As they twirl about my head the thoughts no longer trouble but seek to coalesce. No trouble sleeping, breathing easy the dreams of slumber’s unmasking. Whether nonsense or real the images projected across my resting mind clarify the drivel in the mist. Realizing the power in shades, honoring light as they do, some make better camo than others. The degradation of excuse’s option leaves me naked to the cold, burning imprint of Reality’s centrifuge. I am lain bare.

Unforgotten rarity of moments from which peace may prosper. Downside to resisted war that resolution marries self-control and devotion to compromise’s co-opted influences. Where then shall I park this vehicle of hate that is so tremendously productive in misery’s cause. Shant God allow me to resemble that which has fallen and rides among us, shotgun? These are not dreams but putrefied nightmares frozen plasma into the glossary of fate’s trauma. Gone are the rotten things of wanton desire, passing for noble dreams, replaced only by Glory’s Grandeur. Ah, rest and fealty a mixture made from organic life resting on conservative reason.

They want to know all answer, when even part shall split asunder the atom’s glued together. Wisdom is not key to the entire universe but rational in appetites for knowledge, gloom and pleasure. A skeptic measure of the content reserved for man’s understanding. Day’s undertaken without shield to tympani or chalice are best spent in resolve, restored and replenished in fearful contemplation. Is this a Spring moment for answers to flourish and ripen in the sunshine of rounded epiphany? Or the tawdry, tiresome testimonies of winter’s promise to keep silent the treasures of mourning? What lay before us in star’s proximity? The leisure of universal compromise or the treasured pleasure of expanding nebulae? How far does the sun’s eye see?

They reach back to times before recording or habits brushed from the memory of night. Into complex kits of sanction and ceremony the march about bedraggled in the shiny black of the satin dew. Parading forth oblivious to Portal’s Eye upon them containing courage to feed the cold vacuum of fright’s compression upon the once unscuffable  hypocrisy of Pride’s Certain Service. The tapestry frayed upon inspection has been disassembled to colored yarn unwinding the story of its making. Into space no scream has been uttered for lack of voice, or mouth, or string to sound caution to wind unbroken. They lay dormant as this mind reflecting the images of dream, given to a soldier awaiting battle, the knowledge of a return home to the glory of God’s thankfulness and anticipated delight.

Father in the searing, soul pain of immolation forgive me if I wince and grit my teeth, murmuring. It seems that there will be a point at which this becomes beyond bearable but joyous in the knowledge of its cleansing authority. This however, is the time of my regretful, spiritual infancy. Lord, I never realized how far I was separated from the destination of this questing. For this is about purity, holiness and moment when I may be found in standing acceptable to the King’s Guard in review. Is it because I have so little understanding of your Righteousness? Is that the seeming trillion, light year journey from me to you, in that I am so undistinguished, poisoned and impure that it is impossible for man to cross that crevasse that separates man from Maker?

I will sit here Lord and pray that at some point I am removed from this conforming flame, not to escape but because it has completed its work in my preparation. It consumes, devours, reforms, cleanses and threatens at even the resistant power of my grip upon everything Earthly. And when I let go, opening my desperate clutch upon life ideas melt into the flux of nonexistence, even the tarnished memories and glib moments of sensory input are reformed, deleting memory and choice. This is the pain of rebirth, shredded by raging wind of furious fire that burns in cauterization of human wound, healing as it passes, stripping all not treasured by God.

I am so simple, in my understanding and wanton measure. No grand quests left seeking mark or pleasure. In the dream I see service in camaraderie to the King. No medals born in victories cheer as heaven’s glory beckons near, a whisper with the force of trumpet’s port, not the sort of man’s making, but of plans measured in eon. Can you see me on that burnished hill, having never ascended but descended into the recalling of all that went astray, left with awe and linen to display? What day is such that we portend that every wound and illness mend, leaving scar not forgotten but freed from sin and smell of rotten. Sitting in the forging fires not the flames fueling pyres upon a mountain shame in passing but the rekindling of a Spirit shorn from the sheep and shepherds horn. To leave this World and Be Reborn.

My heart broke for a young Christian the other day, persecuting himself for continuance of sin. How awful it must be to be in that position, believing that you have been set free from sin but still finding within yourself the same elements and actions of antiquity. This is a misunderstanding of Grace and the Hope that we have been promised. Additionally, this is the same old teaching of self improvement offered by the world in its “works” dominated selection of religion by performance. We do not earn our way to heaven. We do not deserve to go to heaven. And we do not complete the work here but rather surrender to God’s wonderful perfect craftsmanship through the process of sanctification by walking with Him in this crucible of life.

Paul, one of the most devout characters of the Bible was in his previous life, before transformation a man who sought out and punished, jailed or killed Christians. Yet, Paul understanding the nature of Grace never condemned himself for the sins he committed realizing that the act of Judgment is God’s alone in Christ Jesus.  Paul though did cry out to God regarding this continuance of sin and found that it is inherent this body that has not yet been purified and still remains the flesh from which we sought original release. That makes sense though, for without struggle, without complication, trial or difficulty is anything ever achieved, especially when perfection is the expected outcome?

Look, I sin daily, with my eyes in pride and in the lusts of this dirty old flesh, but that is how it is supposed to be that we might resist the devil and he flees. Then having faced that temptation in the same manner our Lord faced it when here, we meet patience, when left to do its work leads to perfection. That is the way this is supposed to play out. I am sorry for my sin, I despise my sin, but I know that there is a day coming when I will leave this dirty flesh and be acquainted with my glorified body free at last from the effect and influence of my continuance in sin. I am turning away from my sin in repentance, but when I do sin I turn to God in that repentance and He is the only one who can forgive my sin, so He does, as He promised. No, I may not continue in the same sin expecting that God will not discipline me as necessary to transform that behavior for I am to resist that temptation until He offers me the way to escape which He always does.

Don’t teach people to remain in guilt when Christ has set them free. Judgment is the Lord’s alone, not ours, even self condemnation. Walk with God, listen to the voice of the Good shepherd guiding you through His Spirit. Begin to build up callus where before was easy pathway to the influences of sin. Grow up in your faith as does anything that remains in the transforming Hand of discipline. Do not quench the Spirit of God nor forget that He has to walk through each sin you commit with you. That thought alone ought to provoke daily surrender, daily picking up your cross and walking the skinny path toward the light of eternity. I pray for you that your heart heals and that you let God be God and you be you. In Jesus’ precious name.

How do you know that what I am saying to you is true? Perhaps it is a memory or a qualified process of my becoming a valid source of verifiable information that led you to develop a modicum of trust in the words and stories I deliver. Maybe I have a believable face? Maybe it is a cumulative effect of background, voice, environment or eloquence that lends credibility to my statements and assertions? What is it for you that tell you that something is true?

Do you look to current events and measure them against a historical litany of events to determine them evidence sufficient to proceed with knowledge ingestion?  Do you discuss amongst trusted colleagues or search tomes of historical fact to determine the viability and measureable Truthfulness of these assertions? Do you qualify them by some manner of mathematical calculus of personal design that you’ve developed over the years to serve your interpretation and interpolation of data from disparate sources? What is it that tells you the things that one person says are sufficiently valid to trust as a credible source of data?

Do we cling to credible sources as a group, trending toward those data resources that are in deed established as those having received the seal of believability by the masses? Is there one true source of truth to which you refer, cling or return to in order to determine if information is false or true when the chips are down and important decisions must be made?  Is it wickepedia or some other pedia, perhaps a historical tome that has not yet seen the ever cleansing hand of tech writers changing its pages over night?  Or do you trust your gut to analyze, adjust and judge the material delivered as to its validity? Are you then therefore a credible bank of judgment upon which all may rely? Why is your gut so right, why is it so determined when it makes a judgment of what is true or false? What gives you the objective credibility to make these determinations when this is in fact a subjective opinion on your part?

Oh, you just trust yourself, without fault, without concern or wavering?  Isn’t that a bigoted point of view that your version of reality is in fact impermeable to persuasion? Can you be convinced otherwise and what level of evidence is necessary to allow your transformation? So you trust yourself, but your mind can be changed given credible resources and evidence that measures to a specific level of credence sufficient to making you adjust your “gut” thinking? Okay so even your gut remains a subjective source of truth, because it may be changed given the appropriate or sufficient data?

What then at the end of the day tells you that Caleb is telling you the truth about God? Are you agreeing to accept my teaching my determinative philosophies based upon the fact that you’ve heard no better reasoning to date? Or have you established in your mind that this subject over which there is no further required evidence is believable simply based upon its own objective and faithful Truth?

I am certainly no credible source above those august academicians with scholarly degrees and years of tenured teaching providing them evidentiary support for their arguments. Heck, I am so simple and embarrassed by having to use things in my past as degrees and service of my country as prima facie evidence or supporting depth of my credibility. What makes you believe me when I tell you that I love you? Do you suspect my delivery; somehow feeling deep within your subjective gut that there is no evidence of that love therefore it must be doubtful?

Okay what makes you believe that you are free or living in a Free Country as this nation is commonly attributed? Do you believe in your rights though you have never expressed them? Do they cease to exist if we never choose to utilize them? If I have kept my mouth shut to my own opinions my entire life and simply listened can I say that I have the freedom of speech or that I don’t have that freedom never having expressed it? Must I own a gun to have the right to bear arms provided by a sovereign gift of rights given me by a Creator upon which we have based that sovereign authority of WE the People? Must I have property and pursue happiness to have the rights to the same? Or is it simply something based upon an understanding that there is some OBJECTIVE Truth upon which all of these concepts, measures and circumspect judgments are based?

Look without some objective source upon which to rely we are left in a state of perpetual doubt, just a many often doubt their own “gut”, the internal resource we utilize to determine the credibility of sensory material we receive daily.  What then is that objective source upon which we may base these rights that are inalienable, without which they cease to be untouchable or even definable in subjective terms? Are you a historian? Can you point to one document throughout history upon which we may all hang that formative evidence and surety?

God is the only unchanging thing in the Universe. God is the only objective resource that does not require definition but rather acts as the origin of all definition because He Is that origin. How do I know that I have been given a tremendous and enviable gift wrapped up in a Constitutional Republic? These Truths are “SELF EVIDENT”, do we recall that term? This is the understanding that permeated the conversation of our Founding Fathers, without which no rights that are untouchable by man may be established. They must be their own evidence having been given by the one authority without change, Almighty God.

As we begin to waver and flux as a nation it is because we are no longer steadfast in our attachment to this primary reasoning.  Without a credible, unchanging, irrefutable source of objective Truth we are left in perpetual doubt of gut determination of evidentiary consultation. It is time for U.S. to reconsider our pathway forward. Without a foundation based upon something that never changes, we cannot establish or reestablish a set of rights that are “SELF EVIDENT”. Until we address this error in our thinking this illogical departure from a path of national sovereignty and surety we are left to be tossed by the waves of fad and eloquence. This enemy wants us in that arena for in that arena he alone is master.

I pray that you find me credible but not for own means or glorification, but that you find the words I preach and teach directly reflected, supported and firmly rooted in God’s undeniable Word. My own thoughts should all be brought under the captivity of the Spirit that I might never elevate my own reasoning to equal or superior status to the Lord’s Proclamation and Love for mankind. May the Lord direct our reasoning back to an established foundation based upon His unchanging Characteristics that we might be found to the end of mankind, one of two eternal nations that never failed for they were both based upon the immutability of Almighty God. God Bless the Nation of Israel, His beloved, and God Bless this United States of America; men who were given the gift of Sovereign Rights that were self-evidence of God’s Hand upon U.S. All.

Open your eyes to the Truth of my Word. It is set before you to provide a guide, a model, clear direction and advance information that you might come to a point of decision. That decision is entirely yours. Now I will send characters, agents, angels and evil minded spirits your direction to prompt in making that decision. For I love all of you and want that you will spend this time in prayer in my throne room and that we will spend eternity pursuing those righteous things for which each of you was designed. The times are upon you and in refusing to even open my Word that you would be educated on the circumstances rapidly headed your directions means to me simply that you are a disobedient child, unresponsive to my prodding for awareness.

I have loved you always, even before you had my life breathed into your lungs, which I formed. I knew your frailty in decision making and the susceptibility to deception, but it is an important component of free will that the person making decisions be given absolute accountability and liberality in making the choice what is set before each of you. The price of that liberality is always that some will choose evil, or disobedience or self pursuance rather that the path to righteousness set before you that leads to me. I had to accept that margin of variance as it allows this wonderful to happen, voluntary acceptance of direction, obedience and true love that is neither forced nor shaped. My way is the only way to paradise, it is the only true way to navigate this lifetime and the only way by which we may be reacquainted for all time.  Choose well.

Now to the processes that lead up to harvest.  Would you consider me a loving Father if I simply allowed disobedient children to remain in their mired positions without the greatest attempt of my authority to convince them otherwise and voluntarily choose the light?  Would you fault me for relentless pursuit of each them to demonstrate my love that they might be won over by wisdom and determine that they would rather live for ever with me, then have their temporary dreams desires, fantasies and sensory gratification filled in this life. You must see that my love for you is all that matters and I will do whatever it takes including putting you in fearful, difficult, impossible or disgusting circumstances that you might find the impetus to cry out to me and find the Love I have waiting here for you.

Christ is me and I am He and we are the Spirit living inside of thee. That seal, that empowerment, that check on the powers of evil is necessary to deliver each of you passed the confines and limitations of this world. Additionally to those who voluntarily early accept the duties and struggles I have set before them, they are then effective through directed use of my authority, power, resolve, energy, strength and enduring patience to capture back the territories taken by this false kingdom on Earth. That is why it is important to make the decision early for those who wait until the last minute will not have lived for me but for themselves choosing escape as their decision to avoid judgment. What reward is left for the one who chooses service of self or godly king? I have provided a miracle for you to express in your own life by being born again into the Kingdom of God. It is a choice as are all things governed by love and there are implications, ramifications and complications regarding when and how your route is chosen.

I love you all and cannot wait to see you. I pray that it is to welcome you to eternal life in my presence and fellowship, but I will visit you nonetheless even if it is for judgment. Until then I will pursue you relentlessly because I love you and want you by my side, but be aware that at some point that I alone know I will determine an end to that free will choice and the price will be extreme as my wrath is poured out on the Earth in which you have chosen to participate. Choose Well, I love you.  God

Movement and pause, both in service of the Lord but for different outcomes though both demonstrative of obedience and Love. Taking action any action is always somehow relieving, perhaps fulfilling the sensory compulsion to defeat power poverty. You see if I am doing something or appear to be going somewhere even under my own locomotion and design, it fulfills the world’s requirement of productivity. Productivity has two measures those bits of work that produce widgets and those precisely determined workings that deliver the desired outcomes of abundance. In my case actions taken on my own are typically produce the lesser kind. But Pause, now that is an untrained discipline for what teacher would ever venture a child to pause, take the Lord’s counsel and then proceed having meditated upon His Word and Prayer?

That is the missing component in our social acumen. Having been replaced by a worldly expression of meditation upon nothing in hopes that something develops from the void. We have forgotten David’s words that recommended our song, our prayer, our reflection in deep meditation upon the things of God. And in so doing have dissipated, limited or clearly cut off the active connection of counsel with Almighty God. If we knew how to pause, even momentarily between each functional period of productivity we would maintain that Spirit’s filling or continuous filling of the vacuous ominous unknown.

Action is perfect when following the skinny path of God or having been taken in direct response to command of Almighty God. Action for the sake of appearance or movement is quite the foolish item, expending assets, time and energy that may have been further dedicated to the outcomes of God’s Purposes. What then is the perfect balance. Although it is certain that there is a perfect point of leverage and utilization between pause and pursuit, that equanimity must be found in conversations with God.  Take some time, spend some time just living in the sight of God. Take actions that are clearly from Him and as this practice builds faith and response to His direction those points of leveraged importance will become clear and determined. Let us remember as caution what happened to David each time that He ventured out on his own pursuits without consultation with God. Failure and tragedy always ensued.

Lord, let me pause for the precise amount of time in order for your plans to come together that I might be in the perfect place at perfect timing with the exact assets and empowerment necessary to bring about the change you’ve determined. Let the pause become a tool in my service not a hindrance or concern as patience does its perfect work making me more closely resemble You. In Jesus’ Holy Name.

What then has the Lord said unto thy heart to so stoutly arouse your awareness?  What dreams or caution have been registered in your thinking that now you proceed upon care and concern, taking careful measure of thine steps? Where did the Lord meet you on the road, perhaps your road to Damascus, knocking you from your prideful perch striking you blind and fearful in the realization of your tiny form? What then are we to believe, having seen your abject cruelty that you have now somehow been saved, seen the Light and been thereby transformed?

Is this change real or the same hope and change we were sold by dwellers in evil to constrain the heart of people’s understanding? We have suffered the errors of whimsical thinking. There is much at stake when considering the vulnerable in access. We being of discernment beyond our own desire to simply forget will be watching the unflinching focus of hawk on wing.  Do not think to do the dance of infiltration for we have seen those steps as they remain clearly and indelibly inked upon the backs of our Brothers.May the Lord revoke the former measure of overwhelming cruelty driving thine heart replaced with the regret and abundant love only known by them who have been set free.

Regardless the day call for a new diligent level of faith in Father’s Promise. This path and the winding, windswept flagstones were not meant for the clumsy but the adept at following light, the Light of the Lord’s pleasure in seeking narrow pathways. We have heard the voice of God calling us to muster and maturity. We have read the Glory about to be revealed to this unkempt world. We shall not forget the ransom paid in blood and purity, from a Loving King, as promise of Eternity with Him. These are the moment of our creation. The testing times of this world’s furnace born to shake the hearts of men and show the majesty of those who walk unscathed, hand in hand with God through the worst of Fire. The purpose of tomorrow is the cause of today and the reason for those days forgotten in yesterday’s forgiveness and shame. We have been remade for this thing, this glorious movement of courage to display to this world our unbreakable Love for God. Some may give all in remembrance, but none shall be free from the shaking, as each finds footing either in the dark or in the Glorious Light of Christ.

Praise Him in all His Glory, My God and My King.

In the dawn of night long in coming, I saw what must be deemed peculiar.  Man loving their fellow man reached down and picked them up from the infested ground and brought them to place warm and dry. Children found comfort in asking all those amazing questions puzzling their little hearts as adults stood watch ever vigilant that they might be in surety. Men stood ground with eyes upon the distance, frequently testing the pulse of today’s attitude in remembrance that the road is long and courage, hope and strength our only allies. Women sung bright tunes of light and life and love, the love that had been perfected in their heart time with God.

What than had this morn revealed? A dream, a hope or witness to truth of peace that man is yet to gather? How then may we call ourselves successful as Brothers starve, Mothers struggle and feces fills the street as men slumber the unrest of being detached from loving foundation? Am I my Brother’s keeper, certainly not but am I to disregard the fact that he has lost his way and I know the path to recovery?  What is missing in man that we have great abundance of the tools that lead to self appreciation and storing of treasures for self regard, but miss the mark when those treasures growing fail to accommodate the starving or malnourished hearts of children within miles of our castle?

This is not some academic policy, meant as some grand new thinking to which we must align our mentality. This is the Love of God that He has shown each of us each day as we rise, each night we pray and the protection and life changing dreams of slumber. Why then is it lost to us used only by the convicted few or those called to service in missionary work that is rapidly dwindling to non existence? For the choice must be made to serve one master and one master alone and frankly we have chosen that god, the god of Self. I choose not to help with the assets given me by God because I would rather fulfill my plan for this lifetime eschewing the knowledge and tugs of God’s Call upon this heart. This is no new age thinking but the oldest thoughts of man, where we love God enough to love them enough to do whatever it takes to get them back to Him.

IN Jesus’ Holy Name.

You have not yet seen the whites of your enemy’s gaze as he marches headlong to his doom. Do not prattle; lose position or faith in the face of overwhelming victory for fear of lives lost or his warning cries and sounding drums. They are fallen, and thus have received the pronouncement of coming judgment by the Hand of Almighty God. The only way to lose at this point is respond to the voice of fear within your own mind and take action to remove yourself from the battle’s yet waged.

We know what was done for we have reported it, consumed it and cogitated upon it ad in fin item for the last years’ time.  The puzzle lay before us, yes there are many pieces yet placed, however the picture of overwhelming deception, planned coup and wicked pursuit of various and sundry lust by our leaders is evident as the colors of sky at dawn or dusk.  Shall we become fearful, obtuse or lack the moral fortitude of judicial patience in our declaration that these members shall in no small way escape the mounting wall of recompense hurling down the mountain toward their positions?

What is justice if not a legal method of truth, establishing before the eyes of moral and God fearing people the auspices we were once taught as children, about evil and its reward.  We have waited too long and perhaps that lengthy display of injustice where the rich and the powerful deceived and avoided the outcome of their works, but that is no cause to ignore the barreling and rifled truth aimed precisely at their immediate future. God has intervened and where God has intervened there is always righteous expression of fairness and equal dispensation upon the wicked and the good for their works. When the wicked rule the people cry out the Word says, paraphrased. That is the state of our current mourning, we are crying out because things are not in the right state, out of whack, inconsistent with the ideals of a Constitutional Republic that depends for definition upon the equality of all before God and the scales of Lady Justice.

Yes, this must be set right, the fulcrum must return to center in order to re establish our faith in the unbiased hand of Law in America. But in your expectation of that happening this day are you perhaps determining and influences those around you to believe because it has not yet happened that this means in fact that it never will?  Isn’t that the same argument they use for God’s Return, where is your God?  Just because He hasn’t yet returned is no evidence that His Promised return is no longer imminent. Just as with the Hope we place in our hearts for that glorious day of Christ’s return we must share the same enduring Hope and Faith that the Father has intervened and when this judgment is finally delivered it will be unavoidable, unequivocal and final in its Truthful dispensation of Justice.

Now to the fact that we are wavering in our courage and enduring faith. Yes, if we believe that as a Christian Nation that God gave us this country and is now, in response to answered prayer giving the country back to us for our repentance and obedient love, then the loss of courage and hope is a direct affront to Almighty God.  Either we trust Him or we don’t there again is no middle ground for in your doubt you will find the lack of Faith that is solely responsible for lack of readiness for without faith it is impossible to please God, because if you don’t believe, truly believe then you will never take the personal and active steps to prepare for the future He has promised is nearly upon us. I know you don’t want to call God a liar, but isn’t that what your questioning and lack of faith truly are?

For those of you who are hearing this and have not yet been born again by the fire baptism of the Holy Spirit of God, I understand that the words will fall perhaps on deaf ears. Let me first pray with all my being that the Holy Spirit open the eyes and ears of your heart to hear what the Spirit is declaring to all men, that there is escape, repentance, cleansing, sanctification and eternal life in His Word of Gospel Hope and Grace. Now to those who do believe, Armor Up. You are indwelt with the Power that created the heavens and the Earth. If you cannot find the strength within your own character that is the perfect place to be before God, for you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. Paul was very clear that he loved when he was empty and had nothing left because everything that he did at that point was from God. Isn’t that a wonderful place to start, by asking God to overcome your lack of faith and your fearful incontinence?  We were meant to stand this ground absorbing and repelling all the fiery darts of the enemy assault deflected upon the armor of God, but we must muster the courage to take the field filled with that Promised understanding.  If you ain’t willing to test the armor how do you know that it doesn’t work?

Hillary is going to face justice just as will her husband, soon.  Their crimes are too numerable to ignore and too grievous to overlook. With the mounting deathstar of evidence appearing against their decades of illegal activities none would venture that there will be any isle of escape remaining for them going forward, not even the great bastion of their imagination in arrogance.  They will be brought low.  Will that suffice to heal the wounds done upon our collective psyche? Probably not. What about when the cast of DOJ, FBI, CIA and Military seditionists/Deep State are brought before the courts and given proper dispensation of justice, whether fine, imprisonment or loss of life for Treason? Will we need to see Obama running for his life in order to be satisfied with the justice delivered? What about the global miscreants who have planned, orchestrated, funded and participated in this satanic attempt to prostitute America and absorb her in the Borg Like Blob of Empire steaming across the surface of our planet? Will capturing and delivering all their members to Gitmo, resolve this problem of our hope, faith and courage in the face of overwhelming odds?

I think not because these are all again circumstances.  If we live our lives by circumstances and states of being then we are living by sight not by faith.  We must believe that even if a one of these people escapes Earthly judgment that they will never escape heavenly jurisprudence and that they were allowed to escape that Earthly reward for crimes as part of God’s unfolding plan for humanity. You see either we Trust God or we Don’t.  There is no middle ground.  Sure He understands that there will be doubt, just as He experienced with Thomas , The Apostle. But God rebuked Thomas in His lack of Faith, why then do you believe He will not chastise you for your own?

Believe God, Walk in the Faith given you by God, Armor Up in the characteristics of His Holy Spirit and stand that ground wherever He has you firm in your faithful knowledge that only victory awaits us at the end of temporary things. In Permanence find Hope.  In Christ find forgiveness, sanctification, eternal life and most of All that Loving Peace that surpasses everything in this World as we look to the next.  In Jesus’ Name.

Don’t pretend. That you are man of worldly means, when your voice reflects the Holy ministry of God. Don’t be found in attic’s bare, when clothed in righteousness this morn just worn by God. Don’t be made of plastic, wax or mud, when crafted porcelain for the purpose of Heaven’s Helm.  This sky is not august for contemplation of the real against the pale, but for reality in its concrete reflection and division of those things created. A separation of the authentic from the passing, temporary from everlasting, mettle’s withstanding the all consuming fires of sanctification, leaving the lesser for human consumption. Delayed in purpose and resonance until that quiet morn when God awoke His passions within a heart for eternity.

Let them hear, that song within the annals and the creation of your love for God and All. Let them see that Burning Bush in the fires of your Holy countenance. Restrain those things that remain still awaiting cauterization’s quickening. Be thee alive in passions purse, displaying the wealth of abundance given in the breath of Almighty, Benevolence. These are the days of plenty, scantly able to spend all that I may muster, having to give and give just that it might expire prior to my obsolescence.  Dance to the pulse of heaven, as they celebrate those souls recovered for everlasting before the Throne of God, as He smiles. These are not the dreams of paper nor carbon but perpetual engines within hearts burning past the closing curtain of Time.

How in kinship must we ponder the palsied past or align our mind with the accumulation of things headed to expiration? This is the moment for inquisitive and inexhaustible imagination, Eyes to see beyond the curve in future’s unfolding resolution. A day, yes that day, born in promise, purpose and reason, but still a thing of faith for it shant be seen by many but by the lonesome few, who in understanding the Wisdom offered by Almighty, that this day shall pass but that one once come shall not expire. Are we each made for such a day, a day of permanence and completion? How differ my thoughts when venturing within the realm of that unchangeable moment where my infinity achieved? May I find peace, this moment from travel into such understanding, grasping, contemplating, realizing and putting to anvil that which is beyond current measure? Bring to my hand, Lord the fires and tools of immortality that I may begin to shape thought and action consistent with a man born again for everlasting.

In Jesus’ Name I pray.