Dragged into a reality where I craved and sought time and strength. Feeding the perpetual engines of my heart, I left wandering the constant avenues and stabile boulevard in search of smoother roadway and greater indenture to the excitement that lit my sensibility. I am conquest in reverse, the devolution of a thing once perfect hiding itself among the lackluster, seeking brilliance by inclusion and suffering for health’s muse. There are no starlit nights for man who has not reason. Stalling in the blocks shaking off the clock whispering to the union docks don’t tie off too long for the venture must continue.

In my eager attitude and thirst for failure I sought low spots, dumbs and depths and power wells into which treasured essence flows. Worry about what when all is to be spent on irregular pursuit and random hunting. Seeking what for whom for which reason however it may be accomplished. With pleasure my pumping heart weeps against the folly of their betrayal. Learnt, felled and spelled for all to see the same lesson ad infinitum. Repetitive splendor in dependency. Always relying upon the cord that without sufficient girth or tensile modality to make it through the weather we’ll be facing. Lies, dyes and tears outside our eyes as each man cries about the fantasy he fought for. Against the breeze of my next pleasure and hope designed to take my car from rail, I fall in perpetuity. These are not wells of wisdom and reserve of understanding but wasted duality of mooring and forcing friction from the shore. This creates its own nightmare for nightly viewing.

Eschewing the dark I vomit light, thanking all that is right for my daylight insight, when caught in dream I fall palsied before expectation and foolish fantasy. Pictures of the elements I created only sham as all is torn asunder as covalent bonds broken reveal the shining object lodged within the realm of unqualified thinking. Undone by the best or the worst as happenstance yells it. Lured to the lair of thirst and hunger, to be eaten and drunk by the giants of my folly. No smooth stones, no battle cry no service to Great King or brining harvest homeward, but the strict diet of busted hope and lassoed Dream. I scream at the machine incapable of rage and a sage looks inward to find the docile center. Withered by the sun at post, haggard, outcast, at peace in my palsied pacification, praying for another dose of acquiescence and dilatant. these things view the loss as pleasure and the pain as realization of fully living asunder. A grenadier without pin having fumbled delivery awaiting the blast of approaching timeline.

I found the switch and made the getaway to some one else’s dream scape. Launching quiescent fast to pay for my quo with quid I had to borrow. Release the hounds who never a ghost did rally and high pitched shriek as dusk gives way to night. And on the porch where fishermen recall the days when they were knighted we alone find comfort in the Call.

Forgiveness provides the inclination to go on into the next vision, to move on beyond the scenes of angers passed. My burdens daily reduced by those that common sense bids I leave as refuge of this day. Tomorrow is not shackled to the unresolved conflicts of this or any yesterday, week or annum. Free must be such and found in the crisp or sometimes biting breath of a new morn. I am relieved of that which I would have per wound kept into malignancy, tumor or infection. This road may never be the result of my choices unless they are good ones leading to the Promises of Truth and subsequent reward of an discharged Psyche.

Calls from the left and right demanding that I come full circle remaining silent of the Rock of my making. Or pulling, pushing, leveraging to have me retard my voice, my thinking my thoughtful regard of God’s Word as He my only maker, Boss and King guides me to the topic and Word that I am privilege to encounter and share. I do not wish to slight, corrupt or injure, but I cannot conform to the list of rules required by any other would be Master. If a hammer He selected then a hammer He required for this duty. Far be it from the fact that I am a hammer though I have hammered the gong of repetitive preaching. If He wants me to be gentle then I shall step aside for the Fruit of His Spirit’s arrival.

Self Help is a worldly motto and falsely proclaim that this is Scripture. God does not help those who help themselves, He rather helps that who cannot help themselves, delivering, saving, Transforming for His purpose, that we may help ourselves to His wonderful provision and promise. Stop trying so hard and walk. Have you ever walked in the cool of the morning or evening reflecting upon the hues of a promised tomorrow? Simply strolling taking time to see God reflected in the things that He has given, remembering the wonderful that He made for each of us. It is in those moments that I find my greatest help as I am content, dependent and humbled before God Almighty.

I cannot both fear God and fear the World’s threats upon my person or belongings. The Lord is awesome and to be feared by those who know what a wonderful thing He has done and yet to do. I do not pleasure in the loss of good counsel or those that have found their way close, but I cannot cling to them in disregard of God’s Whisper. So if there are rules, requirements or constant corrections seeking to fit me to mold of your construction please do what you must do and find that peace I cannot give from some other source. I am under construction to be an eternal being. I am being shaped by the Master Potter Himself who needs not your assistance. I do so apologize to Him and You for my inadequacy of Pliability and kinetic imagination, however only one of you shall overcome my frailties and that is the one who new them before time itself began. Go be at peace if that is the only method you can imagine to cope with my absolute reliance upon a Single Source of transformation, the Will of our Mighty God.

In the midst of greatest trial my most pressing needs are clarified. I may never know the crushing power of hopelessness and depression without having faced the approaching or encroaching obstacles threatening my certainty. Yes I may intellectually comprehend the overwhelming power of evil or advances of the strong upon the weak from a distance, maybe even share sympathy and compassion for their oppression. However, having full experiential knowledge of how they felt or feel the moments before they are ravaged or destroyed by greater force, is beyond literacy. I cannot understand your road having never walked it, so the job is to the best of my ability try to place myself in your shoes and then come to your aid as should happen.

Easy, safe, self-sustaining this perch upon my ivory tower watching the rabble below as I toss crumbs from the parapet. Leadership may be done from on high as with the superior race families having never known personal trouble, trial, hunger, poverty or absolute despair in powerlessness. Though some may lead with prowess from their lair of safety, but they will never touch and I must say I do not envy that they may never truly know the dangers of simply struggling to live. Nor do they have the ease to God’s Throne that most of the impoverished have in spades. You see, they need God they don’t just want to believe in a convenience they Need to believe in the hope of deliverance and salvation because this life holds no peace for the poor. Their battle is real, their safety challenged each moment and their hope all that they possess. If I cannot do a thing then I am significantly more willing and likely to understand that without God I will never achieve it.

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not be in want, said David so aptly in Psalm 23. Sheep know no safety except that which the shepherd provides, they are innocent, defenseless and frankly stupid. When challenged they will run and most likely die at the hand of a wolf or other predator. They are dependent upon their Shepherd for their safety, for their food and water, without which they would simply over graze the same pasture and die from their own inability to find more food. The Book of James tell us how to achieve this Unwanton state of humanity. When we face our trials and temptations with JOY, the JOY that comes from knowing the Lord’s Protection, Provision and care, then the Holy Spirit releases patience to each of us. When that patience allows us to endure the trial in that state of Joy then we eventually become perfected and have want for nothing. In other words we become mature in our faith and fully believe upon God’s Promise to deliver against that promise and “Provide for all of your needs according to my riches and Glory in Christ Jesus”.

There is great knowledge to be sought and consumed at the level of the Rich who live seemingly carefree compared to the poor. But the knowledge of the poor, empirically deliver benefit beyond those available to the Book educated and money supported. When we face trials that surpass our coping capacities we are actually gifted by God with the immediate understanding of our limitations, those things which reside in the impossible category. Thus we are simultaneously blessed by the understanding in God’s Word promising the ability to deal with the impossible through Christ Who Strengthens us. Without Whom we would certainly fail, but with Whom we are guaranteed successes in this life and the next.

Nothing new Kalamazoo, but there are few that I have yet to go through. In a straight forward point of view, I must continue until seeing the blue of skies under which I will review each and every clue and try to pursue to renew all that is due when I have gone through the cue so precious moments few to impart and imbue these Wonderful Words to creatures anew.

Some times your heart is so full of joy and hope that it nearly bursts as an old skin, but this new wine sometimes bitter still reminds me of the road that I am privileged to walk. Stamping on reason and looking for odd adage to make hope from the rhyme, in time I am certain that the revelation will make sense of my discouragement. It is not wrong to be sad for goodness lost and reason found that confound each other to meet in the middle with no joy or pain but resolve in the knowledge that the right thing often hurts. Learning is a path not an instant and the greatest understanding that I have gathered in my walk is that giving to God always produces the finest outcome.

I do not always claim to know what is right but when queried I most often reflect that the right thing would have cost the most personal coin so I chose to invest in something cheaper. Less skin in the game does not mean that things will turn our better in fact the chips in the pot reflect faith, intention and willingness to believe upon something beyond self. My clumsiness often remembered in my elder state I am much less willing to sit out then I am to gamble upon the King, knowing in surety that it was never me who could muster the resolve or solve the dilemma before me.

Sorry, is not the appropriate word for others having made decisions that impact me, hurt me, enrich me or challenge my thought, heart or mirth. I am grateful for each and every soul that enters my fray, with intent to emasculate, entertain, teach train or befriend. For in the end only those things which God allows are the endings I shall reread in my remembrance at journey’s finished. I want this and wish for that and wear a hat to portray what I couldn’t otherwise say to bolster my courage and make clear the position I may have hidden. But honor brought to God may only be achieved in my suffering to maturity in the trials set before me. Losing this person or that source of kindness because I stood for what is right, though painful and unpleasant now shall deliver the largest transformation of Spirit.

Though I know you must leave and have decided to do so having constructed the charade of demonization necessary to exculpate yourself from responsibility. I know that it is your wound forcing you to hurt someone else to protect yourself from introspection. Tragedy is that the lesson will be learned and seeking to end one relationship to avoid the pain of learning it will only bring you to the next character or circumstance God delivers that you at some point may be healed. And this character may be less gentle than me. I will not run from this pain but embrace it as the agent of change and catalyst for growth I know that it will become. For the moment the sadness simply conveys the importance of the kinship. I cannot be what anyone wishes for me to become to suit their wound for that is the process that turns humans into cardboard cutouts and leaves the threatening wound promising you hope in reprobate thinking. I take truth no matter the pain it brings for only in the medicine does healing lie.

If there is no involvement of the Roman Catholic Church in the Formation of the UNNWO, how then are they in business partnerships with the UNITED NATIONS, The Global Crown Corporation of the City of Londinium, The European Union, The United States, the CCP in Hong Kong and having signed ecumenical agreements with most of the world’s largest denominations. This is the Empire of Daniel Two that as the Iron Empire divided into East and West and fought the rise of powers from the East melded and mixed with the Clay of Believers in the Church that was Rome. Through this process they became the continuing Empire that proclaimed itself Holy in the 9th Century and merged with Corporations, The HOLY SEE, The EAST INDIA CORPORATION, UNWEF, UNWHO, UNICRC, UNICEF, UNGAVI, UNIMF, UNFED, UNBIS, UNWORLDBANK to become the dreaded Church/State/Corporation from whose myth the American Liberal runs in fear.

The Bible has given us more than we needed to understand, abide and functionally overcome all that stands before us in modern times. This empire showing its face as early as the Nineteenth Century first by being interrupted in Napolean’s War and Power quest and then in the Wehrmacht of the Holy Roman Illuminati Families is now reemerging from its Nazi Plot to spread itself around the Globe in the supposed destruction of Hitler’s Regime. The Third Reich was designed to seed the Fourth Reich which has now been conveniently concealed in the Fourth Industrial Revolution of the Great Reset as they would have us believe, but remains the Biblical continuing empire of Constantine’s vision, the Rising Sun god worshippers of Rome, Egypt, Babylon, and Nimrod.

What ever shall we do now that we see the Bible has been not only true but correct throughout this and every generation. As we see God’s enemies revealed in the light of God’s Word, having been permeated by that Word and the Light of the World. We must ask our selves, why Now? Is this revelation of the evil standing against humanity proof of God’s Soon return? Do we fail because it is obvious in Revelation that this Empire does in fact take over the World launching Global Government, Global Religion and Global Commerce throughout the far reaches of the Earth? What could possibly happen between now and the passages of Revelation that lead to the emergence of this UNNWO which even now we appear to be defeating? What evil or Good Thing happens that those resisting this Tyrannical Global Takeover are no longer present or incapable of beating back the Anti Christ’s advances upon the face of the Earth?

I will not assert that I have some Prophetic Gift and can convey to you that answer emphatically recalling vision handed down by God that I may answer the questions with surety and sense. What I can and rightfully may do is search the Lord’s Word for what may occur and know the seasons as the Apostles had realizing the time in which we stand is in deed the end of the Time of the Gentiles, immediately proceeding those days associated with Wrath, Tribulation and His Return. However I will leave you with a thought. Are most of the people in America resisting this Global March, Christian? Obviously. What then would have if those Christians or the bulk of them were to simply disappear one Summer, Fall of Winter night? Would the Empire advance at record pace finding no resistance, in fact appreciating the open welcome of those who have dreamt of Global union? How long before the Club of Rome Map of 1978 becomes the Reality of 2022, 25 or 30? These are the days in which we stand and perhaps fall. Where will you be when that issue is determined?

Meek will forever be associated with pacifism or weakness. Perhaps the greatest tragedy of modern man is the loss of identity found in God through Christ. Having forgotten, reconfigured or labeled ourselves with worldly posture we immediately believe the worldly claim survival of the fittest or as Alexander put it on his deathbed, “To the Victor go the spoils”. Whereas in God we are adopted children of the Sovereign God of the Universe, Princes and Priests indwelt by the Holy Spirit of God on Earth as witness, as Ambassadors as ensample to the many of God’s Loving Power and Grace. The loss of battles to win greater wars is a concept thoroughly understood by the likes of this Great Greek King and men of all nations. Controlling strength is in fact one of the greatest trained disciplines of mighty men to endure that which may destroy each of us in order to finish the race we must all run.

Am I allowed to protect my livestock, my family, friends and farm if threatened? Does this world through associated identity that Christian men will simply lay down when each of these or all are threatened? God did not give me courage, a backbone and the Will to stand in difficult circumstances so that I would simply comply with my own destruction or stand bye idly as my family faces similar circumstance. become pray to every strong character that enters my life. Yes, when falsely accused or when someone wants exercise that power over me or my family I am to do my best to live in harmony with all people. As a meek man I may not simply to allow you to consume my Family just because you can. The Lord will deliver us from all trials and perhaps the delivery he will use this time is my ability to stave off the wolves when they threaten the sheep over which I have been appointed shepherd.

I cannot remember the men and women who thought me weak then found themselves in conundrum realizing that meek is a false equivocation with weakness. Why would the Lord tell me to stand in Good Courage in His Word, at all times, and then counsel me to bow knee to evil that comes to terrorize? That makes no sense. If a man is made shepherd of a flock or family then he is given the responsibility for their protection and care.

Why else would a man study the hunting or defensive arts then refrain to utilize them to make safe his family and farm. The Lord has overcome the world and everything in it but this world is still driven by the hate and appetite of the fallen which wants to consume innocence and lay waste to every good thing. Steeped in that knowledge I must then prepare myself armoured in God’s Characteristics and plead with them to retreat when forcibly looking to take or destroy that which God provided. This is impoverished thinking to believe that a shepherd of God’s Sheep will simply allow any threat to charge in a take or potentially harm those sheep.

Do we despise conquest, anger and war, Yes Certainly. The Love of innocence and protecting the vulnerable however carries greater weight then remaining out of a fight when it comes upon us. When God bids I defend my Family I will do so with great passion and every ounce of prayer and strength. I will not hate my enemies and will forgive them and pray for them when the opportunity requires. But standing bye an allowing the destruction of those things God provides even if it were a bear, wolf or badger come to take them would be to devalue the gifts I have been given. I cherish the opportunity to live in harmony with all men extending the Love as God first Loved me.

This letter was received today from a Sister who has been walking with her husband in the Spirit within this ministry. I thought it a wonderful testimony to what God does with us as we continue to follow and abide in Him. Thank you Lord for allowing me to be part of this wonderful sanctification shared in this congregation. We are blessed by the unity You have shared with us. In Jesus Name may you be praised by the Joy of all who read it.

Dearest brother, thank you for your service to our country.  This Memorial Day we remember and honor all those who gave their lives for our country. And we think of all our military and vets and their families who made the decision to serve and protect our country so that Americans can live free. May God bless each and every one.

I hope you’re doing well and getting rest and not working too hard in the AZ heat. It’s beginning to heat up here in our home and of course the air is feeling heavy with humidity.  

Your last few bible studies have been most needed and appreciated.  Even the ones that were cut short were wonderful lessons.  Thank you for always giving us the truth in the Lord’s Word.  I always feel the Holy Spirit move me through your teaching.  It’s a wonderful thing, you’re such a blessing.  I have written down the names of many in chat and pray for them often.

We both practice taking our burdens and dropping the back packs at the feet of The Lord, and it’s such an amazing gift He has given us.  When we try and control certain situations, they either flat out don’t work or things get worse.

I definitely can recognize cues that will send me to despair, I can recover more quickly from it now because I Do recognize them and make a choice not to go there or stay there.

Thought I would share some of my Philippians 4 list and then update you on what’s going on with us. 

P4 List:

I have many animal and children videos, one is the one you posted of the little girl conducting the church choir – oh my gosh, that was pure delight.

It’s been a thrill to find that the peony roots I planted last spring are growing, I thought only one or two had survived but all eight plants have popped up through the ground and are getting tall, don’t think there will be any flowers this year, but I can wait for the blooms, maybe next year.  They’re one of my favorites.

And our magnolia tree is filled with blossoms, so beautiful and fragrant. My Husband picked one for me the other day. 

I usually go out into nature, to see those things that God created, flowers, a spider and his web, a tree, it’s so amazing and powerful that it makes me realize I’m a grain of sand and the Lord is so great, He has control.  I’m still finding crosses in the yard.  What’s amazing is while walking through leaves and debris and sticks in the back part of our yard on a little path, “The Dog’s Way,” stopping at a precise moment and looking down at that moment and seeing a cross.  

Holding hands and giving hugs, always cathartic.  

We don’t watch news on tv and will stop everything when we feel the need and pray, we do this more often now.  

Also, good old belly laughs about the most ridiculous things.  

We have our adorable little Dog that God sent to us – it’s impossible to see him and not smile – he’s the funniest little thing and the smartest little guy, he can steal your heart in a second.  He cracks us up when he tries to move his bed all around the floor to get it just like he likes it.  He usually likes to position it near the doorway and top of the stairs so he can keep a watchful eye on everything. We love him so dearly.

On sleepless nights from fretting over something, it helps me to watch one of your bible studies…I’ll just go back into your videos and pick one based on either my memory about one or just randomly pick one.  I always find peace. 

Love to watch the live DC eagle cam of Mr. P and Lotus (the first Mrs. was Flotus) and the new baby.  It’s amazing to watch them build the nest and sit on the egg, a job they both share and protect and feed the eaglet.  And watch him build up to his first fledge from the nest. I entered a contest to name the babies Honor and Glory in 2017 and they chose the names.  

Your sense of humor – makes me laugh and also wait for your grin before you sign off.  Also when you just bust into song.  I know I should say ‘burst’ but I like saying you bust out singing praise to God. 

Getting out the box filled with notes, cards and letters from the kids written to us when they were kids, funny and moving, so precious.

Singing hymns and listening to music.

There are many more I could list but these are some highlights.

We are both having physical difficulties as we get older…My Husband will be 70 in June.  It doesn’t do any good to whine about it, actually, a sense of humor is the most helpful with a side of empathy.  My Husband finally went to see about his hip which has been giving him a terrible time.  An Xray showed his left hip was bone on bone.  The DR told him to think about a hip replacement down the road.  He/My Husband isn’t ready to take that on right now and he doesn’t want to go near a hospital right now.  He is now taking something stronger than Tylenol but has to be careful of his stomach.

I was sick with a very strange thing I thought was going to be shingles.  I broke out on my right side, rib, waist, hip areas, felt nauseous, tired and just unwell but no fever.  A few days later, more break out on my right shoulder and down my right leg. It itched like crazy and looked like chicken pox, (had them as a kid).  I read where an adult could have a break through case of chicken pox or shingles…of course they’re closely related.  But definitely looked like chicken pox.  It all lasted about three weeks.  Still wonder if it can be related to being around people who’ve had the shots and boosters.  

My struggle will always be with my legs, they’re more prone to injury now since being damaged years ago. Several months ago…I was in a rush and climbed over a baby gate, (we leave up to corral The Dog when we go out) catching my boot heel, crashing to the floor landing hard on my knees.  Then damaging the back of my legs again, pulling the tendons from exercise and a treadmill that likes to stop suddenly.  It takes a long time to heal because there’s a fine line with doing too much and not enough. So I’m hobbling and struggling right now but grateful that I can still do things.  It also makes me have to slow down and have more patience.  Praying for healing for both My Husband and me.  My Auntie asks me how I can take my injuries so well and I say that I’m grateful I have them, it could be so much worse and I rejoice in that.  

To see the people at the Rehab center where I take my Auntie each week is so humbling.  This facility works mainly with amputees.  These people are fearless and committed, they want to walk again and work so hard.  They don’t want pity; they want help and guidance.  My Husband took my Auntie to her PT in my absence one week and became spellbound watching another PT working with a man whose legs were curved and bent inward.  He walked with arm crutches.  She had him going up and down a set of stairs which are about six feet in height, he made it all the way until he got to the very bottom, then fell hard.  It’s human instinct to want to rush to help and My Husband wanted to do just that.  The man said he was ok and told the therapist to just get him a chair, he could get up on his own that this happens all the time at home.  The PT wasn’t alarmed, she was calm and let him get himself to his feet by his own power.  My Auntie’s therapist said that it may have looked cruel to some but they welcome situations like that, as long as they know the person is ok, and that is where he needs the greatest practice. 

We are trying to fix up our house before we get too old, while we still have strength and stamina so that we can move to a smaller place with minimal stuff, God willing, with less upkeep inside and out.  We’ll be doing as much of the work (which involves a lot) ourselves as we can to save money.  I do pray God will give us the physical abilities we need get it done.

It’s funny, as we age together in marriage, there is somewhat of an additional kind of intimacy, beside the obvious of course.  We complete each other in different ways, he walks for me when I struggle and I am his arms when he struggles to lift them high enough to reach something because of his back.  When he has to carry the dog down steep stairs, I’ll grab the back of his pants and belt to make sure he has his footing on the top stair before he descends.  He’ll carry things I need to the car for me, I don’t even know he’s done it until I’m ready to go and will meet me when I get home to help me carry whatever is needed.  I’m not sure if I’m making sense or not and don’t quite know how to put it into words.  It seems like such small things but they’re not, they’re filled with love.  It’s hard to remember now when we weren’t together, coming up on 45 years this August.  I wonder if we’re starting to look like each other? : -)  

Getting older is interesting and sometimes scary when looking into a mirror and wondering where all the years went.  But certain things just really aren’t important now.  I have friends that do all kinds of things to keep looking youthful, eye lifts, botox, fillers, laser treatments on their faces.   I never have and never will, they can always look to me to see what they would look like without any work done, although I am starting to look more like their older sister now.  Hah!

We have drawn closer to the Lord and His word in these tougher times.  I know we ARE stronger now than we used to be and more patient to wait and trust in The Lord. You’ve been a big part in helping us with this,…and continue to be.

There’s been bitter disappointment and sadness finding out the truths and darkness of this world and betrayal by our own govt.  But our feet seem to be set firmly now.  I know I don’t crumble anymore at what I see unveiled.  I find that I will pray after reading a difficult piece or before if I know it to be so. I can still be shocked but I get over it much more quickly, I want the truth.  We’re waiting on the Lord’s timing for whatever and whenever things will happen.  I still believe there is a plan and God is using Trump for His purpose. I pray for discernment in things I read and people I follow.  

I’ll end here before this chapter becomes a book.  We think of you, pray for you and love you every day.

May God shower you with His love and bless you in every way. Have a wonderful day.

Much love to you,

To defend every thought, every question as if freedom depended upon it, is tiring. The Word Police randomly sample and content all speech leaving nothing to discussion, simple debate or reflection. Everything must be ironed out the moment it is said such that those around me have become silent not wishing to fight over every dangling participle or unrefined hypothesis. We used to sit around and throw things out there, ideas to be tossed around and made mature or useless by those reviewing, commenting or improving them. We have stopped working together, even now our representatives in Congress stay home most days and the bills that they put forward are never handled in committee debate but rather are hand delivered by pundits, PACs or lobbyists. They no longer need to verify their own votes even abdicating that august privilege to some agent or donor page.

Have we so strained the good will in America that now we are the owners of permafrost heart. Incapable of disagreement, unwilling to see perspective not our own and ill prepared to do the work of those who expect concerned thinking about important subjects. At least important to those who are being billed to pay for them. Slowly we wander into irrelevant spaces wondering why we have lost our potency and prowess. When to gain freedom and power we must make an effort to care about what others have said or are going to say if they ever get the floor to say it. There are changes that must be battled but simple poor manners may be changed immediately in the realization of their corruption. Time for a moral transition not some balance of budget but change of heart. Stop being mean for the sake of being mean and remember what honey brought you when the bleach never worked.

Intestinal gratitude and a little bit of cherry pie go a long way to creating a happy society. Not every one is going to get along but half the disagreements these days are conducted simply for the sake of the two parties having forgotten the modicum of good will that follows a bit of good manners freely given and accepted. Perhaps for once instead of labeling someone in pejorative we could pay them compliment or who knows maybe not start out every conversation telling each other how wrong we are, entering into certain debate and unresolved conflict. Have we lost all reason and knowledge with regard to simple good conversation? I am not condoning a sin session or party atmosphere in which to conduct good business but rather the preparedness of a good attitude and simple kindness may render in the most difficult circumstance or negotiation. Must we hate or is our tool bag so limited that the hammer is the only tool we’ve brought to the table?

Which Simon, what has he said and why pray tell must it be done without consequence of consideration? Blind members of the groupies that follow orders thrown down to people from balcony or parapet. Threatened by the mention of removing comfort that itself became the enemy. What then shall be done when God says obey yet your children are washed in filth, changed before your eyes and carried away as plunder to the plague?

We are an adulterous Lot, caught in salt pillory immortalized in our sinful lust of the eye to return and create Giants, demigods and embrace the whisper of mystery and pain. Shall the immortal call of a life without God win over the eventuality with which are gifted. Look twice upon my foolishness or fact and assign label to your quest or perish in ignorance. I would enjoy saying that it doesn’t matter your decision but each of you being precious to the Creator each one that goes the fallen route is taken with great loss by me and much larger by the King.

This is no longer a fast lap track in circles but one with import and consequence. Look to your steps and how they have somehow changed of late as each one taken away or toward is assigned weight and measure. I would love to tell you that things just don’t matter but the massive gravity of my words fall heavily from my lips that I may no longer deny their mass and legacy. This is the time of decision and pain, walk and remaking. The time when all things of man are reviewed, revealed and remade or torched in the eventual bonfire of humanity gone wrong through the deception of lurid sin.

Reluctant to walk away yet knowing that the words in my head and mouth were ill conducive to growth or encouragement. Not a thing of Political correctness, but a breath, a care a few moments spent in prayer readiness for the rub that certainly must come. Looking over the broad expanse of meadow a lonely sheep stood where the forest hill curved out of sight. What made me the recipient of God’s peace was not the simple, unending offer of its comfort but the understanding that I need it to be free from the man that was made in this world. I must be him, not me and the only path to likeness is accepting His powerful mercy, comfort and Love.

Star struck by the mysteries of frequent direction, guidance and hope as the Spirit Masterfully leads me into knowledge of Truth. I need not pursue it myself as a quest for some equivalence but rather simply ask and reveal my hunger for growth and life and all its accoutrement come simply. As child not in age or bearing but in manner thirsting for the next idea, I approach God in humble inquisition. What he delivers is never inadequate, always challenging and in its memory and equipping for the battles and floods of life. Equipped by the Master not by mandate but by a doting Father’s provision, when spending time in His embrace I am more than prepared for the seasons which come upon me. Why then would I chase after my own conquests, I want no Kingdom but service in God’s Own.

Of which salvation the prophets have enquired and searched diligently, who prophesied of the grace that should come unto you: Searching what, or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ which was in them did signify, when it testified beforehand the sufferings of Christ, and the glory that should follow. Unto whom it was revealed, that not unto themselves, but unto us they did minister the things, which are now reported unto you by them that have preached the gospel unto you with the Holy Ghost sent. 1 Peter 1:10-12