Arise and be wed, not to romantic understanding, but to the Bridegroom of Creation. Be overjoyed, your place card present, the Hand of God will serve you, an unbelievable thing. What absolute overwhelming, unmitigated splendor will be shared that wonderful day.  I don’t think we will care if it is a day or a night or if there are in fact days and nights in the presence of Heaven’s Host. Glorified to be in Him, with Him for a time to which I currently have no imagination, Eternity. We are the Bride of Christ, the Church, soon to be wed and fed, By the Deserving One, to whom we owe all, yet we will be given more.

What then does this current predicament measure in its 80 odd years of disdain, loneliness, poverty, pain or illness? Not that it ought be slighted or diminished, but to place things in perspective, How long is Eternity in a glorified body again? Yes, this world has its beauties and its ugly, wicked wounded stations. It glorifies violence, illness, wealth beyond measure, power, lasciviousness and command over the vulnerable. But that is still this world, soon to be remade in the likeness of God. Are we that laser focused that we cannot see beyond these decades lacking treasure or facing overwhelming calamity or even death at the hands of wicked men, that we cannot see into the Beyond that Approaches.  Come now, take a moment to breathe and believe in things not yet seen.

We are here for you now, God is here to respond to prayers now, but some prayers will not be answered, by nature, until we are wed and returned to the planet. Do you have the understanding that if you’ve prayed for the wicked to be removed that will not be done until Christ returns, so you have asked and it will be answered at a time to which you should be understanding. If you have asked for health and your trial in this life is a body that performs inadequately for this life, then hold onto hope that on that precious day it will be exchanged with a glorified form that will be perfect in conceptions, performance and longevity. Again your prayers have been heard but shall not be answered until appropriate timing, God’s Timing. But isn’t it left us to gain that understanding and if we are going to have faith, hope and trust in a God who never lies then we must begin to hold onto the “Eternal” answers to an infinite life.

Father give us hope and patience to await your Perfect Will for our lives.  If I must suffer let me remember that it all has purpose and I am never doing alone.  Perhaps this trial will prepare me for the work I have yet to do here or the joy I will have in your Kingdom. Thank you for it all, May I learn to bring Your Hope to the wounded, expectant hearts of men who may have not yet found that Hope upon which we stand.  In Jesus’ Name.

Casualty of understanding, the nexus between done and undone. My premises clean swept, venturing not onto dull signed roads of previous crossing, patient, formidable foes would follow us home, producing nightmare. What then is escape but that which comes after the rage implied by wonder. On the permafrost I slipped catching a hand pommel, stretched tendons laughing at ideal limits and promising to torture a morning. Dancing through hobbles glen, I stop to reason with madness, it only stares back making monkey faces. Does wisdom follow folly hoping to see it drop those veils of misunderstanding and shadow? No, it waits, for it is the prize of all who wander to rooftops, looking for a safer road. We shall not chase what we dare not face, leaving absolute chance to fates expectation.  These are not times for discipline and surety, this is the day of the loose handed grip and a proper dive roll from the window.

How proper this similitude, how tailored this conclusion to a ransacked parlor and a deleterious snake charmer, seizing opportunity and frail reason prize.  Commodity’s breach, sand leaking from poked satchel, leaving passage for all to follow.  What then is a hidden man, a sanctimonious pursuant of perfect pardon? Passions forgetfulness, bland perception, nothing new, nothing catching glamour’s fancy, but wholesome as Patchwork Patty.  What passes for complication within the body politic, what love lost when it had yet been invented? How dreams are dashed on rock so smooth, one would think soft landing possible. But parched throat’s cry til dawn then perish in the noonday bake.  And shakedown’s summit threatens to make nonsense out of nimbus, twirling higher than twilight’s torpid tempest. A raucous rainbow sown to blossom from strato’s garden all beholding to its promise of red moons and wet mornings for pirates to plunder.

Where have I gone that cannot be forgotten with dousing or grousing for a time and measure? King’s amalgam decree, promises us we’re free, but the small print or script or whispering willows of disinclined benevolence shall show us the way back to poverty’s palace. She beheld a wish, standing quite still, hoping to shimmer in the shade so that it’s presence is unmade, like a bed when company has come. And in the barbecued horizon we see the blackened season, overdone, forced, but sardonic.  I write until I cannot fight slumber’s heavy hand upon my brow and am done for now in the sadness of lost moment, or song or marmalade painted lily. This day may not be gone until I’ve squeezed it soundly, removing every flavor, sent and sarcasm.  Drained of its blood til blackness presents and events become slo mo in Cocomo valley.

What paints will be left for the morrow, when sorrows grey and pinkish purple stain the hearts of those heralding continuous joy? For today was august, crimson and emerald to cherish in the palliative progress of passion’s pander.  No more dally or dilly or silly man made pleasantry to greet the morn. This is not the day for immoral to quarrel or the simple to chance dimple but the after and noon which come to soon and stay to short, where ner’ do wells cavort and the pompous snivel and court. Promises are proffered but never offered for these few cherish what they shall never do and pray for the palsies leisure and pleasure of saucy story absent nobility’s glory and the stains of decadent’s mire.

Father, I do not know them as do you.  Why should I love them so, reaching out to them daily in an effort to prepare, encourage and provide? I can imagine how you feel Father, when they apparently do not respond. It seems I must adjust my expectations, for it is not the feedback or evidence I seek but rather the opportunity to invest. Investment in Kingdom perspective carries a bit different connotation than in worldly terms. Sow the seed and God will bring the increase is the ideal to which I must align my thinking. That I may not see the growth, especially if a seed was planted years ago, and I have no opportunity to see the person for a long time.  How do I know that the seed did not take? I don’t.  Please forgive me for again putting this within my schedule for performance, within my associative efforts, for none of this is truth.

Stay in your lane dude. Is my current repeated mantra, when meditating upon your Gospel. I am a man with clear strengths and also the temptation to make this a bit more about myself than it ought be, which is none, so it’s easy to blow it way out of proportion with minute adjustment.  Look, I don’t know you, but He does. I don’t have any idea of where your heart is, having not had the time to know you very well, but He knows everything about you, including that stuff you don’t want Him to know or the stuff you haven’t yet figured out. So, being His disciple, I must approach this opportunity with a reflection built upon an understanding outside my own perspective.

This ain’t easy, it’s down right obtuse.  But that is the amazing thing and also the greatest irony in Christianity, we have to let go to hang on tight.  Sounds counter-intuitive because it is the most counter-intuitive discipline in the life time.  We must lose ourselves to find ourselves. Rid ourselves of the trappings of this life to gain our real life.  Surrender to be freed, transformed and sanctified of unrighteousness. Give up to be set free. Carry my burdens daily to be free of them. Give away my cares and worries and the control over the circumstances of my life to gain any control over them and lose my way to find it.  Down right frustrating from a manly perspective.  Absolutely the opposite behavior and direction given every man who would achieve the goals a man is supposed to achieve to be a good historical man in this lifetime.

It is so simple it hurts to watch how hard every one of you is trying to make it work. He loves you and will change what needs to be changed, just stay close and be obedient to the direction of His Holy Spirit. That freaks some people out, for they believe that they do not have the waiting gene, and perhaps they are right.  However, we all have the same indwelling Spirit of the Lord and that Spirit has “Patience” as one of His Characteristics. What does that mean?  Come on Ebenezer.  You know what it means, that you have patience you just haven’t gotten out of the Spirit’s way to allow it to blossom in your life. Remember the irony, get out of the way of the Spirit to find your way.  This is not really that hard, it is completely impossible. I mean crazy stuff like loving your enemies. Ain’t happenin.  You’re right, without the Holy Spirit’s presence it would never happen, but again are you getting out of His Way?

I love you. I will not get frustrated with you because the Holy Spirit has more than enough patience for both of us. It is not my job to qualify your performance or determine the outcome of your relationship and walk with Christ Jesus. It is my job to plant the seeds of the Gospel, encourage you in your faith, sharpen you when the opportunity is appropriate and anointed by Spirit, then get out of His way and let you two walk that path together.  My eyes and expectations are not your gradient or measuring stick. God is faithful and true to complete the work He once began in each of us. Sure doesn’t say that He is going to depend on me to complete anything. He does everything, I simply love. So, I love you and pray for your acceptance, continuance and growth in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Father, show us the Truth in Your Word.  Let us not be led astray by any incorrect information, let us be as the Bereans, searching and confirming the Truth in Scripture. Keep us on the path of perfect understanding that we might not stray one toe step off the skinny path that leads to everlasting life with you.  In Jesus’ Name.

This Doctor does a pretty fair job of laying out the prophecies in Daniel as they related to current circumstance.  There are some issues I have with it regarding the anti-Christ and from when he will come, but for the most part it is a plausible explanation that is Biblical and consistent.  However, let us head the warnings in God’s Word and be researchers and confirm the truth of all that to which we are exposed.

We are late in the game as this Doctor portrays, for the ground work is set for the rise of the son of perdition and the Glorious Appearing of our True King, The Lord Jesus Christ. Those of you who have followed, indulged or put up with me, (whichever is appropriate for you) you have seen a consistent theme in all my writings and discussion, “BE READY”. In that consistent theme I have delivered this short video that you might see how close we find ourselves to the unveiling of Bible prophecy foretold in Daniel which was half a millennium before the Birth of Our Lord. That being said if the prophecies that pointed to this time are beginning to show pertinence then the time for preparation is nearing an end.  Please let i make sense that we need to be found ready, with oil in our lamps, sealed for eternity, assured at the indwelling Spirit of God. This is not the time to put it off any longer for none of us know the day or the hour but we know the season and I would say that this description is quite clear that we are not only in the appropriate season but at the end of the season, but I will leave that to your discernment, through research, prayer and guidance by the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord of Glory fill your heart with His Mighty Spirit.  May you be transformed into a powerful witness for Christ and may you be found ready when He returns for the Church Body, that you might be in His presence forever.  Be strong, be courageous and be loved in the Peace of Christ the King.  Amen

The foreknowledge escapes me, but I found myself imagining my behaviors prepared with an angels warning of our last one hundred days. It slowed my heart down, made me take a long breath, not wanting to waste even this time of thinking. Well in every man there comes reflection upon lost loves, arguments unresolved, wasted opportunities and dream paths untraveled. But what is one hundred really, three months and ten count down?  What may be done in that short time that had been left so long in undoing?

Well, I would forgive, wondering why I had harbored ill will or resentment for so long. I would then repair, contacting all those with whom I lost or gladly fumbled the ball in communication. I would resolve to begin, pursue and end each day with God. I would thank the Lord for all those whom he has given me to love and express that love with no condition. I would sell it all and give away to those in need and the rest to family or friends. I would say out loud the kind Truths I had been reserving for an important day in the future.  I would eat right but make sure to enjoy every bite, especially the stuff I really enjoyed. I would write a new song, a new story and a new rhyme to leave for those who would listen when I’m gone. I would go to Kentucky, because every man must go to Kentucky before he kicks the bucket.  Then I would stop and ask God for forgiveness because this is how he asked me to live before I got this message.

There was a day that I thought that we lived free. A phrase regarding liberty, spurred to pride in a land where all men could live just as they had chosen to be. One nation, under God that stuck together for the right reasons, love, shared ideals of property. The pride welled within the heart of me, as I volunteered to defend all who would be free.

Our enemy, done so craftily, contorted hope from within you see. In corruptions grasping hand of envy, those foundations were only as strong as you and me. They planned assault upon the family, made being a man a mockery, then filled the kids with ideas of sovereignty, enslaving them to tech idolatry.  They’ve hidden within the framework, within the machinery with chicanery, trickery and propaganda spread by cable news and T.V. We lost our hope in discovery of their dastardly attempts stole our air, you see. But we held our breath and prayed to all that is Holy, to right the ship of this cursed sorcery.

Our prayers were answered by electoral opportunity, when we got to choose an anointed leader to unravel the depths of misery. With God’s assistance we began to see, just how crooked our leaders had come to be. He crossed every I and dotted every T and re applied the blindfold to Lady Liberty, that justice might be the first set free to place the criminals where they ought to be.  From dark to light painstakingly, the plan emerged so masterfully. Hope again invaded ranks when illegal banks left our shores begrudgingly. Once again it is up to you and me to root out the seditious and set the captives free. For treason is not bribery but attempted murder of our own country. Once again our flag flown free, shining forth in liberty.

The end not told, outcomes and futures passing for us to see. Villains remaining won’t be extracted so easily we’ll employ maxillofacial surgery, torn out by root leaving cavity though time will bare necessity. When this is done, well be wounded certainly, but we will heal in time you see, once again, living free just as God blessed us to be.

It is a blessing to just be a man, nothing more. Because I am so simply defined it is easy for me to find my way in this world that would have me put on airs or illusion to prop myself up in the valuable eyes from whom I seek validation.  I also know that I am a disciple of Christ, having been cleansed and forgiven of my unrighteousness for all time, filled with the indwelling Spirit of God to seal and empower me for the Good Works to which I have been predestined for the King. A tool folks, a tool for the Hand of the Craftsman, Carpenter, Potter and King.  When did a tool ever do the work itself, oh, with AI you say that it will. Interesting anecdote?

This tool loves, builds, encourages, loves, learns, prays, helps, sustains and gives not from his own stores but from the provision of the Righteous King. You see if it were from me then I could accept or allocate myself credit and then seek validation of my worth for those works for which I’ve personally provided.  But, since I am a tool, cannot accept any of the thanks, glory, debt or recognition, that belongs solely to Him.

My job is tell the story of a God who loved this world so much that He inserted Himself into the time and space He created to right a wrong that only He could correct.  A wrong that man himself had created in disobedience, aided and abetted by a fallen, Arch Angel, who himself has sought war with God over his own prideful ambition.  As Judge God has the only right to pronounce judgment upon the created beings that He created. On one hand an angel and those who were deceived to follow him were cast down and on the other hand those disobedient humans had been offered everlasting redemption and peace through acceptance of offered Grace.  Same Creator, Same Judge, different judgments. Just as with blessing the Lord chooses whom He blesses and curses. That is the right of the Judge alone.

Frankly, I struggle with my own battle to overcome my own temptation, particular to my wicked heart. Yes, that to me is part of what it means to be an overcomer, to resist my own temptation to sin through the Spirit that strengthens me, that the devil might flee and I might not commit the sin of my captured thought. I have enough challenge here in my own heart to be even slightly inclined to investigate your worthiness. It’s just not my duty and to be honest I don’t want the accountability of pride that comes along with that type of sin committed by the evil one in either equating myself or elevating myself beyond God’s throne.  Just a man, a simple tool, setting myself apart, Trying to remain Holy like my King, while surrendering my frailties for transformation.  That, to be honest is more than enough responsibility for me.  Yes, I can lend a hand, bare a burden, pray, encourage, sharpen and assist on your walk when appropriate, but that is being a loving Brother, not your judge.

These are not simple times in which we live.  We are tested, assailed, travailed and tempted repeatedly by our own desires.  To overcome we must understand our predicament and prepare ourselves to be armoured by the characteristics of the only Spirit that can win this war of attrition against all things evil, Christ Jesus The King.

Pitied men like me with grand things upon our minds, hoping of romance, treasures and glorious dreams of conquest or courage.  Only to awake and find ourselves quite normal, serving ideas greater than our own understanding having forgotten the mystery of being astronauts, musicians or President.  Now our real tests begin as with any man who has taken the bridle of the horse to whom he’s entrusted. The commitment makes it real and as registered participant now the enemy will savor our destruction, twisting our hearts this way and that hoping to break body and spirit and palsy us in place. yes, quitting is always an option that is what makes victory sweet, for them who would see its mantle, rise up when nearly beaten to give our last to savor its nectar. Seeing it through is something that may never be overcome, for when there is no breath, no power, no foothold, we fight on for the sake of honor to the King Almighty.

This fight may be our last friends. Do we have another foray in our mettle? This enemy stands upon our backs laughing with weight and tension, threatening our spines and our heart’s resolve.  What then shall they do with our laughter and song as we are swept along by the fury of battle? How may things as love be bested, for it conquers all battlements? And what of forgiveness in the face of the wicked whom hate all, how may their hearts be shattered by the idea that as they hold our heads under water to stifle life, we are praying for their salvation?  This is not one from which we may walk away to fight another day, for this one is for all the chips.  It is all in or nothing and nothing being absorbed into their ranks a place where none shall find escape or quarter. We may not run, we may give in, but there will be no place for solace or escape but that which is found in the shadow of Almighty God.  Is that a place where you can rest?

Don’t look to men to win the day for they are not made of the stuff that will speak this enemy from the field. Ours is the place of courage and faith, fighting on with every Word, Prayer and Reason we may muster. These are battles of heavenly realm and to fight them we must remain in the Spirit for material and flesh will not sustain the forces at bear.  It is time for man’s sanctification and arrival at the threshold of his remaking. Why does the enemy crave evolution as he mimics all that is God?  Because that is where we are headed to receive glorified bodies and become more like Christ than we’ve ever been capable.  To be free from sin, death, illness and limitations of a mortal existence, to live in the presence of our God and feel the warmth of His Holy Light.  Does magic seem some poor excuse for the reality that lay before us? Certainly the enemy would stir your heart to stray from your rightful path in the family of Almighty God.  Will you stand this day in hope of that tomorrow?  Will you give it all to usher in the Kingdom of God and pull back many from the edge of an abyss they dare not enter? Have you that manner of commitment in your Spirit? It will be glorious to see.  In Jesus’ Name, join your shield to mine that we might stand this ground together, with His courage and love in our hearts and His Name upon our lips. Forever in sight.

On the bottom side of the ball of my foot, poking, threatening infection and a reminder at each step off.  Yes, this world wounds, impinges, offers barb and splinter for our reminder that it is constantly attempting to cling to, embed, poison or pester your peaceful, harmonious connection to God.  Interruptions abound, prisons lay in wait, a simply click away to being captured and wickedness revealed, a pain that deeply effects those who would live righteous.  Especially when the damage or evil is seen plainly at home, in friends, trust or even in the body of Christ.  But these are the times for wounded prayer, sponsored by a loving heart, determined to see God’s Peace victorious in this country and across the Earth.  Without the pain over lost innocence, abuse of the poor and vulnerable or having suffered deception at home we won’t be forced to our knees in the only repose significant to defeating this evil, once and for all time.

If there were no troubles we would go about merry way, never contemplating God, but because we suffers trials beyond our own capacity to survive we cry out.  Have we stopped for even a moment to imagine this the perfect device for opening communication with a God who is waiting for relationship?  If this world were all flowers, butterflies, fair weather and lilacs, then would we ever turn to God? Let’s be honest, we need God, because this life hurts.  And the fact that some hearts are so wounded by the predicament of man is indicative of that existence familiarity and similarity with the Lord Himself.

For God weeps over mankind, but lest we be horribly mistaken, he has offered all a truce and end to the battle between us.  And once that offer has been clearly accepted, declined or waived in foolishness, unlike myself the Lord will pour out righteous wrath on mankind that will separate any foolish enough to remain upon the fence.  My pain is a pure, understood yearning and empathetic cry to God on behalf of my fellow men for, unlike God I am no righteous judge of anyone.  Therefore, man may laugh at my sympathetic pain or prayer, but has no cause to fear from me, for I am appealing to the Highest Authority in All Universes.  Him you need revere and be cautious of your offhand mockery, for it is all being recorded for that day when all men will have their moment before God.

This life is getting more painful as the stakes are raised approaching the end of the crucible.  My prayers are more powerful than ever as I know that they are being stored for answer, even those that require Christ to return for their remembrance.  I know the pain of this life will end, what I fear more realistically than ever before is the pain that will never heal as those who remain in conflict with the Lord suffer eternally in a prison of their own making.  Please don’t leave this life without having made peace with God for this is our only opportunity.  And please do not allow the enemy to convince you that it is simply sufficient to be a “good” person, believing this will gain entry to salvation and heaven.  These are both deceptions.

God made the rules, there is only one way, one truth, one life, one light, one Word that frees us from the debt of sin and death.  That is the truth surrounding the Lord Jesus Christ.  I am praying for you in your predicament, but remember I will never have the authority to rescue or save anyone, but I know who can.  To Him no cry will be in vain.  For all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.  Won’t you make today that day to seal yourself for eternity and make the today’s trials the last you will face alone, forever.  I await my answered prayers.  I ask them in the Mighty Name of Jesus Christ the King.

The burdens of maintenance, inhibit, deny, delay and limit the Will of God before me. These things have become encumbrance, dragging behind me requiring my energy for relocation, up keep and storage. How much does this man need to survive?  Well actually, not much, except that my darn ego and self concentration come with big eyes and curvy couches of resounding comfort. Is it that time once again to give it all or has it ever really been all that I have given?  For this time maybe it is the desire for comfort for which He has been waiting for me to surrender. How many of us could do the scratchy clothes, grasshoppers and honey deal required to be herald of the Coming King?  I know me neither, maybe tomorrow Lord.

But how do I reconcile that with claiming that I want the Lord’s greatest blessings if there are roads upon which he would have me venture that I am unwilling to travel for lack of hygienic desire?  Truth is a tough measure of reality, for there is no wiggle room in truth, no tempting places of seductive darkness in which to hide actual intent vs verbal acknowledgment.  Before the Lord I am naked, not simply unclothed but unencumbered by my own veils and masks, lain bare.  It is a comfortable place where no energy need be siphoned for excuse or false persona, but it breeds responsibility, growth and timely performance for the only reason for lack thereof is the choice of disobedience for personal intent. Sir, I didn’t because I was scared, tired, hungry, incapable, broke, hungry and alone, just don’t work with an omniscient King who gives you all these things and more.

Beyond this there are only two avenues, back and forward, no sideways left or right.  No departure from the skinny path only backtracking that I might be lost in the wilderness of my own fleshly desires or forward, freed, off loaded and prepared/armoured by the Power, authority and provision for the Tasking’s of Almighty God. Will I make it to the end of this road in faith, through whichever trials come to pass?  Well of course, because when I have nothing further to give, the Lord will simply stand me up and pull me along like a child whose Father must lead or He will carry me, in which case all my stuff will have been left by the roadside anyway.  Either way, it is time once again to lose it all as a general practice of departure from self, shaking off the characteristics of man past. Putting on the New Man, the transformed man, the man who would serve God with everything, focus, intent, treasures of heart and mind.

To God be the Glory. Please take some of my stuff, because I have a mountain to climb and cannot take it with me when I go.  In Jesus’ Name I pray for all of you in health, wealth and surrender to the King.  Amen