What weathered days and wind drawn nights stand against the loss of a man’s heart? What light deprived in sooty dark that befriends him in identity forgotten? What promise keeps him sturdy, what righteousness makes him crave that which is good? What is America without freedom? dead

From this wondering in our own misunderstanding never established an identity but that which the world assigned, we were babes. Then He Spoke and awoke within the whisper of a Father remembered before our time began. That Loving Voice of Creation shaping us for purpose and design

I aroused them from slumber and we watched as they ransacked our world from our hidden perch. Our Church, our school our fields and Work all reduced to ash while our silent tears flowed through the mask of fear we obediently dawned. Pride, what pride we had withered and blew away

What Am I that I may lay claim to creating? This body, heart and designated passage are none of my making. How then may I lay claim to the mastery and lordship of my own determination? I do so only because the Father of life bequeathed each of us the choice to become or withdraw.

What of the many who do not see the worth and praise found with freedom, Liberty and love? Do we force them into the light, re educate them to the practical, enlighten them to reasons pause? They would push us over hasty furrow with relief at our passing. Isn’t that Our Puzzle?

Will we the designated Shepherd the stewards of marsh, field and mountain defend her from pillaging barbarians? Will she be held pure in morning’s light or shall we leave her to their lust and will and demanding appetites? These are the children of darkness who shall kneel to Him

What is that impetus that brings a man to claim, Enough? Is it the torture of another, seeing their freedom’s stripped that kindles the desire that thrash the wicked? Is it Jesus outraged at the wicked and their brazen misuse of God’s good blessing that forced us from our chair?

There must be a Test of my faith to determine its surety. Do I place my hands, my life, my praise my worth in God’s Will and Judgment or do I seek safety at the sake of faith’s passing?

I am safe. So what that I know 400 thousand children disappear for consumption by those with whom I work, those I pay to entertain, those I voted to lead this righteous Nation where our children are the reason for defense. I am safe. Until I must face mirror or the voice of God.

I pray with all my heart that the cruelty that has been done to these children is the catalyst for human demand of Change. No more political banter, no more rhetoric to establish King and Crown. The removal of that behavior from within U.S. Supervising it’s death for all time.

Have I upset your personal plans you carefully designed path to the castle of your Eye’s design? Sorry, A man cannot both live to please other men and serve God if there is slightest conflict. And in this case the world has gone far asunder of God’s Will there is no common ground

I would rather die by God’s Will through a virus that he has allowed to capture my last moments then to be freely muzzled and never know the sweet air he gave me for to breathe. For that LIFE IS FEAR and giving to fate, luck and aligning my self with the world in enmity With God.

I was not made to give up, nor to acquiesce, nor to stand bye as innocence is diminished, lost or destroyed. That is not the stuff of my construction. If you want to lose America, that is your choice, but as for me I will Serve the Lord God and He gave U.S. this freedom to defend

I was made TO LOVE Him with all of my spirit, soul, character and person, beyond the controls of Time’s constraining hand. I was made to Love you people that He created, seeing in each of you, his Likeness. This life is not meant to be wasted but Lived in Abundance til afterlife.

Regret are those things left undone that should have been ventured. How is this life measured but that fulfilled component weighed against that which we never put to plow? This is our pregnant moment where we may miserably fail or beyond odds gather the Prize of Life lived Fully.

The question remains Good People; Is America a thing worth remembering not as a thing of man’s distant past but as the thing that compelled U.S. to give it all on today’s field that we might preserve it? The remember it we shall as the time of our testing and the answer we found.

Have we no courage in reserve? Forced by circumstance to review that which dwells inside our hearts we find ourselves incapable, unprepared and indifferent to the tasks of self preservation and Freedom? These days shall not be my master for we will fight whomever brings challenge

Do you enter a war that you are certain of victory, then you are a tyrant seeking the conquest of lesser men. What do we gain when we are fighting to save our way of life? We gain honor and true understanding of our character as we seek to preserve all that is precious and right.

If you ask shall we simply look away as our honor, our storehouse and history are pillaged that some new Lord shall make his home comfy in the remnants of our fervent past. What will it cost to comply? Well everything. What do I lose if I battle against superior odds? The Chance.

This shall not go well for those who have taken financing from the lofty few to bring about a forced change that is unacceptable to the majority. For money does not fealty purchase but rather the extended musings of actors, servants, the thespian opportunists with hand to mouth.

It is not the wisdom within my own brow that I review the path lain out before us. It is to Almighty God who knows all that I have taken rest and a search for answers beyond my own reckoning. When faced with greater power than thy own. The choices are surrender or God’s Petition.

We have been forced into a corner for too long now with no exit, no safety and and overwhelming force pressuring to use the dagger reserved in our belt upon ourselves as only remaining option. But they have forgotten the ferocity of trapped men, they have forgotten American Will.

Do we truly believe that this Antifa/BLM Rioting and uproar, threatening the peace and normal conduct of our Republic is the intention of those of the least political authority? No these are the machinations and maneuvers of that small percentage of America manipulating the rest.

Dusting off the book cover, sitting back into your chair running your hand through and pulling your hair back to as if to straighten your memory, you look into the eager eyes of your Grandson and prepare to answer one of the greatest questions he’d yet offer. Papa, where were you when the world came down?

For a second you ponder the days and nights of worry and concern, for in the emotional memory pictures pass across your field of vision. Flashes of mystery, fear, revelation and impatience remind you of the days when the world stopped making sense and what order was to be found came from within. The days when those things we had taken for granted caught up to us and we found ourselves fighting for the simplicity of a normal American Life.

The coffee tastes bitter but dark, warm and creamy as your tongue began to digitize the words. You hesitate not for fear of mistake but in the realization of importance, how desperately essential this discussion could become. A deep breath, another sigh and his fidgeting tells you that, to him a lifetime has gone bye waiting upon your response.

You begin with what had been forgotten, for in order to preserve our Freedom we first needed to remember what they were. You see we had lost sight of the price of complicity and acquiescence, giving way to comfort when the maintenance of such crucial things like Liberty, Justice and a way of life demanded struggle. “The words sound right when you say to him, “We forgot who we were”. And from that one small memory the truth emerged to fill his waiting wonder with the truth of how we survived the loss of our True identity.

Truth, is what is lost when all seek their own fulfillment. For someone must lie in order for everyone to get their own way. And in the loss of truth trust and hope diminish for who may count upon the certain when all must be questioned in order to survive? We had become separated from the foundation of God’s established footing. The basis of all understanding that we once found assured, now absent, left us reeling for explanation and wisdom as they fled with a sense that had once been called common that was now in short supply. We had forgotten in seeking God we found the tools of discernment and clarity without which we were now left to our own understanding. Some men had a dark view of this life and in that consuming dark we nearly lost it all.

For a moment you realize it is good to have the danger of loss or for that the matter the fragility of life which somehow makes the fight necessary. When nothing is precious life simply passes bye. Looking into those young eyes once you remember why you battled finding courage to defend those you found dear and the world, the life, the breath you held so dear. In our complacence we had treasured all things but that which was most important the fact that life itself is its own meaning.

You surprise yourself in memory of the aspects of Independence, liberty, freedom and the American Resistance to tyranny. The story flows as you remind yourself of a path worthy of our travels and you see his excitement as you tell him the numerous opportunities where we nearly lost it all. You see it matters and those things that truly matter are the verve of life, the joy hidden among the normal, the fact that vanilla is delightful in its simplicity and chocolate divinely complex.

Now came the difficult part where you had to explain your own struggle with hatred. Hatred of the faults and wrinkles of other men. You painted a picture that sat strongly on your empty stomach reminding you of how you once believed that other men were wrong and you alone right. You once believed men inequal. Not something you were willing to admit easily, especially in explaining now to this young man your recalled the dangers of that self reflection. For in the establishment and rigidity of our difference we found the seed of our own destruction. In our darkened hearts we believed ourselves right and them wrong a position from which no accord his found. How we found our way beyond that day required a return to our beginning. Not the beginning of a nation though in those proceedings we viewed the same truth, a return to our creation at which we realize all were created by the same hands of God.

Your forgave yourself and the ugliness passed from within you taken thankfully by God’s workmanship replaced with a respect for creation in finding relationship with God. The wounds long ago had healed leaving precious scars as battle reminder for most wars are fought on the broad battlefield internally without the shields and swords of war. You became a man prepared for liberty as it has always required that contrition as it demands equal regard for your fellow man’s hope and dreams. Without equality all men perish for preservation of their singular desire. Absent willing, volunteer surrender of self actualization at the expense of our neighbor, liberty remains beyond our grasp. For these are the things of evolution, where man puts aside himself for the sake of fellow man.

The smile upon his face told you that you’d achieved a victory. Understanding showed its light upon his cheeks and for a moment you saw the man to come, contemplating the complexities of his own existence. You saw the questions forming upon his brow and thanked God for the chance to share with him how precious a treasure it has always been to be an American. Taking a sip, you whet your mouth in excitement of conversation to come.

Do we seek Earth shattering revelations from our relationship with God? Or is it the slow, steady and timely progress of transformation and sanctification that we pursue? This sensationalism of unraveled mystery within the faith and some predictive prophecy is alluring but it is truly the intention God has for the faithful?

Many seek excitement, where there was meant to be duty, work and joyous realization of impact and affect. What is it that we are looking for from a deeply, defined relationship with Almighty God? Is is personal authority and power, as the sorcerer Simon? Or are we content to be the servants of that small quiet voice’s direction in Kingdom establishment and comfort to the those in need?

This world develops some grand expectations of Christianity that we end up buying the teeshirt and expecting to do some grand thing for Christ, instead of simply listening to God and volunteering to His plan for our lives. The expectations game is often a stumbling block to growth within the faith as we believe God may ask us for the moon and He really only wanted us to serve locally. We ought not be driven by the world’s expectations or even our own with regard to a plan that is specifically God’s to tender.

I know what He has asked of me and it is beyond what I can personally accomplish without Spirit, but it is not some save Israel, deliver the nation type of requirement. Rather I find some grand measure of contentment in the fact that my duty for the King is basically that of the average disciple, Spread the Word, Love God and Love the People He Created, looking skyward in expectation of His Glorious Appearing.

It is impossible for me to predict what He would have for you to do, your purpose. It is essential to find this on our own as we grow closer to God, for most often that purpose lay within the trials that each face in its pursuit. This world has no understanding of God’s Wisdom, spiritually rooted application nor fealty to the hereafter, it simply wants now or wants treasures saved for a time of limited earnings. The complexities of God are beyond my understanding but available for me to attempt. For in the stretch and search for that comprehension we begin to see the evidences left along the way to assure us of careful, precise and timely planning designed specifically for each of us.

May you be challenged in the pursuit of God’s Intention for your Lives, such that the journey becomes part of the destination. In Jesus’ Name.

Time it winked at me as it flew bye

Finally knowing the twinkling of an eye

The day had come for things to end

Or night arrived for them to mend

In Truth we find what we believe

As proof of all which we conceive

In heart the Word neatly written square

The Hope of God residing there

Come life, come power, come peace at will

To dream, to watch, a memorable thrill

When His unfolding Plan I saw

I stood there leaning in resounding awe

For simple word failed to express

The finite end to hopelessness

In dance I found the steps to fly

In tears I found the will to cry

For this world had forgotten the reason why

And the purpose for each man to die

To Him begotten our return

That moment for each in which we yearn

So small the candle that we have to burn

So sweet the words and prize we earn

It is a simple pragmatic debate yet we complicate that we not be forced to make decisions regarding its elements. You agree energy can neither be created or destroyed it simply changes form. So the energy, electro magnetic or other force that inhabits a person known as a living departs when that person takes his last breath. Again agreed. The simplicity of our debate is not that there is an after life for the Spirit leaving the body either remains a dissipation of that organic spirit floating around endlessly, is absorbed by some attractive force that collects that Life Force, transforms to another type of energy to move into the collective reserve of energy making up the universe, is recycled into another living being to face the temporary aspects of life or goes to be with a superior being that I call God who takes that force, transforms it and turns it into an advanced version of you to live for immortality for His Good Purpose. So the question is not that but where our force will spend eternity.

May I inquire? It seems so complex a thing to take from the reservoir of energy a smidgen and incorporate it into an organic form that is preprogrammed with personality, talent, purpose and longevity. Forgive me for asking but it seems like a lot of trouble to go to if this is simple process of giving and taking a plasma cloud of force to be returned to a reservoir following some particular passage of time. Doesn’t that complexity in itself imply some truly creative thought and power beyond our simple comprehension of life in whatever form?

So since this is a simple argument of not will your spirit last beyond your existence then it ought be simple answer causing you to make a simple decision regarding your belief as to where you feel your Spirit goes when you expire? Simple Right? Then why do we fight over this, struggle over it, have fifty thousand different explanations of this process? I mean if it that simple shouldn’t that decision be simple as well? Then why is it again so complex to the point where many people do not make that decision until lying there waiting for their last breath? Again the argument is simple the answer complex, which when complexity is present implies intervention by a complex thinking.

I would propose that we want this to be a simple answer and science reduces it to something as simple as 1’s and 0’s yet we are forced to struggle with this because if the complex appearance of our existence does in fact indicate the intervention of a superior life form in our creation, then it is not a simple decision to be made lightly. I pray that you are forced to struggle with this complexity and in its difficulty you see God’s Masterful Hand such that you are forced to investigate Him and test the Grace He has offered to all.  In Jesus’ Name.

Matter, the tangible part of the universe, but have you ever considered that space is so much larger than the mass of pebbles within it? We move about in our skin suits at any time displacing or taking up a finite amount of the seemingly infinite space between us. Does the space flow with us, does it give way or break as an opening envelope to allow us to enter in to that space? Does the space control us since its outline defines our area of occupation? What happens to the space when we leave it does it a have a visitation memory, is something of us left behind whether physical, spiritual or simple energy signature? Who controls the space if the space is the platform in which we reside? It must be maintained just a matter is maintained? Is space made up of dimension, time, particles, waves, plasma or nothing as this temporary life would have us perceive?

If at any time this life may be taken from me and by signature or by absence of signature my stuff, in all of its dynamic mass and location, suddenly become the property of a designee, then am I not in fact simply borrowing and using the stuff for a period to time only to transfer that lease to another? If things are finite in life then my ownership by that temporary existence is also limited, timed, passing. What of the Love that I have received of God or Woman or Child? Does that emotion linger beyond my passing? So my memory, my kindness, my deeds the memory of my love transcends my mortal existence? I see now why it is more powerful than my things or my occupation of space over which I seem to have very limited say and control.

If the memory or the truth in impact of a soul’s passing are the Love, hate, kindness, derision, joy and upset that make up a person’s reputation and character are those things of our property that exceed our mortality, then why don’t we pursue them with the same lust that we possess the tangible marks of matter? Is it miscomprehension or is it a conscious effort to hold on to the temporary knowing that its fleeting measures of ownership makes it indeed more precious to someone thinking this life is the end? And do those tangible materials become less precious to a man confronting immortality in faith?

What of losing one’s life for God and Country? Is that a waste of this pursuit of temporary lease upon the things of life? Or since it is the greatest expression of love and sacrifice for the good of our countrymen and mankind does its value transcend the preciousness of matter? That is an unusual perspective that requires me to inquire of the richest man of Midas wealth that is approaching one hundred years on this planet. Does that person think themselves their lives more valuable than the man who died at early age having given his life for God or Nation? Doesn’t the simple lost opportunity to pour out love upon their family and neighbor further impact the treasure of such life?

If life matters then it is because of that value that we construct laws to protect it, encourage it and foster that vault of intangible measure of one’s precious existence. And if so then there can be no more snuffing of life before it takes shape or denial of life because the cost is impractical, for the greatest treasures of such and existence may be the love and kindness yet given or the hate yet expressed. What we are seeing now is a terrible misunderstanding of the value of life versus the pursuit of extended lease upon the things wrapped up in it. When will we awake and is that wakefulness improbable without an understanding of life’s value, temporary or eternal? Does Life Matter to You? Well Does It?

It matter to God so much so that He stepped into our dimension in the form of a man that He might personally intervene for You, to buy you back from eternal separation from Him because of the first sin you created. That is the pinnacle of a valued life having been given in Love for Every Man, Woman and unborn Child ever designated for passage through mortality. Life is the training ground that leads to immortality for all spirits last forever. The question in our valuation always comes down to the location that we reside throughout that mortality. Either With God or separated from Him Forever. This life’s value depends entirely upon what we think happens beyond it. For if this is the only thing we have we will live for the temporary extended lease program and if we embrace eternity then the things we do in this temporary form have much greater value than the things we have or the space we have occupied.

Jesus Loves you. You. I pray that you know what that truly means.

Regardless of my wants for America, Communism is being thrust upon us. It is the long result of neglected stewardship of this nation by its rightful managers, Christians. We got caught in the world, though warned against consistently, we forgot the reminders, the studies and the time spent with God in His Word and Prayer. The Price is always the same, being sold out to Pagans who rush in the through the open gate to fill the vacuum left by our negligence. In this instance the worst has occurred they found our children ready and waiting to grab hold of any new ideology that promised them wealth, power, fame and regard amongst the worldly. They are not of this world or so we thought to tell them but never got around to it, so, in the midst of fury they stand with man guarding their treasures and destroying the weak, vulnerable and unprotected as a symbol of the Human Savagery.

Communism developed by the Illuminati families developed to be used as a psychological battering ram against the faith of our people, promising them community, collectivism, egalitarian regard for all, leaving none behind. It certainly is a lie that has been proven in their previous experiments but while we were sleeping they stole our mission statement and sold them to those disenfranchised by our failure to embrace power, the power of God’s Holy Spirit to feed the poor, heal the sick and father the lost. Communism a blank regard and belief in nothing for the sake of everything with absolutely no history, success or reward to show for it, yet our young people clamor to hear its passionate salesmen. Communism the blunt, uncaring instrument of a war without war, brought to bare on unsuspecting people who should have been discerning in their walk.

What now comes from this battle for the minds of America in a tight-fisted struggle for the hearts of men, is in God’s Hands. Perhaps we can turn to Him now, in that knowledge, imploring that He intervene, promising a turn from our sins that He may by change hear our humility and turn His face to US to heal this land and restore our Christian Stewardship to a nation meant for His reign alone. Father, we know that you are there. Here am I Lord send me, send me into the fires, the valley of the shadow or the deep to due thy will. For without you Lord we see our end. Lord save this nation. Give US all a passion and realistic understanding of your word in faith. Capture back the hearts and minds of those having been sold an alternative. Let them know the Peace and Passions of Christ. For it is your name that we call ourselves American’s those with No King But Christ. King Jesus, My God and My King.

Why should I take note of anything that the enemy does or attach emotion to circumstance? To do so allows the enemy control, avenue of influence within my psyche to manipulate my thinking and regard. However, when my enemy does something so impacting, so insightful, so declarative as this step which has just been taken it demonstrates a belief, a knowledge a regard for Biblical Scripture that sometimes is difficult to discover in believer’s conversation.

Today, they came out with their prognosis that we have entered the Season of God’s Return. Here it is look upon it and see if it sings clearly to you of the same timing within my own Joyful Heart; https://unnwo.org/ They know that time is short and have proclaimed a confirmation, belief and clear declaration that Biblical Prophecy points to Jesus Christ and that all know the Truth of God.

What then should be done on my part if I not emotionally influenced by this declaration? Should I consider it deception? Possibly, taking a Barean understanding I should enter scripture and ask for the Truth to be given in light of the attempted deception. Maybe I should ignore it as ploy to declare themselves more powerful than they ever were? Perhaps I should pursue it and investigate this 2030 plan and 2050 resolution then match them up with the Word and see the consistency? Or maybe I should do what I am doing right now in understanding that the enemy has always known scripture and known that the time was short and do my dance because it flat out means Christ’s return is nye upon us.

There are many who have dodged making the decision for against Christ because they continually pointed to the conspiratorial concept of prophecy. They rested comfortably in a belief that nothing real could be so absurd as the idea of an Anti Christ, marks of the Beast and One World Empire, Religion and Commerce. They proclaimed us fools for even discussing such possibility. Where is their demagoguery now that this proclamation is no longer sourced by Christians confirming Biblical Prophecy but now being declared by those who have champion One World Ideal from the outset? Where is their comfortable safe and happy place where they may dismiss ideas as foolishness when having been made concrete in this reality?

I don’t know but I’ve been told. A rhythmic statement that begins all of the company marches marking time to set the standard of oxygenation for the troops, aligning footfall with Catcall to combine disparate energies to one solid focus. Well, we have now been given the rhythm with which to begin our march toward eternity and the Coming King. If the enemy believes themselves capable of producing this New World Order now then it ought act as indication that the Season has arrived. For this enemy has always hidden in the Dark and now feels compelled to step into the Light for all the world to see. They no longer fear our power and authority for they know that the restraining spirit will be removed in the near future giving them what they have always wanted the ability to make war against the saints openly in a world that cheers them on in its destruction. Make no mistake they will choose the anti christ and the destruction of the body of Christ for they will powerless and choiceless to do otherwise.

God Bless this world and may all of those who hear Spirit’s Call to Eternity make that decision today while there is still time to proclaim His Name that others may Join You.  In Jesus’ Mighty Name I pray.

Perhaps an idea held as counter to the odd feelings of being alone? Combat and concrete evidence against the empty, fearful feelings of vagabondage. Yet, the highest calling is this detachment from the solidity of mind to the fortitude of Titanium Promise. This is the lie of mortality, that it have ever been immovable, unshakable, timeless. In fact that deceptive nature leads to more odd faces at realization than any surprise, mystery plot twist. The true strength is the relentless pursuit within the realm where emotion is awry, tangled, bunched, uncoupled and severed from all but that small quiet voice leading you on with certainty, power and promise.

This world could not offer what my heart sought. Dwindling feelings, bored or transformed indifference surrounded by changing and limited love. These are the temporary things of carnal capacity for within this dimensional comprehension there is nothing beyond the horizon but dream or an unknown tomorrow. And in that finite quandary every relation faces the constraint of diminishing seconds pressuring division, counseling divorce, arguing change of heart and mind. For finite worlds produce nothing infinite with which to frame our sentences, nothing beyond the realms and construct of time from which we may choose immortal things, ideas and relationships. Only in infinity may we truly play for keeps.

What lock me up, well only for twenty or thirty years may you make me captive after that I am freed to the cosmos of God. Torture me or beg me hold on to you in promised love. I am sorry to promise only the time that I have left in this dimension, til death or a watered down version of virtue separate us in time. Steal from me this life, I will still awaken tomorrow to a day without end. The promise and practice of perfection is to bring something of the heavenly into this realm that it be seen by precious few and adored. That things beyond tonight transform us from normalcy into a rare form of cognoscenti. This is the joy of today that it be valued in eternal context, measured quantitatively by numbers exponentially so large that they defy today’s logic. A window into everlasting and whisper of permanence a breeze across the Frozen Rosen Bridge of Time, space and continuum.

Yes, battles won bring momentary victory and the pleasure of smiling faces let go of their circumstantial captivity. But it lasts but a moment then plunges once again into the depths of despair brought on by challenge after change after affectionate expectation. This is the place where dreams come true but never last, but the fleeting moments of the sparkles falling to the ground. How do these moments, these wars, these changes, this emotion and victorious transformation of my heart effect the timeless life beyond this verse? That brings the flavor the depth of fine cabernet or pomegrenate as it is remembered and enjoyed as a memory to be carried beyond this to hereafter. The treasures of this world are things, loves, wins, and losses bound in memory that may not be stolen but relished across the fields, valleys, dimensions and galaxies of time.