In this transformative process there are several stages. We must see the components of the wound or disfigurement to be made new, we must then choose to truthfully submit that acknowledgement before the Master Potter and then we must walk thoroughly faithful that those changes/reformations will come to pass in perfect timing. Timing not born of self or expectation but the Promise of continuous elements to perfect us over time.

Unfortunately the chemical, emotional, spiritual catalyst necessary to this Process is painful, prolonged and tedious when faced with resistance, lack of joy or continued resistance to find joy in the testing, compression, pressure and heat required to bring about our transformation. We are the mettle of Humanity and to remove the lesser components, elements and molecules of what we were requires heat and pressure to liquefy our minerals that the dross may rise and be removed from the purified person.

We don’t like being super heated but we want the result of this process. This is “Man’s Rub”, that we must subject ourselves to the Master’s refining process in order to achieve objectives, destinations and transformation not available in our own power and authority. People do not wish to “Enjoy the Pain” seeing it necessary but wish to find, as human’s will the easy route to perfection. This process is expressly unfavorable to them who wish to fulfill their sensory desire of sin and is therefore avoided by most, eschewed by those deceived and spoken foul by those loving their sin over God.

Whatever you choose you will be choosing one of the options given to man by God. You may believe that you choosing your own road of service and sin allows you to escape God when in fact it commits to His Projected end in Judgment, separation and Pain. This process when embraced is the sole path to fulfillment in this life and universe. God wants to prepare us for the Next iteration of Creation which may only be reached by surrender to His path and Process. So hold on and find joy in the midst of the Seven Fold Crucible of this World as it clearly sets your sights beyond the possibility and elements of this Life. Instead focusing on the unseen Life in the New World to come.

I was honest with you in my humanity, kneeling before God’s Throne in humility. I had no adequate answer for you but to say that when leading men and women I must deny myself to wear God’s confidence to overcome fear in applying myself to God’s outcomes. It seemed an odd thing to you that a Man of God would put a mask on his own emotion, thought or knowledge in order to become that which God needs at a time or throughout a campaign. I ask you what relevance is my confidence or inadequacy in self when completing tasks beyond my own ability, maturity, certainty, power or provision?

Men of war deny themselves daily in order to fulfill the tasks of war, relying upon a courage to work within the fear or exhaustion and hopelessness of the moment to break through in victory prevailing simply because they must. For there is always fear, inadequacy and dread. It is not the existence of these things within a man’s heart that determines his success but what he does in spite of the existence of his own fear or the hopelessness of circumstantial evidence. In fact, without those catalysts what victory may a man count if not but overcoming the inevitable frailty of humanity to rise to impossibility’s achievement?

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; 1st Corinthians 1:27 Reflecting upon scripture my answer is consistent with God’s Word. It is not through the established in boldness that God’s demonstrates His Glory but through the unsure, puny and foolish. For if bold men do confident things then what Glory does it bring God? When a weak man or poor woman with a lisp and human frailties does something powerful then people take notice. When ineloquent men of low stature and means move mountains then societies awaken. Every hero of the Bible took full faith and surety in God to complete their works of Power. It was in denying their own inadequacies that they reached the pinnacle of their faith, For in self reliance what miracles may a man ever work?

You look to me as bastion of confidence, wisdom and goodness from which to derive your own courage or confidence. I say to you that you are looking for the wrong aspects of a man to find that which you seek. I offer you my humility, my inadequacy and my fear and you would have me deny this absolute certainty of my own ineptitude before God. That is the mask of which I refer. You do not want the man that I am to stand before you, you want the absolute certainty in God to complete the impossible works and that requires that I may never share the humility, fear and brokenness which are the true hero before the throne of God. Is it an inadequate and partial expectation upon Truth that you seek for both are real and necessary?

To know me as a man you must see the things of a man in my acceptance of my foolishness, Weakness or ineptitude as proof of my kinship to Sovereignty. For it is the absolute realization of the inadequate mortality that you will find an evidential adherence and dependence upon God’s Holy Spirit to prevail in guidance and victory’s provision. It was not Moses that parted the Red Sea But God, not David who slew Goliath but God, not Elijah who brought Holy Fire upon the Priest’s of Ba al but God. Yes God uses me to accomplish the impossible, but to be used as Tool in His Glorious Hands demands submission not prowess. I believe myself capable of the those things achievable solely in His deliverance, timing and wonder.

So you ask if I wear a mask when I am preaching, teaching, evangelizing or doing the impossible through Christ who strengthens me. Well No and yet Yes. For I must put off the Man to see those things which may be done only through denying that man and stepping out of God’s Way. I am there, I am fearful, yet full of promise. I am inadequate yet more than capable. I am humbled and aware of my own mortality, yet eternal in the filling of God’s Holy Spirit and the power to do whatever He commands. Am I not me when rising to those heights, I will leave it to you decide for it is your perception which truly governs this interrogatory.

I ask do you want to see my true emotions of fear and doubt or do you wish to hear the powerful, confident, hopefully-fearless man fully assured and reliant upon God’s Promises and certainty in victory? You came to see Christ then you must first assume and understand that He uses the weak to do the impossible. So look upon me in that regard inexpectant of a boorish man filled with vanity and self reliance, but in the humility and understanding that I am only powerful when I have first realized that I can do nothing without Him. Yes, I must deny myself to be useful to God. I am not powerful and useful to Him because I lack fear or clarity in mortality, but because I view myself not by these things but by the Holy Spirit that wields me. My identity is in Christ Jesus not in the man susceptible to the condemnation of His enemies. I am no longer the flesh but the Spirit of Kingdom’s Coming.

Thank you for Love or for your Hate, for both are demonstration that you have heard God’s Word through me and made a decision. That decision is the greatest gift we have been given by God to assert our free will in choosing that which we believe, that to which we will dedicate our works of this life. To those who Love thank you Brothers and Sisters for obeying God’s Command upon us to be unified in His Glory by that Love. To those who hate, thank you for acknowledging my association with God in that emotional contempt. I am not sorry for delivering to you the Conviction of the Holy Spirit causing you to make the decision that this life God gave us requires. I love you regardless of your position for my vain attempts at glory, adoration or fame are irrelevant and frankly detriments to the work I have been anointed to perform.

This life is full of catalyst, impetus and pain all forcing us into that pregnant environment propagating choice. We may attempt to escape that prompting to avoid the choice but will find that the obstacles presented in avoidance are actually greater catalyst to that same eventuality. Those seeking escape I get it, as I was pent upon that futile attempt for most of my youth and early adult life. The reality of my crossing into Christian faith was born in the fires of my avatar escape attempts. Praise God I was given the Opporunity to grow and respond to His call upon my heart, that He was faithful, Long-Suffering and patient in His pursuit that I was given Time to find the Truth in my own understanding. An Understanding that frankly when leaned upon led me to the trials and prompting to make the decision found only in acknowledgement of His hand of Creation.

There is no time nor is there any reason that I should hold you in contempt or argument for having chosen the direction you see is right for you. Love requires and demands that when offered it is offered to the person as they stand before me, not to an imaginary person that I hope to usher into existence. For that is not love but attention or adoration of a thing. You are loved and that means who you are right now, especially if you are the person who hates me for the wrong reasons or the person who Loves me for the Right Ones. I am not separate from you in your derision but tied to you in the same journey through this world to either accept of deny Christ. I will not lessen the importance of your walk by asserting that mine is of greater importance, for that lacks truth and compassion, two things that are demanded of me by God.

Walk your road whether with God or the Fallen for that is the Will of God that you make a choice. That freedom also comes with the reality that there will be witnesses for both sides of that faithful choosing. I pray that my witness leads you to investigate and ask God for revelation and insight. May His discernment guide you to the loving Care and inclusion of His Saving Grace. May I never give you example or reason to walk away from that Wonderful Gift. I pray for you will all my strength to find Redemption through Christ and in so doing become my Brother or Sister in the Adoption of the Kingdom of God. However, if you choose otherwise I understand

In the world’s evidence I’ve never seen the shade. Drawn about the Eye’s of Man to guard promises we made. Sanctioned by the saddened few so ripened for the call. Overjoyed by happenstance and the wonder of it all. Softened by a patchwork quilt the pain we never felt. Dance against the tell and wink at the cards I’ve just been dealt. First to fable first to fool. Seldom useful as God’s Good Tool.

Intertwined with my own mesh in suicide and sadness not grain but chaff to thresh. Clarity and charity encumbrance and true peace, love that never waivers and blessings that never cease. Increase in every aspect that maturity demands built upon the unmoving Rock not on shifting sands. Leave it where you found it but never do forget the absence of true sounding will be the last regret. Significance in fashion and passion seldom seen Worship God, Him only no angel, Saint or Queen.

Snookered by the Barker, the Trainer and the Clown, too soon to look for Maker as the Big Top must come down. Threatened by the banker, the taxman and the crook and host of gnarly characters with names not written in the Book. Prowess and shaded promise in all that we believed we had to search for character for courage was relieved. True elation of the table as the bargain had broken down the smiles we expected has since been turned to frown.

Interlocutor driving madly with no restraint of Grace and illuminated Pumpkin with true rage upon its face. The darkness unforgiving the race too close to call we’re way to late for Summer and well within the Fall. Damage and indifference a song and sweet remorse the Barber and the Baker placed it all upon our Horse. Cotton Candy and So Savory were headed neck and neck until the random kitten had taken to the course. Squared Circles unforgiving to all with naught but speed, collision and gymnastics of stallion man and steed.

Shocked to see the show expand surprised by the demand. So clear to see propensity all not hard to understand. Effected by the winds of change we seek to see remorse, to frequently adhere to norm seeking no divorce. Harm strung in full harmony or and lyrically confused, leaving all the trump cards down remembering which I’ve used. To daylight I say hoorah while darkness I abhor all the while searching for some style looking basically amused. Frequently in odd measure a half and an eighth apart, three quarters short of midnight stuffed by ala cart.

Halted by the fragility before me. Looming at the edge of crevasse knowing all my limitations and its veracious appetite seeking collection that which is precious and essential. Why does one wish capture of floating butterfly? Perception of all that must be real because of appearance is failing. Concrete is manifestation of belief and faith the actions taken upon its establishment within mind, heart and spirit. The life behind left tenuous in revelation ahead lay venture by nature yet known.

What promise defends flippant pursuit of vain controls or poorly measured clutching? Letting Love form or fizzle is the path to perpetuity. When we delight in our own constructs and control sets we’re most often left with a putrid bag of folly. Leave me be said the sand to the flea but neither could escape into personal paradise. I am the brigand who steals, kills and destroys all that is worthy of pursuit. Lain fresh the scars of history’s wounding. Close but never forgotten.

Service does not seek its own intention nor provide harm where good may be offered and accepted. What is the pure heart that may be seen even at great distance in short timing? If the truths are not self evident then am I to yammer endlessly in hope of their transformation? What purpose is served in my own unaccepted counsel or the attempt as resolution in the impossible tasking? How tortured the unforgiveness of men who would burden themselves procedurally to mimic the world’s presentation of strength and captive reason? What is the meaning of Freedom? Does it transcend or waiver dependent upon participant or subjective definition?

We are those born free to accept eternal relief. Hunting aspiration or golden cup the squandered opportunity of this life. Gold or glittery hope born of possession with expected contentment is the greatest lie sold all powerful young men. Chasing abandon, seeking release and departure from Sovereign Grace and direction the pathway to never achieving either. Programmed with questions seeking our creation we must inevitably find that origin in a Loving Dad or in hopeless untethered wanderings that may never be fulfilled in purpose or destination. Seek Home and Find it. Seek Glory and find only the adoration and enamored moaning of momentary delight.

Mystery begets purpose and wisdom whispers caution at deep trench or fallen bridge. They that continue full throated shouting the folly of greater understanding shall seek but never find, hope but never taste peace. There is promise in the engines of humanity, found in the creative design of our collective capacity to pause, reflect and wait. Not every venture is achieved in rushed pursuit and unmitigated movement. The wait is great and patience greater still for them who have gained wisdom and those determined to follow His Will.

Having reached the firmament of Me, it is no longer efficacious to continue the use of a toolset forever bound to this mortal plane. Disgusted often by my shortcomings that their usefulness in enemy assault or attempts at destabilization are now laughable. These vain talents and musings smell of fruit too ripened having remained on branch beyond harvest. Though I have sympathy and compassion for the tears that are much too frequent in humanity, my heart craves the joy of everlasting and the hope of sitting with those treasures firmly sequestered awaiting my arrival.

I am so sorry for leaving you in the lurch. The responsibility though firmly residing in my reflective pool may be looked upon in regret and forgiveness. These days are now short and the hearts that quicken cold must find a path other than through interaction. For this is the time of the Long, Patient Breath. Numbered and few though the count escapes me their hiss tells me that time is obedient in its unwinding. The countdown awaits those who will hear its ticking march toward the gathering of all things made by, for and through Him for Him to be presented Holy, Righteous and True for His Review.

There are so many thing for which I had intention and expectation only to find the coin too few, the memory too short and the cable insufficient. Truth is what happened not what I meant to do. For many of those vows or promise I made, we humbly see an end rarely matching the beginning. Unless abandoned to hope, promise and Power beyond my own making. For it does not matter what I set to do or meant to achieve but that which I obeyed and was shown through to its completion.

These are the days of fulfillment, force and action. Time to wave our hands vigorously seeking to find our place in trial, work and harvest. Send me Lord should be the first word’s from our mouths, proceeded by prayers of hope to reach the pinnacle of individual crafting. There is more than enough ground left to cover that may only be traversed in the humility and surrender of a life in exchange for the deliverance and blessings reserved. We are not of this world but the next, the heavenly realm come to Earth remade in which we may work and dwell with God. Now is the time of the ground work preparing Kingdom’s arrival and great glory, rejoicing and worship of the King. In Jesus Name I live for Him for He died for me.

Love, life’s breath. No icicle silhouette of frozen form. Warmth, blood, fuel existential fire. Unforced muse, into the river of destination flowing to fill the waiting container of memory. Fairness inept, anger misspoken and comfort customary to accommodating term. Fallen not from a perch erected to falsehood, but fully expectant of gathering arms below. These are the inclinations of expectant hope in Man’s mooring.

Charged as the ramparts of stolen betrothal. Acquiescence a fearing fable, knowing that the sands of time be blown apart in our assembly. There can be no quarter offered or accepted. As in dynamic tales of yesteryear, no room for stoppage. Rampage the tethered til lashings fray then the bond of captivity be torn asunder, leaving bare the hope in eternity’s wake. As seasons be drawn and quartered for age’s review, in mastery the prey taken for greater understanding. What is the Will of my making?

Plunge deep into the complex nature of each universe. We are found described in the swollen and pregnant flux of mass and acceleration. Born upon pages yet written, spelled out in word of our adoration, leaving nothing for repose, laying bare the heart of unperishing passion. From fabled resolve emerging from the garden’s of first fruit’s planting. Bounty and bud leaping forth to light and sunburnt stage. We ask for naught for all is freely given. Caught up in the wind’s gone chasing time.

There is no horror in that which is perfect only awe and angst as treble master’s base’s cleft. From what day is it that we have been delivered. Not feared but respected to kneel so kindly at the Throne of God. These are not whispers but roars of love for which their is no shy appeal, to be heard and remembered as some would say undying. Waxing thick the intention of man’s standing upon a hill belonging to our favor. In Just requite we fought not for valor, land or power but to announce the immortality of Love.

Love has no exception. There are no laws against caring for God’s People. Has God commanded that you refrain from its provision? There is no however to follow, no but, no circumstance where I a part of Creation deem myself equal to God submitted my unholy interpretation of that which God has Created in Sovereign Perfection. My hubris is inadequate to believing myself capable of countermanding, critiquing or editing God’s Message on any level. I will not do it nor will I believe that in my pontification that I may influence God in any way to do that which is outside of His Will for Mankind.

We are dangerously close to mocking God on our current political stage. Today it was suggested that “We bring God back into our Society”. My reaction of momentary astounding turned quickly to concern and prayer to God for Mercy. This statement displays a presumption and a radical misunderstanding of man’s relationship with our Maker. He is God and I am not. I do not bring God into anything especially into a society that has backslidden from His Holy Word and Commandments precipitously. There is no world or good outcome from such ignorance concerning God and our current predicament.

We are a moment where God’s Love is sufficient in Grace, but our acceptance of that Grace presumes a supplication/humility on the part of the recipients. We do not bring God back we beg Him to take US back after the adulterous, self Worship and lunatic wickedness we have wantonly displayed in our selfish pursuit of sin and lascivious behavior. Now this may be a bit over descriptive on my part but I believe it essential or foundational to our problems at hand. This rabid misunderstanding of God’s Sovereignty is the Root apparent of the near attempted dissolution of our Constitutional Republic with inerrant Rights entirely dependent upon the understanding of Sovereignty.

Let’s for example say we want to “Bring” Back God into our society. What campaign or business plan will be offered by eager politicians to legislate God back into the Society which banished Him? Will it be as effective as the plan to remove Him has been? Did we ask Him when we decided to backslide from His Hand of Blessing? Did we take an carefully orchestrated strategic and tactical march as we proceeded from the things of God? No we simply exercised the same arrogance and declared our own ventures more important than the reverent relationship of WORSHIP and Love we showed God for His provision, protection and promise. To believe that we can simply state that we want to “Bring God Back” is testimony to our ignorance.

God tells US in HIS WORD how to return to Him and be healed. It is not something done by our simply proclamation of that importance it is done in Humility, Truth and Sincere Contrition for our departure from His Loving Grace. God does not even need to listen to this Adulterous Nation. He will listen to the humble Cries of those serious about our offenses against Him, but even that is no guarantee of God’s “Return” to this nation. It is not upon our own proclamation, intention or righteousness that God does anything. It is entirely based upon HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS, His Promise and His Longsuffering to demonstrate His Mercy and Grace upon the obedient such that those who are disobedient will see it and Glorify HIM. Are we willing to be obedient? Doubtful.

So we are arrogant and disobedient. Considering those two factors there is zero chance of God returning to US whether or not clever Politicians proclaim that we need Him back in our Society. He chose US not the other way around. The only hope we have of once again becoming a Godly Nation is found in His Transforming Hand. Point blank, without a radical departure from our arrogance, ignorance and disobedience why would God hear our business or mission statement? He won’t.

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. His way is the only way we will ever find our way back into God’s Mercy and Grace as a nation.

Just so many roles and expectations none of which once asking me for my input. Not that everything rises or falls on the waves that I cast in this pond but that they are at least recognized. Towers of Babylon and the Mighty Men that built them gather attention and wonder, capturing eyes and attention for their un Godly attempts to outstrip our Maker and yet none wish to hear of those saving Children or making old people laugh. Where has the heart of man gone, that the humble heroic things that made our Grand Father’s cheer have become insignificant, unworthy even boring.

Men took beaches with a picture of their Wives’, Children and dog tucked tightly in a wallet on the top of their footlocker shelf. Not wanting to lose the only reminder of home as they debarked the amphibious vehicle striking the beach in the shallow waters of some East Pacific Island. All done for the promise of continued normalcy, knowing its definition to be the greatest gifts received or achieved in this Short life. They took lives and left numerous friends and any fantasy about the glories of War on those distant shores only to find that crumbled photo as the priceless reward for not dying on that stretch of land.

We are not blessed with perfect pitch, nor the genius of empiric physics but we do have the will to surrender to a power much kinder than the gifting in our lonely hearts. He makes it bearable for the men who never could or would be able to fit in regardless of intention. We all believe that our cause is just, our works noble and our footfalls worthy of inscription in the concrete history of man’s making. But most of us are just joes some with a fair bit of luck and good sense to say yes to a good job or woman, responsible by the common sense God gave them to make a bold play at the treasure of normalcy.

Who am I too wish limits on the rules and drama placed upon me as good conduct requirement for friendship, Family or comradery? I am answerable to the King who sees through me, is that not enough? Must I cave to every whim, word or lottery list? Played too many houses feeding the crowd just for approval, acceptance or worse yet pride to do the old soft show now with balance gone and shoes near dust. This Song is not for you but For Him and I fail to see why I owe an explanation as to my choice of keys, the tears streaming my cheeks or the joy of each fulfilling Word. Some things are done for lust, money or fame, but this is done out of love for All that God IS.

I will fight with an abandon lost to most when Courage flees. For this life is His and War is an awful thing spending the breath and life of God upon Quests to take the same from others. The Path is never set except for those who find God’s Will imperfect. For in His discretion have Divine Appointments been set to keep me on the Skinny Path of His splendid Will for my transformation. An small bounty that should laugh as that somehow makes me daft. For in so being I have seen beyond the cage of Brilliance. Out where the sea meets the reason for time’s beginning and the roadway beyond the last second’s tick.

I do not love you to fulfill some need for valor, nor to portray my works as those of a man God calls Good. For I have seen the miserable heart and slander of my own heart and season. There is one thing Good in me and that is Him. My penchant for long bloated repass and seismic explanation are stark contrasted evidence of the insecurities of self. Reasonable men to not avatars avail, not crumble at the argument of purpose and song, but live them without explanation or pity’s prancing. No excuse owed for being what God made me. No pride involved, no adulation lost, no trophy surrendered. These are the gifts that lead to immortality, the humble thoughts of work given and sanctioned by a King we are glad to serve knowing the cost, whatever it appears is worth the acquisition.

Moribund missives of mourning and marrow’s raw. Constructed in cavalcade to escape erosive access by feelings and perishing property. Relinquish to steely grip upon madness and wanton relief. Made privy to sorceries blend of seven sacred sacraments and laws of levied grace. Contorted credence and maddening mandate designed for the constriction of freedom’s Wrought access to plenty and promise of passion in mercy’s misinterpretation. Where are the pensive untethered? Lost in the labyrinthine laboratories and galley holds of pirate’s passing.

Release the skirted prose tied up next to unappreciated rhetoric, found lost in the reaches of unelected monarchs. Blood and family prize tainted with the misconduct of selective integrity. Historically pleasing yet lacking evidence and occurrence. The sheep to heaven’s fold gathered for the Master’s Meaning. Delivered from the branches and page of faulty tome, relieved from the pressure of cauldron’s cook. Shaken by the fellowship of Brethren un Fathered, ill and cognizant of timing’s hand of correction and click. Wrong on the level’s that most make its measure. Of weather and daylight to which watches are wound. The sound of fury’s engulfing maw of fawning fastidiousness.

Demon’s in moral contempt find laughter and purchase in the impure heart of the few against the many. What days have glazed their eyes to poison’s potent and pallets craving absinthian forms? Willows hail the fall of all that embraces truth and piety. Men of ill repute have swallowed whole the bastions and protectorates of innocence. Consuming dungeons and cells of desperation’s dare lie pregnant to man’s lacking faith and courage. Drawn and quartered resolve is dividing motionless and penniless upon the stone felled perches. Birds un-heckled, wingless and forgotten chirp the song of misery to a forgotten parish, perishing in the languid, ubiquitous super fluence of naughtiness.

Access the impossible, in moments so torrid and barren that bones without sinew are bright white in the gleaming sun’s of darkness. Reconstruct the sadness upon which in-human’s feast and fear. The Polished night glowing dark and inky black shall never speak again against its Owner. Petrol for the flames of deepened resolve and epoch in its swelling, kindled virtue and that which Moss prohibits on stumbling men and tumbling stones. Beyond reproach the findings of the court’s good measure and pleasured clamor of those in holy attendance. What joy at the Brightness of His Coming even whispered as the curtain pulls back in revelation to show that even if world’s be lost to righteousness He alone stands as evidence of All Truth.