To heart, my mind compelled. To the breach of lost love, the horrible fire of ignitable wound. Found in flight from a career of anticipatory egress. What worth in random footfall, contained by friction in the glue found upon boot bottom. Infrequent measure of categorical hurt, suffering from nothing but as broken reality of unrealized expectation or dream. Resolved, transfixed in consultation with time’s imaginary replay. Hoping, no pleading with the offset version to recount a different end. To locate absent mercy.

These are not the bricks of proper passage, but the wobbling truncheons of ill fed objectives. Infrequent yet plausible calls and cries for freedom. Emancipation from the unwanted awakening associated with finding that which you hoped pleasantly to avoid. How aware the fellow walking in trance of his own healing. Imaginary security reflected in flesh and bone bruised as the echo of a heart forgotten or ashamed. What loft shall tall wind give? What reason shall present as laudable example to feed the fires of future restoration? How comic our resolve.

No dance to partner promised. No home to haunting. No daylight to garden given. Lost depth in recorded pleasure, no feast of holiday welcome. Left alone ringing bells and knocking only to find the ignorance in being ignored. Scoundrels’ folly of dreams not so often surveyed. No analysis in irony resplendent. This the shame of candid song, found in wishes or luck neglecting the honesty of the divine. What day shall man make whole himself? What night shall mirth once again be given resting? No connection in reflection.

The currents flowing round the rolling streets of dread and doom. As gloom threatens the wellsprings of life. Forgotten the curled smiles and cheer found in the power of joy’s recovery. We are not lost but found by the amazing grace of remembered wisdom. To taunt or fret whispered angers or passions yet visited. These are days of longer nights. The future coaxed from corners encircled. This is the pleasure of even vile existence that it is ventured to a place unknown. Some fear, some rejoice, some walk quizzically in haphazard wander, but few will ever give up the chance to feel. Whether pleasure or pain the dance, romance or war are the reason breath be given all.

In Pain for this nation I’ve loved so long. Not the self promotion or longing for something that has gone missing, but the grievous acceptance of a decision to depart. Leaving all that is safe, logical and historically sound for less empirically travelled theories and philosophies of those who chase gambit by laying in wait. Leading the few the solemn the hopeful into the quagmire and fast waters of possibility, when their destination assured. Gone nor to fill my pining upon return but the hard pressed, reason lacking arguments of children. Maturity absent and leaders in short supply, especially them who preach justice we followed in disregard of warning, knowledge and humility.

These things so mysteriously gone but in remorse absent penitence we refuse to admit nor accept the answer to our own self created nightmare. We’ve known that this was coming, yet worse we knew or used to know the method of retrieval. having forgotten the price of dancing, humility and courage in admission we are left bereft of freedom and forgetfulness and pride resistant to its commandeering. We are not the product of good genes and prosperous planning but the gambling of less accurate understanding. Men who through largesse would be made markers in historical annal. What does that make men who choose their own plunder, who give up all that is righteous, true and forgiving to make their own stain upon humanity’s driftwood of time?

Unwilling in acceptance of our own constructed fate, we stand unimpressed by the whispers and offers of stability. Instead we moor our vessels to chaos as the waters of time lead headlong to the edge of reality. Precipitous, the leap from plateaus not meant for wishing. Our story one of foolishness shall be told to remind youth of the roads unsubstantiated by evidence and reward. We have eschewed our great wealth, having forgotten the priceless pearl of wisdom buried in the back forty. Pawned our treasures for the smell of leather and candy mixed with blood. Ours are not the wise musings of men and women destined for greatness, but the less than mindful pursuits of those who hold sin in promise and loam as good ground. We shall dispense with pleasantries as they appear full of sand and grit as they are stirred around by our wicked tongues.

What is holy and pure? What memories of finer things draw fresh within our lobes or recall fondly against our softened hearts? There is no glory such as these. There are no reminders of innocence to pleasure our dilemma. We are hard as packed soil, forgotten the plow, nary aware of seed and water, absent the fertilizing health of vitamins, song and weather. We are the twice dead, plucked up, having no moisture at dawn facing the rising and merciless Sun. We may mount no effort of edification and prefer to slur, slander and criticize. For we have forgotten what we knew of love. We have dismissed the possibility of summer rain and committed ourselves to the savage hunt of the few last gasps of self effacing pleasure. We are best forgotten, for we have done the same to all that is good or worthy of recovery.

Why walk away in fear. When price is paid, safety found to build upon a universe in hope. Unashamed of my loss and fame, futures transformed by wisdom intrinsic to a perspective beyond definition. Impractical understanding set free from primary engines and diplomacy. Escape no longer necessary as the exit signs dismissed. No longer along for the ride but life found in the center of commitment to embracing change. Gone the quest to remain behind cardboard shroud maintenance.

I am no safe harbor for those seeking absence of law and will. No lonely island providing fruits and sustenance for them who believe separation somehow refreshing. Inclusion preferred not symbiosis but cooperative adherence to principle beyond the simple pursuits of lusts incumbent men. The fiery flames of eternity lighting the way through bent space and tunnels in time. How thoughtful the maker giving space to allegiance in choosing.

We are not the leaders and holders of preference but observant participants in the fabric of law and life. What dreams portray, what hope embodies, what joy transform from reticence to probability we find as umbered hearts. Infrequent the chance meeting rather having been scheduled upon the massive slate of sovereign scribbling. Found treasures of measure beyond filament, casting no shadow blended into real. We scramble for entry having left behind reason, emotion and cause for desirous departure.

Walking hand in hand together witnessing all purpose, reason and atomic decision. Bounded by the borders of banded universe where time stands observer. What is death but carbon storage or refuse of chemistry and calculus. Forgotten analysis and analytic no longer longing unholy measure of capacity, performance and legacy. Songs beyond the power of dance and sway but made to kindle or spark the brilliant mosaic of being. In his pious interrogatory of existence, we see the simplicity of spectrum’s pause. Reflecting the loss of ambiguity in the gravity surrounding events and horizons. All things are apparent in the glue of everlasting relation.

Remember the days when worry was your last concern? What is peace but that framework that sustains one’s mind in the moments of chaos or embraces the lack of same? To where do we proceed into an unhopeful future attained by ideals, philosophies and wishes of incumbent morality and the history of mankind? What have we produced as men that is so objectively rewarding? To what manner of elevated performance have we manifested those good things of man? What is the status of Peaceful mankind? As travesty walks, we applaud him in his orange apparel proclaiming him pedestal man, hero of a twisted nation?

Whose counsel have we accepted and inured? Our children have split, fractured or warped perspective born of sciences who know not yet how to bend space and time, yet are thoroughly ministered in defense of destroyed innocence. When have we proclaimed ourselves beyond introspection, criticism and truthful comparison to the things of this dimension? When do the laws of physics fail in application to the geography and gravity of this worlds’ subject? To what have we esteemed? To what objective do we attend? To what fanciful reason do we apply our thinking if it fails to match the wisdom in God’s Word, history and empirical truth?

I hold in mind the giggles of children unrestrained and unmolested by the brutalities of men’s mind. What is their purpose in this world and do they serve the Creator’s Glory or the machinations of bullies in subjection to cruelty? What is the reason for our birth? Is it to serve as progeny to parent or as link through a history intent on elevation of thought and action? What have we demonstrated in our applied theory of man’s greater gifting? I see no regard to self reflection. No attendance or precise measuring of efficacy versus idea. No accountability for submitted theory that should never have been considered for the probability or possibility of law. We have failed miserably at holding ourselves up to the light by which all should be defined. Who are we if not considered in our production versus our design? A watch that imperfect records time is of spurious worth at best.

We shall not be accounted in history by our failure to feed men’s lusting. Au contraire that inability to please men in their wickedness, shall in fact be our regard. How pleasing are my pursuits to God? How rewarding my actions to the protection of those things righteous and favorable to furtherance of man’s health, purity and growth? We have long pursued and arguably achieved the skewed intentions of mankind having found sinful wounding in our short lived existence. Our response when given freedom has always been to consume that which is lovely, merciful and by real measure, perfect. When to this reason and reality will we pay homage due? and time worthy of the living?

Precious Lord may your name be praised in all that I think, say and do. I am grateful for this inevitable conflict helping all determine the true nature of their occupation in this created world. May each of us make a clear decision between the light and dark in allotted time so that our power, privilege and gift is not rejected by non-compliance in misunderstanding and failed reason. May the innocent be protected and preserved under your Divine intervention. May I be steeped in experience of using the power given unto me to represent your Glorious Will as we wait for your return. Lord, it is clear to me that you love all so much that you want none be left behind. My heart goes out to you in prayer that they receive the adequate and sufficient prompting to awaken to the invitation you’ve given each of us.

It is not logical nor effective in any manner to look away from my own recuperative transition via your hand of sanctification. To exclude myself from working out my salvation with the focus and clarity of self-reflection and supplication your word demands is prideful at best. There would be no love in a man who believes himself beyond reproach, having determined himself someone completed against the evidence of remaining in this dimension. When God is done with each of us we will go to be with Him, not before or after but precisely at His perfect timing. That gives us rest as well as clarity in focus of humility before God’s changing hand. For we know equally that we shall not be removed until it is His Timing which gives us courage in the knowledge of our unresolved position in the dangers of humanity and chaos.

This is the stage, the mudpit, the valley of my work for you. Thank you for allowing me to step away from the capture of my own will and begin, remain in those works for which I was designed to prepare the fields and byways of this life for your return. There is no completion in self focused effort but only validation and the mark of temporary existence. I crave the eternal, those things that allow me to do lasting and vital works for your Kingdom, not my own. I am so sorry that I have learned slowly and adapted poorly to the level to which I am meant. Clearly the objective is to be transformed to someone who is clearly your Kin and in that effort I know it impossible to my own talents or abilities. Again, this joy to know that it is not dependent upon my own effort but in trust and patience waiting upon your molding of my new nature. Just as the seed is the house into which is programmed the coming flower or plant, I know this mortal man to be home of the same internal programming. Lord let me be completely at rest and content in being the home of your Holy Spirit as you live your life through my existence in this plane. For that is the only way I will achieve or embrace the impossible that only you alone may do.

All that I do matters but not as achievement or works to earn my entry to everlasting for that has already been achieved by you upon that Cross as I believed. No this life is so much more important than just working to be good enough or make a mark, this life is now about representation of the Great King of All and His plan for humanity. With this new life I focus upon the people not the things, the titles or the personal victories but upon the treasures of humanity I meet each day and offer the Love you gave me. This is the purpose of my making to meet, greet, share, love and edify each of those you love until they too find that moment of their decision and road forward. I pray to be that positive influence upon all that I meet. I ask forgiveness for the mistakes I continue and invariably shall make along the path you lead. And I beg you to fill me to exactly the level necessary to achieve your objectives for this life. Keep me close Father for when I venture wrong thinking and works ensue. My mistakes are regretted on for missed opportunities for your outcomes. Please let me get it right this time. In Jesus name, this is the hour of my intention

When time efficiently displays the presence of perfect opportunity, we have been blessed with the pregnant moment to make our own history. In my illusion I walk through life oblivious of my intentions, arguments, planning or preparation, thoroughly expecting to have brilliance and plenty drop from the sky before me, with a personal note to me attached. How frail is my constitution that I scrape barrel’s bottom seeking character to take some measure of commitment to God, Family and Country or Globe, yet will spend nearly 24 hours per day seeking the objects of my desire. What then is the label appropriate for my generation? Certainly not selfless, volunteer, careful about nothing in effort to protect and feed the innocent and vulnerable. It is clear Jesus was speaking of me when he said wicked.

All those falsely representing God have no love for those they deem unworthy. I must repeatedly hold back the bile in my throat when hearing how they view the people yet to find or make a decision for or against Christ. How may any disciple reach those of the children of disobedience without the Spirit sponsoring their own transformation from the hateful, judgmental human they claim has expired with Christ Jesus. I do not know who is saved. Surely, I look for the fruits of the Spirit, or Clouds without rain, but a clear indication of something askew is the absence of love. For Love is the first Premise of salvation. God’s Love for the World and our extension of the unconditional love for those yet to become part of His Adopted Family. To be in this time is to accept the need for extraordinary understanding, patience, long-suffering and gentility. Unfortunately, those things that we as humans are in scant supply. That is the demand for the Holy Spirit to accomplish these impossible tasks.

Everyone thinks they are the Church of Philadelphia, pious, on fire and true to God’s design for their lives, obedient to a fault. But that doesn’t mesh with the real human I know myself to be, reluctant, afraid, guaranteed selfish with God’s direction, chastisement and transforming sanctification. You mean to tell me that everyone who does a couple hours a week of focus upon God is On Fire for Christ. We must all either be totally self-deceiving, or we have such a limited scope of what it means to align ourselves in tandem with God’s Holy Spirit. Most I know barely hear God, barely study God’s Word and if I am any example, I know that I never pray enough, study enough, disciple enough and I certainly never give God either Worship He deserves or ALL OF ME. Taking this into account and performing that reckoning with God’s view versus my own, I am forced to recognize I am surely of that Wicked Generation.

What then is the Sign given to Jonas in Matthew 16:4 and since I am the one looking for signs and that is all I will be given shouldn’t I clearly know and understand that implication? I will arrive when my plans are consistently developed after focus upon God’s Plan, His Word, His Spirit, sprinkled with a bit of my own discernment using His Tools of that Holy Spirit. I couldn’t save myself, forgive myself, know God, Love Him, be cleansed, be righteous or be everlasting of my own accord. What oddity of transformation makes Chistian’s somehow become self-righteous in their own lack of piety following an induction in the Christian Hall of Fame? I don’t know how many people will be saved, I simply assume that God’s loves everyone so much He wants me to love them all. I know my own mind. I don’t know God’s, but I know that I can trust His and if left to lean on my own understanding that I will find fault with everyone else and reward myself with perfection. Thank goodness I am not in charge, I can barely convince myself of my own wickedness. Thank God He laid it our clearly before me or I would have never cried out for salvation. Going into Christianity forgetting how bad I was is a recipe for failure at Christianity.

Is it love to be filled up by my yearning your missing piece in my design? Or is love a gift received in kind to be offered back the same to one who loves me? I am complete having been given love when I least deserved it and better yet the forgiveness for that moment I occupied. I do not receive love out of a demand or yearning but as answer for the natural hope of all men to be with and adore humans. I cannot love you the same as I love my God for He is the one who made each of us. There is no greater love and no way to demonstrate such love without obedience and faith.

Perhaps the greatest gift of obedience is the denial of the love of those with whom I would find comfort and rescue from the sacrifice of Kingdom Work. Yet, that makes no sense as God does not want sacrifice but obedience so love should not be forsaken when found. It is in the yearning and drive to fulfill my own will which acts as obstacle to God’s Holy Work. When Love is right it is with someone equally in love with God and determined to join with another to serve Him perfectly.

Giving of self and unconditional love to those God loves is the greatest gift I may offer the Lord in obedience. Overlooking their circumstance, growth level or piety when offering love is how He views each of us. This may never be translated to mean that He is then condoning the wicked thinking and behavior at the time of offering. No, on the contrary, men of power in the Church Administration will seek to build these false gospel loop holes that they may manipulate these false plateaus or rules to their own aggrandizement.

For example, The Ecumenical Counsel of Churches was present at the Council of Nicea in 324AD when the Catholic Church became a merger of; The Pontifex Maximus (Constantine’s Title) Pagan faithful, the Christians having been invited to eat at the King’s Table and the Askenazi Jews formed in 321AD. Why was there a council of churches making decisions for the Church when Christ alone is head? Why was this same counsel present at the 1893 World Exposition of Columbia in Chicago discussing the formation of a one world church, then again instrumental in completing the formation in 1993, one hundred years later?

We must be careful that those elements of this world will always seek to insert themselves between the People and God, even knowing that the veil was torn forever when Jesus died on the Cross. We must be sober in love to offer it that none many interfere in this perfect expression of our likeness to God. Love is indefensible, a most powerful weapon as with faith is hated by all God’s Enemies seeking foothold to intervene. We therefore must offer love in purity and communion with God’s Holy Spirit, not born of emotional compelling or lust as these catalysts are trojan horse for worldliness and separation.

I do not yearn for this world but for God. I do not yearn to be with my Brethren but am joint heirs of the power God has given that we may be ambassadors of Christ. My Love for them is a kinship born of our desire to be with and like God. We are unified in His Glory and Love a gift that transcends the offerings of this world. Yes, I dream of love and adoration as the imaginations of my heart, but the heart is desperately wicked and God says that He alone knows it. I offer the Love of God to all, those who accept find Him and then may choose to return the gift He allowed me in offering. But free will bids that it is always choice as nothing happens without first being decided. That is freedom and accountability in one. For none may claim excuse having made themselves a recipient of God’s Love and a regifter of the same.

Are my deliverables consistent with my intention, my review of the outcomes and above all achieving what God wants through my gifting, efforts and time? Do people see the Spiritual Objectives in God’s read or studied Word? Is what I am doing consistent with what God commands me to produce or am I viewing it through a lens of my own projection? Are people ready for God’s timing, steady in their identity and prepared to take action when God’s timing is indicated? Do they all understand the Lamp Filling of the Oil of the Holy Spirit and are they mindful/urgent in watching for God’s arrival? Should I care if people do not view me in powerful light when all God’s objectives are being fulfilled?

What have I left behind, what have I undertaken, who is critical of my best efforts especially when they have an alternative or differing view of intentions and outcomes when polled? What has God told me to do and are the concerns of those in the Body overriding what God’s has commanded as they are emotionally cautious of the dangers to my person or my comfort? Do I owe a duty to those of Christ’s Body to appear blessed and fully cared for when the commands God has given lead me into battle scenarios where comfort is unexpected at best? Can I be true to the will of my family/friends when it is incongruent, inconsistent or in direct contention with God’s Direction?

Am I worried that people will not achieve God’s objectives knowing fully that all will be provided for, taught and guided by His Perfect Spirit? If so, what is the origin of the doubt in God’s promise? Is this unbelief or simply not knowing or respecting God’s Fully? Am I working my own salvation in fear and trembling as God directs or am I more concerned about how other people view that salvation in strength to sponsor their growth? Who am I dependent on Self or Spirit? How am I denying, Quenching or inhibiting/promoting the Holy Spirit’s power in my walk?

Have I become what God intended me to be? Is the Spirit’s transformation evident and are the changes that have been made consistent with evidence of the Holy Spirit’s Fruit in every undertaking? Are people investing in the ministry out of free will, a sense of belonging or a joy of giving to what God is doing through each of them? Do the men lead as God commanded and designed them? Are the women encouragers, confident and consistent in their relationships with God, their Families and the Body? Are body members employing all their heart mind soul and strength in love for God to see His objectives fulfilled through them and all around them? Are the body members confident disciples for Christ who accept and believe upon the Power of Spirit to do the impossible through them? Are the ministry objectives the Holy Spirit’s objectives or are they human contrived and powered efforts to do what they think they should be doing? Are changes made when the Holy Spirit directs or ignored to quench him back into silence?

What is the world doing in this body? Are they joining or keeping distance, knowing fully that infiltration would be extremely difficult without maturity, relationship and authentic Grace? Are those who have yet to decide seeking out members of this body or vise versa? What ministry efforts are being undertaken and are they sponsored by voluntary desire to please and not displease the Father? How are the marriages in the body? Do they reflect a mature agreement to live by the Word of God? Are people seeking trials in joy or are they musing about the circumstances, pitfalls and dangers of the life they are leading in the world? Do they feel grateful to be challenged or do they feel victim? Is evidence of their salvation clear as well as the joyful desire to seek the next thing God has in store for them? Are they tired or filled with joy and excitement for the Glorious Appearing? Are they looking forward and readying themselves and their family for Christ’s return?

Is the faithful gathering of all that is in Christ Jesus the main focus of every willing heart? Are we believing especially when it is nearly impossible to see the path forward through the chaos and maelstrom of this world? Are we believing in, seeking and achieving the impossible through the Spirit’s use of each of us and the body as Ambassador’s? What is changing around us especially when we are out of energy, talent and treasure? Is God using us to do the impossible things because we believe that He will? Is my Family and the world gravitating even in a concealed fashion to what is being said in this body, seeing something truly peculiar and attractive? Are they turned off by what is going on? If Christ told us we had six months’ time left, would we use every moment for His Kingdom or make excuses to Him at our meeting? How many of this body will be glad to stand in front of Jesus giving account and how many will dread it? How many look forward to being humble with Jesus and how many want to extend their worldly existence?

Discounting the elements of change that I have to offer this transformative world. This is not my show, however I as everyone else am a contributing member of this creation God has given. Do not be fooled by those who would have us silent. Hearing each opinion, each of us grappling with the wrestling match of the world’s shaping, is frankly the purpose of those who would share love. Each heart, every mind, even those we find repugnant matter to the Maker. Therefore, to love as He has loved us requires, demands the capacity to subjugate our own bias/prejudice in order to offer love and grace to all.

Most would have me war against those I find distasteful, pronouncing them beyond God’s offering of Hope and rebirth. That however denies the Promises of a God and His Word which state that He is no respecter of persons, finding all the same in the Love of a Fair, forgiving Father. Denying myself forces me to let go of my own muses, misgivings, grudges and color commentary on people groups to see all through the same eyes of God’s Will for Humanity. This is freedom through service to a God and His commandments, direction and imagination which is forever greater than my own.

This realization and the incumbent influences upon my heart demand that I also maintain and improve my capacity to see that each has perspective. That individual framing and parameters of “Reality” mold, guide and unfortunately limit the liberty to see things in a new or different focus. Often searching hearts, listening to testimony offers the only avenue to understanding a particular focus so that it may deliver insight and subsequent opportunity for counsel or assistance. I cannot go into a conversation with predetermined actions or expectations for in so doing I am limiting my own capacity to see each unique situation and hear from God the answers to those often rare, unexpected influences.

This is the Power of God in the Body of Christ; That we are made safe in His imputed Righteous, Hope, Peace, salvation, Truth and Word. Being courageous often depends fully upon the ability or perceived capacity to weather the storm or stand the onslaught of enemy artillery. In Christ we find more than this. We not only may stand in Good Courage, knowing ourselves impervious to enemy approach, we find within us His Holy Spirit that Created all things, knows all things and controls/has defeated any of the enemies against whom we are expected or volunteer to stand. There is NOTHING outside of God’s Scope of understanding, authority, precognition and Dominion. Mankind losing the imputed authority given to Adam and lost by him and Eve, was not a disaster for God but the exact opportunity through which to inject His Son for our salvation.

Without Friction there is no polished result. Without calamity there is no cry to God for assistance, deliverance and salvation. Without Conflict there is no discussion to resolve the internal differences or resolve potential difficulties. Without Hope there is no increase of Faith and without Faith there is no Trust or Love for God. Without Death there can be no reward of Eternal Life. Having had its power removed governing the lives of men who accept Grace, we find its overcoming. It is natural in these understandings to rest upon the differences of perspective as the progenitors or influences of Choice. Knowing that each person will invariably choose based upon their belief, we must leave space, range and patience of time/reflection for them to embrace upon the consequence of that choice. May God receive all Glory, Honor, Worship and Fealty for each decision made or counsel offered. In Jesus Name, the basis of My Hope.

Hurling across the universe at a parsec beyond light. Always thought I’d win the war but never had to fight. Sped headlong toward eternity, facing mercy armed with grace. The joy of daily troubles forgotten in this endless space.

The pious and the chastened are stretched beyond retort. The enemies poke fun at me as if only meant in sport. Wiggling room and cleverness, forgotten with the shame. Often well convicted riven by the endless shame.

Fear a non-contender having been left upon the pier. The whisper once forgotten got a grip of my inner ear. The atrocious and the savory envisaged in one mind. Never failed to come upon the things I was meant to find.

Lost in my surrender, left behind with me. From prison and poor thinking, invariably set free. Contained in understanding, remiss in mischief’s plight. A pinhole of bright wonder sliced through embrace of silken night.

Leave me to judicious rhymes and rhetoric of hope. The artist and the barrister argue legality and scope. If you would be where we were meant to be supposedly in fate. Just in time for love opined to be fueled beyond the hate.

Sacrifice superficial and obedience forgot. We had to dust up principles and offer the whole lot. Seldom experimental and challenged by ideas. To traipse across the vacuum propelled and fostered by fair seas.