It is done he already won, let’s have some fun basking in the late day sun. They had their day and final say in every way they will hit replay as many times as it is okay. Time to transform not to some new norm or to conform to something they say is fuzzy and warm. We’ve won the war, not like before when it was a chore in keeping score and now forever more we know when, who and what for. Give God His Way, Listen to each and every Word He has to say, leading us to a better way, for rapidly approaches the day, when all will be forced to say, Jesus Christ is the Only Way, the Truth, The Life, The Lord.

Grab that sword warrior, don’t leave it on a two pointed perch upon the mantle for viewing. Pull it from the scabbard, blow off the dust and prepare it for battle. Open its pages and find the Truth exists therein no matter your turn or flip. Pull it from the hip or from on High it will shine like the brightest Star and cleave evil spirit from mortal soul, setting each of us free to gain our wits and grow our faith devoted to God as reaction to His faithfulness. This is the time for which each of us was made. Will we sit upon bench, run from the fray in fear of darkness or stand in knowledge and trust of the Light of the World?

None but the wicked wants war, but it has been thrust upon us by TIME. The time in which each of us was purposed to make choices and raise our voices to defend the character and purpose of that making.  Do you serve God? Do you serve man, some plan, some long term method of self accrual toward a retirement serving self? Is evil promising you power over the frail and innocent? Are you running a program that looks to fill your life chi storage with the energy of those who you were made to overcome? Do you believe that science will set you free from the reality pinging around the corners of your mind telling you that a Sovereign God must be escaped in order to achieve your long fought victory of self indulgence? Where will you find immortality? On the history pages of some manufactured tome? Or perhaps as a cyborg, born again through the replacement of mind with metal and bone with graphite appendage. What is the future you see and are you so certain that God will not be there regardless of your effort, sacrifice or loss?

We are not play things but the wonderfully and beautifully crafted workmanship of the Sovereign King of all universes. He does not waste breath upon chaff to create that which will be used to feed the furnace of recreation. Those who were born for Glory’s purpose will sometimes choose the other side and that which is unfruitful for God’s Kingdom will be cut off, cast out to feed that furnace of everlasting thirst. This is the time of our discernment for the judgment is upon us. No one knows when it is coming but to deny that it soon arrives in conflict with the signs just to appease your concern of facing those fire filled eyes is exponentially misguided.

Be what He made you to become. Recall that purpose in laying the foundation of Heaven’s Approach. Dust off those memories of His Calling when you yet to be a thing within the womb. Live this life to the fullest in preparation for the Next. In Jesus Mighty Name I ask you to have a chat with the King today about His Will and expectation. You will only be sorry if you don’t.

I see America waking, knowing fully that a few short months ago, most doubted this day and a vision of revival was ever possible. I see the Lord’s Spirit shining forth being poured out on the souls of mankind, leading the way through the darkness that threatened our destiny. I see America revived, shaking off the dark Winter’s shroud of wickedness, cover and camouflage of our deepest regret. I see hope in the eyes of children, who only now are beginning to recognize that there is a God who loved them and knew them before time began.

Hidden, tightly concealed from the cognition of humanity were the evil, parasitic deeds of those questing dominion over man. Covered, were the sins of our leaders, cooperating closely with the fallen to destroy humanity before it revives to find eternity in God. Dark are the hearts of men who have sold their lives to principality’s Promise of eternity without God. Untrue the feeble words with which vows are made that were never meant in keeping. Lost are the men who believed upon deception, having no other choice than the fear and sight to lead them. Exposed from the pitch, into the Light the Truth is cast for all to look upon in shame or delight.

Hope, born of reason and even when logic fails it remains chiseled into the foundations of the Universe. Dependence on something immortal beyond the temporary outlook of man’s simple understanding. Wishes turned material not for the prize of riches but the richness of the greatest achievement known to the history or future of mankind’s doing. So delightfully curious that it lured the fallen’s early celebration believing that Killing the King’s Son would deliver their Victory. Sacrifice of something perfect to permanently protect that which is misshapen with the hope that it too may be made right in sanctification. A future so bright it defies comprehension and would blind that mortal sight, reserved for new eyes in seeing.

These are the days of trials beginning. Wishing they go will only usher the pain in their continued realization. Preparation, not solely of material measure may only be found in the Practices of the Spirit man, armoured against the night by the characteristics of God. Stand with God against the dark defying the desperation brought on by impossible circumstance. Rejoice in the face of great pain, loss and tragedy demonstrating the fallacy of Fallen’s Promise. Filled with promise of an imminent return and judgment by Power beyond reason that may speak a man’s end. Let there be Light He said and it was. Let the Light subside He will speak to end them in their egoist idiocy. That which has been made may be unmade, an idea that escaped their comprehension.

Into His Arms I fall, upon His Mercy I reside, Knowing fully that it is the choice that each of us makes that separates me from others. It is humbling to admit that nothing of myself brought me to virtue, but virtue’s love for me that delivered me in passing. Thankful for one final attempt to bring America and the World from its deception aided slumber. We will see the Dawn of God’s New World, a place where peace rules and an iron scepter declares perfect justice indisputable by reason. We await a King. Is this Your King or one against whom you contend? I pray you call Him Lord and find us in the place of joy everlasting, but know that some will choose the devil’s passing. For the time being there is time remaining. As the moments ebb their sweetness increases, the value in each spoken word or kindness immeasurable. Find Hope with me today. Find redemption and relationship with the Almighty through Christ. Look Out to see the Abyss and Heaven’s Gate looming clearly for all mankind. Find that Joy that surpasses understanding in this dimension, given in God’s Preparation for our Eternity with Him. In Jesus’ Holy, Righteous and Mighty Name I pray.

She calls U.S., Lady Liberty, not the goddess of Columbia or some fated novella from a pagan ritual, but the United States of America. She has been accosted, bruised, dirtied and berated perpetually as decades of disrepair and neglect left her ravaged by the wicked throngs of time. See there were supposed to be good men standing out before her, protecting, guiding, encouraging and tending to her wounds and future. They were deceived as are most men by the sirens of self service. Leaving post to serve a desire or two and finding it fulfilling in the moment leading to a total abandonment of commitment, duty and fealty of something beyond the leverage of actualization. They had abandoned her for better things when nothing greater than bringing Glory to the Gifts we were given exists. We fell, to slumber, dance, dream and sawdust, the product of our capitulation. Gathering handfuls that were blown away by a stiff breeze we realized the depth of our calamity as we came to sudden abrupt deadfall upon Reality’s Bottom.

Though time breeds decay as things crumble, swirl, fall apart and entropy toward the low points some sparks are bread anew. Change ensues and man is awoken to the mishap, regretting the loss of time dedicated to her keeping. Men remember courage, write down there stories of honor, glory and song, once again finding it useful to display character for no other purpose then to honor God. We reached up from the gutter, dropping handfuls of dust remember the solidity and solemnity of fealty to an ideal. Not a Queen but a Lady for whom we waited. Not a God but a gift so precious that each time we reflected upon her wonder we saw the face of God and remembered acutely the Love for each of us. Attending to her she once again stood before us adorned in purity, holiness and a reflection of the Light of Love which made her. Not just work or tasks but Love was spent to sustain her. That Love shone brightly from her gown and could be seen reflection could be readily seen in the smiling faces seeing her so well kept and sure. Our Lady, This God bestowed Freedom knew too keenly the benefits of wisdom and shouted them to us as we approached each obstacle. Calling us forward in courage and song, songs of valor, surrender and sacrifice for those worth Loving.

Where to now she says as we tire upon the ramparts of her defenses? We look alive and turn to corner to be greeted by the night watch and men renewed committed to relief of those who have fulfilled duty. We have gone no where My Lady. Only to be rested and prepared for our next watch as duty demands our service, to Life, To People, To Liberty and Freedom. We have not yet given all though we hope to never give it. Be assured that Liberty will always be purchased with our sweat and sacrifice. And when desperate times of the innocent require defense we shall rise to the call offering our lives to protect them as you stand there in reminder of that debt we have proudly born. Where to, on to the Future of a nation which cares where it is going taking the appropriate planning and steps of navigation to remain on solid ground and remain unchained by tyranny’s hand. We are the men who cannot live without freedom, so death is preferable to loss of that Sovereign duty to protect what we know is greater than self worship. A land, A free land where we may worship God, own some land, live from God’s Green Earth and give back to those living alongside.

We were not meant for quitting, capitulation or non commitment. We are not indifferent many but the few who have seen the inadequacies of mob living and have turned our hearts and heads to follow Liberty’s gaze. We are the men who gladly take up the rake, pen, axe and sword as needed to keep her safe and growing Free.  The best things are easily lost and having seen the end so keenly we have repented to self, God and Country that as long as breath finds home within our breast, Liberty shall wave Free to taste the coming winds of seasons change. We were made for this Land and she for U.S. We are the men of Liberty’s call, Patriot’s dying to live Free.

Enduring. Filtering laughter from the components of misery. Climbing, digging, blasting, forcing, through sheer will and mastery the space beyond the obstacle. Letting God. Going with Him. Standing against winds or mass far greater than you own, withstanding the irresistible force in becoming the immovable object. Life. Well Lived. Loved and never given or sold for a bowl of soup, Sovereign Gifts meant for you alone.

What hold’s you back? What assails your thoughts in the darkness? Who is the harbinger of darkness associated with your dissatisfaction of purpose? What powers reside and what powers are boundless? Do you escape a prison designed to capture you for the length of this life? Physical freedom is not free, freedom to love beyond the constraint of man is free for the asking from God, Gifts produced which must be requested.

Are you frustrated and sleepless in not knowing? Does the dawn arrive with yesterday’s troubles? What have you left at Throne’s Foot? What do you refuse to give away or surrender to the Master’s Hand? How will you transform if it is a supernatural change you seek? What must be eventually yanked from the hand of a Child after repeated attempts to ask it be surrendered?

What is Love to you? A Nuisance an abject principle you’ve yet to comprehend or the sweet flowing salve of healing and purpose giving you hope when none be found? Do you owe God purpose or may you ride your own wave, follow your own path and leave a legacy entirely designed that others might glorify your passing? What then is the eternity sought? To be with God, understood, known, empowered, put to task, freed from the mooring of mortality.

This is the day of my tender understanding. Relieved by that which was never meant as my own burden, challenged by the work yet to be done for Kingdom’s Come. I don’t grasp but leave open hands that answers are given in due timing not my own. Outcomes are left to greater Mind than mine and circumstance disregarded as the enemy’s playground and deceptive tool. This is the school of my sanctification. This is the hill upon which I set fully aware of an eventuality based on Promise and not reality’s welcome.

Logic is confounded by Love and the one thing outside Time. God be with you always in abundance and familiarity. Christ even now awaits to the moment of His Return. For Love, For Righteous Reign, For Judgment, For Promise. In His Name I walk. Jesus, My God and My King.

Individual importance. I search the retinue of inventions, manuscripts, ideas, songs and mystery and found nothing remaining to give particular brilliance to my passage. All had been played, said, tested, discovered or renewed, leaving me feeling at first unwanted, then useless, then relieved. For if nothing need be invented, the pressure of my success has been eternally alleviated. My excuse complete I return to doing and producing absolutely nothing. In fact, I will do the world a grand service and consume as much as I may to provide purpose of tomorrow human’s. They will now have a purpose of re-provision that which I have turned to carbon in my passing.

What is God’s call but another responsibility from under which excuse provides me freedom? For I am no pious believer, looking down on a cadre of forgotten or “lost” men offering them my version of salvation when they appear entirely content in their self devised predicament.  Leave that the better men than I men of sacrifice, commitment and worthiness, who can convince themselves in their self importance that they actually do hear the voice of God, calling, calling, directing them to do that which is beyond our own capability and casting. No, God did not mean me when he laid out these edicts to be followed by all for we have already established I have no purpose. In fact, since everything has been done, that means that all this filling “heaven” work has already been conducted and certainly does not need a religiously handicapped man like myself inserting himself into the fine oiled machinery of salvation.

Nope, Dad was right and Mom even more so, never did amount to much, never had much and thus will have little regret when little results in well, little results. This big old fight for the world and taking care of people while building things and collecting memories while storing away treasures that is for the other guy. I prefer to vapidity, the emptiness of eternal hope, hope that someone will give me a sandwich or two to fill that emptiness in my vast resolve. Look, the struggle was too much and you don’t want me being a victim of LTSD do you, another diagnosed casualty of Life Traumatic Stress Disorder do you? I mean you already provide for all of my needs according to somebody else’s taxes, why have to owe me something else?

Well, I prefer to be the new thing under the Sun; the man who is so self-actualized that he need create nothing, do nothing, be nothing or declare nothing for it has all been fulfilled. In fact I have reached self enlightenment and you all are now free from the pressures of a world projection academy and the expectations it has placed upon man for thousands of years. No no purpose for me. No God prescribed nonsense about my tools, talents and assets being used for some Divine Purpose outside my own temporal comprehension. No I will leave that the deep Brothers and Sisters to contemplate. Let them have fates I am fated to wonder around finding someone else’s business to mind. I am mumbling the mantra of my own contentment, it goes yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah. Like I said Nothing new to see here.

But wait you say this schtick fulfills you and gives you new courage to face the day. Well, then I am happy being your savior. What do you need and how can I quickly fill your head with a bunch of motivational words on how to rev up and out to get this or that? What you need peace. Peace I got, two words, “Don’t fight”.  There’s peace easy peasy.  You too have been struggling against a burden created by the society you never planned to be a part of anyway. Well, change the rules. I mean that is what they did right? Maybe I can utilize this new found celebrity to write the book that will change you life and call it “Everything about Nothing” by me and some other guy who actually does the writing and editing so I can collect on the outcomes. I don’t know folks sounds promising. I think maybe there is space under this sun for my own little version of paradise.

Simple, sweet, that we should meet, love care and share. What separates us but the things we place as obstacle to constructive solution or relation? Is it fear that drives man to preserve the little from the many, shamelessly afraid that someone else will get my portion? Or shall I hoard, label and divide humanity into the haves and have none for certainly there will be some who lack strength of character, person or persuasion to gather even the essentials from tyrants like me?

How badly does it suck to be a homeless dude in Coronavirus land? What essential role do you fulfill that is conducive to man’s continuance. How will you be cared for by administrations who left you handly to the cruelty of concrete before you became an unwanted meter of contagion? They will be eradicated, assimilated, mutilated and eventually hunted for testing, prison or isolation as necessary procedure of maintaining the lines between the haves and ain’t gots.

Men are not damsels in distress of their own tragic manuscript. They have oft been cruel even to the point of disregarding or feeding upon their own young for power or preservation. Certainly there is merciful discord that governs the violations and unseemly character of man’s consumption? There is no such script, only the billions of waiting mouths and those who have determined them the obstacle between heaven and Earth. They crave elysium, the preserved, separate daydream extracted from the nightmare. They would destroy this planet to provide themselves political rhetoric sufficient to making them comfortable on the moon. Oh but that would require them giving up this planet when they have means to eradicate the unworthy or unwilling.

No, the cull is fated, timely, pursued as reasonable answer to the common question. What then shall the dividing line be. Taxes paid. Genetic Modeling. Some impromptu intelligence measure. Dress and hygiene, business acumen, language proficiency or perhaps the most annoying component of the lowly the belief upon a Sovereign Nightmare in God’s Trust? Do away with the gadfly as necessity to comfort and silence in politically manufactured nirvana of the hopeful. No More Sermons, bells on Sunday or nattering religious piety governing sexual freedoms.  Begone the restraining hand of God’s demand upon the behaviors of a man truly abandoned. They will find the labyrinthine path to their own reasoning, but in it we shall meet God’s Promise.

For this in purpose their pleasure roils. They measure their prison in desires contained. Well, by this the Lord has watched man flourish, for without governance, constraint. limiting this craven desire to consume all in our path would have destroyed man long before. Now, we shall see man’s truth in cruelty, as they will be left unrestrained by the modicums and the moderate voice of reasoned kindness and clean living birthed in God’s Word. They will be taken away, but not by the eradicating finger of man’s determination to live his sin’s fullness rather by the hand of a God who would protect them as the children He loves. Rapture shall be fulfillment of both sides plans, each fulfilled in a manner consistent with watching it all play out on the pages of heaven’s History. And they shall finally realize that we have never been in charge and rightfully so.

An environment where change is strange is typically conducive in resistance to God’s Will. Sanctification is a process. Therefore the transformation occurs as a measure of iterations in character modification over time. This predicts that a heart with penchant toward maintaining norms will invariably find itself in conflict with God’s pressures, calls and finally leveraged modification of our carnal attitudes toward the end state of Spiritual Significance. Short of it, if you find yourself opining for things to remain constant or unchanging you will no doubt find conflict with God’s intentions for your Spiritual Transformation.

What does that mean to me? That my love life though I feel comfortable wrapped in the symbolic adoration of the object of my romantic or friendly desires must remain transfixed behind the projection of my requirements. Or does it mean that in realization of God’s intention that I must never hold too closely to one feeling, one observance, one circumstance or life position that it inhibits or kick’s at the goads of God’s Will for my sanctification. Short, never love it too much that you aren’t willing to see that love grow or go away as an outcome of God’s Creative Work upon your life.

A journey indicates and demands action, not simply the movement of travel but the planning, organization and learning through evaluation and analysis that goes with every escapade. If I am physically, emotionally or spiritual transfixed at one benchmark or location then I will ultimately miss the divine opportunities a mile’s hence. Not to say that those trees planted in one spot grow the deepest roots but if God is constantly calling us to movement and we remain stuck in our desired position then most opportunity for miracle related Divine intervention in our constructive transformation will be limited or kaibashed by our reluctance to move along.

I dread being a vagabond. I dread the constant uprooting and living from a bag, but have learned in my spirit to embrace this as God’s intention for my life. Even to the point where when I carnally wish to put down roots the Lord cautions openly about this desire to stay put knowing fully that His intention is to move me along to the Dynamic schedule of Divine Opportunities awaiting. My carnal being craves all things to remain the same every day of this life until the end. My Spiritual being demands the opposite, fully and operationally determined to flow like fine, malleable-clay while being shaped by the Hands of the Master Potter.

I love you and always will, but must always move on to spread the seed of the Gospel as the Apostles did, continually moving to the next town, nation or continent that all might hear the Story of Glory and Salvation. With the advent of the internet and digital media this movement requirement has in some ways been diminished or inhibited by the comfort of reaching the entire world for Christ right from the living room web cam. However, one day of evangelizing or walking the streets in the Spirit of Almighty God touching the lives of the downtrodden and seeking provides ample evidence that this job has always been about the joy produced in the movement and introduction to new catalysts, new believers and experience designed as crucible for the growing Christians Spiritual maturation.  Complacency then resides as the greatest enemy to God’s greatest work within each of our evangelistic hearts.

Yes, you may find your perfect spot in a ministry that God provides in one town, one church, one hospital or one state. However, each time you venture to a new town or new circumstance you are reminded by the new experiences and diverse impetus provided in the world yet unknown. For me, and this may not be true for each of us, it appears that the reluctance to loosen my grasp on those things around me inhibits the rapidity of Growth. Kids are just lent to us for a number of years. Love is a gift given to us to hold and cherish for a time. After all this life is temporary, therefore all within it remain codified by this criteria.

Father, thank you for making them so precious that by nature I want to hold on to them forever. Thank you for showing me that is your heart for the world you’ve created and have provided the way to keep them with you forever. Let me fully understand the temporariness of all material, emotional and carnal things fully prepared to relinquish them into history for the sake of mission achievement for Your Good Will in my Life. You are the only assured and unchanging thing in this life, upon that rock my ministry resides. We love you and praise you for sanctification and appreciate its transformative nature, In Jesus’ Holy Name.

Holding this mic, it is easy to lose myself in the diatribe of whittling words, diminishing, shaping, dividing all that I see. The fear that leads such action has born allegiance to acrimony, the spoil of men who would be king but lack to charm, power or presence. What man shapes my thinking, well none but the God above? So in my actions measure, treasure and pleasure ought find itself ample to reflect the Glory that such relationship brings to the words of man. Which man am I to be driven by the spiritual things of mercy and grace that this pen within my grasp should record not insecurity but the tremendous fealty, admiration and defensive nature within my chest for all men?

This is not time for a spirit of conquest in hate. By any measure, that man or woman is easily found and purchased for the price of allowing them mantle from which to preach that dividing rhetoric. What is left in the wake of such mannerisms but destructive evidence of said nature? What is built upon the foundations lain? What pleasant odor emanates from the gardens of lilac they’ve planted in the fields of man’s sustainable provision? If I were such a man to talk you down from the perches you’ve erected, it would be only to consume you in the masterful mannerism of making you my prey. Which man believes in kill or be killed, let that man stand before God’s throne on that great day and give recount of his displeasure and animalistic rage. Which man stands and looks at his own position within the evolved component that man claims to have become and deems himself worthy of determining the end of any specie? No, there are greater hands at work that the survival of the fittest mentality displayed so handsomely for the cover of odd magazine. For in such there is no loving control guiding forgiveness of youth and apprehensive upbringing.

And if man be born or become by time or the times in which he discovers himself risen, what then do these time’s demand? Is this time for reasoned cruelty. Certainly men are teetering upon the brink of their own random and easily prompted destruction. Is it the call of man within this timeline to encourage such timely assistance? Is there division by which there is realistic determination of judgment regarding one’s own position in cast and culture to separate you from such masse? Has life’s provision better equipped you to face the time’s approaching questions? Is that the question of our time? Who shall be left to face the undetermined future and who should be helped to early grave? Who wants part of such argument for or against? And is that the defining componentry of man’s worth or wisdom is how to be in or out of this divisive determination? Do we even now see such men describing their internal mercy as being that which desires them to assist the less capable to find expiration as if such idea finds any equation with the merciful? Are the noblest few to look upon the less fortunate with plentiful disregard, believing themselves the appropriators of worthiness?

Am I that man who quests to fight the disrighteous dream of appropriating men? Does their cruelty carry such disappeal that it rubs askance my reason or sensibility? Do I find it wretched that men could make decision in viewing themselves greater or lesser than any man created by God’s Mighty Choice? No this mic, this moment is not meant for destruction or diminution but for regard of greater things than man. This is the time that calls for all to face our impermanence together. If mortality be our shared objective then what may be made of it collectively that each cannot individually resolve? Are we meat for others founding, the fodder or kindling for their approbation or enriching regard? Do I care what befalls other men, such that I take an active role in promoting the common good of all? Or shall they find no friend in me, seeking only my own devices, my own quest for a hand up to be found only in the groups of aspiration?

Is this an experiment in giving people the opportunity and watching them arise to the task with that appropriate and necessary elevation? Or is this a membership given only to the worthy, kept away from the undeserving for they’ve not pigment, speech or adequate blood of entry? Do the lowly get any decision in our worldly regard or simply by the provision of their poverty is their vote made nil? Yes, the times call for these questions answered, but none would ask for it defines their filthy insides. What pigment is necessary for inclusion well it most certainly should not be the festering blackness within the heart of the wicked who propose the demise of God’s favored. Am I that man to believe myself adequate in stature or station to determine before God which of His Created and beloved men or women are inadequate by measure? Oh, pray don’t let your argument dispose to contestation with the immortal Hand of God? I would have you reason in the spiritualist avenue of men’s apprehension, not be cut to quick by God’s rapier Word. For what does God know of our human folly or madness? What does Sovereignty share with those carrying the weight of the impoverished? That same argument, what has God to do with the likes of men?

Provision no less. The gift of Life no more. For which of us adores a certain child, niece or nephew who has not been given each by the hand of God’s benevolence? Did you create your wife? Did you give her affluence, perhaps? Did you give her worthy blood or bold station from whence to preach the inadequacy of common man? Is her intelligence quotient and her academic upbringing the products of your anticipation or rather those random and loving gifts given by the Hand of God? What then are your own treasures but blessings of Almighty? Did you not pray for the outcome of each battle, contest or mission? From whom did you expect good fortune? Oh, now I see the problem of your ill reasoned approach in lacking love for men of common nature. You prayed to those who would de-throne Almighty God, seeking stature here as opposed to hereafter. That explains the blackened heart. You would have me call you god that you might be the one worthy of making man’s decision for him. Well, God Almighty, knows your breast and your quest to dispense shame upon those whom He bestows loving grace and mercy. He is alive and has shared in our pain of mortality, having come lived and died upon the Cross that we might be set free from the prison your liege would have us enter. This man knows from where each of His blessings flow. If turning astray that provision is requirement for inclusion in your idea of immortality, then frankly it shall by nature be short lived for it lack within its planning a misconception. That misaligned thinking that somehow there is immortality outside the hand of God. Who pray tell has fed such folly?

Which man are you or perhaps am I? What man does this time call upon you to become? Are you by nature the destroyer, seeing it easy to bring ruin to all in your sphere? Are you frightened beyond performance, determining a small measure of comfort within your shell or avatar? Are you willing without direction having never been tested, taught or measured? Are you the Lord of all you’ve taken, seeing promise in the depopulation of your planet by lesser men? Do you feel something is owed you only for the line’s standing? Which man has the time chosen that you should become? Oh, you say that you are not simply sculpture that the clock has created and that you will act within your own direction regardless of era or circumstance? Bravo, I say, though I think you’ll find out somewhere along the road that there is a certain inescapable reality of the moment that will greet you. Are you the hero of this story or perhaps of someone else’s version? What are you building or taking away? What are you fighting, folding or avoiding in this ju jitsu match of life in America’s mad moment? What is your fellow man to you. Brother, nuisance, challenge, Friend or food for your conquests?

The joy of this moment is that if you fail to decide those definitions and decisions will certainly be self-proclaimed absent your investment or control. For these are times that define men not vise versa. Which man do you say that you will be? For we are becoming someone. Who is it that you want to be and what impact does God’s opinion have upon that outcome?

How complex is a child’s Love for their parent or Mother for that same child? Infinitely simple yet arguably more profound and a subject upon which more novels have been written than the atom itself. How simple is truth, a light switch that simply is or isn’t? How then realistically would those adverse to truth, struggle to conceal its simplicity within the shroud of complex jargon or academic eloquence? How then complex would their explanations become when asked that simple question, on/off, light/dark, true or false?

We fight for simple rights endowed by a Creator that we have duly expressed in an existence that is painfully and dynamically obvious by the Creation that surrounds each of us. We pursue happiness immediately designating an individual adventure seeking the things in one’s own desirous heart. Simple yet how much deeper and precise the psychological explanation of that simple journey designed to make something easily understood into a miasma of words, concepts and legalize.

Each of us needs food, water and protection from the elements to survive. Again the simplest understanding of something that could take centuries to explain in scientific jargon, equations and historical context. Do we need someone to explain to us each time we thirst how the water in infused into our cells and utilized by that cell to maintain a myriad of functions for which the water is essential? Do we need to know exactly how the plants utilize the water when they are watered in order to know that the water is a major element of why it will satisfy our hunger and feed our bones and flesh? Do we need to know the Hydrogen Oxygen bond within the molecule to be refreshed and have our thirst sated while drinking.

Who then would benefit from a consistent attempt to complexify the order of these simple things within each of our lives? Perhaps those looking for justification for actions that are unarguably wrong from first focus but when looked upon with the complex interaction of rare events somehow plausibly appear right? Wait isn’t truth and falsity one of those simple comparisons, easy enough to determine without deduction or induction? Yes, that is the exact point to the argument and the battle waging before us in humanity for the simplicity and the complexity of things. Those who do not wish to accept the watch/watch maker relationship must develop complex theories without end to explain away their desire to avoid the rules of the Watch Maker.

We know that this world is going the wrong direction. Each of us acknowledges that fact, yet having the same conversation with someone of a complex understanding and deep knowledge of ethical relativism the in-congruence of a world prone toward chaos is some how a good thing. Through Anarchy’s chaotic penchant they revel in the elusive absence of ministering principles the idea that all their pent up desires may roam free without accountability’s embrace. Their Scientist’s Preach Entropy as if they can measure the winding down of the universe and somehow encounter God in that factoring. Yet, even as they see all things winding down they hope not or prepare not for the calamity of unmaking, but rather for some Golden hour of their rebirth within the power of starts and night.  The foster; transhumanism, evolutionary humanism, genomics, augmentation of human organs, limbs and output, lift elongation through artificial intervention, freezing, mummification, ritualistic spiritualization, psyche-life force upload, all clearly complex methods of prolonging the simply end to a mortal life that faces all of us.

It is wrong to take sexual advantage of a child. You can argue into next century that some are more mature, ancient cultures cherished this, their life force coupled with yours produces and energy achievable by other means. These are all bold faced calculated attempts to complexify the simple. I am sorry that you do not believe in an after life and that this life to you is the end of your existence and frankly the end to any of your worldly pleasure pursuits. You may not prolong it through evil or complex attempts to reverse or circumvent God’s mechanisms of control over His Creation. I know that you desperately must find another way around the fact that we all die and face our Maker. I get it you do not in any form want to be in front of a Maker you denied and did everything to anger or disobey, but those are the simple facts about this life. There is one way of escaping this facade of complexity you are chasing and that is to repent of your sin, cry out to God for forgiveness and surrender your hand and your heart to the eternal life He has promised all who accept that merciful offer.

It is simple. It has never been hard to gather, grasp or comprehend, yet even now I see in your eyes it escapes you. I am sorry that you have to make the world a complex and difficult journey. There are other answers that do not require alternate reality to comprehend it all as it really is. I pray for you that you see the simple truth that sits before you, In Jesus’ Precious Name.

Who needs mercy, you or is it always reserved for me? Does God in His infinite understanding observe this pitiful man and find all of His concentration captured by the Will to see me drawn to righteousness by repeated ill-deserved mercy and grace? Have I slumbered so in the explanation of all that is Holy and Pure that He must reserve extra daylight hours to my instruction, that someday I might be found an exception to His Wrath? Do my never ending prayers evoke God’s Direct counsel, establishing through intervention in this doubtful, perhaps impossible task, that there is hope for this dying world?

When, if ever have I passed by my own reflection in the shallow pool, to look upon the worlds’ need? What grace have I if I alone am grace with it’s mercy? Seven and half Billion People and the clock begins and ends with my whimpers and cries for solace? I think not said that man who tired of his own requests for mercy to the point where listening to any of the other billions would be a greater blessing that personally bestowed intervention. What must begets my pity? What harm arouse ire? What daylight dreams pass from tranquility to material and demand I stand with sword in hand and Spirit in Mouth fighting for the Lives of Others?

The Muse in Mercy’s reflection is truly knowing who God is, was and is to become and continue becoming beyond the edge of storm and tomorrow? He ponders their surety. He master’s their patience set against a world that He developed specifically that it might thrash them beyond capacity for their withstanding. He is their inspiration, their quest for mercy as He hands them at birth the challenge durable to destroy each of them without hope, a hope that they alone find in Him alone. He is their muse to mercy. That point where they realize their worth lacking, crying out to the impossible, the intervention of an unseen hand of faithful resolves so ominous that each of the billion and one half awaits it, can find no peace without it. Who then demands mercy, Him? Who then requires it none and who of us needs it, every thing that has breathed His Breath of Life?

Asking is receiving, needing is not requiring, but wanting, passionately wanting with guile, and hope and humble acquiescence, the Breath that restores mortal conquest and breeds the seeds of immortality. Where am I on this ladder of the deserving? Why the very first wrung, below sheep and artist and babe left to cry in darkness, for that is the way of a shepherd to stand the night in honor as pledged shield while God awaits their heart. He stood for me and continues to sleep across the open gap while I am wandering often aimless in the short grass of my contemplation. For mercy is not found but finds us where we are, exactly where we are not where we’ve tried to be, believed to be or told others and ourselves that we wish to be. It is the moment, it is the starvation of belly’s call, the blood ebbing from the wound needed attention the lost breath in lung as the last tree branch knocks it from our lungs, falling lifeless to the ground.

There are no requirements for mercy yet all receive some manner of its touch, for this is the character of God, which all that are loved are given. Do we ask for fear of no answer? Do we pray for thoughts of self reliance? Do we gather never having known winter’s bite? What then cries mercy fowl? Who then denies its sovereign hand beneath the falling visage? Shall it cradle my cries, why yes? But alas Lord let me lie in faith knowing, certain, sure of thy mercy. Grace give it to them who have grand need that pulls tear from my eyes even now in the midst of my displeasure. For you have loved me enough to see just how much you are in love with all of them.

Jesus, My King, My Salvation, My Redemption, faith and cure. Amen.