Waiting is not believing. Certainly Jesus’ Return is worth the wait, but that is inconsistent with the Will of the Father and the direction we were given regarding preparation and duties agrarian. I could sell or give away everything, go find a nice shady spot and watch the skies as this world spins out of control, but who does that serve. To have faith is to understand that every person matters and God is long suffering against wickedness that we may go locate and educate those who have yet to come to Grace.

This demonstration is the greatest reflection of Love found in the options of man’s accomplishments. Jesus did the highest human achievement as God and laid down His Perfect and Powerful Life for our benefit. There is no greater expression of Love. Perhaps a short second is thanking Jesus for the sacrifice by doing the same for those He loves that they too may find the benefits of redemption we have already received. I don’t care if you believe on Jesus or not for this analysis as there are few who would disagree with His demonstration and sacrifice as the greatest representation of selflessness found in the history of mankind.

I don’t have a say in what you do for God. Certainly I am anointed with the responsibility to shepherd those whom I have been given but the decision even for those in my care is theirs. That being said these are the waning moments in the fourth quarter where our stories will all be written based upon the decisive actions we take in the following days. What is God asking you or directing you to do that you obviously are putting off for the sake of completing some other self oriented goals? Oh, you say that He hasn’t told you of His expectations for you, but I noticed you have conveniently neglected to inquire. Rather the bulk of those who have discussed this know exactly what God expects and have determined to put it off to the last possible moments hoping for another charge.

Now soon, we will have to step as far away from the world as God will allow while remaining in the mix of spreading the Gospel, watching the fortress, armoring up and make intercessory prayer for the World. But as we near Christ’s return our focus will determinatively turn toward the Health of the Body of Christ and Preparation for the Coming Kingdom. Sorry the Millennium is going to be the final day in God’s fulfillment of Mankind’s outcome. The thousand years of peace where we get to follow Christ and survive abundantly as all powers and principalities are placed under His Footstool by God the Father, in preparation for the endless reign to follow White Throne Judgment. This may be the only time any of us may have the choice to conduct sacrificial works for Christ. Since we are going to be ruling and reigning with Christ in the Millennium where are the Treasures we’ve gathered stored for our collection?

There is much to think about and much to do or not do as the decision befits you. My Father said, “No matter how much you talk about doing something only the things you really want to do will ever get done”. To my knowledge my Father never accepted Christ as savior and spent his life serving his own desires for this world, neglecting the next. I will not be caught on that side of the coin flip. For me and my Family we will serve the Lord our God. IN Jesus name, may I serve Him to the Glory of His name with all my heart, soul, mind and strength. ”

What began your Walk with God? What launched you on a quest to understand perhaps even to believe in Him? Was it pain, curiosity or simple doldrums in this life that is supposed to be adventurous and rewarding? Was there something lacking or were you just so full of life that the eventuality of such reward was an eventual pursuit and acceptance of God’s forgiveness and Word as absolute Truth?

Most folks express the pain they were suffering in life that brought them to the cross to meet Christ. It is not that they do not have moments of joy or fulifllment but continually express the lack of Purpose associated with self directed pursuits/goals as somehow less than adequate to reconcile life’s expectations and pain. Many are abused by the people and circumstances or are simply disgusted with and uncapable of escaping their sins/past. Whatever the impetus those who Seek God find Him. Though many will walk away from that meeting having resolved to remain in the world, eschewing the gifts of forgiveness, empowerment, discernment and growth to reside in the relative simplicity of temporary pursuits.

Did the relationship with God provide the insight, forgiveness, empowerment and direction that you expected or have come to reside upon? Whatever the origin of your quest, to where has it led? Are you transformed, having become a new creature according to God’s Promise or have you found it in adequate or incapable of producing those promised outcomes? What has God shown you in this reformed access? Have you gained the spiritual sight and understanding that is promised with discernment in Christ Jesus? Do you find that you have become stronger, less dependent upon self sufficiency’s? Are you the same person simply with more peace and a shot in the arm weekly inoculation of hearing God’s Word or spending time with other People who call themselves Christian’s?

Christianity is about those things we cannot do ourselves. We pursued God because of frustrations or a pursuit of the things which we could not resolve or achieve through self empowerment or actualization. Therefore to simply see mediocre outcomes in life or come to grips with less than miraculous relationship and transformation in Christ Jesus is a huge let down for most believers. Why then would Pastors, teachers or preachers seek to set up this type of lackluster commission with disciples, knowing the likelihood of back sliding by those who had fallen out of love with the mediocrity of Christianity practices in most Churches and Communities. People want authenticity and power. They want transformation and absent that transformation will at best check the boxes of weekly worship, study and prayer.

Why then would any man remain a cork skipping on the waves of the ocean, a surface dweller when the life of the ocean and the depth of Christian faith is most certainly expressed to those who dwell its depths? Can we get close to God and remain shallow ponds of faith? Doubtful, for when one fully meets and coexists with His Holy Spirit, Emmanuel, then we cannot help but be changed, convicted, grown, sanctified and pruned. This time in which we reside is especially prodigious in creating the yearning for more the expectancy of fulfillment of purpose and works in fulfillment and the peace of residing in God’s Holy Will. Is this cause for judgment or condemnation for them who have chosen to reside powerless in their Christian faith? That is a good topic for conversation reflected in God’s Own commentary regarding the feckless church of our age.

But the argument is not my objective, provocation and envy is. How can we expect to be ensample or example for the Jews or fellow Gentiles without any fruit with which to attract or excite them? God is willing to be long suffering with the wicked in order to lure them to faith by their review of the mercy and blessings he conveys upon the Faithful. What then would he say about those of us who continue to have no sweet fruits of blessing to demonstrate for those onlookers? This I know, He is coming soon, whatever your definition of soon entails, the season is clearly upon us. That being said, what fruits are you seeing in your walk? What life transformation is evidence of that born again salvation given by God? What authentic change and growth have you experienced in the pruning and sanctification of indwelling by the Holy Spirit? How close to Love is the relationship with your Brethren? Are you seeing God’s Glory in the Body of Christ?

Blessed by the forgiveness of things so grave and dour. My colleagues convinced of their brilliance they nod and shake in agreement having solved nothing, unaware that they’ve left the cupboard wide open. Tell them the things left for takers. Whisper in weakness of the strength they’ve left unaccepted. Offerings of candid bliss and misgiven appropriation. Scoundrels of sea and host left to scour cabins and window boxes for the bevy they laid broad abandon. But they never expected what we had so patiently expanded. In the leaving of nations we sought the portals of sand to escape the boredom of tomorrow.

Time passing is not the passages of time. Just as airways may not be fed so the leaving of galaxies never cross the Momentary bridge spanning vacuum’s unknowable. What then of days and nights romanced in wonder as dream and wishes meshed with the prayers of those stranded. Some seek folly others pure logic as the moon hides its eyes from the shadow. These are not the tremors of exception or the fodder of mathematician’s laying bare the foundations and boson’s. But the immature wisdom of those who found in gossip more profit than the sweet blessed moments of sharing.

These are the days to be spent in fury, knowing passion and quiescence have long lost their pleasure. Rigid moments of stark bare reason and reality’s upset, demanding a clarity of purpose and imagination. Yes, the imaginary basis of time mixed with distance and mass made light and flexible to fold in the thoughts of its pilot. .Squeezing molecules through the tube of Stellar and solar conjunction to function as pathways to places unreachable. For God has forbidden this sorcery, so we must make easy things beyond reason and chance. These things have always the realm of possibility beyond the ability of men forced to dream of nightly recap, shut down by the burdens of a world absent desire to understand the things made to us beyond sovereign.

We know the end from the beginning through our relationship of Him who made for us time. I am a snapshot, a sequence of notes forming a figure in dissonance. Shaped by the absence of folly, the disambiguation of truth beyond contest. Fabled yet fancied to the simplistic seat in the corner to review all that scurry through age. Observing without judgment those things that occur knowing some shall be shaped for the Godly and others for destruction purposed in creative works of thoughts beyond the whimsical understanding of robots and kings. What then is the upset or offense when eternity lays parked at reef? What chalice may contemplate payment beyond the combined iniquity of man? Payment so grievous it swallows all of humanity in illusion promising end to dream and mandate.

There are no monarchs when free men hold campaign and candor. For kings unnecessary to men who pay homage only to the unseen mastery and wisdom of God. Where and why have we come chatter of science or languages that have lost meaning when considering that beyond the Most High? What promise offered by creatable things when that which would make them has already explained the outcomes and prudence? How unnecessary the pain expressed or offered for opinions of those found in squalor, convincing themselves or worse yet catering to polling of peasants to pronounce themselves masters of nothing and no one. All hail the sky swept travails of men elevating themselves to stature without legacy. There is no need for greed when all are well fed and depend fully upon promise to feed their imagination and purpose.

No matter my perspective this life follows an organized transition that is outside my influence. Though not beyond my understanding or participation this Way neither meanders nor flows in chaos but is organized in such manner as to put trial after learning and test after empowerment. Apparently the hand beyond the veil is a masterful teacher, allowing and orchestrating a practical application of each education to manifest or concretize the learning in real world example to allow for testing, failure, recalculation and sensory understanding.

To use all to the good for those who love Him and walks according to His purpose we must be guided into the opportunity to make mistake that its subsequent adjustment from misapplication to achievement brings further glory to His name and faith increase to the applicant. It is true brilliance in its recognition of God’s hand upon each episode in life. To be allowed to view the mystery, wisdom or insight then take it immediately into trial is without doubt the best form of instruction.

Even in love though we are forced into painful understanding when our hearts or actions are absent love, it is wonderfully freeing to immediately see the error or precision of my path, especially knowing that the master will adjust accordingly to achieve and objective consistent with his desired outcomes for my actions. The Blessing is quintuple-fold perhaps even of greater exponential value that I am capable of recognizing. For God transforms US through voluntary agreement and demonstration of our willingness to study and absorb His Word, then take that Word into our own personal social experiment, resulting in deeper commitment to repeat that process in perpetuity.

What then is the pinnacle or the maximum application of this equation in reducing the infinite distance between each believer and the Lord? Is there even governance or summit to this pursuit? Can one get too close to God? Or is the realization eventuality always followed by God’s retrieval of the person considered? Do we go home if we get that close? It appears that this dimension is designed on possibility activated by willful pursuit and application. That if in fact one believer fully grasps God’s offering in Faith, walking in such manner as to diminish indefinitely the space between themselves and God that in fact they achieve the desired result of being with him permanently.

That being said, what if a Body of Believers were to embrace in agreement this willful desire to apply God’s teaching and Wisdom with intent to dissolve the distance between us would they stand a realistic chance of so doing? Is God’s Word in fact designed with this intention? Well it is clear he has forgiven us, Cleansed us and positioned us to be fully equipped, ready and faithful to withstand all that this life and challenges presented by Dominions and Principalities may offer. That being observed if you are to be transformed by the environment and characters in the system to which you’ve been injected and you hold the keys, legend and wisdom to overcome all those characters, then there must be as reason demands a way to utilize this understanding to reduce the distance between man and God such that it is no longer measurable and therefore irrelevant.

Traipsing the country roads. Taking care to camouflage in normalcy. Perhaps a man walking from a broken down truck or a guy too drunk to drive the distance home, dreading the words of a spouse left too many times to worry. Nonetheless, you weren’t meant to notice all light neatly tucked beneath the woven wicker. My boots never mind the dirt or sand and the stones too frequent are easily shaken loose from beneath my toes.

Seldom shown a larger picture than the moment. I argue with the Master because, well, I just want to know it all right now. In argument your will takes prominence and once revealed may not be hidden in capped bottle. Forsaken by my foolishness I am left in the spot light of Sovereign command and obedience. Choice is not burden but the opportunity to become greater than the parameters of previous possibility.

The night gives me just the right chill to counter the sweat and heated discussion beneath my hat. Swear against this and fume against that my expectations serve me poorly, never failing to leave me outside the party wondering why I never fail to fail in pursuit of my fancy. Calming the clamor and clap of my boot falls upon the roadway. Reciting distant rhythmic memory of dances and days marking time on random parade deck of flat top.

What went wrong? Or perhaps why should I fume about all that went too right that it made my life charming yet predictable? Feeding the desire for extraordinary I wander the whispering lakes and fade into pines seeking something exciting within which to acquaint myself to knighthood. All along knowing that the association with good people and doing the works set before me are the only path to truth, sacrifice and recognition in so doing. Saving babies and leading those bereft of hope to a meeting with Mount Moriah or Gilgal leaves no room for regret or what could have been. On these mountain we find only what should and shall be.

Another state, another thousand people, who knows if it is our meeting they will remember. But that has never been the objective. For in their conversation I saw the need and pain, crying out for meeting with the one who loves them dearly. This world is short term, temporary and therefore holds no promise but to live, prosper, struggle and die hoping beyond worry that we did enough to perhaps be remembered by tombstone, township or Tory. My job is just the opposite knowing that in this life I will most likely be forgotten to be remembered forever in the next. That is my greatest hope that in my passing they met Him and found everlasting that we may truly get to know each other in eternity. That is a true reward, not the temporary fulfillment of sin, pleasure, accolade or fame but the certainty of being known by Him and those who truly believed forever.

The walk is my job and promise. Town to town, lake to lake, sky to sky. Never knowing the things I passed and never truly wondering the things I’ve missed in the treasured realization of the places been and the people met. You see to me they are family even if I’ve just met them. People telling me their deepest truths and trusting me with the knowledge that something I say or do will somehow make it all right, some how make it make sense. They know from whom I’ve come and they know that in the talents given, power imbued and righteousness worn as covering that they have met the agent of the King. I know what they need and have but to ask it of the Master then step aside to see them healed, prospered, made whole and fulfilled in the promises of His crafting. Leaving behind people now on the skinny path to abundant life everlasting.

Joy in this heart the road is my venture my Home not yet visible beyond the skies from whence it’s coming. It is faith that feeds my footfalls, love that fuels my heart and understanding that gives me peace and hope beyond the worlds’ understanding. I roam for Christ, seeking the one in hope that my findings will produce the last to accept His offer that His coming is assured in that timing. By the Grace of God I hope to meet you and share the Love of Christ that you may see His burning light of life and power within my eyes, heart and in His Words. You know Him and when we meet I will show you that meeting so that you too may walk these miles in hope of being who He made you. Welcome my Brother Sister my Friend to Caleb’s Crossing.

I see the lines upon the road and sky, why you preach to keep within my lane I often ponder why? Celebration of all that comes from the indwelt breath of God to limit demonstration appears to inconsistent and quite odd. No one wishes to share conversation, perspective or my dreams yet dampen celebration and unmastered music clearly seems. The basket is not perfect but lets out little light and the fists are less than adequate to conduct this spiritual fight. In accolade find folly and in pride we find our will but to surrender to forgiveness we all must pay the bill. I don’t know why He made me but to sing with all my might I am so sorry for your sadness within this desperate plight. My dance is consequential, my song essential to my life in leaving the message He gave me wielding His two edged Knife. In clarity’s presumption I must remain tranquil in my stance living obligation is to continue this romance. I love with more than passion and tears of joy remain the purpose of my musing is found in this brief pain. I was made to wander along this winding trail to dance in my great wonder how quizzically I fail. As good is brought to mistake and abundance to the scant why would you tell me to observe limits when you know inside I can’t?

When upset is it fair for me to use the arrows of my expression to force people into line with my expectation? Should I be the only narrative engine that all should fall into tow with the grand imagination of this man? Am I the projective power of God such that my own thoughts beg high bidding in the minds and walk of men? When did my pride become anything different from a fallen arch angel in self expression of my will to be like God or about God in the dominion of His People or creation?

If I see and it disagrees with my temperament am I then in free reign to guide it into personal parameter? Somehow my own idea of how things should transpire or how people should behave has become the acceptable standard of the world. Each person competes for dominance in a world they were never authorized or expected to rule. Somehow the guiding, living word that was given US for this purpose has been subjugated, relegated to tertiary or worse position having lost its prominence to the superior, elitist thinking of Boston, San Fran, Japan or Beijing. And never stand against the logic and rhetoric of London for them you have chosen to present direct objection to the authorities and principalities of the air.

Man have lost recognition of their identity and so doing have lost connection with the purpose of their making. It is impossible for any being to forget who they are and maintain a purpose driven existence consistent with the design intrinsic to their creation. We are Humans, which comes from the root, Humble, before God. Adam means Dirt as God picked up a handful of dirt and breathed life into it, giving it His light. Forgetting this origin we serve our own reprobate thinking of that consistent with the identity we have self created or the identity we have been issued by this corrupt and dying world.

Enough of my problem on to resolution and realignment with God’s Expression and parallelism with His Will for my life and expectations consistent with His Planning for His Creation. He created me to have Family, to walk with me in the cool of the afternoon. I could not remain satisfied with that brilliance and simplicity in Grace and had to reach for more to become what I wished to be instead of being satisfied with that which I was designed to be. So my first objective must be to find once again my God given Identity found in His Word. He calls me Son. Do I feel like a Son of a Loving Father armed with Promise of a Father who never lies and has the Power that created everything? If I don’t there will continue to be problems. So that is my first understanding.

Next, He prepared for and found me in my intransigence, extracting me and transforming me for an existence that surpasses the objectives and opportunities inherent to my first making. I am now man 2.0 or subsequent number dictated by God’s understanding. I am now beyond and pregnant with an entire new series of possibility and Kinetic energy to reach new heights and achievement, but still within His Will for my life and the transition of Human Kind beyond the exigencies of this fallen construct. That I am different and investigation/understanding of that transformation I find my new identity. I am a new creation of God’s Holy Spirit born again to do heavenly works for a time out of this human corpus.

None of this authorizes mean to dictate orchestrate or conduct the footsteps of my fellow man. In fact my love for God in this new identity forces me to an overwhelming desire to allow them to express the God Given Choice He has so wonderful delivered them to choose the roads and the destination fo their existence. I have however been given His Word to clearly indicate for all who may ask the proper and expected pathway to achieve Full Glory for His Will in each of our lives. You choose where you wish to go. If I may help you discover your identity, the possibilities or secure communication with God that you may gather abject understanding in His Truth, I am at your service. But as I am neither God, your leader or your lawyer when you will stand before HIM, please accept any counsel as suggestion because I love you. There is no other purpose or expectation in its offering..

In the Eagle’s High pitch whisper my heart had danced a thousand dreams. In the season’s desperate clamor had launched a hundred schemes, but the angles and the promptings were not so much in doubt of the carvings on the porch swing I had so clearly dreamt about.

The valley sitting lonely so verdant and so proud welcoming the wanton who are seeking calm and cloud. Find everything but fancy and man’s unwritten code to be eaten rather slowly with enlightened ala mode. The scant imagination it took to work it out is much to weak in wondering what reality’s all about.

I hazard understanding knowing what intelligence will bring. All the words of learning without comprehension of a thing. The days all smashed together and the nights so far to reach with nothing worth really saying and even less to teach. My lonely obligation to simply scream and shout what I knew from the beginning it was supposed to be about.

So preaching reformation and change through my intrigue as my ability to reason is saddled with fatigue. In justice and in morals I consecrate a thing when I haven’t either discipline and the truth of anything. In Spirit and in promise I hope that it is so but having neither characteristic in vapidity I crow. To fashion and formulate my deep intrinsic doubt of the reason for my promise and the utopia I tout.

In the sandals of a wise man I walk from here to there with my skin turned brown from sunlight and my scalp obvious and bare. From the frontal proximation of the memory remains the internal inclination to free them from worldly care. Unabashedly I counsel to pray my soul to wait when seeing no relief or sustenance to date. The fate is never weighty and the gaff most often clout. The scarcity of courage I must remain patiently in doubt.

Impulse; to remain in pursuance of my objectives, losing sight of, avoiding or mowing over the people, obstacles and delays before me. There are no challenges or considerations to proffer, simply laser focused ambitions and desires born in my wanton heart. You see I trust no one but me and solely rely upon the graces, talents and measures I have created in my effort and my fate. There is nothing more important in fact nothing comes close when my goals come to view.

Impossibility; to deny those things inside my heart even those dreams born of childhood that something greater than my pursuits may arise through powers beyond my talents, treasure and wanton pleasures of gratification and glory. Giving way to my impulses or cravings I step offering the doorways and pathways to those to whom I owe no allegiance and expect no reward. Finding sources of love and giving beyond my own supply. Fully trusting and relying upon God and those wonderful people He places in my path to achieve, fulfill and sometimes take from me those things other’s are hopefully seeking.

Above; things that make no sense to man but produce Heavenly outcome. Those relationships, works and offerings that may yet deliver outcomes beyond the will of man or the time we’ve currently been allotted. I am eternal man, whatever that means and I bid my worries and cares of this painful, chaotic world goodbye as the realization of my life to come is properly focused in my mind’s eye. See this elderly or decaying mind and body are soon to be replaced with the man who may walk through walls as Christ demonstrated. This is not my time nor does it contain my end only both of my beginnings.

What is that Spirit in which we shall walk to be as God in this world? I recount; Love, joy, peace, patience, goodness, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control as fruits demonstrating likeness, but this fails to define My Spirit found hidden in God through Christ. Being set apart means that the REAL ME has become something not only akin to God Himself but capable of being in His Glorifying Presence, learning, growing and doing works that reveal His Glory to man right now. How can I then be me when this REAL person, true identity is available and in fact directed by God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit as the shelter from fulfilling the Lusts of the man who died with Christ? Can I be the man who lives forever now?

Certainly.

How is uncorroborated narrative suddenly acceptable fact yet every question, opinion, theory or amateurs’ reporting classified, “misinformation” when these submissions clearly stand in juxtaposition to the tolerated Foreign Media Narrative? Is taking a counter point no longer an admired quality in a Berean society? How are foreign reporters covered by our First Amendment protections yet Mothers and Fathers expressing outrage at the local school curriculum are seemingly immediate targets by the FBI who protects those rights? What is the legal definition of Corruption to the point of dysfunction of Public organizations and Law Enforcement? We can withstand the debate that they so clearly fear and wish to prohibit.

These are legal questions. Apparently the false powers in authority are deathly afraid of the citizen journalist. Why else would they be policing through mandate those amateur researchers and producers unless losing control of the narrative effectively leads to their loss of power? Never in the history of this country have so many feared the danger of opinion, public awareness and revelation as those currently in power. We must investigate why they have spun up professional censors in a free country? There is a simple truth here that speaks more loudly than the censors may muster.

It is clear that those currently in administrative authority cannot, must not and will not investigate past crimes no matter how egregious, plausible or evidentiary the claims. Why? When folks don’t want you going into the past there is something they wish left there and it ain’t misinformation, it’s un discussed and undiscovered fact. We have never been a fearful people until perhaps the advent of the Global Terrorist created by Proxy hawks. And the fear is not of the terrorists themselves but the Police State government that created the ethos. One could safely surmise that these global war threats were invented for the purpose of developing those police state powers as those fearful relinquished rights in exchange for false promise of security.

This adds constancy to the argument that opinion scares the heck out of the deep state. They fear America waking up and determining their own authority instantly dissolving, abating, dispelling and beguiling these minority attempts at Empire. So, we must make decisions based on our own self interest and egalitarian desires as Stewards of American health. It is not longer acceptable to allow the corrupt to run those institutions that by definition must impartially and relentlessly defend the will and well being of their people. It may even require stepping up and demanding a complete revision or relaunch of the US Federal and State Government Structures instituting new language in our Documents to protect from corruption of this nature ever again blossoming as nightshade across this nation.

Additionally, though we aided in the creation of these circumstances we cannot but ignore the Evil integrated in the parties formed against our well being. To do so creates the false understanding that we fight this party or that party without acknowledgement of the principalities’ and powers pushing them forward and those sponsoring or advocating our destruction. The absolute evil nature of those in power are evidence of our powerlessness against these spiritual rivals. However, praise be to Almighty God He defeated them on the Cross of Calvary two thousand years ago. He living in the hearts of those who believe maintains the authority and Power of God’s Objective Truth permanently disabling their subjective attempts at narrative deception and lies. That being said without the Spirit’s protection all humans remain influenced or worse completely controlled by this Dominion.

Whatever you believe if the First Amendment Falls those that follow its foundation will certainly follow. We stand at the promontory or precipice of America’s future or history dependent upon perspective. The thoughts, words and actions you produce will include you either in its demise or continued success due to superior heart, mind and action. You Decide, Choice has always been the greatest power in your basket of talents, treasures and faith. Use it wisely.