The Pain..the Ache…The Mercy…The Grace..The Hope..The Race…The Love..The Hate..The Journeying…The Making of me(Or better yet, The Undoing of me 😌😉)
Lately, as I try to re-enter my life back on Jesus and God; I find myself reaching out for the same "resources"; rather than the Source. Resources, have been my primary means to God, if they be a means..maybe a help..a tool..but I perhaps made them my gods..my idols. For it was what I sought … Continue reading In His Presence
In my frustrations, hurts, and what some may rightly call resentments towards the professing church of God; I almost lost sight of who my redeemer is. The God of my Youth. The One who met me, came right beside me; in my most destitute moments. Jesus. Though I no longer have the same hard core … Continue reading I almost Forgot
"If I tell them, they will consider me a fool; if I am silent, I cannot escape my conscience." ~St. Francis, Before Warning The Christian Crusaders.
It's Spiritual Not mental We've sold our souls to the gods of intellect And we still wonder why we are fraught with mental stress Minds a wreck No soul, no depth Covered with all the lies of intellect. Think Think Comprehend it MadMen, minds in torment Soul death We feel it But are afraid to … Continue reading It’s Spiritual
It has been said, that one should not proclaim or identify their own gifting; but rather others will. Why is it that when institutions do define your gifts and say, “this is what we see in you, and this is what we believe you have within...” That, when one starts operating in the very thing … Continue reading I’ve Heard it Said
We forgot God is alive and well. “He” is living. So we hide inside and think of Him. We bend and shape and form Him; to control Him. We fear loss of control, silly carnal men. We hide inside away from experience. In life; where He really is. He speaks. And we listen, again and … Continue reading We Forgot
The mark of the beast maybe, is not to be seen as some physical thing to come into the horizon. It is not some big trick you have to fear stumbling upon. It’s nothing to be figured out. It’s symbolism. It’s going to be(IS) something, every man can/could choose. Not just one particular generation. Look … Continue reading Mark of the Beast? :Speculating with Self
The Undoing of Me 