in miracles, dimensions or anything beyond my own definition of the Universe. I am saddened for them as this commits them to war with God as He demands they acknowledge Him having been given Divine Evidence in Creation.

Often skeptics are troubled in their lives, work and relationships because they are waiting until and undefined date to determine if the people in their lives are in fact: loyal, loving or appropriately mated. Bareans are determined to find the answer and know that although they are doubtful of uncertified hypothesis or new information they will in fact receive confirmation relevance at some Godly moment.

An Atheist told me he would not accept the Gospel in faith without appropriate evidence, yet when I asked him if anything short of God standing in front of him would fit the bill, he said that he wasn’t sure that would be sufficient. I thanked him for his skepticism and showed him compassion for the obvious pain and let down that this life or the church had caused that left him in this predicament. He accepted that as truth.

I then told him if I were in his position I too would want the rock hard evidence if I were to believe something as important as belief in God, hope or eternal promises. However, I asked, if you are defining the necessary evidence for God’s existence, isn’t that the same thing as saying, You pay me first then I will do the work? I said let us look at the Biblical evidence that scientists and historians already acknowledge.

Then as quickly but clearly as I could I went through known history, dates, people, documentation and how it matched with occurrences, lands, kingdoms, kings and circumstance. With this he could not disagree. Then I went to evolution which most skeptics believe is that impermeable Shield against Faith. And showed him that Darwin said his Hypothesis was all wrong if even part of it were proven wrong, which numerous segments have been proven incorrect.

He then said well he believed because dogs ears and birds beaks changed over time. I asked to humor me for a moment and imagine a one celled creature without an eyeball, suddenly being able to hunt for food with an eyeball of sense of smell or touch. How is evolution possible at that point? He did not feel comfortable. So I proceeded.

I went back to NOAH, laying out the picture of Creation in the Teen’s of Genesis, having first defined for him the battle started by God in 3:15. I told him about Seth and this blew his mind not being a Barean no one had explained Adam and Eve’s third Son. This startled him and as I described the Giants and connected him with Text and experts on this period he turned to extra biblical texts that immediately change the subject.

His position made sense when you consider the powers of deception, misdirection and bad education offered by God’s enemies. At this moment he surprised me and conceded without provocation that God is the Creator and that we needed to work from that point forward. Astonished I am glad the Holy Spirit told me where to go next because it would have been a perfect point to stumble.

I thanked him for his honesty and left it alone at this point. For a man on a extreme diet of skepticism will never accept the Holy Spirit’s Sight necessary to see heavenly things clearly. I knew that the Holy Spirit needed me to leave him alone with his, pestering, unsolvable, perpetual thoughts and arguments. I am assured that the next conversation he will have done his homework. The Victory is assured not in my eloquence, debate or historicity, but because God loves this man so much that He will change his heart at the exact and necessary moment. I just did my funny little victory dance. In Jesus’ Name.

Show us the hidden manna. Give me a new name that no one knows. Find in me those things beyond my own discovery. Let no one approve that which is anathema to wisdom untouched by the ages. It is no longer light, but there is no forgetting its brightness.

Days without end let me rest in mind and heart as I run at pace of understanding. What urgent moments provoke give these lungs an output to reach stars at the edge of forever. Take me to the annals of defeated legends found wanting before the forgotten humility.

What stage is set for players unprepared? What horizons filled with the colors of everlasting hope? What dawn the hope of night that outgrew its indifference? What plates set for family that neither prayed for blessings nor stood in good courage at the edge of the battles?

Let us live as if we are living the last ounce of your intervention in a world that so desperately craves redemption yet remains ignorant of salvation. Let us become men of classic character who lifted titan burden not by sheer strength but by faithful love and trust.

These are the days beyond our own scripting. Let those moments written by sovereign hand reveal those aspects we could never hope to muster. We are the seed of something greater. Let the green so verdant and the golds mesmerizing blind the lusts of those yet altered.

Oh, sweet sorrow of loves lost transform our hearts to something stronger than mere romance. A Place prepared for those who don’t fail for reason or shortage but declare the glory of God before approaching weakness. Into the light we fall for this is our certainty.

When God gives you a dream do you stop and consider who needs to hear? Does reluctance temper that thinking imagining the awkward looks measuring our own sanity? Am I forever to be product of an image or free to reveal, awkward or not the miracles and insights you provide in those quiet moments spent before Your Throne?

You speak to me in the diverse languages of men. Do I view this through lens of oddity or embrace the gift you are giving me in viewing through the lens of others with whom otherwise I may not share understanding? How much of reality and faith is perspective as we seek a comfortable, palatable perspective that leaves our guts in peace?

May I be at peace with these visions You show me, fully accepting that the mysteries of this life are answered in those consequential moments spent absorbing those thoughts that follow. May I take action to investigate their leading, knowing that that pursuit which may not necessarily be comfortable will lead to the places that You have prepared for my arrival.

Father show me these places of the vision. Show me the men who are so in tune to Your reflection that they sit and offer only opinions consistent with revealing the miracles within. Lord, I seek a country that is not yet visible in the world of men. Yet, the citizens of that Family are already here or have been for their brief venture through the temporary.

As arguments become less important nearing the eventualities of time completed, give me the precise hearing and articulation to provide pieces of the mosaic given by Your Hand. Your Word indicates a balance between thought and subsequent action consistent with those meditations. Lord let me walk in this coordination necessary to integration and convergence. In Jesus’ Holy Name.

I rejoice in you for you are treasure to the Lord our God. Made perfect for the purpose set before you. Delight in His knowledge of you, that you are related to the King. What miracles and mercies will tend you in the coming days? A child of God’s Own Creation.

Born again of what? Planted Seed, magic wand, polite rhetoric and science? No the Spirit’s baptism, reborn to heavenly position and promise. All rectified and complete, only the lessons of pragmatism and correction to follow as the Earth continues its rotation.

What do I know that is born of the man I once became? Seldom remember the pains of my tragic sins and pathway through a life that seemed with either filled with sensory fulfillment or deprivation and loneliness. All I know is that it had to happen or I would surely die.

How great are the aspects of your formation? What power flows through your heart, mind, soul and strength that was present at the world’s making? What words echo through your memory in Christ that remind you that you too were on His mind in the days of beginning?

How pleasant the plans of the King for all who have been born of His redemption. That man was forgiven just through the offering of a perfect life to pay the debt that we could not remit. Plunged into spaces between mass, time and gravity to find the binding and foundation of all.

Thankful for the gift that reminds me each day that He loved me so much He gave me His splintered image in each of you to show me His face throughout the week. What a blessing that one man may receive such love and constant reflection that I may never forget.

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.