Honesty for Awakening from Stasis

No More of This So-Called Worship!

A Message. God’s Word to Israel through Malachi: God said, “I love you.” You replied, “Really? How have you loved us?”

Look at history” (this is God’s answer). “Look at how differently I’ve treated you, Jacob, from Esau: I loved Jacob and hated Esau. I reduced pretentious Esau to a molehill, turned his whole country into a ghost town.”

When Edom (Esau) said, “We’ve been knocked down, but we’ll get up and start over, good as new,” God-of-the-Angel-Armies said, “Just try it and see how far you get. When I knock you down, you stay down. People will take one look at you and say, ‘Land of Evil!’ and ‘the God-cursed tribe!’

“Yes, take a good look. Then you’ll see how faithfully I’ve loved you and you’ll want even more, saying, ‘May God be even greater, beyond the borders of Israel!’ “Isn’t it true that a son honors his father and a worker his master? So if I’m your Father, where’s the honor? If I’m your Master, where’s the respect?” God-of-the-Angel-Armies is calling you on the carpet: “You priests despise me!

“You say, ‘Not so! How do we despise you?’ “By your shoddy, sloppy, defiling worship. “You ask, ‘What do you mean, “defiling”? What’s defiling about it?’

“When you say, ‘The altar of God is not important anymore; worship of God is no longer a priority,’ that’s defiling. And when you offer cursed lifeforms for sacrifices in daily worship, animals that you’re trying to get rid of—dead, blind and sick and crippled animals—isn’t that defiling? Try a trick like that with your banker or your senator—how far do you think it will get you?” God-of-the-Angel-Armies asks you.

“Get on your knees and pray that I will be gracious to you. You priests have gotten everyone in trouble. With this kind of conduct, do you think I’ll pay attention to you?” God-of-the-Angel-Armies asks you.

“Why doesn’t one of you just shut the Temple doors and lock them? As I have! Then none of you can get in and play at religion with this silly, empty-headed worship. I am not pleased. The God-of-the-Angel-Armies is not pleased. And I don’t want any more of this so-called worship!

Offering God Something Hand-Me-Down, Broken, or Useless

“I am honored all over the world. And there are common people who know how to worship me all over the world, who honor me by bringing their best to me. They’re saying it everywhere: ‘God is greater, this God-of-the-Angel-Armies.’

“All except you. Instead of honoring me, you profane me. You profane me when you say, ‘Worship is not important, and what we bring to worship is of no account,’ and when you say, ‘I’m bored—this doesn’t do anything for me.’ You act so superior, sticking your noses in the air—act superior to me, God-of-the-Angel-Armies! And when you do offer something to me, it’s a hand-me-down, or broken, or useless, or dead! Do you think I’m going to accept it? This is God speaking to you!

“A curse on the person who makes a big show of doing something great for me—an expensive sacrifice, say—and then at the last minute brings in something cursed and worthless! I’m a great king, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, honored far and wide, and I’ll not put up with it!”

Desecrating the Holiness of God

“And now this indictment, you priests! If you refuse to obediently listen, and if you refuse to honor me, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, in worship, then I’ll put you under a curse. I’ll exchange all your blessings for curses. In fact, the curses are already at work because you’re not serious about honoring me. Yes, and the curse will extend to your children. I’m going to plaster your faces with rotting garbage, garbage thrown out from your feasts. That’s what you have to look forward to!

“Maybe that will wake you up. Maybe then you’ll realize that I’m indicting you in order to put new life into my covenant with the priests of Levi, the covenant of God-of-the-Angel-Armies. My covenant with Levi was to give life and peace. I kept my covenant with him, and he honored me. He stood in reverent awe before me. He taught the truth and did not lie. He walked with me in peace and uprightness. He kept many out of the ditch, kept them on the road.

It’s the job of priests to teach the truth. People are supposed to look to them for guidance. The priest is the messenger of God-of-the-Angel-Armies. But you priests have abandoned the way of priests. Your teaching has messed up many lives. You have corrupted the covenant of priest Levi. God-of-the-Angel-Armies says so. And so I am showing you up for who you are. Everyone will be disgusted with you and avoid you because you don’t live the way I told you to live, and you don’t teach my revelation truly and impartially.

Don’t we all come from one Father? Aren’t we all created by the same God? So why can’t we get along? Why do we desecrate the covenant of our ancestors that binds us together?

Judah has cheated on God—a sickening violation of trust in Israel and Jerusalem: Judah has desecrated the holiness of God by falling in love and running off with foreign women, women who worship alien gods. God’s curse on those who do this! Drive them out of house and home! They’re no longer fit to be part of the community no matter how many offerings they bring to God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

And here’s a second offense: You fill the place of worship with your whining and sniveling because you don’t get what you want from God. Do you know why? Simple. Because God was there as a witness when you spoke your marriage vows to your young bride, and now you’ve broken those vows, broken the faith-bond with your vowed companion, your covenant wife. God, not you, made marriage. His Spirit inhabits even the smallest details of marriage. And what does he want from marriage? Children of God, that’s what. So guard the spirit of marriage within you. Don’t cheat on your spouse.

“I hate divorce,” says the God of Israel. God-of-the-Angel-Armies says, “I hate the violent dismembering of the ‘one flesh’ of marriage.” So watch yourselves. Don’t let your guard down. Don’t cheat.

You make God tired with all your talk.

“How do we tire him out?” you ask.

By saying, “God loves sinners and sin alike. God loves all.” And also by saying, “Judgment? God’s too nice to judge.”

An Ebenezer of Honesty Before Moving on to Hope

Before we start, I am putting this here because the only thing that grieves me more than the completely unnecessary loss of life is the arrogant ignorance and depraved indifference that so many who claim Christ (pagans and the lost I understand) show towards the needless suffering that will mark the survivors for decades to come… all the things left undone or openly lied about… What kind of gods do they have, in all honesty? God is not fooled by their performances of worship and acclimations of faith. No, He sees them without excuse no matter their reasons. This should’ve never happen. But it will again, even worse, if enough people don’t get honest.

I will not forget today or pretend about tommorrow even is all the Vicky-christ claimers do cheat and lie until their adulterous ends

Contagious diseases highlight the dishonesty of a people and proliferate by deceptive beliefs. Wilfull, especailly self-righteous, ignorance always ends in death. The same social and spiritual maladies that provoked 9/11 from overseas have now been wreaking a similiar mass casualty event everyday within US borders. Who’s the enemy now? Their ever expanding play-list of profligate and delusional phobias (homo, Islamo, political-eco, etc.) which demarcate the idolaters are of little use now, as if any ever were in reality. Wisdom says there’s no end to the fears of the wicked.

Dishonest people have no real Hope, and an even grimmer future, no matter what their chosen entertainment sources tell them. When will the arrogant ignorant come clean? When can they finally quit cheating on God and get honest about themselves? When their money is taken away? Honestly, that possibility bothers me too, but it would only take an instant. More reality checks, as many as needed, are “in the wings.” All God need do is nothing but allow the mountains of self-inflicted consquences to run their course as the nations fall into tumult. All He need do is not bless. But nowadays, who would even notice? How few?

The enemy separates people from God. If you scapegoat your neighbor, then you are the enemy. If you are throwing shade to ignore your own part in the mess, then you are the enemy. If you refuse to look in the mirror honestly, then you are the enemy. Enemy of whom? God, the One calling you to account. But instead of returning, they lie in ever-greater rumors and enable even more death in worse conspiracies and corruptions, just so they can promote themselves, their idols, and their faithlessness to death, literally.

Isn’t the reality check at hand enough? An unnecessary and self-inflicted mass casualty event everyday? This curse is sponsored to the world by the sons of disobedience (spiritual adulterers) desiring the power(s) of air (alien gods), struggling for a rule of lawlessness by rumor, time and again… Vichy-christians who devolved the gospel of Christ Jesus back to the imperial euangelion from whence it came, exchanging service with Jesus for ruling with Satan in perpetual obfuscation and distraction for fallen powers. But then, hallow people can only cast a shadow, because in reality they are not even there for God.

God’s desire edifies and directs faithful people, as he does all rectified creation, in righteousness with open and honest Eyes. The hallow ones are so sick they ignore or deny the death within their walls. They have covered themselves in a landscape of grim evidence, not righteousness. I could map out, as the plague has, the interstitial network that connects their death and deception with their gods now, but they must get honest first. What is the test for infidelities? Does the test of bitter waters even matter when their multitudinous, material infidelities have already polluted the waters across the earth literally, from underground to the open seas?

Only Jesus’ righteousness saves eternally above. But for all of us called to serve below in the meantime, for his ends, doing the right things for the right reasons is a practical gaurd against the selfishness and self-centeredness which is the root of destruction that shaped the past and immediate present. It need not be anyone’s future, neither for self nor other, God’s people nor the nations. I beg you, do not miss that mark. I plead, realign your aim with God’s no matter the cost. Don’t trade eternity for a bowl of comfortable stew!

A faith in “once saved always saved” has become a comfortable and convenient platitude of ease addressing the wrong soteriological question for those in exodus to Christ’s Kingdom. Duh, of course it’s true. Jesus is righteous and judges all; so certainly, he ultimately sends every soul to the one(s) they served in reality. But here and now, we start with a reality check in the wasteland that all the dishonesty has created. The first honest questions today concerning salvation should be: What master (in reality) do you follow and serve (whom are you “saved to”)? What does that path look like? And do your fruits (pick any or all) match scriptural fruits in reality? If I had to essentialize like everyone else does… I don’t like to because process is more honest and real… the one question would be, can Jesus see himself in you and your community? He himself intimates the essential question most simply, “where is your heart?” And Paul talks about “the body of Christ,” still others a “hardness of heart.” To answer it truthfully, honesty is required even if we don’t like the answers. In time, God will change us to a pleasing response.

None of us care what you call yourself or the shape of your communal piety, blessings and lay on! Just know that followers of Jesus, His Way, never traffic in death or deception nor do we ignore or rationalize it; if you really live as Christ did, then death is a gain, no question about it. Don’t you think that Jesus can recognize his image mirrored in his people… no matter what? Cannot others too? How is any “other” ever going to believe a greater truth about any social issue if the same witnesses preaching are in denial about the bedrock, shared realities of plagues, math, or the weather? Even the lost mock if someone preaches life and spreads death. And it is right that they should! In this old, deceptive arrangement others rarely come to the Truth, because the testimonies about life are “unquestionably selective in nature.” Even the wicked recognize wickedness, but the dishonest seldom see and never confess theirown twists.

Honesty is the point origin and abiding necessity for all today’s salvific questions to be answered favorably, in progressive revelation, most often of an educational type. If you simply begin to try that’s enough for today, so don’t be too hard on yourself right now. Arise tomorrow and repeat. God is faithfull and awaits the opening of eyes that He loves in tomorrow’s first light, like a husband without morning breath. It is rare that one is struck honest in a flash, the Sun doesn’t just appear at mid-day; it slowly travels there… more on all that in Lent. We promise, because without honesty today there will never be real transformation nor true unity tomorrow, the kind that Jesus’ marriage bed deserves in the eternity to come.

Honesty For Hope

Again, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.–Dickens

The end for many is also the beginning for many more. Let’s be honest and biblical from the start, not doctrinal or preachy about it, for there are always and already enough snakes in the fallen masonry of a dying garden.
I looked behind a door
And saw a world that had disappeared long before
Hide my eyes from the light
And say the words that I can’t understand
And Judah and the Maccabees they come to me

I looked behind a door
Into the eyes of a prophet who lived so long before
Hide the light from me
And say the prayers that I should understand
And if Elijah comes and takes a chair by me
I’ll sing

And Judah and the Maccabees they come for me

“Bad boys whatcha gonna do” when Judah and the Maccabees come for you? Hide from the light much? What if Elijah pulled up a chair by you? Because the Lion and we are, directly and at-a-pace… To start, for everyone who is alive the Holy Spirit, Truth is our Prime Mover. So, honesty is a journey toward the Light not a staged destination where the lights shine on us. There’s always more to be revealed later by the Light. And the farther down the trail we get, the greater our Hope becomes in the right knowledge of all things and our place, our proper image in his Eyes, within them. If we focus on the honest image of Jesus, then faithfulness plus Light equals a greater (deeper) knowledge of the Truth. My soul is not fascinated by the crystal darklings that shinny god-men have tried to sell me over the centuries to distract my eyes from the Light. I am only enthralled by what Jesus gives me to light the worlds their of dark-nesses.

In the interregnum, between Malachi and the dawning of Righteousness, during a time when even many God-fearers thought there was no prophecy nor miracles… there were people who God worked with in miracles. The biblical saga of the Maccabees is the background for the miracle of Hanukah. I was a typical church boy in the American south while empire was in full rage. So I was deprived of many of these important stories about God and his people, ‘a primitive Christmas’ was the best gloss of disinformation I got from honest church folk. That is mostly a lie. As a college student, my grandparents were terrified for my salvation when they discovered I was reading the Septuagint. Forget the liquor and “Corinthian women,” reading that version of the story was tempting eternal damnation!  

Today I can safely report that fear of peril was a lie. They all know that too… now. But their fear, while real, was a non-biblical fabrication by some folks who wanted to justify themselves when they decided to jettison important texts from the bibles we carry around here; too many protestants have always been very cavalier that way (see Luther’s original cannon). But what’s done is done. I know their reasons, and we can’t fix the past… But we can learn not to repeat it. ‘I have not come to bury my brothers and sisters but to lift them up,’ even though some will remain too invested in their version of the past to meet the future honestly. Honestly, reactionary and pious constructivists (be it cannon or constitution) are the most postmodern of thinkers, yet they decry postmodernity… funny that. Do you know how you can tell who’s a hypocrite? Easy, when they shut their mouth the lies stop. But we’ve been called to leave the dead to bury their dead, while we’re headed to Life in Spirit and Truth.

However, I will make a note, upon the memorial Ebenezer, an interesting age in American development. An event horizon when the cannon was truncated, which is not lost to sober, appropriately critical observers. Rev. Miller’s heirs and followers in the Great Disappointment inaugurated that age. Not by accident, it coincided with the rise of the quintessential imperial American slogan of “Manifest Destiny.” It soon found a perfect running mate in the self-congratulatory spiritism of ages by Rev. Darby from England. All of this “just happened” to work well (financially enabled) with prosperity found in the rising industry of the beast. All beginning about 170 years ago, that’s one hell of a mule train stuck in the Grand canyon, or that’s a long bowling alley for bowling pins of today to watch that balled serpent to come rolling at you.

But hey, who cares about history? People just want to make their own names profitable today. Good luck with all that, but if we want to be with Jesus we can’t keep making the same mistakes repeatedly. Jesus and I don’t mind a little crazy in our brides, from time to time, in fact, we gloat on it a bit. But doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome… that’s just insane. Old school translation might call it the reprobate mind of idolaters, and it is written that Jesus cannot be wed with an adulteress. But I digress…

I don’t expect too many to know the great and intriguing story of the Maccabees that well upon reading this. Maybe sometime in the next year you can rebel against disinformation and read for yourself at least the first two books of the Maccabees and then we can do some ninja hermeneutics next year. For today, to begin, I am just going to share about three levels of honesty that anyone can understand based on the broad strokes of the Maccabean narratives with Judah. Then we’ll end with a really intriguing prophetic image for Christmas and God’s intended end for this age. Basic stuff, no worries.

It was about 170 years before the arrival of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, who is the only Messiah. The “holy ones” believed that God had been struck mute and miracles had ceased. How could any of “God’s people” ever be that deaf, dumb, and blind? Arrogance in comfort maybe? Hum. The successor to Alexander the Great was ruling the Holy Land and proving to be a real stinker in the punch bowl of proper temple worship. How? He prominently placed imperial symbols in the temple, covered the sacred ground with burnt cursed offerings, and proclaimed himself a son of God (when he most certainly wasn’t)… all the while ruling in oppression and lawlessness (lies, conspiracy, and rumor). Can you image such ugliness, hate, and evil? Hum.

Now you might think that kind of clear and present spiritual-cum-material corruption would have every real God-fearer in the land very disturbed. You might imagine the lawless one would have been seen coming miles away. You might believe they’d be righteously indignant if only for God’s strong self-regard. But then, you’d be wrong on each account, only a few were angry along with God. You might think, okay, well they couldn’t do anything about it so they chaffed under the wicked yolk. But many didn’t. Most of the leaders had become Hellenized by power, wealth, and status over the people of the land; those poor, ignorant and misled, didn’t have time to think deeply, like professional religious elites did. The poor multitudes could not think about much other than where there next meal was coming from. The few rich folks feathered their nests with “shell collections” and comforting lies. Vultures never had it so good.

The Maccabees were among the few who were neither seduced nor charmed by Greek rule or culture. They were trained critics of culture, for God’s strong self-regard. They honestly refused to become compromised puppets of the ruler. And they led a successful rebellion to oust the lawlessness, cleanse the temple, and set things right. Any student of military history could tell you that the military victories were the result of brilliant and field tested leadership that was accompanied by somewhat miraculous and well timed, in the bigger picture issues, impinging on that theater of Great operations. Warriors from Napoleon to Bradley studied that history because it was that awesome. I suggest you read about it sometime. 

Well, hurrah and the cowboy rode off into the sunset, then on the next day came the Day-breaker, the advent of Jesus, the Rightful ruler.  But not so fast, a funny thing happened on the way to sunrise. And that dramedy of errors and thrills is best read through a lens of honesty on many levels, if we are to avoid the same mistakes. I mean, er, if ever anyone might see any parallels with today or tomorrow… maybe. Let the reader beware, that conviction is left for them to decide, for the moment. But eye, there’s the rub… unless we honestly assess the situation then and now to operationalize the knowledge in wisdom… we might not make it to the realization of the vision. And believe me, every follower of Jesus is living and dying for that vision.

To do that we need a paradigm shift, from flesh to Spirit, because for those of us who fight for Truth, the fight is never just superficial. The truth inhabits all layers of existence like the accretions of a pearl. Eyes are not enough to peel back the layers to get to the original issue, the disturbance that invoked God’s creation of beauty around the irritation. To avoid sin in repetition is to turn from insanity, so we might mitigate the consequences and shame. Everyone in the Spirit has already been given all power and authority to forgive those who have sinned against us (including ourselves) and then get to work in alleviating the consequences of our failures before we can think with right authority about the sins we see in others.

Culture not is NOT spirit. Zeitgeist is a thing but it is not a spirit in the biblical sense. As a professional medical anthropologist (ret) I can say PhD’s in biblical studies and theology are errant enough concerning all things cultural. And I won’t even go there with all the self-appointed culture warriors, because they rarely, if ever, have the slightest idea of what they’re talking about. As a result, they have done much more damage than they alone can repair… Geertz and Girard are too much for everybody, right now. Just know that whatever culture is or ain’t, it is dynamic, contested, situated, and deeply layered. Also, there’s even more difficulty in tracing, mapping the ephemeral sinews between layers.

For today, all we need to know as we now trudge towards the Light is to best serve God and others we must move from flesh-based perspectives to the Spiritual one. This is what scientists call a paradigm shift. Now, you can rebel, good luck and adios. But you need to know that the greater reality around the everyday reality in which most swim without understanding (try asking a fish what water is, they just stare) is being altered, slowly and steadily, and it is already marking out subjects with significant effects. If you want to be useful and enjoy some divinely potent benefits, then you need to engage the Spirit. It is not that scary or dramatic, go at an easy pace, but please do it.  

The definition of a paradigm shift is “a change from one way of being (which became rigid and static) to another movement (where there is movement there is life). It just does not happen, but rather it is driven by agents of change (that’s what we want to begin to become for Jesus, be patient).” Mr. Kuhn is credited with first using the term, but I believe we can make out an earlier outline for the pattern in the Apostle Paul when he talks about the duties of a Christian. Yes things to do, after we first take hold of what Jesus offered to us! That is where “the more” and “the difference” is… Ya’know that bothersome other 90% of the biblical texts…

Sacrifice of Body and Mind. So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.

Oh, I know you’ve heard this many times, but be doers not just sayers… and ironically it is most often deployed when religous leaders call people to do an earthly agenda. No, it will “work” only when people based on a Spiritual way of life manifest divine fruit in the world through proper whole life worship. Any other use is an abuse and those involved will be relieved of any eternal duties. Also, it is definitively both a personal and communal process. The real Spiritual exodus out of the world and aerial dog-fight up to Jesus only occurs when it is driven by increasingly honest people implementing key biblical rudiments: the Word of God (his holistic ordering of all said elements), a salvific journey along a fruit-bearing path in arears (feel free to use your favorite grammar of doctrinal schema, unless or until it dissipates the yield), a perspectival redress of concerns from self to other, and the Holy Spirit in action and in prayer.

With this in mind, the orthogonal take-away from all that history of the Maccabees this season is simple, bitter, and short. Who’s to blame for the failure of the revolt? I mean, if it had been done rightly and maintained honestly, then there may have been a whole other set and setting to meet the arrival of the Lord of Glory. But hey, people, am I right? Got to love them in peace, on the whole!

And that’s just it, the failure of God’s people is rarely, if ever, about one person or one group. As God’s people, we all (EVERYBODY, yours truly most of all!) have work at getting honest and grow in the Light of the Truth every day. It is a process. When we are honest, the Light feeds, grows, and rises us up, but when we’re dishonest the very same Light will burn us to the ground in ashes. Again, nobody can claim perfect growth besides Jesus, and it is he who calls us to try. He also provides us with brothers and sisters to pick us up, as well as a sometimes frustrating but pretty cool Guide. Now some are sicker than others, most often we’re the other but occasionally we’re the some. Yes we all might go crazy but we don’t all go crazy at the same time, like most of Israel has done from time to time. That’s who’s at fault.

Most point at the man of lawlessness himself who desecrated worship and God’s home by corrupting the temple. But that is a really flimsy, fleshy read. Going deeper, it was the Jewish leadership who traded the earthly delights of Hellenization and misled the people of the land; that’s the real abomination, exploiting the people. For as much as God enjoyed his dive on earth, he’s really always been about the people and what they desire in their hearts and worship with heads and hands. That might be truer today than it was then, if you have the honest eyes to see.

Hold your nose so we can hit bottom here, the Maccabees failed themselves, their people, and their God. Over time, the freedom-fighting revolutionaries became the stiff-necked wall-eyed establishment, like sun-scorched prophets becoming ear-tickling priests. For them as a clan it became about earthly reign and religous rule for themselves, their own name, instead of the righteousness of Israel, that is to say Israel’s God. Could you ever imagine being their kinsman redeemer? Wow, what a load! Hum, big picture for now though… the many-tiered failures by a majority of God’s people time and again, not just the sins in “one type of culture,” make one hell of a bonfire and include lots of material fallout with an unacceptable amount of collateral damage. But that past should no longer be our future, even if it is our immediate present. We promise.

A Honest and Biblical Vision of God’s Summation on Earth

What does God want to see? Where is all this headed down the line? What might we be a part of? I learned the basis of this vision from some of my favorite teachers, now I can’t call all of them Jesus followers but they certainly laid great ground work for Jesus… and, hey… Heaven and all creation are run by a small Jewish family concern, but please don’t tell the anti-Semites who claim Christ. We kind of want that to be a surprise for them on their respective big days… unkind? Maybe but, for me and maybe just for me, it is ordered, honest, and biblical as it is written, ‘let the sinners keep sinning.’ 

When Noah woke up with his hangover, he learned what his youngest son had done. He said,

“Cursed be Canaan! A slave of slaves,
    a slave to his brothers!
Blessed be God, the God of Shem,
    but Canaan shall be his slave.
God prosper Japheth,
    living spaciously in the tents of Shem.
But Canaan shall be his slave.”

Yup, back to Genesis and a patriarch rising from a bender, again. It happens as it’s written, like it or not, God puts prophecy in asses, sober drunks, and history, all of his histories because “the good folks” are actually “the bad boys,” on occasion. Mysterious ways in deed. Maybe there’s even some prophecy in the Maccabean yarns, perhaps a little thing here or there, just maybe. God’s awesome that way; but some, for myriad reasons, want to uncritically project their own desires into the ecstatic visions from lost symbolic worlds. Good luck, because any semiotician worth their salt will tell you that you need to know your situated histories and their contested contexts before you can begin to try to read your symbols rightly. Before that, first you must be fearless and honest enough to rightly assess your own perspective and keep that critique in mind at all times. Those first two steps and keeping a focus on process are where most have fallen off the wagon, so to speak… But we covered that enough below and before. The point is that it’s okay to be Shem or even Japeth but not Canaan, who became a catchall term for idolatry, serving other gods.

I came across the history researching on priestly garments that the writer of Ephesians foregrounds. The vision comes from another Hanukah, a prophetic second one reported to have happened 30 days after the first is celebrated but actually a generation of leadership before the desolation of the temple, which led to the Maccabees’ material warfare and ultimate failure, despite some miracles.

Nonsense? Well there are two Passovers, a second one 30 days later in case you can’t make the first one… multiple services if you will. To get to it you’ve got to have some insight into the history of discussions the masters record when they discuss how to live in obedience to God’s Word. It is from the Gemara in Yoma 69a. I know, it isn’t a text that most biblical scholars discuss and you certainly won’t hear it preached in these parts, but it is relevant context for the texts that we supposedly hold sacred… so we might say it is contagiously holy or immediately holy adjacent… No? Well, you don’t have to think about it ever again. we’re looking at patterns across time, not a new doctrine, God forbid. But you got to see is one picture to see the first Christmas in a deeper way, a huge event in “Christendom” 1700 years ago, and maybe, just maybe, another event in the future that most only hint at expectantly.

“Come and hear: As to priestly garments, it is forbidden to go out in them in the province, but in the Sanctuary whether during or outside the time of the service, it is permitted to wear them, because priestly garments are permitted for private use. This is conclusive. But in the province [it is] not [permitted]? Surely it was taught: The twenty-fifth of Tebeth is the day of Mount Gerizim, on which no mourning is permitted. It is the day on which the Cutheans demanded the House of our God from Alexander the Macedonian (the Great) so as to destroy it, and he had given them the permission, whereupon some people came and informed Simeon the Just (the High Priest). What did the latter do? He put on his priestly garments, robed himself in priestly garments, some of the noblemen of Israel went with him carrying fiery torches in their hands, they walked all the night, some walking on one side and others on the other side, until the dawn rose. When the dawn rose he [Alexander] said to them: Who are these [the Samaritans]? They answered: The Jews who rebelled against you. As he reached Antipatris, the sun having shone forth, they met. When he (Alexander the Great) saw Simeon the Just, he descended from his carriage and bowed down before him. They said to him: A great king like yourself should bow down before this Jew? He answered: His image it is which wins for me in all my battles. He said to them: What have you come for? They said: Is it possible that star-worshippers should mislead you to destroy the House wherein prayers are said for you and your kingdom that it be never destroyed! He said to them: Who are these? They said to him: These are Cutheans who stand before you. He said: They are delivered into your hand. At once they perforated their heels, tied them to the tails of their horses and dragged them over thorns and thistles, until they came to Mount Gerizim, which they ploughed and planted with vetch, even as they had planned to do with the House of God. And that day they made a festive day. If you like say: They were fit to be priestly garments, or, if you like, say: It is time to work for the Lord: they have made void Thy law.”

There you have it! The ruler of the world sent by the enemies of God’s chosen people to destroy God’s abode, but instead he bows before the High Priest, nary a word spoken nor a shot fired. All peaceable like. Oooh wee, get some! Forget all these damned doomsday cults and enticing entertainments! Just give me and mine God’s Word, his vision, and a Star to guide because that’s where I am going! Can’t wait! I hope you caught a glimpse too!

Pardon me… sometimes I get a bit high in the Spirit when he shares the good stuff. It’s written that’s okay time-to-time. You might have seen a foreshadowing of the magi at the manger of Peace, or perhaps something greater to come. There is a lot to unpack there. There is even a prophetic image for Constantine’s so-called conversion that initiated the unholy train wreck that we’re trying to survive today.

I’ll just list a few little things from my notes that caught my eye at my first read. The lineage of the priest (always important) is debated, but the character’s historicity is attested in multiple texts. The suit that reflects God’s glory is interesting, very interesting, and I’m piling information on it high and deep right now (PhD). The time-place rules for wearing it are intriguing. What could be Simeon’s personal reason for stepping out in God’s finery? What social situation could provoke such a bold move? When did/does Jesus, God in the flesh, the Light himself step out in his flesh suit? No matter the whys, the priestly entourage walks through the darkness carrying torch-lights about the suit of lights, so it can reflect those dimmer lights until daybreak. Hum.

But maybe the bigger point, the key for today, is in the portion of Scripture above and before us all in every version of the bible. Perhaps the weight is in the image that the story constructs; Hebrew is excellent that way. And where else would I look for the answer? It is God’s desire and plan, prophecy-cum-promise, that “He prosper Japheth, living spaciously in the tents of Shem.” If you know some family history and the Genesis grammar code, it might roughly translate that ultimately God (not any bogus world system or human construct) will truly prosper Greeks (gentiles) when they are rightly ordered and covered in the Jewish household of God’s abode. And who is the Master of the Jewish household? Whether they know it or not, it is Jesus. Also, a warning from the prophetic text: be on guard against adultery to God (idolatry in any and all other seductive world systems) or there will be an eternal enslavement rather than the forever freedom to which you were called. Please don’t blow your eternal inheritance, even if you think doing the right thing today will cost you too much in your earthly retirement, no matter how yummy the stew. The eyes of Heaven are upon you.     

To close, if you know any Nostradamus wanna-bes pointing to false Messiahs carrying flashy, mad-power schemes with the future all planed out in vain glory, like Jesus said they would, feel free to tell them, ‘go on and enjoy your banquet in the grave.’ I am just going keep doing what I do, not much and seldom too hard. I’ll just keep reading what God and my good Lord give me every single day, rinse and repeat in the moment, as fairly and equitably as he enables me on that given day. And ultimately I know, as sure as the Sun rises, that we’ll all see what all eyes will see: Satan with every single one of his dirty and destructive servants who ruled upon the earth in lies and corruptions as they finally bow in silence before they are cast down and sealed up, the end for them because ‘they worked to void God’s logos‘ in his cosmos. God will not help a master defined by his servants, he crushes the idols with the idolaters.

Their time is short but ours is not. Sure, I might not know all the hows or whens exactly, that’s a good thing. And I may fall for an instant in death first, just so to see the scene repeated from Glory. Whatever pleases God, I am in. We don’t need a rebellion if we walk in fidelity, just ask Daniel. I know all I need to know for today, I know right from wrong, death from life, and truth from lie. I will not forget or pretend no matter how dark it gets because I wear my flesh to reflect the Light. It is our committed hope and our Father’s desire that everybody else does too, in his honest image, as soon as possible. Happy Hanukah to Jesus! 

Besides all that, what ever happened to the Maccabees? Could they have any future after working so hard and so long on a jacked-up legacy? Could God use them? Where’d they go?

Cheap grace is not amazing grace. Grace is amazing for the honest and a trap for liars. And to be completely honest, I’m still a tiny bit miffed that my wife wouldn’t let me where a kilt at our wedding.
Religious folks are thoughtful people who want a heaven that they stipulate, while Spiritual folks are honest people who don’t want to go back to a hell that they know.
Better to drop things here and now from your hands, head, and hearts in relative darkness, beneath *stars on the billows glean,* than have them burned out later by the Light. Everyone goes through “the fire” one way or another, repentance posthaste makes it much easier whenever the time comes… but hey, they’re your lots to keep casting…

The Master You’ve Been Looking For

“Look! I’m sending my messenger on ahead to clear the way for me. Suddenly, out of the blue, the Leader you’ve been looking for will enter his Temple—yes, the Messenger of the Covenant, the one you’ve been waiting for. Look! He’s on his way!” A Message from the mouth of God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

But who will be able to stand up to that coming? Who can survive his appearance?

He’ll be like white-hot fire from the smelter’s furnace. He’ll be like the strongest lye soap at the laundry. He’ll take his place as a refiner of silver, as a cleanser of dirty clothes. He’ll scrub the Levite priests clean, refine them like gold and silver, until they’re fit for God, fit to present offerings of righteousness. Then, and only then, will Judah and Jerusalem be fit and pleasing to God, as they used to be in the years long ago.

“Yes, I’m on my way to visit you with Judgment. I’ll present compelling evidence against sorcerers, adulterers, liars, those who exploit workers, those who take advantage of widows and orphans, those who are inhospitable to the homeless—anyone and everyone who doesn’t honor me.” A Message from God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

I am God—yes, I Am. I haven’t changed. And because I haven’t changed, you, the descendants of Jacob, haven’t been destroyed. You have a long history of ignoring my commands. You haven’t done a thing I’ve told you. Return to me so I can return to you,” says God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

“You ask, ‘But how do we return?’

Begin by being honest. Do honest people rob God? But you rob me day after day. “You ask, ‘How have we robbed you?’

By saying, “God loves sinners and sin alike. God loves all.” And also by saying, “Judgment? God’s too nice to judge.

The Difference Between Serving God and Not Serving Him

God says, “You have spoken hard, rude words to me. “You ask, ‘When did we ever do that?’

“When you said, ‘It doesn’t pay to serve God. What do we ever get out of it? When we did what he said and went around with long faces, serious about God-of-the-Angel-Armies, what difference did it make? Those who take life into their own hands are the lucky ones. They break all the rules and get ahead anyway. They push God to the limit and get by with it.’”

“You’ll be voted ‘Happiest Nation.’ You’ll experience what it’s like to be a country of grace.” God-of-the-Angel-Armies says so.

Then those whose lives honored God got together and talked it over. God saw what they were doing and listened in. A book was opened in God’s presence and minutes were taken of the meeting, with the names of the God-fearers written down, all the names of those who honored God’s name.

“The tithe and the offering—that’s how! And now you’re under a curse—the whole lot of you—because you’re robbing me. Bring your full tithe to the Temple treasury so there will be ample provisions in my Temple. Test me in this and see if I don’t open up heaven itself to you and pour out blessings beyond your wildest dreams. For my part, I will defend you against marauders, protect your wheat fields and vegetable gardens against plunderers.” The Message of God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

God-of-the-Angel-Armies said, “They’re mine, all mine. They’ll get special treatment when I go into action. I treat them with the same consideration and kindness that parents give the child who honors them. Once more you’ll see the difference it makes between being a person who does the right thing and one who doesn’t, between serving God and not serving him.”

The Sun of Righteousness Will Dawn

“Count on it: The day is coming, raging like a forest fire. All the arrogant people who do evil things will be burned up like stove wood, burned to a crisp, nothing left but scorched earth and ash— a black day. But for you, sunrise! The sun of righteousness will dawn on those who honor my name, healing radiating from its wings. You will be bursting with energy, like colts frisky and frolicking. And you’ll tromp on the wicked. They’ll be nothing but ashes under your feet on that Day.” God-of-the-Angel-Armies says so.

Remember and keep the revelation I gave through my servant Moses, the revelation I commanded at Horeb for all Israel, all the rules and procedures for right living.

But also look ahead: I’m sending Elijah the prophet to clear the way for the Big Day of God—the decisive Judgment Day! He will convince parents to look after their children and children to look up to their parents. If they refuse, I’ll come and put the land under a curse.”

Not big things, but the “little, strange” things to “great men…” Not the stuff men pout and argue about in adoration more than life, but what God loves and desires, not places of pride but people of humility… that’s warfare that the enemies’ gates and walls will not endure, be they men’s or Satan’s.
No matter what you’ve done or who you thought you were, please turn and catch up. We’ve started walking out.


(Next stop, a wee Hope wrapped in spare, common devotion at sunrise December 25th)

Shiloh Dreams: Angelic Ladders not Human Towers

Halfway to the end of this post many (if not most) will say, “no way, what a disaster!” I know, my uncle was in that room; years later he became the head of uplink at NASA, in no small part due to the work done that faith-filled day. So I know personally, if you chose to have a faith worth believeing in and “work the problem” from the ground, then you will help make way for what will become our finest hour. I am not talking about just three astronauts… We want everyone to accept the challenge just to hear Jesus say to them, “it’s been a privilege flying with you.” It is so worth any sacrifice!

Rosh Chodesh Kislev is the moon that Jesus, the Messiah, made to mark the darkness of months, darkness that only he can destroy and bring a rebirth of Light. So, the darkness is merely the part of the pangs for rebirth. Birth is sacrifice for a legacy, both in the material and the spiritual realms. Also, now is often referred to as “the month of dreams,” for it contains more daily portions concerning dreams than any other month. It begins the season of hope for the return of the Light.

The daily portion today concerns “fire gifts” inaugurating the time of dreams, for all creation and her Creator. He, our only High Priest tells me, ‘speak to the people of our Logos in all things. Tell them, charge all of them about re-presenting my food, my Fire-Gifts of pleasing fragrance, at the all times. Tell them this is the Fire-Gift that all are to present to God, not the ones that please themselves.’

So, we will speak in flame and dreams, of bad then good, the whole that lays bare the reality of earthly things, now recalled into obedience for rebirth into a promised union. We speak to empower those who are free to serve the Lord, children of our God sacrificing for reconciliation. We speak to correct those who still disobediently occasion disorder upon the footstool. Lastly, we speak to warn the dark ones who are still enthralled to gentile lusts, for they are bewitched and enslaved by a filthy existence.

After Israel left Egypt,
    the clan of Jacob left those barbarians behind;
Judah became holy land for him,
    Israel the place of holy rule.
Sea took one look and ran the other way;
    River Jordan turned around and ran off.
The mountains turned playful and skipped like rams,
    the hills frolicked like spring lambs.
What’s wrong with you, Sea, that you ran away?
    and you, River Jordan, that you turned and ran off?
And mountains, why did you skip like rams?
    and you, hills, frolic like spring lambs?
Tremble, Earth! You’re in the Lord’s presence!
    in the presence of Jacob’s God.
He turned the rock into a pool of cool water,
    turned flint into fresh spring water.

If we want Holy water or a Royal wedding, then we need to start cleaning up our acts now, because we need Living water and an unadulterated bride first, before the Groom arrives.

So Isaac called in Jacob and blessed him. Then he ordered him, “Don’t take a Caananite wife. Leave at once. Go to Paddan Aram to the family of your mother’s father, Bethuel. Get a wife for yourself from the daughters of your uncle Laban. “And may The Strong God bless you and give you many, many children, a congregation of peoples; and pass on the blessing of Abraham to you and your descendants so that you will get this land in which you live, this land God gave Abraham.” So Isaac sent Jacob off. He went to Paddan Aram, to Laban son of Bethuel the Aramean, the brother of Rebekah who was the mother of Jacob and Esau. Esau learned that Isaac had blessed Jacob and sent him to Paddan Aram to get a wife there, and while blessing him commanded, “Don’t marry a Canaanite woman,” and that Jacob had obeyed his parents and gone to Paddan Aram. When Esau realized how deeply his father Isaac disliked the Canaanite women, he went to Ishmael and married Mahalath the sister of Nebaioth and daughter of Ishmael, Abraham’s son. This was in addition to the wives he already had.

Jacob left Beersheba and went to Haran. He came to a certain place and camped for the night since the sun had set. He took one of the stones there, set it under his head and lay down to sleep. And he dreamed: A stairway was set on the ground and it reached all the way to the sky; angels of God were going up and going down on it.

Then God was right before him, saying, “I am God, the God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac. I’m giving the ground on which you are sleeping to you and to your descendants. Your descendants will be as the dust of the Earth; they’ll stretch from west to east and from north to south. All the families of the Earth will bless themselves in you and your descendants. Yes. I’ll stay with you, I’ll protect you wherever you go, and I’ll bring you back to this very ground. I’ll stick with you until I’ve done everything I promised you.”

Jacob woke up from his sleep. He said, “God is in this place—truly. And I didn’t even know it!” He was terrified. He whispered in awe, “Incredible. Wonderful. Holy. This is God’s House. This is the Gate of Heaven.” Jacob was up first thing in the morning. He took the stone he had used for his pillow and stood it up as a memorial pillar and poured oil over it. He christened the place Bethel (God’s House). The name of the town had been Luz until then. Jacob vowed a vow: “If God stands by me and protects me on this journey on which I’m setting out, keeps me in food and clothing, and brings me back in one piece to my father’s house, this God will be my God. This stone that I have set up as a memorial pillar will mark this as a place where God lives. And everything you give me, I’ll return a tenth to you.”

Return to the way of Christ Jesus. His way is the only One who purifies us for *the Robe and Crown.*
My first full baptism, burned by water, Sunday, August 12th 1990. We sang “Down to the River.”

I just found this pic of my baptism. Pappaw Brooks took the pic, the Trinity is in the background while my mother and father are facing the camera. The two elders are the reason I am posting it. They prayed for me for decades, despite all my ups and downs, ins and outs. I thanked them. All they said in return was that they did it so I would do the same for “many” others. They stressed “many” and I laughed. I am such a fool, because only now I know what it feels like to pray for the ungrateful apostates and ignorant others for decades, only so that they might come clean before it is too late. They, unnamed but raised from death, offer a legacy in our sufferings and anonymity… all for God’s name alone.  

In Shiloh, at the head of the Navasota, first river west of the Trinity…*Precious memories, unseen angels sent from somewhere to my soul how they linger, ever near me and the sacred past unfolds…* “David complained because he was brought into such extremities that he was past all hope, but after he had rehearsed the sorrows and griefs, wherewith he was vexed. He recovereth himself from the bottomless pit of tentations, and groweth in hope. And here under his own person he setteth forth the figure of Christ, whom he did foresee by the spirit of prophecy, that he should marvelously, and strangely be rejected, and abased, before his Father should raise and exalt him again.
(GNV notes on Ps 22)

Shiloh, Limestone County, Texas

Shiloh, also known as Lo or Luther, is on Farm Road 1953 six miles south of Mexia in northern Limestone County. The name Lo may have been an abbreviation of Shiloh. It is a shambles of a wide spot in the road today. But it will always be the soil of my identity. In the early 1800’s my fraternal blood was among the first anglos to settle there. My grandfather purchased the best land, it held the only artesian wells in the area. They fed the creeks for the Navasota. He dammed up a part of them for that lake in the background, which, I believe, still feeds the creeks.

Shiloh will always be “my happy place,” even though my sisters out-voted me to sell the farm. I am still sad about that but the lessons, memories, and dreams I had there have sheltered and fed me at the worst times in my life. And they still refresh me in crucial times. Recently, I discovered that many of my experiences there echoed those of a hero pappaw handed down to me, Omar Bradley… not Eisenhower, he’s a politician, or Patton, he’s a “jerk.” He served under all of them and said, “Be the one nobody talks about because that’s the man that God talks to.” He was convienced that God worked through Omar for operation Overlord.

I learned to hunt squirrels with the same kind of weapon, the same way, and at the same age. I love that; the small things fitting together just right mean the most in God’s time. It’s an edifying comfort to always have a sure point of origin and summation. No matter how far afield I’ve been called or taken, I have always been able to triangulate with those two points in order to set a new course for home. More importantly, on the best of trips, God has granted me to help some of the captured or sick or lost along the way.

Pappaw and my youngest sister in 1987.
My branch from the Vine, on my first trip to Shiloh in the late spring of 1967… I was fortunate enough to get to know this great-grandfather as well as one other as a child, both preachers (more on the other another post). So three “preachers” here, the fourth, my father, was not, and I believe that made him the best of our bunch.
This is me on a horse named Shiloh at Fort Parker, just stepp’n distance from the farm. Much later my Hebrew tutor and I worked out that one of meanings for Shiloh roughly translates as “take it easy.” That’s my favorite possible meaning. I recall the horse was peacable as well.

About a decade ago, I had occasion to trace family origins through Scotland in person, to a unique clan of “traditional healers” and obstreperous warriors (typical Scots) prior to the Christianization of British Isles. Our surname was shortened when we came to the isles and again when we acrossed the ocean to the New World. Family folk lore (handed down by the males) is about our whole lineage making a vow to defend the rule of Judah long before then. But who believes stories from family folklore? What does that mean? As far as I know, at least every other man in the fraternal line has been a minister. Not sure of the accuracy of folklore, but so far, by the Spirit, I’ve always been stood up again after getting knocked down in defense of Christ Jesus, his reality and truth. It appears that I am the end of the line. Maybe it is because I never got the paperwork or acknowledgment my forefathers did, but I am good with that because I forsook those dubious glories in obedience of God’s word to me.

The men of my line have always been “deliberate.”  That would explain the number of my kin who went mad, drunk or sober, seeing all the counterfeits rising up in American churches. Looking back, I was on rails all along because as I shared before, I got it from the other side too. I do know God takes vows seriously, while too many “special” people switch allegiances at the whims of their “special” material culture agendas. My pappaw lost a lung in Italy to a fascist bullet and he, as a medic and officer, was one of the first to care for those liberated from the Nazi death camps. Even at seminary before the war, he was troubled by what he saw. After the war, especially when the fraudulent “culture wars” started in the 70’s. He decided never to go back to church or finish his seminary training, even after he made some money. He made a lot for a boy who couldn’t afford shoes growing up. If he was good, then his father let him put his cold feet in the grain on the way to market on cold days.

“When they started hanging flags in response to the Soviet threat,” he told me, “then I knew that one day this country and apostate churches would cheer the construction of camps to become just like the Nazis and Soviets.” His point was that people called by God should never sellout to the powers that be. For then, instead of being salt and light, they’d be darkness and salt the earth just like the Romans did to call their murderous work “peace.” That is the semblance of anti-christ, from age to age. He was a real prophet because he died just as the Soviet wall fell and many Americans in apostate churches started rising their blasphemous walls to divide people and rule the world for profit. “The Patriot Church Movement” for example is obvious and overt idolatry in false-fatherhood. How can all that not be going to hell? But trying to teach idolaters latin or what words actually mean isn’t my job. I have orders to grind on the chaos or cut away the darknss, not descend into their black hole. I fear for them. As my great-grandfather used to say, ‘you cannot preach heaven and raise hell, then expect to be saved.’ And I would’ve pitied any fool who tried to put any flag in his church.

Our Lord refused to tempt our God; he flatly rejected Satan’s overt offer for material wealth and earthly rule. Who told all these “special” people that they should openly tempt God? But for decades they’ve been saying, “yes, yes, thank you Satan! More please!” But for me and mine, we will follow the example of Jesus Christ. It won’t take 1700 years to witness very different results for the world and the Church. Just now, I know the better part of 70 million Americans haunt social clubs that either actively support, or passively abide, the same Satanic rules of hate and arrogance of those other, godless nations (waiting for Barna’s number and final advanced election analytics). And who told them to put a thumb on the scales of justice? Wisdom calls them doomed…Talk about a common Caananite woman? C’mon man! A Righteous Jewish Father (the only real father) would never, ever let any of those skanks near his only Son, forget thoughts of intimacy.

Pappaw and the Word of God are right, “the Kingdom of Jesus would never be a republic or single people because God Word’s ordained it after his own rejection.” Damn I miss that man. Where are the men like him?…not many about these days. I don’t image anyone could’ve ever called him a liberal, but I know he would’ve punched any tyrant or any of their supporters in the throat and crushed their balls stepping over them, if any of those frauds ever blasphemed the name of our Lord and God to his face. I’ve done marginally better, yet been rejected more often than he. But, after awhile, what can you say to people that committed to delusion and sin? How does one curse a curse or cursing people? Are they going to have to lose everything in complete horror before they realize that the only thing they are at war with is the Lord God Almighty? Christ Jesus relieved me that burden by giving me orders offer peace first. But soon, if they love war and hate so much, then they will be given what they want eternally. I fear for them.

The forms of godlessness that the enemy has seduced too many American churches into, we discussed in a past posts. None of it can be bound in heaven, for they’ve been abused by the enemy to fail and frustrate the havest. You know all those rainless clouds that lying weather men talk about, “it will rain once we have complete control of the powers be, one more judge, one more president, one more war, etc...” That’s the same motto that godless people used to rule godless peoples with apostate churches for 1700 years. So, I see the wisdom of stoning false prophets in the OT. Anyone else tired of their legacy of lies and false prophecies?

I am looking far down the tracks and high up to Glory, trying to triangulate how long it will take to recover the fields of human florishing and other important social issues, after they’ve been salted with hate, arrogance, and legislation, so that a holy Church might heal all that terror with God’s power in Jesus’ way. “Cleanse the water to save the fish, cleanse the faith to save the nations”…righteous orders from the Righteous One. Many “special” people will argue that’s two different orders so they might split them and insert theirown “special” mission creep overtime, but the orders are one in the same according to my Lord and God. Can you image the owner and sower of a field sending a harvester only to find a multitude salting the earth while screaming the sower’s name? What is Jesus’ way to rectify that type of abomination? What does that look like? How do the righteous come out of them to get to the promises of the owner?

No matter how it works out over time, I promise God’s way is always the same, unlike the ways of the nations and apostates. The enemy always realigns to seduce the weak, but God’s way remains the same, despite the prognostications of fraudlent schemes for global horror and spectacular self-righteousness. If they were right, then it is they who’d be left behind. So let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, for their sakes.

“And I will give unto thee the keys of the Kingdom of heaven, and whatsoever thou shalt bind upon earth, shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth, shall be loosed in heaven.Verily I say unto you, Whatsoever ye bind on earth, shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye loose on earth, shall be loosed in heaven.”

“This is no time for ‘fancy Dans’ who won’t hit the line with all they have on every play, unless they can call the signals. Each player on this team-whether he shines in the spotlight of the backfield or eats dirt in the line-must be all-Jesus*… We have men of politics*, too few men of God… We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount. The world has achieved brilliance without con-science. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living… And if we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant will prove to be our executioner.” — Omar Bradely

I will trudge it out from humanity’s desirous delimmas to Jesus’ desired resolution, darkness to light, in fire and dreams, all for Jesus’ ultimate delight. The primary focus of my work is not concerned with the conviction of sins but rather with the approach to the Spirit, who is the Spirit of Jesus Christ (he who judges) and our Father (the One from whom all righteousness flows and returns). The myriad erant perspectives of sin (the way God’s enemey’s rearry their forces from age to age in humanity’s sins) are a momentary obstacle meant to kill, steal, and destroy in the maximum. But in “God’s time,” the enemy and their captives’ flithy redress is fleeting in the grand scheme.

Over the long haul, the Great fact is that growth in the Spirit is the maturation of faith and inasmuch as you attune to the Spiritual realities and experiences, you release and are released from the curse of sins in numinous mitigation (our Lord’s prayer), while Jesus Christ alone puts away the sins themselves. So by his Grace that the very disease, the leftover consquences and repricussions, take on a spiritual character, as a challenge to grow up. No other spirit nor people can do that, apart from those serving with(in) the Spirit sent by Jesus into his people: overcome all challenges to grow, heal, and fulfill His Logos according to our Father’s design for living.

But first, we begin, we must circumscribe the darkness and the power of a “special” people, in order to expose them in the light, so that the Light might scatter the power that underlies their fallen forms of godlessness. So that the Light may reorder all things and arrive in the fullness of time on his earth as he has in the heavens.

Delimmas: man’s towers

We could just play play Crowder (one of only twelve soft-spoken Texans) on a loop for 6 and 1/2 days to bring in the Kingdom, but Jesus deserves more people even though some take a little longer, especially when it’s their favorite cherished things they need to release before they might rise.

Stautory Inditment

Please listen to Rabbi Gordon (5 minutes): Just to be clear of complaint… if you cannot accept the words of a rabbi for occasional instruction and edification, then you’ll have lasting problems with Jesus for your salvation. He is the Rabbi of rabbis.

Important divinely ordained spiritual principles to remember: God uses the devil and his forces to challenge the righteous, holy people. God’s holy people work in God’s good things to make them better, but evil challenges us and gives the righteous the opportunity to overcome. Conversely, to become the destroyer of God’s good things marks you as God’s enemy. You may present yourself as kind and gentle yet feelings of arrogance in pursuit of worldly power mean you are serving evil, by any name. Righteousness comes through repentance, as Jesus Christ called to you first and last during his first earthly ministry. Cast out the enemy in God’s house, his good work, because your eternal life is at risk. No matter what your authorities say, my God and my Lord will judge you by your hearts. Do not let the thoughts of your head or the work of your hands belie your hearts to be marked in service to the liar and destroyer or you will be destroyed with him. My God and Lord are always just and trustworthy, nothing is hidden from them so all souls will go to their true master.

Tower of Babel: The whole world had the same language and the same words. When they were migrating from the east, they came to a valley in the land of Shinar and settled there. They said to one another, “Come, let us mold bricks and harden them with fire.” They used bricks for stone, and bitumen for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the sky, and so make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered all over the earth.”

The Lord came down to see the city and the tower that the people had built. Then the Lord said: If now, while they are one people and all have the same language, they have started to do this, nothing they presume to do will be out of their reach. Come, let us go down and there confuse their language, so that no one will understand the speech of another. So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel, because there the Lord confused the speech of all the world. From there the Lord scattered them over all the earth.”

Remember this portion concerning what you have built up from earthworks to pierce the heavens and destroy the good work of the Creator. This power of the “special” greedy and arrogant people must be scattered before the Lord returns, or else…

Prophetic Judgment

They enjoyed three years of peace—no fighting between Aram and Israel. In the third year, Jehoshaphat king of Judah had a meeting with the king of Israel. Israel’s king remarked to his aides, “Do you realize that Ramoth Gilead belongs to us, and we’re sitting around on our hands instead of taking it back from the king of Aram?”

He turned to Jehoshaphat and said, “Will you join me in fighting for Ramoth Gilead?”Jehoshaphat said, “You bet. I’m with you all the way—my troops are your troops, my horses are your horses.” He then continued, “But before you do anything, ask God for guidance.”

The king of Israel got the prophets together—all four hundred of them—and put the question to them: “Should I attack Ramoth Gilead? Or should I hold back?” “Go for it,” they said. “God will hand it over to the king.”

But Jehoshaphat dragged his heels: “Is there still another prophet of God around here we can consult?” The king of Israel told Jehoshaphat, “As a matter of fact, there is still one such man. But I hate him. He never preaches anything good to me, only doom, doom, doom—Micaiah son of Imlah.” “The king shouldn’t talk about a prophet like that,” said Jehoshaphat. So the king of Israel ordered one of his men, “On the double! Get Micaiah son of Imlah.”

Meanwhile, the king of Israel and Jehoshaphat were seated on their thrones, dressed in their royal robes, resplendent in front of the Samaria city gates. All the prophets were staging a prophecy-performance for their benefit. Zedekiah son of Kenaanah had even made a set of iron horns, and brandishing them called out, “God’s word! With these horns you’ll gore Aram until there’s nothing left of him!” All the prophets chimed in, “Yes! Go for Ramoth Gilead! An easy victory! God’s gift to the king!”

The messenger who went to get Micaiah said, “The prophets have all said Yes to the king. Make it unanimous—vote Yes!” But Micaiah said, “As surely as God lives, what God says, I’ll say.”

With Micaiah before him, the king asked him, “So Micaiah—do we attack Ramoth Gilead, or do we hold back?” “Go ahead,” he said. “An easy victory. God’s gift to the king.” “Not so fast,” said the king. “How many times have I made you promise under oath to tell me the truth and nothing but the truth?”

“All right,” said Micaiah, “since you insist.

I saw all of Israel scattered over the hills,
    sheep with no shepherd.
Then God spoke: ‘These poor people
    have no one to tell them what to do.
Let them go home and do
    the best they can for themselves.’”

Then the king of Israel turned to Jehoshaphat, “See! What did I tell you? He never has a good word for me from God, only doom.” Micaiah kept on: “I’m not done yet; listen to God’s word:

I saw God enthroned,
    and all the angel armies of heaven
Standing at attention
    ranged on his right and his left.
And God said, ‘How can we seduce Ahab
    into attacking Ramoth Gilead?’
Some said this,
    and some said that.
Then a bold angel stepped out,
    stood before God, and said,
‘I’ll seduce him.’
    ‘And how will you do it?’ said God.
‘Easy,’ said the angel,
    ‘I’ll get all the prophets to lie.’

‘That should do it,’ said God.
    ‘On your way—seduce him!’

“And that’s what has happened. God filled the mouths of your puppet prophets with seductive lies. God has pronounced your doom.”

Just then Zedekiah son of Kenaanah came up and punched Micaiah in the nose, saying, “Since when did the Spirit of God leave me and take up with you?” Micaiah said, “You’ll know soon enough; you’ll know it when you’re frantically and futilely looking for a place to hide.”

The king of Israel had heard enough: “Get Micaiah out of here! Turn him over to Amon the city magistrate and to Joash the king’s son with this message, ‘King’s orders: Lock him up in jail; keep him on bread and water until I’m back in one piece.’” Micaiah said, “If you ever get back in one piece, I’m no prophet of God.” He added,“When it happens, O people, remember where you heard it!”

The king of Israel and Jehoshaphat king of Judah attacked Ramoth Gilead. The king of Israel said to Jehoshaphat, “Wear my kingly robe; I’m going into battle disguised.” So the king of Israel entered the battle in disguise. Meanwhile, the king of Aram had ordered his chariot commanders (there were thirty-two of them): “Don’t bother with anyone, whether small or great; go after the king of Israel and him only.”

When the chariot commanders saw Jehoshaphat they said, “There he is! The king of Israel!” and took after him. Jehoshaphat yelled out, and the chariot commanders realized they had the wrong man—it wasn’t the king of Israel after all. They let him go. Just then someone, without aiming, shot an arrow randomly into the crowd and hit the king of Israel in the chink of his armor. The king told his charioteer, “Turn back! Get me out of here—I’m wounded.”

All day the fighting continued, hot and heavy. Propped up in his chariot, the king watched from the sidelines. He died that evening. Blood from his wound pooled in the chariot. As the sun went down, shouts reverberated through the ranks, “Abandon camp! Head for home! The king is dead!” The king was brought to Samaria and there they buried him. They washed down the chariot at the pool of Samaria where the town whores bathed, and the dogs lapped up the blood, just as God’s word had said.

The devil re-arrays his powers from age to age to better seduce and destroy the arrogant. The false prophets and vainglorious teachers fail to grasp this fundamental principle threaded throughout the Word of God. So, God used them and lying spirts to challenge a “special” people and they failed too… so far. The enemy is elemental and subtle and offered the same deceptions he did to Christ, but “special” people still accept Satan on all three counts… grasping at power and choosing affluence for worldly rule, and they still tempt my Lord, their claimed God. Satan is wicked not stupid; he would not appear in this age as he had before. All their prophets’ schemes arose from the wars of past ages, not this present one.

Repent do not be destroyed with the false prophets and their masters. And if “Nicolae Carpathia” ever shows up, that’s on me, so I’ll go punch him in the throat and crush his balls while I step over his dying corpse. Sorted! Do you really think the enemy would make it that easy?

Recall the Temptation of Jesus, the only Lord of all things: Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the desert to be tempted by the devil. He fasted for forty days and forty nights,and afterwards he was hungry. The tempter approached and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command that these stones become loaves of bread.” He said in reply, “It is written:

‘One does not live by bread alone,
    but by every word that comes forth from the mouth of God.’”

Then the devil took him to the holy city, and made him stand on the parapet of the temple, and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down. For it is written:

‘He will command his angels concerning you’
    and ‘with their hands they will support you,
lest you dash your foot against a stone.’”

Jesus answered him, “Again it is written, ‘You shall not put the Lord, your God, to the test.’” Then the devil took him up to a very high mountain, and showed him all the kingdoms of the world in their magnificence, and he said to him, “All these I shall give to you, if you will prostrate yourself and worship me.” At this, Jesus said to him, “Get away, Satan! It is written:

‘The Lord, your God, shall you worship
    and him alone shall you serve.’”

Then the devil left him and, behold, angels came and ministered to him.

Who said that anyone claiming Jesus Christ as their Master (by lived example) could respond differently to these demonic offers today? Turn from those devils and liars and ally with the Ministry of my Lord’s angels, by/in obedience to our standard, Jesus Christ.

Today’s material, last dark tower for earthly powers

The ruler of this world– who was powerless but became most powerful by the occult works and greedy desires of men– is now bound for trial and judgment. So his supporters should now return to serve their Creator, lest they too remain marked for the enemy’s final judgment.

To begin, I apologize if this is news to you, a “special” people failed or rejected doing anything about it over 14 years ago, nothing beyond transitory lip service anyway… but do not fear, nothing escapes God. They will be dealt with justly in due course. To those who this word is new, you don’t have 14 more years to waste. I would not wait even 14 more minutes, but don’t panic. I am here to tell you that anyone can be rescued to union with Messiah Jesus, if you trust God and clean house, each according to their willingness and honesty. We didn’t get here overnight but we need to take steps, big or small, everyday.

Please listen to Rabbi Raskin (28 minutes):

We outlined the structures of apostacsy that give form to godlessness in previous posts. Remember all the willy waving, er rape and murder? Now, the power of death and lying spirits that took captive a “special” people, who still desire still to be giants upon the earth, must be exposed then dispersed. Jesus Christ will bring the Right summation to all things, after the oppressive and destructive regime of economic worship of these people is brought down.

It is the power of the leauge of nimrods who suceeded the fall of earth’s last great empire. Their uncritical fans and sycophantic prophets are wrong about more than just the beast and the purpose of Grace… they never even admitted theirs’ was the last empire either. But fear not, because they also failed to incorporate the major spiritual principle concerning God’s character. No matter how the enemy shuffles the cards, God is always present to offer peace and rescue to those who earnestly seek him, no matter the depths of their depravity wrought from spiritual illnesses. The battle we are called to is spiritual, not their obssesive contest of issues concerning material culture. In the Spirit, ours is always a plan of peace, sacrfice, and fidelity in the material to purify our spirits in witness to the oppositional powers.

Below is the counterfeit dark circle of Satan, presently ruling the entire earth materially empowered by spiritual famine and sickness. This filty power is meant to mock the Holy Spirit’s last disclosures to humanity, materially destroy our Father’s favored adorment, and diminsh the souls of Jesus’ true Bride. Again, we present the seducing power that kills, both hands and heads, and has driven a “special” people to the brink of eternal destruction. It is the last dark tower that humanity will raise to blaspheme its Creator. With its base within the earth, they have ripped the skies all about the earth… and it came as a dream of fire by fallen angels and lying spirits to complete the arrogance of men.

This age knows it by a human knowledge, by an abuse of man’s power to name angels, the benzine ring: 6 hydrogen, 6 carbon, 6 strong bonds (12 elemental wings as material body), “6-6-6” is it’s notation. It is the archangel of waste in the last age of fallen humanity ruling over a defiled earth– the last abomination, the global false king for desolation, brought up from beneath the earth just to be burned, after God struck it down ages ago, empowered exclusively by the lusts of men that destroys all life just as it is raised just to be destroyed by fire.

Kekule’s Dark Dream: It was very much the same with the Benzene Theory. During my stay in Ghent, Belgium, I occupied pleasant bachelor quarters in the main street. My study, however, was in a narrow alleyway and had during the day time no light. For a chemist who spends the hours of daylight in the laboratory this was no disadvantage. I was sitting there engaged in writing my text-book; but it wasn’t going very well; my mind was on other things. I turned my chair toward the fireplace and sank into a doze.

Again the atoms were flitting before my eyes. Smaller groups now kept modestly in the background. My mind’s eye, sharpened by repeated visions of a similar sort, now distinguished larger structures of varying forms. Long rows frequently close together, all, in movement, winding and turning like serpents. And see! What was that? One of the serpents seized its own tail and the form whirled mockingly before my eyes. I came awake like a flash of lightning. This time also I spent the remainder of the night working out the consequences of the hypothesis.

If we learn to dream, gentlemen, then we shall perhaps find truth

—To him who forgoes thought,
Truth seems to come unsought;
He gets it without labor. —

We must take care, however, not to publish our dreams before submitting them to proof by the waking mind. “Countless germs of mental life fill the realm of space but only in a few rare minds do they find soil for their development; in them the idea, of which no one knows whence it came, lives as an active process.” As I have told you before, at certain times certain ideas are in the air. We hear now from Liebig that the germs of ideas are like the spores of bacilli which fill the atmosphere. Why did the germs of the Structural and Benzene ideas, which have been in the air for a period of twenty-five years, find a soil particularly favorable to their development in my head?

The new understanding of benzene, and hence of all aromatic compounds, proved to be so important for both pure and applied chemistry after 1865 that in 1890 the German Chemical Society organized an elaborate appreciation in Kekulé’s honor, celebrating the twenty-fifth anniversary of his first benzene paper. Here Kekulé spoke of the creation of the theory. He said that he had discovered the ring shape of the benzene molecule after having a reverie or day-dream of a snake seizing its own tail (this is an ancient symbol known as the ouroboros). —

These are abomidable fire gifts hated by your Creator.
Drawn up for its own destruction and burned for yours.
In what world is this ever acceptable? It is no accident. This took over a century of work in an almost global effort to become this filthy everywhere. This, and you think you will be rewarded? No, to hell with you.
A world of greed, a wicked generation, and apostate churches who are all about themselves… this is your last chance to change your legacy or be judged, because the beast and your masters are presently being bound for judgment. The choice is yours, repent and be raised to eternal life or carry on, fat and happy in sin, to be marked and judged with the last beast.

“That’s what this generation is like: You may think you have cleaned out the junk from your lives and gotten ready for God, but you weren’t hospitable to my kingdom message, and now all the devils are moving back in.”

Do not misunderstand me, I preach only the Gospel of my Jesus Christ crucified. You need to read John 3:16 right. His Sacrafice is first and foremost about His order of all things (cosmos), then, collaterally with trusworthiness (any) everyone may join into reconciliation. Reading yourself into the true Gospel as the primary or exclusive cause of his suffering is a common abuse of a most basic scripture. You have to really stretch the meaning of cosmos and ignore the structure of the text. God is about his glory, not yours, not unless and until you align with that same will for his Glory, which no creature will share in… eternal life upon that crystal ceiling is the best anyone can hope for… If you claim otherwise, then you have one hell of a fall coming.

To me John 3:16 is a one line catacheism that requires a lifetime to unfurl. First, I’m perteptually awed by what God has done and what my Lord did in life, death, and resurrection for his right governance of all things in summation. Second, I learn real grace, really amazing on his behalf, because I know that I’m barely a comma in a footnote within a library too vast too imagine, yet he still invites me to read all his books. Lastly, because of that grace I’m encouraged and invited to endure all things, in a covenantal faith, like he did, from all people with humility and patience, seeking only to reflect his gracious work in me… only for his reason, not my own interest, that he may attune me in my petty sufferings within the Great Forge of his creative heart. It is a death sentence for me and my way to follow him and his way for eternal life in his divine reharmonizing of all things and everyone else. Even when he raises me, time and again, it is never about me, always less about me. Grace cannot be a badge for me to flash in pride if I am not there. For me, Grace is evidence left in wake of his divine action of where I once was.

But we see, the lost and the sinners see, everyone sees the church of the harlot’s reading. Drunk, choking, and adorned in the blood saints yet shedding none of her own. Wow, they ride high and put themselves first in the passage… all of God’s work and works, the whole story, has led up to being about them. They claim to be already high and lifted up. Grace is a badge to prove all claims and all things are about them, and it their a licence to dictate eternally no matter what they do. Then they argue or apologize that all others must be like them or their neon god will smite and judge everyone else. They endlessly sell the image of the sufferings of Jesus Christ like mature apostles while sitting painlessly in their affluence. Yet, in the very next minute, they rise up to whine and stomp their feet like spoiled brats and demand that their false fathers protect them from the unimaginable pain of being paid to bake a cake for someone they were taught to reject by liars. To them John 3:16 is a flimsy banner, a decrorative token or an enchanting tasliment, to veil a “special,” lethal kind of spiritual arrogance that justifies all their acts against all others, only amongst only themselves. In truth, nothing will ever be about them again because nothing of them will survive the Fire. And even worse will come to their low-filter prophets and vain-glourious teachers because nothing about them is right for sacrifice.

Not enough? Too edgy? Then I call a second witness, God’s longest speech from the Word’s oldest Wisdom, please read Job 38-41. Man, do you see yourself in there? Can you see how small you really are in the big picture? God responds to a man, but where does He place Job in the order of all things? How does Job feel and respond? Do you think yourself more trustworthy or greater than Job, even with repentance? If so, man, prepare for the trials of Job because they are upon you. Look on your works and despair because God is displeased with them. At best, the Spirit calls them “incomplete,” and that’s on a hard curve. I am talking a Satchel Paige curve!

Looks like a fired heart, doesn’t it? That red dot is not you, the earth, nor your solar system. That wee spot is the whole Milky Way Galaxy within your super culster, one among countless others. “Can you see yourself?” Man, you can’t demand to learn calculus when you still cannot add or multiply without destroying yourself in attempts to destroy the Word and works of the Creator. Put down your filthy, vain grandiosities.

I was ordered to be personal, not too pedantic here (maybe later somewhere else). But yes, the number and image is also about past wicked men and their puppet priests, but their age has long passed. Satan is not stupid. So, the enemy rearrayed and God gave them different names, but they remain the same in the type of their works: greed, rule, death and destruction all by bad faith in temptation of God’s Word and contempt for his good works.

In God’s real stories it is always about types for accurate identification, over time the signed and signifiers recombine for actualized meaning (material fruits) according to Spiritual principles. In this way it remains an honest test of every person’s conscience and spirit, no matter the age… and yet God has never changed, not one aspect, not a single jot or tiddle. He is so freaking amazing! Who else but God could unfurl such a plan?!

John saw telescopically, through a few patterns superimposed across time, the most misundertsood dimension. We bumped into each other before, and I feel for that beloved, ecstatic hippie because there’s no way that any first century eastern-meditteraian mind could have adquately concieved the process by which myraid exotic and extinct forms of life, their spirit images become set free in mid-air by oblation… all so wicked people and self-absorbed churches could live in affulence and oppression over the least of the earth. The background illumination from the incandescent alga burn off alone is overhelming in sight. I am amazed he did as well as he did with his descriptions.

Still not sure? Well then, ah… you might just be made for the Fire. I get it. I relate and understand that you’re spiritually ill, so I am here to burn it into the conscience of all that anyone can recover if they are honest. As the Lord of spirits comes in to rest in fullness of his time, I hope and pray that all are given enough time to turn, yet I know that it is written that many will not. So I grieve.

Personally, we’ll return to Shiloh… In the mid-eighties the oil and gas companies really turned the screws in that neck of the woods. My grandfather and a few others fought for a time but Satan’s forces then were much greater and more insidious than the Nazi’s, and even more destructive. First the ground water was destroyed. Then the artesian wells were posioned. Then the lakes became toxic and most of the fish were killed off. Finally, the woods were destroyed and the creatures were scattered as even more pumps came in upon fields of gravel. They destroyed life, made a desert, and called it a really profitable deal… ‘good for everybody!’ Pax Americana come home to brood and rot and trash. The last and greatest victims of every empire are it’s native inhabitants of the homeland, just ask all the “good Gremans.” Here the death is more than material; the worst effects are spiritual and primarily within the ones claiming to be the most spiritual.

I have always feared judgment and prayed for sinners. But my God and my Lord have done a very interesting work in my heart over the years. And today, as I write this post, I must confess that a holy sense of comfort, and the judgment of many that I came out of is not causing me to lose sleep any longer. You must see that my Lord is enthroned now in the very place where he judged the first great tower, and I want to see him move… and God help me, he has made me okay with any time and any way in which it pleases himself, even if it pleases no other, to drop the hammer. I couldn’t say that 14 years ago, even though I had been already rated by multiple agencies as ‘focused and dynamic’ even in ‘the most kenetic circumstances.’ So I am ready. Are you? Better check yourself before you wreck yourself man, the time for honoring yourself is over, especially if you have blasphemed the name of Jesus Christ to do it. Honor God, now.

I am simply a co-worshipper, so I have great empathy. Perhaps that’s why I am the worst of men, so that there will not be a single person that I cannot identify with in all their depravity. For example, just a couple of years ago I was at a conference with a good church fellow who paid for my dinner, the whole group in fact. By all human accounts he is a “godly man.” Kind and friendly, engaging and often grateful, he’s a great guy to visit. Mid-way through dinner I learned he had gained his wealth in oil and gas, not unusal in Houston. And I know he gave money and time to the church, a decent church too. When I shared the story of Shiloh, in a kind and comfortable way (I can be charming if the situation affords), he became sullen. He had a hard time facing me but did not argue the facts. He was ashamed, and that’s good because we can fix that with time and action. He might even shine in time. I would be fully committed to that. But if he had become proud and denied the truth to protect his ego and defend his insults, then we’d have a different issue before the court:

And if some bullying Assyrian shows up,
    invades and violates our land, don’t worry.
We’ll put him in his place, send him packing,
    and watch his every move.
Shepherd-rule will extend as far as needed,
    to Assyria and all other Nimrod-bullies.
Our shepherd-ruler will save us from old or new enemies,
    from anyone who invades or violates our land.

Your legacy? Are you going to be the last generation to prop-up nimrod bullies who destroy the land or the third generation to usher in Shepard rule? Death or Life? Will you be the last of the darkness or among the first to host the Light?

Do as you please, it is your life and personal will to cast lots with. But as for me and mine, we’ll push as hard as possible, as long as we have breath, to cleanse a place, a people, and a faith to joyously host the returning Light.

Liminal Space

We’ve had the worst harvests in 25 years, and even worse… too many of the worst churches in annals of human history. So now, we are transtioning from the captivity of self-will to the freedom of God’s Will. Despoil Eygpt if you please but you won’t need any of those things… their allure should begin to dim, in dawning righteousness.

This is not fake news, the actual results are in-coming. This is not a drill; it is happening. Time to start mitigating as per the Word of God.

Two years passed and Pharaoh had a dream: He was standing by the Nile River. Seven cows came up out of the Nile, all shimmering with health, and grazed on the marsh grass. Then seven other cows, all skin and bones, came up out of the river after them and stood by them on the bank of the Nile. The skinny cows ate the seven healthy cows. Then Pharaoh woke up.

He went back to sleep and dreamed a second time: Seven ears of grain, full-bodied and lush, grew out of a single stalk. Then seven more ears grew up, but these were thin and dried out by the east wind. The thin ears swallowed up the full, healthy ears. Then Pharaoh woke up—another dream.

When morning came, he was upset. He sent for all the magicians and sages of Egypt. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but they couldn’t interpret them to him.

The head cupbearer then spoke up and said to Pharaoh, “I just now remembered something—I’m sorry, I should have told you this long ago. Once when Pharaoh got angry with his servants, he locked me and the head baker in the house of the captain of the guard. We both had dreams on the same night, each dream with its own meaning. It so happened that there was a young Hebrew slave there with us; he belonged to the captain of the guard. We told him our dreams and he interpreted them for us, each dream separately. Things turned out just as he interpreted. I was returned to my position and the head baker was impaled.”

Pharaoh at once sent for Joseph. They brought him on the run from the jail cell. He cut his hair, put on clean clothes, and came to Pharaoh. “I dreamed a dream,” Pharaoh told Joseph. “Nobody can interpret it. But I’ve heard that just by hearing a dream you can interpret it.” Joseph answered, “Not I, but God. God will set Pharaoh’s mind at ease.”

Then Pharaoh said to Joseph, “In my dream I was standing on the bank of the Nile. Seven cows, shimmering with health, came up out of the river and grazed on the marsh grass. On their heels seven more cows, all skin and bones, came up. I’ve never seen uglier cows anywhere in Egypt. Then the seven skinny, ugly cows ate up the first seven healthy cows. But you couldn’t tell by looking—after eating them up they were just as skinny and ugly as before. Then I woke up.

“In my second dream I saw seven ears of grain, full-bodied and lush, growing out of a single stalk, and right behind them, seven other ears, shriveled, thin, and dried out by the east wind. And the thin ears swallowed up the full ears. I’ve told all this to the magicians but they can’t figure it out.”

Joseph said to Pharaoh, “Pharaoh’s two dreams both mean the same thing. God is telling Pharaoh what he is going to do. The seven healthy cows are seven years and the seven healthy ears of grain are seven years—they’re the same dream. The seven sick and ugly cows that followed them up are seven years and the seven scrawny ears of grain dried out by the east wind are the same—seven years of famine.

“The meaning is what I said earlier: God is letting Pharaoh in on what he is going to do. Seven years of plenty are on their way throughout Egypt. But on their heels will come seven years of famine, leaving no trace of the Egyptian plenty. As the country is emptied by famine, there won’t be even a scrap left of the previous plenty—the famine will be total. The fact that Pharaoh dreamed the same dream twice emphasizes God’s determination to do this and do it soon.

“So, Pharaoh needs to look for a wise and experienced man and put him in charge of the country. Then Pharaoh needs to appoint managers throughout the country of Egypt to organize it during the years of plenty. Their job will be to collect all the food produced in the good years ahead and stockpile the grain under Pharaoh’s authority, storing it in the towns for food. This grain will be held back to be used later during the seven years of famine that are coming on Egypt. This way the country won’t be devastated by the famine.”

This seemed like a good idea to Pharaoh and his officials. Then Pharaoh said to his officials, “Isn’t this the man we need? Are we going to find anyone else who has God’s spirit in him like this?” So Pharaoh said to Joseph, “You’re the man for us. God has given you the inside story—no one is as qualified as you in experience and wisdom. From now on, you’re in charge of my affairs; all my people will report to you. Only as king will I be over you.”

So Pharaoh commissioned Joseph: “I’m putting you in charge of the entire country of Egypt.” Then Pharaoh removed his signet ring from his finger and slipped it on Joseph’s hand. He outfitted him in robes of the best linen and put a gold chain around his neck. He put the second-in-command chariot at his disposal, and as he rode people shouted “Bravo!”…

…During the next seven years of plenty the land produced bumper crops. Joseph gathered up the food of the seven good years in Egypt and stored the food in cities. In each city he stockpiled surplus from the surrounding fields. Joseph collected so much grain—it was like the sand of the ocean!—that he finally quit keeping track…

…Then Egypt’s seven good years came to an end and the seven years of famine arrived, just as Joseph had said. All countries experienced famine; Egypt was the only country that had bread. When the famine spread throughout Egypt, the people called out in distress to Pharaoh, calling for bread. He told the Egyptians, “Go to Joseph. Do what he tells you.” As the famine got worse all over the country, Joseph opened the store-houses and sold emergency supplies to the Egyptians. The famine was very bad. Soon the whole world was coming to buy supplies from Joseph. The famine was bad all over.

But wait! The goodness in the story comes in return…

Joseph couldn’t hold himself in any longer, keeping up a front before all his attendants. He cried out, “Leave! Clear out—everyone leave!” So there was no one with Joseph when he identified himself to his brothers. But his sobbing was so violent that the Egyptians couldn’t help but hear him. The news was soon reported to Pharaoh’s palace.

Joseph spoke to his brothers: “I am Joseph. Is my father really still alive?” But his brothers couldn’t say a word. They were speechless—they couldn’t believe what they were hearing and seeing.

“Come closer to me,” Joseph said to his brothers. They came closer. “I am Joseph your brother whom you sold into Egypt. But don’t feel badly, don’t blame yourselves for selling me. God was behind it. God sent me here ahead of you to save lives. There has been a famine in the land now for two years; the famine will continue for five more years—neither plowing nor harvesting. God sent me on ahead to pave the way and make sure there was a remnant in the land, to save your lives in an amazing act of deliverance. So you see, it wasn’t you who sent me here but God. He set me in place as a father to Pharaoh, put me in charge of his personal affairs, and made me ruler of all Egypt.

“Hurry back to my father. Tell him, ‘Your son Joseph says: I’m master of all of Egypt. Come as fast as you can and join me here. I’ll give you a place to live in Goshen where you’ll be close to me—you, your children, your grandchildren, your flocks, your herds, and anything else you can think of. I’ll take care of you there completely. There are still five more years of famine ahead; I’ll make sure all your needs are taken care of, you and everyone connected with you—you won’t want for a thing.’

“Look at me. You can see for yourselves, and my brother Benjamin can see for himself, that it’s me, my own mouth, telling you all this. Tell my father all about the high position I hold in Egypt, tell him everything you’ve seen here, but don’t take all day—hurry up and get my father down here.”

Then Joseph threw himself on his brother Benjamin’s neck and wept, and Benjamin wept on his neck. He then kissed all his brothers and wept over them. Only then were his brothers able to talk with him.

The story was reported in Pharaoh’s palace: “Joseph’s brothers have come.” It was good news to Pharaoh and all who worked with him. Pharaoh said to Joseph, “Tell your brothers, ‘This is the plan: Load up your pack animals; go to Canaan, get your father and your families and bring them back here. I’ll settle you on the best land in Egypt—you’ll live off the fat of the land.’

“Also tell them this: ‘Here’s what I want you to do: Take wagons from Egypt to carry your little ones and your wives and load up your father and come back. Don’t worry about having to leave things behind; the best in all of Egypt will be yours.’” And they did just that, the sons of Israel. Joseph gave them the wagons that Pharaoh had promised and food for the trip. He outfitted all the brothers in brand-new clothes, but he gave Benjamin three hundred pieces of silver and several suits of clothes. He sent his father these gifts: ten donkeys loaded with Egypt’s best products and another ten donkeys loaded with grain and bread, provisions for his father’s journey back.

Then he sent his brothers off. As they left he told them, “Take it easy on the journey; try to get along with each other.” They left Egypt and went back to their father Jacob in Canaan. When they told him, “Joseph is still alive—and he’s the ruler over the whole land of Egypt!” he went numb; he couldn’t believe his ears. But the more they talked, telling him everything that Joseph had told them and when he saw the wagons that Joseph had sent to carry him back, the blood started to flow again—their father Jacob’s spirit revived. Israel said, “I’ve heard enough—my son Joseph is still alive. I’ve got to go and see him before I die.”

The curse and famine are real. It is long past time to begin mitigating the consquences to come in the will and Spirit of God.

Solution: God’s Ladders

The King of Heaven is at hand offering peace to serve with angels and crush snakes, the great fallen one has been bound for some time already.
Obedience to Jesus Christ, without contingency, is the surest material sign of God’s prescence with His people.

Finally, the upstroke, what is all this family folklore about a ladder and angels from the portion above in this post? There are many answers and a few good ones. For this discussion, we’ll connect and contrast the portion with another, often neglected passage that seems short and simple, but those are the best places to slow down and dig in. Nothing in the writings should be ignored. It is wise to appreciate and attune to the small things, from applied chemistry to biblical narrative, if it is true that “we don’t want to miss a single thing.” This least one is hung between two that are often conspicuously discussed portions.

My rabbis taught me to connect the overlooked bits with other similar points, and let then narrative raise the meanings. Let’s begin with the least then close with the first, big one above. I’ll keep it as short as I can so that, the pattern, not the terms, can arise and multiply with the other stories presented in this post. The pattern is repeating today in a new way, but in God’s plan that is a dynamic pattern he established before he created us, so he, only he, might recreate us in like manner in the seasons to come.  

And Jacob went his way. Angels of God met him. When Jacob saw them he said, “Oh! God’s Camp!” And he named the place Mahanaim (Campground).

Short and very sweet, isn’t it? What are the parallels and what are the differences with the one at the top of the post? Here are just a few for meaning because brevity is the soul of wit and this post is already so long it might be called witless in form, but we want substance.

Jacob is on the move. He’s going from point A to point B first and then returns years later to point A from point B. On both occasions, there is a middle ground, a place in between places, in which he encounters angels. On the journey from home to a yet unknown place of foreign enrichment and alien blessings. He names the middle ground “place” and there is a ladder, God’s ladder, not a human construction, with angels traveling like him. But their trips are vertical not horizontal. Years later in return, there’s no mention of the ladder but he encounters angels, not a place. All of them are moving for God’s purpose in a spiritual place he names “camp.” Where’d the ladder go? How can a man interact with angels this way?  

Both times Jacob is moving in proper authority, so the journey is important and it will occur according to the plans of the only proper authority if Jacob is obedient. Some teachers argue that every challenge Jacob overcomes arose by departing form the plan set before him. Today we’d call that “mission creep,” a potentially catastrophic error that occurs when a servant loses sight of his master’s established objective for any reason. In both lands he had fathers as authorities. Interestingly, it is his own father who blesses him and sends him from his homeland to point B, burdened somewhat like a punishment, as he was at loggerheads about deception and familial rank with his brother. Interestingly, when Jacob returns to his homeland, it is God alone who orders him to return, not his father-in-law, the proper authority in the land of enrichment. In fact, he leaves his in-law’s land, again, with some seeming deception and irreverence to familial rank. But the second time he would’ve preferred to stay and not take the journey fearing more troubles with his family of origin. But both times Jacob clearly acts according to God’s will, despite his fear of loss.

My theory, based on my experience and hope, is God was exposing things were “a miss” in both places even though they were run by the proper powers that be. And he was doing something surprising and wonderful for God, as long as he struggled to serve God under imperfect authorities…Why? What’s God doing? Where’s the ladder? And what of these now “groupie” angels?  

Let’s answer the questions in reverse… Jacob no longer just sees angels but he walks with them in order, which could only be by God’s will. It certainly wasn’t a familial desire at either place. He moved from a place of observation to participation in God’s will and solely for God’s agenda, obviously apart from, yet in, his travels under other authorities for their personal agendas. Jacob learned God’s agenda and movements. Afterall, it was he who sent out the messengers in return. Believe me, there is no better teacher of God’s will than the acts of angels who mostly remain silent, while even “righteous” people, who seldom shut up, often twist off in dark ways with the powers that be. Angels do not fail in acts ordered, either glorious or terrible, because their separation from unrighteous angels has already occurred. All that obedience in spite of will of fallen, contested powers is for God’s renown.

The ladder? God, by his own acts and direction in trials and through service to fallen powers, made Jacob a ladder. Nonsense? I have it on the highest Authority. I can prove it by the way things worked out in the biblical stories across the history of God’s interactions with various “special” peoples. God wants to bless all people through a people obedient to him, beginning to end, in his own words throughout his Word and with his Word, Jesus… Alpha to Omega and back. It creates a chain of righteousness, a coveyance of blessing and promise fulfilment from God, through his people, and out to all peoples. Moreover, we know the angels didn’t change, but Jacob certainly did. The proof was in the promise of legacy imparted to Jacob. What Joseph did in the material, Jacob did in the spiritual, and Jesus is doing in both today. I am a witness to that activity and a servant to anyone who wants to know him.

Even more understanding can come from God’s ladder if we briefly contrast it with the towers of men. First and foremost, in the writings we know that men build towers for their own renown, some even put their name on it. In fact, one is right to say their desire to rule is embodied in that activity. Whether it was Babel or the cipher exposed again above, both towers embody the disobedience of men to make a way for themselves from earth to rule in a heaven of vain imagination, a utopia, a name that actually means “nowhere.” And if you participate in those works that is where you will reside forever because you are deeply committed to a corrupt connection between heaven and earth that presents an abomination before the Creator. Even the idea that a human, using a human language, could build their own connection with God is a wicked ideological tower of its own as a corruption of God’s Word, as if any creature could ever compel its Creator to act…it boggles the right-minded.

One of the greatest horrors I’ve had to learn to suffer and live with is the visible truth to me that many American churches have no angels over them. In fact, over 50 years I’ve seen fewer and fewer as the messages of “glory” about the powers that be have occulted God’s message and Spiritual linkage. Who is the only one who can separate you from God? Only you can. The enemy gives tantalizing offers, just as he did to my Lord. The enemy does it all the time but people have to choose the disobedience to God to bear all this filthy fruit. Oh, I know there’s world full doctrinal ego-defense out there for all the wrong reasons, but that’s not God, it is a rape of scripture, and it certainly wasn’t Jesus when he took on flesh.

A value, no matter how divine or wicked, requires human activity to manifest (to fruit) in the world, for better or worse. It is great to announce erudite values and effete beliefs, but until and unless you die to self and follow Jesus you’re just a fool sallying about for your own name. Regardless to personal cost, the righteous embody Jesus only in the way Jesus acted, and that builds a name for God in the world… no matter what other powers do or say. The purpose of God’s linkage to his people is to act through them as a blessing to other people, not to brag about and announce their own blessedness. That deeper truth of Jacob’s ladder is the sap that blossomed into the Greatest Commandment.

The self-righteous abuse the smallest deposit of God’s Power that they were entrusted with to win their wars, fortify their towers, and plead for the restoration of their flesh. For 1700 years this has disturbed and driven away angles, so God’s Power has receded from them to the point of cessation and rumor. But there is a remnant, there is always a remnant, who remain on point working like a rhizome, within and below, like humility Himself, manifesting miracles out of sight of the wicked and beyond the minds of corrupt churchly authorities. The power of God is not stomping about the earth starting wars, defiling the earth, and advertising his greatness like the giants of old or the disobedient elect gentiles of today. That is not God’s way. Why would he act out of such insecurity? He never willy waves!

God’s Power is coming afresh like the dew of heaven, each drop directed by angels to the trustworthy, or like an IV administered by the great Physician for sure, steady, and sustained growth… to be vouchsafe, for the fruition in those the Holy Spirit may trust. This is a surprise to the enemy, the abusive ones who crave earthly power, and craven prophets who got rich on lies. God’s plans always are strange fire to them. Those that plan tommorow’s battles like yesterday’s wars always lose. At present it is not a waterfall, but Jesus’ returning ministry will end up being a billion times more impressive. You must understand that God’s Power is not about winning wars, Jesus already did that. The Spirit of God is coming to rest in the truely faithful now so that one day his people, a people unsullied by earthly grandiosity and pride, will end all wars, be God’s ladders, and restore all things to his order. It is happening, it may take a long time and the wicked may even appear to regain some “advantage” at times and in places, but those pyrrhic victories will only further insure their ultimate shame and eternal destruction. It is happening now or I would not be writing to you now.         

Personally I did the opposite of worldly wisdom. When the inherited authority came to me, I quickly sold the mineral rights to restore my family of origin. Many have called me a fool because of the “riches” I gave up. But dear reader, I am the richest man, in God’s eyes, that I’ve ever met. My doctor tells me that if I were any fatter it would be a sin, and my “supervisors” tell me that if I were any happier I’d probably just walk away and take a nap, instead of following orders. I finally have everything I ever wanted and too much more. I never have to live or die for the wicked or the disobedient elect (in my unique but not one of a kind role). I can just walk away and that is a right witness for my God and right service to my Lord. I can feel good about acts now that I once felt as a burden. I serve and witness only so that Jesus may have better. Sure, I don’t have all the trappings held by many of my neighbors, but I am free and growing in Love every day. That is a life’s work and retirement plan all in one. I’ve rejoiced and been honored to work with the angels and “unclean people” in service to my Lord and my God all my days, even in sufferings. You would be too, and now is your time.

Publically I encourage you to work with those you think are wrong in authority, as I did for the disobedient elect, if they are doing God’s will concerning the beast and God’s creation. There is not another 14 years of grace for that tower, that power is bound for judgment and will be scattered economically as God scattered the linguistic power at Bable. Do not mark yourself for eternal damnation just to appear to be in the “right crowd” in this world. Jesus tells us in hard sayings what happens to that crowd, and he has many folds that crowd will never acknowledge. Believe Jesus, I beg of you all. Keep your feet on the ground and your head in heaven to be a ladder of spiritual blessing and material restoration, because the poor and humble will inherit the earth and all God’s riches, no matter what the “special” people in that ‘greatest crowd ever’ say. Know now, Jesus’ angel armies and a lot of peoples, Christian and many more others, who some Christians call “unclean” or “common,” have been out there doing the Lord’s work for decades now. In reality, most of the world and most Christians overseas already get all this… except the last, “special” ones. Who will you be numbered with?


If God is to lift you up there is only one right posture, one righteous response to him… He showed us the only way to be lifted upon his ladder, no other’s tower will ever be an acceptable posture towards his Spirit. I am sorry that all the theological porn of a “special” people has made you numb to God’s loving hands and alien to his everlasting way of love. Please return to your first love;
He is the One for you.
The Spirit always lifts us for *a trust without broders,* from here up, through a faith joined without division in Christ, in a union to the Eternal Lord of Life.

I am here for the righteous… and anyone we might call ‘righteous curious,’ only as long as my God wills it. But for all of us there is only one standard for faith forever: it is obedeince to Christ, in his acts and to our Father’s commands. Jesus said that if love him, then you should know that already. From the garden to the last words of Jesus spoke to everyone in the bible, the elect mark themselves for judgment or reward, for better or worse, based on their obedience to God. Therefore we never brag about election or rule in this world, especially as our Kingdom now arrives and grows. Like our King, we are fully commited to service in our Father’s Kingdom. It’s the only place that matters. We do not judge sinners because Jesus came to serve them and to save any that might become curious enough about him. Did he not come to us all while we were and are sinners? We do not destroy God’s good work, instead we labor in Christ and with his Spirit to restore and reconcile without contingency.

Jesus tells everyone that ‘it is better to serve in heaven with one eye than rule in falleness with two eyes,’ all so we might glorify our Father. Better to be honored by God and despised by people that abuse His name than be loved by people who abuse His name to who make war on God, his work and design for all things. It is better to be consumed by Fire than rebel against your Creator. Disobedence always ends in the Fire. Obedience to God is refined in the same Fire. It never ends, for it is eternal life.

As my Lord promised to all long ago, he and his are now fulfilling the promise in a growing blaze:

“The servant who knows what his master wants and ignores it, or insolently does whatever he pleases, will be thoroughly thrashed. But if he does a poor job through ignorance, he’ll get off with a slap on the hand. Great gifts mean great responsibilities; greater gifts, greater responsibilities!

To Start a Fire

“I’ve come to start a fire on this earth—how I wish it were blazing right now! I’ve come to change everything, turn everything rightside up—how I long for it to be finished! Do you think I came to smooth things over and make everything nice? Not so. I’ve come to disrupt and confront! From now on, when you find five in a house, it will be—

Three against two,
    and two against three;
Father against son,
    and son against father;
Mother against daughter,
    and daughter against mother;
Mother-in-law against bride,
    and bride against mother-in-law.”

Then he turned to the crowd: “When you see clouds coming in from the west, you say, ‘Storm’s coming’—and you’re right. And when the wind comes out of the south, you say, ‘This’ll be a hot one’—and you’re right. Frauds! You know how to tell a change in the weather, so don’t tell me you can’t tell a change in the season, the God-season we’re in right now.”

Now, in the God-season, more than ever, please know there is only one standard to be pursued by any one claiming salvation in the name of Jesus, from the moment of conversion to the instant of perfection within his Ressurection, from lay person to leader, and no matter the role God assigns to each of us. But those selfish believers and every false messiah can be seen miles away, for none of them can approach this example. They reject his sufferings because they adore their own dark glories. Only Jesus lived and died perfectly, so he is the only judge of the living and the dead; it is by his own standard that all is weighed following him, both in rewards and punishments.

Jesus Took on the Status of a Slave

If you’ve gotten anything at all out of following Christ, if his love has made any difference in your life, if being in a community of the Spirit means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you care— then do me a favor: Agree with each other, love each other, be deep-spirited friends. Don’t push your way to the front; don’t sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don’t be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.

Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn’t think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. Not at all. When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn’t claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death—and the worst kind of death at that—a crucifixion. Because of that obedience, God lifted him high and honored him far beyond anyone or anything, ever, so that all created beings in heaven and on earth—even those long ago dead and buried—will bow in worship before this Jesus Christ, and call out in praise that he is the Master of all, to the glorious honor of God the Father.

No one can follow Jesus without worshippimg him right, but you can worship him a lot, a whole lot, without ever following him and that’s wrong. This is true simply because Jesus’ singular plea to anyone he ever calls is “follow me.” He never says “worship me.” Churches say it, but if none, or only a few, among their assembly are actually following Jesus, then he will judge those churches accordingly. He alone tempers judgment and weighs reward for those he calls solely by how they respond to his unique plea, not how they talk about his uniqueness.

Meanwhile the dead are being judged and I am willing to help anyone else that is willing to be re-made right by the Holy Spirit as part of reconciling the Law of Christ into our Father’s creation. Ours is strictly a volunteer army, as always. So sinners and those who call themselves elect are free to do as they please, some in obedience others in disobeience.

Praise of God the Creator

O my soul, bless God!

God, my God, how great you are!
    beautifully, gloriously robed,
Dressed up in sunshine,
    and all heaven stretched out for your tent.
You built your palace on the ocean deeps,
    made a chariot out of clouds and took off on wind-wings.
You commandeered winds as messengers,
    appointed fire and flame as ambassadors.
You set earth on a firm foundation
    so that nothing can shake it, ever
You blanketed earth with ocean,
    covered the mountains with deep waters;
Then you roared and the water ran away—
    your thunder crash put it to flight.
Mountains pushed up, valleys spread out
    in the places you assigned them.
You set boundaries between earth and sea;
    never again will earth be flooded.
You started the springs and rivers,
    sent them flowing among the hills.
All the wild animals now drink their fill,
    wild donkeys quench their thirst.
Along the riverbanks the birds build nests,
    ravens make their voices heard.
You water the mountains from your heavenly cisterns;
    earth is supplied with plenty of water.
You make grass grow for the livestock,
    hay for the animals that plow the ground.

Oh yes, God brings grain from the land,
    wine to make people happy,
Their faces glowing with health,
    a people well-fed and hearty.
God’s trees are well-watered—
    the Lebanon cedars he planted.
Birds build their nests in those trees;
    look—the stork at home in the treetop.
Mountain goats climb about the cliffs;
    badgers burrow among the rocks.
The moon keeps track of the seasons,
    the sun is in charge of each day.
When it’s dark and night takes over,
    all the forest creatures come out.
The young lions roar for their prey,
    clamoring to God for their supper.
When the sun comes up, they vanish,
    lazily stretched out in their dens.
Meanwhile, men and women go out to work,
    busy at their jobs until evening.

What a wildly wonderful world, God!
    You made it all, with Wisdom at your side,
    made earth overflow with your wonderful creations.

Oh, look—the deep, wide sea,
    brimming with fish past counting,
    sardines and sharks and salmon.
Ships plow those waters,
    and Leviathan, your pet dragon, romps in them.
All the creatures look expectantly to you
    to give them their meals on time.
You come, and they gather around;
    you open your hand and they eat from it.
If you turned your back,
    they’d die in a minute—
Take back your Spirit and they die,
    revert to original mud;
Send out your Spirit and they spring to life—
    the whole countryside in bloom and blossom.

The glory of God—let it last forever!
    Let God enjoy his creation!
He takes one look at earth and triggers an earthquake,
    points a finger at the mountains, and volcanoes erupt.

Oh, let me sing to God all my life long,
    sing hymns to my God as long as I live!
Oh, let my song please him;
    I’m so pleased to be singing to God.
But clear the ground of sinners—
    no more godless men and women!

O my soul, bless God!

Concluding confessions and hope for the next season with broader boarders…

So, the godless structures and power of a “special” people exposed covertly, again, only to spare some shame and encorage repentance, with their nimrod seemingly down, while his master, another nimrod, has been struck in the head by Michael to slow plans for their long schemed invasion; a plan that was made possible by the downed nimrod removing the stops (militarily and by ending the rule of the petrodollar) for other nimrods to invade the middle east for the beast… a slight of hand performed while “the greatest elect ever” were enchanted by moving a “post office” from one part of the greenzone to another. Spiritual blindness always ends in the abscence of stragegic understanding. Despite that, Mel and Michael have things well in hand for Jesus there, while here, Raphael and a few “other angels” have delivered a balm for the plauge as per divine plan/promise, not nimrod’s but he’ll try and put his name on it too. Not bad for one season, huh? All done neither too fast nor too slow and just in time for the season of Light, who is the only real promise keeper.

For complete disclosure I was shown many of these things decades ago. So, I am real earnest in grace and forgiveness now. Because only recently, for my humilty, Jesus told me that all the delay, rejection, and suffering was, in part, about his prepartions in me not just to make judgment simple. I’ve never known the dubious blessings of atheism nor chosing/constructing my own god. We need apologists, but I am the worst apologist. I am with the raised Rev. Lockridge, neither the disobedient elect nor death bed confessions are our “cup of tea,” but trust me, Lucifer be there to stake powerful claims on them in judgment. Believe me, it is best to avoid that situation whole hog or you might just soil your diapers.

I’ve only ever known One, the One no one else seems to talk about, the One they left behind in a rush to worldly riches and rule, so I talk to him and he to me. So much so that the weight of those sustained Disclosures across a lifetime led me to run in sin a few times. I’ve done things that made demons proud, but I knew I was sinning and why. Sound’s bad but it makes the necessity of repentance obivous and it’s articulation very simple. Also, Omar liked to covertly walk among the soliders on the frontline as long as possible before he ever developed an opinion to share with his old friend and commander Ike, because he wanted the truth and knew you go to war with the soilders you have, not the ones you want. Again, I was taught to adore the smallest things and plan for the least among us first.

Many I see refuse to see theirown sins, continue to play the righteous victim, and swear they’ll never be held accountable… and watch… they, the arsonists, will blame the fire department while the house burns down in the coming season. Devils always do… but I am not the Judge. I am a lowly officer of his court for help and guidance. So please, allow me to suggest that until you get the first thing right the last thing will never be right for you. Or please permit me to ask, if you cannot be faithful with the small things of earth, then how can you be trusted with the great things of heaven? I hope at least a few more might turn, for Jesus, but I’ve already exceeded my nominal quota and now I am being called out (praise Jesus!), beyond their isolated small worlds of hate, exclusion, and self-righteousness in which they have wrought so much death and desolation for Satan and his world of sin. I bid them adieus and good luck because I cannot bless them to curse God.

Don’t get me wrong, there will be many more challenges, some will even seem impregnable (been there, done that, got the t-shirt too), challenges to seperate the disobient from the sincere, the righteous from the frauds, but all in all… it’s been pretty fair reboot to the Greatest story and it’s best moments to come. In three and a half months, we’ve already far exceeded my expectations, based on what took three and a half years in secret singleness last time. Still a bit of a head scratcher… but I am greatful for it now, because only anti-christs are adored and exaulted from lying start to filthy finish.

First we all must pass through the sea of dark legacy, filled by a “special” poeple; its is their great natural experiment in human sacrfice to honor their gods, mammon and pride of self-rule. While the sober and rigtheous in the world looked on in terror and fear, for decades actually. I do not balme nimrod but all those who supported him until today. Yes, these human sacrifices they demand by their “rights” will scar generations (materially and spiritually in myriad ways), but the brunt of the eternal consequences will be on those people who kept making bad choices. In democracies, social debts like public health and war are all communally or nationally shared, whereas personal sin, those made by indidvidual choice, go on strictly indvidual accounts. But God will do something predicted yet unexpected, terrible yet glorious, through it all. We serve in sacrifice to mitigate the social sins and witness in humily about the individual sins, because that is what Jesus does. In the Kingdom there is no holy nation, only a holy people who heal all nations in service to all people.

I have been looking forward to raising my eyes again beyond the grim boarders of the contumacious elect in this next season. I don’t want to feed their collective narcissism beyond a warning, again, if only to alleviate my own fear for them. As I said before, I am not angry at any of them, but I am fearful for them because many are today in worse shape soteriologically than they were 14 years ago. For me, appearently, God used what I lamented so much then as the seal of our authenticity now, just like my awful spelling and confusing syntax. Believe me, repeatedly, I told Jesus to send someone else, a poet or bona fided scribe, but he wants to prove that our Father’s Kingdom isn’t about any of that.

In his Light, he makes me cry and keeps telling me that he only wants someones who have the story right in their hearts (where the unseen fruits of their heads and hands cannot be hidden) for the intimate things. Sure you many might be in heaven, but why settle for the cheap seats or risk hellfire outside? “Many are called but few are chosen”… all his sayings are true, so I blame him in my ignorance and he can take it. No one can ever be forced to love, or even like, Jesus enough to follow him… but my testimony remains that if you truly know him, not any one of the commoditized tyrannical knock-offs… If you know him for real, then over time you will only want to adore him more in your following, even on bad days and across seasons of seeming powerlessness… talk about an easy yolk and glourious contract.

Now facing the Light, I know all these things have been done just so that we may turn up joy and devoution to Jesus, beyond all these fallen walls that do not exist in his Kingdom, in the time to come globally. Please, let’s keep taking it easy and keep moving in humility to walk gently for God’s good earth, his house, and his glory alone. Darkness away, no feelings of arrogance and his filthy works allowed… all thanks and praises to the Lord Jesus Christ, now bring God honor and glory in his house at warp speed, but only factor 1, just to take it easy.

You cannot serve both Christ Jesus and any emperor or their shadow theocracy (cult) of political economy. For you openly adore the latter to covertly hate the former by your fruits… So leave behind the doctrines of demons and lying spirits to flee from petty tyrannts and false teachers. Return to serve God and others in the way of Jesus Christ, the only true religion. Do more than watch, chose to be a part of the Body of Christ in our Father’s Kingdom. It is more than just something… because Jesus is everything, all over again and over all again…
even if a “special” people slowed us down a few decades.



(next post sundown December 18th, for a little family history and a lot of family hope)

Love the verve but let the medicine work…

This is no “big” Lebowski or Jackie Treehorn production, no theological porn like the fantastical self-validating spectaculars that made so many rich yesterday… not here, not with me and Jesus. Jesus could call an audible, but in that absence, we’ve had standing orders for millennia: the Word of God, in Spirit and Truth, in reality, walked out. That’s the plan, always has been, Jesus’ way. By his example, across all time and space, it maximizes the yield and minimizes the losses, but it is a grind. It is hard now, but it will be worth it forever. Love God and “other” people, keep it simple.

(see you in a month, come what may, there is already a plan)

The Finals! Tarry with the Spirit of Jesus Christ…

A Pilgrim Song

O God, remember David,
    remember all his troubles!
And remember how he promised God,
    made a vow to the Strong God of Jacob,
“I’m not going home,
    and I’m not going to bed,
I’m not going to sleep,
    not even take time to rest,
Until I find a home for God,
    a house for the Strong God of Jacob.”

Remember how we got the news in Ephrathah,
    learned all about it at Jaar Meadows?
We shouted, “Let’s go to the shrine dedication!
    Let’s worship at God’s own footstool!”

Up, God, enjoy your new place of quiet repose,
    you and your mighty covenant ark;
Get your priests all dressed up in justice;
    prompt your worshipers to sing this prayer:
“Honor your servant David;
    don’t disdain your anointed one.”

God gave David his word,
    he won’t back out on this promise:
“One of your sons
    I will set on your throne;
If your sons stay true to my Covenant
    and learn to live the way I teach them,
Their sons will continue the line—
    always a son to sit on your throne.
Yes—I, God, chose Zion,
    the place I wanted for my shrine;
This will always be my home;
    this is what I want, and I’m here for good.
I’ll shower blessings on the pilgrims who come here,
    and give supper to those who arrive hungry;
I’ll dress my priests in salvation clothes;
    the holy people will sing their hearts out!
Oh, I’ll make the place radiant for David!
    I’ll fill it with light for my anointed!
I’ll dress his enemies in dirty rags,
    but I’ll make his crown sparkle with splendor.”

An honorable father of the Church, who recently receieved most high accolades.
The One, he who is unlike any other, so we always follow him, never another.
Where I am at now and how I am feeling about it, now and forever.

You didn’t think we’d really do 7 candles without one of the low hanging fruits that everyone else uses? It has been my experience (in general) that people who talk alot, don’t do much, and if you do it, then really there’s not much need to talk about it… idk, maybe it’s just me. As you read, and burn this last one down, please know it’s only a pearlstring of good things that I’ve kept close by this season. We only want to take you to the reality of Jesus Christ by calling you back up to God’s vision for his people. It has always been the same. So let’s close the loop, pop the top, and rise… all only so that we can engage with the earth and all life the way our Father always desired, be like Jesus, his way. What a revelation! Behold and return, so that the old is new again!

A good enuff a fella even tho he hails from ‘far north dallas’ Texas…LOL

If we’re ready with cleaner hands and purer hearts in Christ, then let’s do this because Jesus is always ready, willing, and able in Glory…

Let’s actually do it!

Thank God because he’s good,
    because his love never quits.
Tell the world, Israel,
    “His love never quits.”
And you, clan of Aaron, tell the world,
    “His love never quits.”
And you who fear God, join in,
    “His love never quits.”

Pushed to the wall, I called to God;
    from the wide open spaces, he answered.
God’s now at my side and I’m not afraid;
    who would dare lay a hand on me?
God’s my strong champion;
    I flick off my enemies like flies.
Far better to take refuge in God
    than trust in people;
Far better to take refuge in God
    than trust in celebrities.
Hemmed in by barbarians,
    in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt;
Hemmed in and with no way out,
    in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt;
Like swarming bees, like wild prairie fire, they hemmed me in;
    in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt.
I was right on the cliff-edge, ready to fall,
    when God grabbed and held me.
God’s my strength, he’s also my song,
    and now he’s my salvation.
Hear the shouts, hear the triumph songs
    in the camp of the saved?
        “The hand of God has turned the tide!
        The hand of God is raised in victory!
        The hand of God has turned the tide!”

I didn’t die. I lived!
    And now I’m telling the world what God did.
God tested me, he pushed me hard,
    but he didn’t hand me over to Death.

Swing wide the city gates—the righteous gates!
    I’ll walk right through and thank God!
This Temple Gate belongs to God,
    so the victors can enter and praise.

Thank you for responding to me;
    you’ve truly become my salvation!
The stone the masons discarded as flawed
    is now the capstone!
This is God’s work.
    We rub our eyes—we can hardly believe it!
This is the very day God acted—
    let’s celebrate and be festive!
Salvation now, God. Salvation now!
    Oh yes, God—a free and full life!

Blessed are you who enter in God’s name—
    from God’s house we bless you!
God is God,
    he has bathed us in light.
Festoon the shrine with garlands,
    hang colored banners above the altar!
You’re my God, and I thank you.
    O my God, I lift high your praise.
Thank God—he’s so good.
    His love never quits!

Every morning, in my house… loud… really loud… too loud for 5 am, but hey, as bad habits go… so what?

Some of the messages and songs that have carried my wife and I through this season. And we just hope that one day we might repay the favor, a favor from God meant to be shared. Again there’s no “set order,” the Holy Spirit can be a little wild on appionted ocassions. But even then, Jesus is always the theme for us, or haven’t you gotten that and his message yet? What other affirmation could come from seeing God’s face and living?

Sounds and looks abit scary in motion, but so does the Lord God Almighty when he proceeds…

Let’s actually do the red letter words that Jesus Christ published with his blood, not to be portioned and rationed out by fruit inspectors and carnival barkers. So it will be easy for Him to spot us. Know this: if you obey God to engage the world through the salvation that our Lord so genereously gave to us for free, and you live out that Grace his way, then you are marked with his blood for sure, and no body else’s! And let the haters hate. Because who could argue Rightly with what the Word of God says in the Word of God for the Word of God?! Let the chirppers chirp and the rosters crow, and all the new school Babylonians howl. Yes, they are inivted too! But for us, now, we have Life to live and give! So we beg you to enter into God’s engagemnt with us all! We dare you to move.

Double dog dare you to be different than the bogus world systems!

“We live in the culture of the Big Me. The meritocracy wants you to promote yourself. Social media wants you to broadcast a highlight reel of your life. Your parents and teachers were always telling you how wonderful you were.

But all the people I’ve ever deeply admired are profoundly honest about their own weaknesses. They have identified their core sin, whether it is selfishness, the desperate need for approval, cowardice, hardheartedness or whatever. They have traced how that core sin leads to the behavior that makes them feel ashamed. They have achieved a profound humility, which has best been defined as an intense self-awareness from a position of other-centeredness.“—David Brooks, “The Moral Bucket List,” The New York Times, 4/11/15

God’s Power is made perfect in our weakness, that is the Way of Jesus, the only Messiah, for an ‘achieved profound humility, best defined by an intense self-awareness from a position of other-centeredness.’

What if you handed over your social media to Jesus, some, not all, at first. You’re still in it but He runs it… um say… like your life? Ooh, so that’s why this blog is somewhat ananoymous? Kinda, but mostly because I know Jesus, well and personally… and I want everyone to know him better than I do. There’s plenty of room. I’m an old man now, and the only thing that means anything through all the sorrows and occasional sucesses is that I managed to introduce him around a little to folks of all sorts all around the world, hopefully by His many acts that He ordered, and when needed, if necessary, I used a few words. If I had one thing to say it would be, “follow Jesus and never ever stop, let go & let grow!”

What all us dudes and dudetts should be about today!

All these to edgy for you to reach for? Well, if these aren’t hittable for you, what are you here for? Sure they sound different but they are all about the same thing: Jesus.

In Him, repenting is not for your past, only God’s Grace (Jesus again!) can cover anything like that. No, repenting in Him changes your future! Still want hypergrace and prosperty gospels? Well you are invited still but you need to remap to the Word of God a bit, just a bit. Don’t believe me? Okay then, here’s the great-granddaddy of the reformation and those two earthly principalities, regimes of human thinking: “When our Lord and Master Jesus Christ said, ‘Repent,’ he willed the entire life of believers to be one of repentance.” –Martin Luther’s 1st and therefore crowning thesis! Yeah, I read other books too. So, where’d so many go wrong? Get right with God the Father, be righteous in Christ Jesus… then I beg you, make room for our Holy Spirit.

Don’t doubt what Jesus says about repentance.


I need more of the Holy Ghost everyday!

“The all of God and the all of Christ demand as a necessary consequence the all of the Spirit. It is the work of the Spirit to glorify the Son as dwelling in us and by Him to reveal the Father. How can He do this if He Himself is not all and does not penetrate all with His own power? To be filled with the Spirit, to let the Spirit have it all, is indispensable to a true, healthy Christian life.

It is a source of great loss in the life of Christendom today that the truth is not discerned that the triune God must have it all. Even the professing Christian often makes it his very first aim to find out what he is and what he desires, what pleases him and makes him happy. Then he brings in God in the second place to secure this happiness. The claim of God is not the primary or main consideration. He does not discern that God must have him at his disposal even in the most trivial details of his life in order to manifest His divine glory in him. He is not aware that this entire filling with the will and the operation of God would prove to be his highest happiness. He does not know that the very same Christ, who once lived on the earth entirely surrendered to the will of the Father, is prepared to abide and work in like manner in his heart and life now. It is on this account that he can never fully comprehend how necessary it is that the Spirit must be all and must fill him completely.

If these thoughts have had any influence with you, allow yourself to be brought to the acknowledgment that the Spirit must be all in you. Say from the heart, “I am not at liberty to make any, even the least, exception — the Spirit must have all.” Then add to this confession the simple thought that Christ has come to restore the all of God, and the Spirit has been given to reveal the all of Christ within us. Remember that the love of the Father is eagerly longing to secure again His own supreme place with us. Then your heart will be filled with the sure confidence that the Father actually gives you the fullness of the Spirit.” — Andrew Murray, Experiencing the Holy Spirit


These folks and this woman and their work have done wonders for the Duderina (since 2013?) thank you!

Now, these two, wow, what a lovely and talented family. It really is ridiculous! I put them here because of their parents. I have a sneaky suspicion that all they ever want and wanted is and was to have their children and grandchildren lifted up! Me too, and they’re perfect messages for here and now:

Cool, got to be!

But this one, used to be my ‘catch phrase’ to my crew when we were first in and last out in service. And sometimes there were real explosions too. Looks fun, at times it was, but I am just happy to make it around the park with my dogs nowadays.

Just ridiculously awesome… I mean r-i-d-c-u-l-o-u-s-l-y, each of them…

Now the tails from here below which have become the heads up there, because if I only had one sermon to give in my life, then I would give this one. It makes me weep everytime, every everytime. I am weeping now because everyday I am a poor man who needs a chance, everyday I am a sick man who needs healing, and everyday I am an ignorant man who needs wisdom… I need a daily Revival for my spiritual condition…

Now there’s a voice I’d trade for with everything I got: “The Lord is my shepherd and that’s all I want.”

The Queen of Jesus’ Good News, who else could I head to a close with?

Singing straight to my heart
In my educated opinion, with wisest counsel, this moment inauguarted our greatest Spiritual-historical plateau in US history. From Nixon forward it was all down hill, Numinously speaking.
The standard by the standard bearer.

Can’t touch that, even the good Lord himself is waving off my keyboard!

But I think maybe, just maybe, the Mrs. Jackson on heights above would grant me these three “leasts of the leasts” in the depths here below to close this post and series:

And here’s a mighty woman of God, who has been a gracious and elevating mentor to my wife as a female scholar surviving within “willy waving” environs. She makes it clear that Jesus was one of the least too, foremost in exdous and to return home:

Thank you Paula!

The last of the least happened just a few months ago in a meeting with my home group. We were finishing up our testimonies and the facilitator asked a young woman, who was hiding in the back, no more than 14 years of age, to share. She was obviously in flight from vicious abuse and bondage. She was hesitant at first, and then she only said this: “I’ve been in recovery for only 3 days, so I don’t know anything. I’ve just learned one thing about God and my feelings… if it feels good now, then feels bad later, that’s the devil. If it hurts now, then feels good later, that’s God.” [heavenly mic-drop that rocks the world] the Spirit and I and some of the “elders” agreed that very well could be the greatest summation of wisdom and an instructive remembrance for anyone, since our God last spoke in the flesh. It was just another day with my people, but I pass it on to you for Love’s sake.

I hope and pray, most fervently, for God’s dream soon, and then to post a few during the season of Light. May the love of our Lord Jesus bless and keep you. Shalom y’all!

The Blessing

Moses, man of God, blessed the People of Israel with this blessing before his death. He said,

God came down from Sinai,
    he dawned from Seir upon them;
He radiated light from Mount Paran,
    coming with ten thousand holy angels
And tongues of fire
    streaming from his right hand.
Oh, how you love the people,
    all his holy ones are palmed in your left hand.
They sit at your feet,
    honoring your teaching,
The Revelation commanded by Moses,
    as the assembly of Jacob’s inheritance
Thus God became king in Jeshurun
    as the leaders and tribes of Israel gathered.


“Let Reuben live and not die,
    but just barely, in diminishing numbers.”


Listen, God, to the Voice of Judah,
    bring him to his people;
Strengthen his grip,
    be his helper against his foes


“Let your Thummim and Urim
    belong to your loyal saint;
The one you tested at Massah,
    whom you fought with at the Waters of Meribah,
Who said of his father and mother,
    ‘I no longer recognize them.’
He turned his back on his brothers
    and neglected his children,
Because he was guarding your sayings
    and watching over your Covenant.
Let him teach your rules to Jacob
    and your Revelation to Israel,
Let him keep the incense rising to your nostrils
    and the Whole-Burnt-Offerings on your Altar.
God bless his commitment,
    stamp your seal of approval on what he does;
Disable the loins of those who defy him,
    make sure we’ve heard the last from those who hate him.”


“God’s beloved;
    God’s permanent residence.
Encircled by God all day long,
    within whom God is at home.”


“Blessed by God be his land:
    The best fresh dew from high heaven,
    and fountains springing from the depths;
The best radiance streaming from the sun
    and the best the moon has to offer;
Beauty pouring off the tops of the mountains
    and the best from the everlasting hills;
The best of Earth’s exuberant gifts,
    the smile of the Burning-Bush Dweller.
All this on the head of Joseph,
    on the brow of the consecrated one among his brothers.
In splendor he’s like a firstborn bull,
    his horns the horns of a wild ox;
He’ll gore the nations with those horns,
    push them all to the ends of the Earth.
Ephraim by the ten thousands will do this,
    Manasseh by the thousands will do this.”

Zebulun and Issachar:

“Celebrate, Zebulun, as you go out,
    and Issachar, as you stay home.
They’ll invite people to the Mountain
    and offer sacrifices of right worship,
For they will have hauled riches in from the sea
    and gleaned treasures from the beaches.”


“Blessed is he who makes Gad large.
    Gad roams like a lion,
    tears off an arm, rips open a skull.
He took one look and grabbed the best place for himself,
    the portion just made for someone in charge.
He took his place at the head,
    carried out God’s right ways
    and his rules for life in Israel.”


“Dan is a lion’s cub
    leaping out of Bashan.”


“Naphtali brims with blessings,
    spills over with God’s blessings
As he takes possession
    of the sea and southland.”


“Asher, best blessed of the sons!
    May he be the favorite of his brothers,
    his feet massaged in oil.
Safe behind iron-clad doors and gates,
    your strength like iron as long as you live.”

There is none like God, Jeshurun,
    riding to your rescue through the skies,
    his dignity haloed by clouds.
The ancient God is home
    on a foundation of everlasting arms.
He drove out the enemy before you
    and commanded, “Destroy!”
Israel lived securely,
    the fountain of Jacob undisturbed
In grain and wine country
    and, oh yes, his heavens drip dew.

Lucky Israel! Who has it as good as you?
    A people saved by God!
The Shield who defends you,
    the Sword who brings triumph.
Your enemies will come crawling on their bellies
    and you’ll march on their backs.



(Next scheduled drop, sundown November 16th)

Parable of the Dude’s Semi-Finals: the limber-minded blathering of the most messed up story that should’ve never been told.

Sewer City

Doom to the rebellious city,
    the home of oppressors—Sewer City!
The city that wouldn’t take advice,
    wouldn’t accept correction,
Wouldn’t trust God,
    wouldn’t even get close to her own god!
Her very own leaders
    are rapacious lions,
Her judges are rapacious timber wolves
    out every morning prowling for a fresh kill.
Her prophets are out for what they can get.
    They’re opportunists—you can’t trust them.
Her priests desecrate the Sanctuary.
    They use God’s law as a weapon to maim and kill souls.
Yet God remains righteous in her midst,
    untouched by the evil.
He stays at it, day after day, meting out justice.
    At evening he’s still at it, strong as ever.
But evil men and women, without conscience
    and without shame, persist in evil.

“So I cut off the godless nations.
    I knocked down their defense posts,
Filled her roads with rubble
    so no one could get through.
Her cities were bombed-out ruins,
    unlivable and unlived in.

“I thought, ‘Surely she’ll honor me now,
    accept my discipline and correction,
Find a way of escape from the trouble she’s in,
    find relief from the punishment I’m bringing.’
But it didn’t faze her. Bright and early
    she was up at it again, doing the same old things.

“Well, if that’s what you want, stick around.”
    God’s Decree.
“Your day in court is coming,
    but remember I’ll be there to bring evidence.

I’ll bring all the nations to the courtroom,
    round up all the kingdoms,
And let them feel the brunt of my anger,
    my raging wrath.
My zeal is a fire
    that will purge and purify the earth.

God Is in Charge at the Center

“In the end I will turn things around for the people.
    I’ll give them a language undistorted, unpolluted,
Words to address God in worship
    and, united, to serve me with their shoulders to the wheel.

They’ll come from beyond the Ethiopian rivers,
    they’ll come praying—
All my scattered, exiled people
    will come home with offerings for worship.
You’ll no longer have to be ashamed
    of all those acts of rebellion.
I’ll have gotten rid of your arrogant leaders.
    No more pious strutting on my holy hill!

I’ll leave a core of people among you
    who are poor in spirit—
What’s left of Israel that’s really Israel.
    They’ll make their home in God.
This core holy people
    will not do wrong.
They won’t lie,
    won’t use words to flatter or seduce.
Content with who they are and where they are,
    unanxious, they’ll live at peace.”

So sing, Daughter Zion!
    Raise the rafters, Israel!
Daughter Jerusalem,
    be happy! celebrate!
God has reversed his judgments against you
    and sent your enemies off chasing their tails.
From now on, God is Israel’s king,
    in charge at the center.
There’s nothing to fear from evil
    ever again!

God Is Present Among You

Jerusalem will be told:
    “Don’t be afraid.
Dear Zion,
    don’t despair.
Your God is present among you,
    a strong Warrior there to save you.
Happy to have you back, he’ll calm you with his love
    and delight you with his songs.

“The accumulated sorrows of your exile
    will dissipate.
I, your God, will get rid of them for you.
    You’ve carried those burdens long enough.
At the same time, I’ll get rid of all those
    who’ve made your life miserable.
I’ll heal the maimed;
    I’ll bring home the homeless.
In the very countries where they were hated
    they will be venerated.
On Judgment Day
    I’ll bring you back home—a great family gathering!
You’ll be famous and honored
    all over the world.
You’ll see it with your own eyes—
    all those painful partings turned into reunions!”
        God’s Promise.

The Ageless Yet Ignored Calling Out To Dissemblance

I did not want to write this post, so I asked my Lord, “why?” He said again, with a bit of heat in his breath, “to make a difference, for I am the difference in you.” There are many comforting words, sayings, and stories by my Lord. But he’s impressed upon me, perhaps just me and too few others, his greater truth and more perfect plan: the hard sayings are those which mature and perfect. They make the most of the difference. And one doesn’t bring in the harvest early, the bulk of the wheat must be mature first in the Light… Or else, all the efforts of the previous labors, toils, and the sacrifice was for not and famine will result. All people will reap what they sow. The ones who want famine are also the ones who lead people away from the greater truth of my Lord. They rejoice in the dark when they bring famine and death. They, not We, are the enemy of our God and a flourishing humanity. The hard sayings blossom humanity at all points, every time to bring joy to our Father of lights, to whom all the crops and all the fields and all the laborers belong, as surely the they all grow in the Sunshine of His Spirit.

“Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.”

“Don’t look for shortcuts to God. The market is flooded with surefire, easygoing formulas for a successful life that can be practiced in your spare time. Don’t fall for that stuff, even though crowds of people do. The way to life—to God!—is vigorous and requires total attention. Be wary of false preachers who smile a lot, dripping with practiced sincerity. Chances are they are out to rip you off some way or other. Don’t be impressed with charisma; look for character. Who preachers are is the main thing, not what they say. A genuine leader will never exploit your emotions or your pocketbook. These diseased trees with their bad apples are going to be chopped down and burned. Knowing the correct password—saying ‘Master, Master,’ for instance—isn’t going to get you anywhere with me. What is required is serious obedience—doing what my Father wills. I can see it now—at the Final Judgment thousands strutting up to me and saying, ‘Master, we preached the Message, we bashed the demons, our God-sponsored projects had everyone talking.’ And do you know what I am going to say? ‘You missed the boat. All you did was use me to make yourselves important. You don’t impress me one bit. You’re out of here.’ These words I speak to you are not incidental additions to your life, homeowner improvements to your standard of living. They are foundational words, words to build a life on. If you work these words into your life, you are like a smart carpenter who built his house on solid rock. Rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit—but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock. But if you just use my words in Bible studies and don’t work them into your life, you are like a stupid carpenter who built his house on the sandy beach. When a storm rolled in and the waves came up, it collapsed like a house of cards.”

“First things first. Your business is life, not death. Follow me. Pursue life.”

Don’t think I’ve come to make life cozy. I’ve come to cut—make a sharp knife-cut between son and father, daughter and mother, bride and mother-in-law—cut through these cozy domestic arrangements and free you for God. Well-meaning family members can be your worst enemies. If you prefer father or mother over me, you don’t deserve me. If you prefer son or daughter over me, you don’t deserve me. If you don’t go all the way with me, through thick and thin, you don’t deserve me. If your first concern is to look after yourself, you’ll never find yourself. But if you forget about yourself and look to me, you’ll find both yourself and me. We are intimately linked in this harvest work. Anyone who accepts what you do, accepts me, the One who sent you. Anyone who accepts what I do accepts my Father, who sent me. Accepting a messenger of God is as good as being God’s messenger. Accepting someone’s help is as good as giving someone help. This is a large work I’ve called you into, but don’t be overwhelmed by it. It’s best to start small. Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance. The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won’t lose out on a thing.”

 “It’s not right to take bread out of children’s mouths and throw it to dogs.”

“That’s what I mean when I say, ‘Many get invited; only a few make it.’”

I love it when he gets on a roll… I think that’s enough of a set-up, if the reader doesn’t appreciate your framing the issue and get it from that, then here’s a parabolic testimony that they will hate even more. But I am with you, my Lord Jesus, even when it’s like living under a volcano while in the eye of the tempest… especially then, and now.

Take’r Easy on the Memories

Disturbing picture below? It is meant to be. Scapegoating stopped being a holiness practice at the imperial crossed bars of Jesus Christ, who is the only Messiah for there is no one else like Him. The news of that cross and revolutionary new way of life was meant to rescue all the “red headed step-children,” strangers, refugees, all the dudes that “the righteous” hold in contempt, those they don’t like the looks of, people who don’t hate like they hate, and most token outlaws… and the like. But somehow, over time, the enemy has captivated “a holy people,” again, to abuse the one and only sacrifice of God meant for healing and salvation, and turned it all into an instrument of the self-righteousness to degrade and oppress anyone who disagrees with them. The parable and pains below are meant as the last warning, to drop that practice of abomination, besides burning death over creation.

Below is a cartoon conception of Azazael who is the arch-demon who taught warfare to humanity, instructed men on the production of intoxicating spirits that blind, showed humanity how to make destructive cosmetics that make beauty a lie, and many other vile acts. For this parable, he is known predominately as the maker and murderer of scapegoats… the chief propagandist against the Gospel of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We’re outing Azazael now because he, along with Lucifer (maker of pride), still insidiously seduces “holy people” to continue the slaughter of what the Lord of Life wants to save.

WARNING THE PARABLE BELOW CONTAINS A DEPICTION OF GROSS SEXUAL ABUSE, many audiences should skip the first half of the parable.

The Parable of the Dude

The Stranger and/or the Cowboy narrates: “Way out west there was this fella… fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Lebowski, he called himself “The Dude”. Now, “Dude” – that’s a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call Houston “the energy capital of the world.” I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow there are some nice folks there. ‘Course I can’t say I’ve seen London, and I ain’t never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what – after seeing Houston, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me. Now this here story I’m about to unfold took place back in the early ’00s – just about the time of our second conflict with Sad’m and the I-raqis.”

“I only mention it because sometimes there’s a man… I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about the Dude here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s the Dude, in Houston. And even if he’s a lazy man – and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Harris County, which would place him high in the runnin’ for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But… aw, hell. I’ve done introduced him enough.”

It was the year of ’01, the Stanger to many who claim to know him best, while usually he appears to the Dude in person as a cowboy. The Cowboy came to the Dude to speak with him at a personal low point for the Dude, and prepared him for a call to go even lower by a high-ridin’ harlot who wanted him to give her kind of destructive craziness vile babies and sanction her malevolent desires for tribal dominion.

The song for now, but not always.

The call, to a world descending into chaos fer no good reason, was to meet the wicked who took something that Cowboy gave to the Dude for a program of survival, endurance, and rescue for real heroes and turned that salvific training and plan into terror, violence, and torture for their own aggrandizement over the weak and destitute of the earth. Well the Dude was disillusioned at first, but as their increasing commitment to their perversions of the good became clearer, the voice of the Cowboy became louder. Ultimately, the Dude interceded in truth and with authority.  

The evil doers called him “preacher,” not “dude.” They tore up “the preacher’s” bible and desecrated it, just as they did to other lost sons of Abraham. And they did far more than piss on his rug like the anarchists they were while pretending to be ushering in a new glorious world order, Nazis, always the damn Nazis taking the light and making it dark. It got dark. They tried torturing the Dude, but he helped write the book on resistance, so he availed. His noncompliance to their powers madend them more and made them angrier. So, they did what all unholy patriarchs, fascists, and imperialists do when the captives refuse to worship their sacred phallic pillars (which God says repeatedly he will annihilate, e.g. last week’s reading): they began to gang rape the Dude.

If you are surprised, well you shouldn’t be. Just ask any colonized people, any oppressed people, or anyone ever raped then blamed for it. It’s just petty tyrants putting their phallus worship before the proper order of things, just ask anyone burned at the stake, and the Dude even heard tell of a fella a lot like Donnie, who a long time ago was beaten and killed on a phallus symbol of a once great empire, their stars and bars ate him, and he did that willingly so every other story might get told. And so that it would never be done again! But there I go, digress’n, again, the point is that it is what all devils do when the reality sets in, when the light gets turned on, that their powers are nothing in the grand scheme of things. They become more and more virulent in their atrocities until the world is a wasteland and everyone else, not like them, is murdered. But a funny thing happened as the Dude went to a safe place in his head to flee their darkness… he began to laugh. He laughed at their futility, their utter inability to do anything well. As he laughed more and more they became ineffective, completely useless, all of them, each in turn. And this most humiliating defeat set their minds to murder the Dude in the worst way possible.

They told the Dude, “Hey preacher, we’ve erased all records of you, and preacher we will leave you here in the wasteland dying slowly and alone. No one will ever know what happened, not even your mother!” The Dude just focused on the death of his best friend Donny as they beat him savagely and left. He thought about his reunion with Donny in the big ranch house in the sky and the party. Azazael walked round about gloating and mocking, “Hey preacher how good is this? You should’ve accepted one of our many offers over the years and you would be a star in our administration! Look at yourself and your truth now preacher! Where’s your weak and useless friend Donny now when you need him!” And the vultures circled lower and lower, the Dude could hear their fowl wings and the dark joy of Azazael’s retinue celebrating the Dude’s death and the coming of their new world order.

Funny thing though, the Dude ain’t no quitter, even though he’s lazy. And he might be unattractive, pathetic, and unknown to the world, but he’s always had the rarest of rare hearts. So even after the common torture, feckless gang rape, erasure from the history books, and being left to die miserably alone in the waste and horror, the Dude still abided. And he did something with the little remaining life he had n’em. He did something he knew would honor Donny and make the Cowboy proud. The Dude sang. He is a terrible singer by all accounts, I mean intolerable, but he sang an old hymn he had learned in better times with his family. He spat out in bile and blood into and onto the dirt that was choking him, “Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E’en though it be bars that raiseth me; Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee…” It slowed the vultures that the Dude feared they might start picking at him before he shed his veil, and the demonic party was stunned and went silent. Then the Dude saw Donny running, as if on fire, running to him. And all the Dude could think is, “let’s raise Bethel and get this party started. I am done with this place.”

When Donny arrived, he did something unexpected; he got down into the dirt with the Dude and whispered a plan so elegant, so perfect, that the demons didn’t understand and the angels pressed close to hear but couldn’t. There would be an incredible plot twist. Two rounders came low and lifted the Dude flesh, soul, and spirit up to the Cowboy’s hall. First time for him, but there had been tales of a few others. The Dude knew his body was there because as soon as he realized where he was, he immediately skubaloned himself, glorious day… not. But the Dude didn’t care, all he could wonder about is why the steps up to Donny’s unique station were wonky and weird, he thought, “in digs like this they oughta hire a better mason.” But that’s the kind’a fella the Dude is, always looking where nobody else does and asking meaningful questions kind’a like Columbo, certainly not Sherlock.

Then the Cowboy said to Azazael and Lucifer, ‘I, rebuke you, and all false accusers! I rebuke you and choose a Garden of Shalom. Surprise! Everything is going up in flames, but I reach in and pull out the pit they have made!’ The Dude collapsed before the rounder, was dressed in dirty clothes. The rounder spoke to his attendants, “Get him out of those filthy clothes,” and then said to the Dude, “Look, I’ve stripped you of your sin and dressed you up in clean clothes.” Some other dude spoke up and said, ‘How about a clean new Stetson for his head also?’ And they did it—put a clean new Stetson on his head. Then they finished dressing him, with Cowboy’s rounder  looking on. Cowboy’s rounder then charged the Dude, ‘Orders from a glorified Donny: ‘If you live the way I tell you and remain obedient in my service, then you’ll make the decisions around here and oversee my affairs. And all my attendants standing here will be at your service. Careful, Dude—both you and your friends sitting here with you, for your friends are in on this, too! Here’s what I’m doing next: I’m introducing my servant Branch. And note this: This stone that I’m placing before you, a single stone with seven eyes’—Decree of glorified Donny—‘I’ll engrave with these words’: “I’ll strip this land of its filthy sin, all at once, in a single day.” “‘At that time, everyone will get along with one another, with friendly visits across the fence, friendly visits on one another’s porches.’” The Dude figured all these fine, but odd, folks were talking about the time Donny got killed by the nihilist Nazi’s for everybody. But the Dude wasn’t dead; he hadn’t even died; he ate the bars they tried to shame him with… He certainly wasn’t Donny, and even though their experiences echoed, they were very different and happened at very different times, apparently all as part of a plan the Cowboy always had and that not even His closest rounders knew about. Well now, don’t that just beat the band?!

Then came the terrible part, the Cowboy sent the Dude with some rounders to confront the evil doers. The Dude was dropped in front of their caravan, and there must’a been a mighty rounder with a great light behind the Dude because the perverts, rapists, and liars (who claimed to be powerful and justified) stopped their vehicles immediately and all looked terrified. I mean it looked like all the blood had dropped out of their bodies. The Cowboy’s voice came from above “son of man, eyes forward.” So the Dude didn’t turn around, and he saw several glorious rounders with terrible weapons surround the evil ones. The Voice then said, “son of man raise your left hand toward me with your palm down over them.” And as the Dude did, the terrified men were transformed. They appeared as small, vile clouds above cups. The Voice then told the Dude to say an untranslatable word and when he did one rounder swung his weapon through the vapors and each dirty cloud sublimated and then their grim liquids fell into the cups. The liquids screamed like legions in torment. The Voice then told the Dude to say another untranslatable word and another rounder swung his weapon through the cups and the liquids were desiccated and the cups were ground into a fine powder. Then the Voice said, “son of man blow upon the powder.” And when the Dude blew a little breath, a great wind came up from behind him and the powder disappeared into nothingness. Lastly, the Voice said, “you are an honor before my eyes. Your hands are clean in doing my will. Go home, for no one will stop you. They meant to erase you, but I have annihilated them; everything they ever did or wanted to do will leave no trace in my Work. You are free to do as you please until I send a rounder for you.”

The Dude feared… he feared a lot, who was this Stranger above? Not like Donnie at all! Such horrible works! How could he still be innocent? All he ever wanted was to heal and save, then all this? Why would the Cowboy turn to him for such an atrocity? And like the Stranger says: “Darkness warshed over the Dude – darker’n a black steer’s tookus on a moonless prairie night. There was no bottom.” But Dude dove hard to find bottom. What kind of Narrator was writing the story? None of this was anything like, anything that Donnie ever did! He couldn’t drink enough white Russians or get enough of anything else, substance or person, that could make him forget the terror and despair of what he saw… what he participated in… it was against everything he ever wanted or conceived in takin’er easy or the stories he grew up on. The Dude dove hard for 3 years, as fast and as long as he could…

The Dude Returns

On about 2004.5, as the Dude let himself fall, a familiar rounder came to him and said, “son of man rise up.” But the Dude being lazy and with many other issues to boot and still reeling in disbelief at part of the Cowboy’s greater disclosed nature replied, “I beg you to find another, there must be another. You’ve taken more than I can stand in standing for y’all. I have done all I can and never cursed you or my Lord or my God. Just let me die, please.”  Another gabby rounder responded, “God knows how to rescue the godly from evil trials. And he knows how to hold the feet of the wicked to the fire until Judgment Day. God is especially incensed against these ‘teachers’ who live by lust, addicted to a filthy existence. They despise interference from true authority, preferring to indulge in self-rule. Insolent egotists, they don’t hesitate to speak evil against the most splendid of creatures. Even rounders, their superiors in every way, wouldn’t think of throwing their weight around like that, trying to slander others before God.”

The Dude was stupid and numb but he was not ignorant of the Story… the rounders’ message was truth, but he needed a reason for his heart and gut, so the rounders told him of the troubles his sister and niece were in, information that he was out of the loop on. And that trouble was the initial reason our fouled-up protagonist sat up and said, “sure man, let’s go again.” Later the Dude would find more reasons to deal with all the crap and group delusions that held most the world captive back then. And as the Narrator said that he was willing to say, there was some good folks among too many ignorant folks. So the Dude could abide them. But you see, there’s ignorant, then there’s a special kind of ignorant: willful ignorant… and that the Dude won’t and can’t abide that or them on orders from the Cowboy. It was put by a smarter fella this way:

There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all argument and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance. This principle is contempt prior to examination.— Herbert Spencer

Because of this special type a person, the Dude can always tell these willy waving egoists, the Dude just can’t tell’um much. They listen to nobody except the ruling, more popular willy waving folks, who are dead inside and trying to kill anyone who will listen and wave willies with’um. But in truth, in their ends, ‘in their cups,’ they’ll either brake good and turn late, or die and burn by their own choices. So that was the lay of the land before the Dude. We could write a novel on these folks, heck another movie is probably in the works, but to the Dude, in the moments that counted most to the Cowboy who sent the Dude… this is what it looked like in a parabolic, or simplified and roundabout way:

The Dude ashamed of being called Lebowski, meeting the “big Lebowskies” who are a special kind of ignorant.

The Dude’s job was your basic three step dance from the Cowboy’s old playbook: warn the people, kill the monster, and save the maiden. But the people made sheltering walls for their monster, and the maiden adored the monster like a pet. Now the Dude had the Cowboy’s energy and proficiency for the job, but instead of going egomaniacal like big Lebowskies would with that unction, the Dude did it the Cowboy and Donny way. And they hated him for it. You see, unlike them, to the Dude all those abilities were his greatest fear because he remembered everything and still couldn’t abide the destruction of the evil doers, even though his hands were clean and it was Judged properly. Always in the back of his head the Dude remembered, “I’m going to wipe them right off the face of the Earth and smash their sacred phallic pillars to bits!”

So this was no walk in the park, it was a fearful and trembling passage through fire, and signs were all around, but that’s not the Dude’s story to tell. For his story, the Cowboy and Donny provided the Dude with other people, Spiritual peoples’ all over the earth really. And they helped heal him in ways “special people” never could or would or ought. The humble ones not only believed, a few had foreseen all of it, before the Dude was ever born. So the Dude shares everything with them. Many had suffered in much the same way and had been rescued likewise many times. They, real people, helped the Dude make peace with the Cowboy’s greater disclosures and took it all in stride with and for the Dude, until the horror changed into this here parable. The Dude still abides with them most days, he’s even lazy with them, out in the streets literally breaking chains from the enemy and helping the blind to see by overcoming Azazael and his leigons, at a sustainable pace. I mean these clean folks all actually do the work that Donny died for… hum, imagine all that… shoot, go par-take. Cause it’s one thing to believe in baptism but it’s a whole other shooting match to live out the knowledge of baptism, to fulfill Baptizer’s purpose.. Whoops, ther I go ramblin’… again.

The thing to remember is the Dude only wants to take’r easy and help people to be more like Donny… and some special folks always make that hard. The new hitch, the Cowboy was at the end of his really, really long rope with these folks and the Dude didn’t want to be any part of any more of the Cowboy’s harder decisions like from before. But on they went acting just like folks in other parts, only these self-styled specialists took pride in doing it better while they raped the nations and desecrated the Cowboy’s special parcel plot… and then they’d just slap the name of Donny on it (like their beloved nimrod would on “his property,” or dogs pissing on something they can’t eat)… The Cowboy did not, does not, and will not approve them or their works… in fact they already lost but they continue like zombies unaware and uncaring spreading terror and death, consuming the rest of humanity… It wasn’t so much that they needed to be cast into darkness, heck-fire they wuz’a marching that way and taking prisoners and most the Cowboy’s back 40 with’um. The Dude was also really worn out from the Cowboy showing him the fear that stands behind all their anger. He pities them, but they have to let go to heal and open up to change, then anything is possible.

Why all the Allowance and suffering by others? To be fair they were ignorant, in general, about themselves and the world, as the Cowboy was a Stranger to them. They’d been mediated and manipulated horrifically by the very forces they prided themselves in controling. The Dude couldn’t be a preacher to them, at that time, and share the descration of Donny’s way by a common type of “special people.” They denied responsibility for the evil men who pissed on him in the desert, even though they sent the evil doers out enthusiastically and supported their great rapes unwittingly, because they were not ripe and twisted by fear.

They only blamed the Dude and assumed Donny’s, meant to be, better half was their wife already, and worse, she was their’s to abuse like their own wife as they pleased… Most encounters with the self-righteous went something like that, but in the end it will be very bad for them and very good for the Dude and Donny’s better half. But the decieved and twisted could not accept truth because they refused peace. So the Dude took the Cowboy’s advice form long ago: ‘if the responsible party denies accountablity and rejects you, especailly by their own self-righteousness, then then walk away, everytime without worrying about any dirt in yer Croc’s.’ Even though one of them still owes the Dude’s family $5600, but they never called a meet’n on that! ‘Nah, hell no, nothing for an outlaw, the bounty is on him.’ But the Cowboy’s got the last say and a rule on that too.

Dear reader, they did much worse than piss on the Dude’s rug again and compound the insult of actual gang rape because they were proud of the evil men and their vile works…that small-ing pride still controls many of ’um to this very day. So as folks committed to self-aggrandizing lies, they were as bad as the evil doing rapists. They elevate and adore sexual molesters and nimrods among their pantheon of powers that be, still. Their dark rounders knew it and led them to call the Dude liar, homosexual, pervert, and worse! Freaking repressed puritans always project their own unresolved issues onto the innocent or lost before they banish them as scapegoats. In reality, they are actually rejecting the reality of Donny. ‘Blame the victims and punish the innocent’, that’s their credo, unless it fits one of their pet-projects which were supposed to be the whole shooting match. Unrepentant they live by it, then unrepentant they’ll die by it. Their larger conference has already experienced and denied the Cowboy’s outing of their own, very real, pedophilia problem as a foretaste of things to come if they do not pay heed to the message the Dude gave them. The Cowboy’s feelings will not change without their repentance. The Dude abided becoming their unwelcome scapegoat once, because he knows that the One who sends him will turn all-false accusations that they make about him back on the accusers many fold. Accept that there’s an end game afoot in the timing of this here re-telling today: the Cowboy is done waiting on them, no matter what the Dude says or does next because the Dude is sick of their story, and dealing with them, and there’s plenty’a folks out there who are ready.

Here’s the big take: act as if a lie is true then it is the same as lying, and then to remain in that lie, especially after the lie has been disproven, well that’s much worse than lying… Dude was sent to rescue the wife who kidnapped herself just to get away from all their impotent willy waving and self-worship. The Dude actually cared for her well-being much more than they ever did. Actually the big Lebowskies are more like Jackie Treehorn who used her “for publishing and social advocacy.” Smug and smutty, all they could do is aggressively blame the victim and punish the innocent, in the end those are curses returning to themselves. All-the-while they accused everyone else of doing those very things they did! Many didn’t know the Cowboy and hated the Stranger, and many would never have lowered themselves to act like Donny. They had their own story about themselves and that’s all they wanted, ever (full stop). Again, like the evil doers in the desert, they took the most potent plan in all creation which the Cowboy gave them to rescue, heal, and restore like heroes, and they used it to reject, murder, and descrate like devils… very, very, very bad mistake! Stop please, and “give fair warning to all who hear the words of the prophecy of this book: If you add to the words of this prophecy, God will add to your life the disasters written in this book.”

The stiff-necked Lebowskies had become like their phallic pillars of worship, the enemy had set them up perfectly on earth as bowling pins for the Stranger’s bowling alley above…patriarchy, fascism, and empire are all the same phenomena spiritually, all about “powerful men,” petty and insecure tyrants actually, who can never get enough power for themselves because they are unwilling to deal with their own sins Donny’s way: in repentance and meekness with humility. Or worse they say that they themselves are without sin, in a name they really don’t know properly; that shady impropriety is proved by their bad fruits, just open your eyes today and look at their orchard. Instead of changing and changing their yeild, they then blame those they oppress, degrade, and destroy for the evils of the world, even more. They double-down in wickedness. In churches, that is the spirit of anti-Donny who rapes the Cowboy’s words to rule on earth, in religious circles of willy waving. Some even go more dark and use Donny’s good character and image to bind and judge the very folks that image was given to liberate and save. And that aggression will no longer stand, in fact, without repentance those who used the Cowboy’s stick in this way will be annihilated by it on their day, by the Good Lord himself.

Yikes that’s enough fire and brimestone for any dude. I supposed it has it’s place here and there under direct orders. But let’s turn on the lights stead’a cursing the dark, I’m hop’n I might? Yes, thank you Sir. So three good things the Dude was grateful fer, before the sons of Nahash twisted truths subtley and they preformed a forced banishment after 9 whole months. See how the devil strikes in timing?

Then there was one, Pauline, who took something way, way, way out of context. And that’s all the counsel of the Nahash needed, and to be sure he made up some extra stuff almost out’a nothin’. But talk ‘bout giving crazy babies, may the Cowboy bless Pauline, not just their heart. And their spouse, I promise you that they are going to be among the greatest in the big ranch above. There’s a bit of favoritism by camaraderie there because the Dude knows now the load that a true holy-roller can be to block and tackle fer, especially in willy waving places. And the Dude will take the blame, fer the Cowboy had had enough of them, so he told the dude to tell them “their son of man was leaving.” The Dude didn’t use the whole term because they really didn’t understand the term properly, in the parlance of their times, and well chaos and fear ensued anyway… and bye, bye. The Dude won’t make that mistake twice. He’s in fuller voice now. Lastly, the Paul gave a message to the Dude for Pauline, “Stop comparing your nose to mine, yours isn’t nearly this bad! But stay at proving the gospel properly!”

Lastly but not leastly, there’s one we’ll call Matzah for a dang good reason. He does a really fine Donny imitation both in character and stature. We’re serious about that from the Cowboy on down. He wasn’t part of the original plan, so the Dude worked to give him plausible deniability. That way he could go on with the good works for Donny that he had only begun when things went pear-shaped. The Dude enjoyed his comparison of him to Jason Bourne, but the Dude is much more like Mr.Bean. Besides, it ain’t never been about any identity problem the Dude might have. No, it is all about the identity problem that Matzah’s people have, intolerable and terminal in too many cases!

The Dude, on orders, went to him personally after the dust had settled. Because the highest court on the earth stated repeatedly that no one could come between any dude and their pastor. Well the counsel of the Nahash did, and to prove it here’s their hypocrisy. Not once out of any of the times the Dude was before their counsel did they ever bring up any of the Cowboy’s sayings, not once. The son of Nahash did pray a curse over the Dude at a meeting on all hallows eve… I mean the Dude had a real live witness there to verify the actions, rounders and electrical phenomena and more, but that’s a great story for another time. Iff’n they used anything from the Cowboy’s Papers, then the Dude could have turn it all around then and there, but the darkness knew that and prevented it. Also, the only authority they ever cited for acts as a social club or post office was the great state of Texas. Now that is a proper authority, but not what ‘fer they did and do. The Dude’s kept all his records for the Cowboy, and he’s still got their confession, which they meant for his condemnation. Higher courts ruled on it, and the signatories have yet to reconcile themselves, unfortunately.  

And there were many other things the Dude cared about at John’s other home, so much so even that after all that, he visited other leaders at other house’s of John, and they told the Dude to sue their lights out, that exposed their Nahashism too, talk about “a brood of vipers.” So the operation and the handling of truth was off the table for all those houses. Even after that funk, the Dude cried out to the Horsemen who the Cowboy sent, “oh, horseman pass by.” The Horseman came to prove the Dude’s poetry and proclamation true and reveal the Cowboy’s real feelings. But the Dude was given a last minute option to put grace and mercy first, again, before himself and his justified self-image, despite all their ugliness toward the Dude and the Cowboy. So the Dude rose up and drove up in the middle of a mighty twister to exercise an option play. In full disclosure it was a close call, but there were a doughnut shop next door, a Shipely’s at that. And the Dude is a bit of a glutton, besides being the laziest man in Harris County and worst man in their world. So he did it with flaky doughnut sugar on his lips. But he did it. The really weird part was, “why was the shop open in the first place?”

The Dude Aibes

After all that, there are many other stories form Houston and abroad but he mostly checked out a lot of other houses some good, others not so much, all in different stages of the big round up, all in different pastures. The Dude served in several places, places he could find friends like Donny, or he bowled. Lots of stories but they ain’t for tellin’ today.

To finish up the mission at hand, the Cowboy sent rounders for one last big giddy-up after seven trips around the monster. Toward the end of 2008, when people were all stirred up again, the Dude went up to meet Donny and Walter and finish what they had started back in ’01. Donny handed the Dude a hammer, and Walter said hit the monster where its official stamp is on its head. The Dude did, and oh the ruckus that ensued, cheers above and screams below. That monster is still falling today and it won’t stop till it hits the bottom of a very deep hole.

Bigger picture, later on down the line, the Cowboy sent a man of blessings and quick as lightening, a man of moral rectitude, who healed many of the horrors and restored prosperity without being mean. And of course, all “the special people,” hated him because he would not bless their hate. Then they went like dogs to vomit for a nimrod who would tell them that their hate was good, and he (who is a literal, moving haz-mat zone materially and spiritually) with them brought the most death and darkness that the land would ever know. Because they still love the darkness and desire to rule on earth more than anything. They keep missing the boat and can’t see the bigger picture or know the Cowboy. Not just once, but six times now in the last half-century alone.

If there really are just two sides, there’s not in point of fact, but if there were you’d think a dude would wonder what side they’re really on when they’re standing with Putin, Nazis, and QAnon? I know, okay scream “babykiller,” tell me man do you know how many people, how much born and unborn flesh, God has ended? Besides the whole world once, apart from a handful? I know, okay scream “socialist,” man get a grip, study the poverty and social networking of the early, free churches. Economic systems change over time, collapse and rise, the character of God’s people should not because God’s character does not change. Even if the latter terms were epitaphic, they’re not, then the Spirit of Christ has covered it and would in the future, while the former things have always been marked for destruction.

I know your arguments and I sympathize, but more importantly I know only God can fix all that in time, in Jesus’ way to please our Father. Legislation didn’t, doesn’t, and will not be a pleasing sacrifice to the nostrils of God. I know your phallic powers that be will never please God. By the Book the best state needs only to provide safety, health, and liberty for all under equitable laws for all equally, and hopefully over time economic prosperity for all is a bonus. That’s it! You’ve been behind in the count on all those strikes since Nixon. Check the debts and deaths, but I wonder what it really will take for you to believe and let go? How much horror will a special kind’a people demand be losed in the world before they say… “ooh, wait a minute?” You know what Satan loves almost as much as a perversion of Scripture and leaders without character? A single issue voter, who he can lead by the nose with the single finger of one demon. Blow the devils out’cha nose, and return to God.

Men and women who bring light (demurred to be sure but light all the same) with prosperity and hope, they hate. The men who come and wreck prosperity, start wars, and say “life” on one issue for votes just cause more and more death everytime, well they love their guts… it’s the mystery of blind fear and cherished hate. This ain’t opinion, it be history, numbers, and facts the whole world knows, but they hate all those things, all those lights, too. It ain’t the Cowboy nor Donny nor the Dude hating, never a one oughta say that! It’s all them and their phallicous powers and temporary authorities that they’ve abused, and been abused by, for ruling in hatred and darkness. There is a (the) Patriarchy but it will never be theirs’, unless they turn. There is an a Ruling Order at hand, but it will never be from their self styled fascisms, and there is a Kingdom coming but it will crush all of their empires and ideas. All those dark works and selfish workers will be annihilated, so that the Cowboy’s back-40 will be restored and the Glorified Donny will oversee that peculiar parcel himself. Amen, amen, and amen.

Any ways, back at the fall of ’08, Donny then told the Dude to take off a spell and look for a maiden that he had picked out. The Dude wuz’a hop’n it still be the one the church did, but that’s a secret story that wore him out in ways he wern’t never willing ta on his own… and it set him up perfectly fer the next go, the finals, all un-be-knowst to the Dude. Sure he’s taken a few bars for the hometeam, but he can’t even see those things anymore… no one can. What’s more, Donny never let the Dude die, even though the Dude wanted to die like Donny more than anything else his whole life. But you need to see, Donny wants the Dude to live so that everbody else might live like Donny too, and they too might serve the Cowboy in tak’n his plot back, like He done above, but ‘n a more gentle, easy, and Donny-like way. Did the Dude desrve it? Hell no! He, especially the Dude, never would, could, or should! No creature from the fall does, but nothing is about what’s deserved in the whole Story, everything should be and will be about what the Cowboy wants. That’s the only desire that counts or consumates completely…

Say whatever you want about Donny, no matter, that dude’s always got impeccable taste in people. The Dude wanted to stay a spell, but Donny said, “there’s a lot that still needs doin’ so enjoy yourself awhile brother, and after a time we’ll finish up in the finals.” Donny knew it made the Dude smile all day, even on the longest of days, when he called him “brother.” And Walter… ah there I go, ramblin’ again, but maybe later. The Dude did see the Cowboy in person one more time, if only to hear Him say, “sure, I gotcha” in the summer of ‘09, while the Dude was doin’ what he loved most, prior to sendin’ him across a pond to live among lovely people, who took in a cowboy like a good friend who’d never been a stranger, in some enchanted isles with considerable less willy waving. It went something like this :

The Dude Abides for All Sinners, Everyone

Definition of “abide” according to Merriam-Webster online:

“(transitive verb) 1a: to bear patiently : TOLERATE, cannot abide such bigots. b: to endure without yielding : WITHSTAND, abide the onrush of the enemy. 2: to wait for : AWAIT, I will abide the coming of my lord. — Alfred Tennyson 3: to accept without objection, will abide your decision.

(intransitive verb) 1: to remain stable or fixed in a state, a love that abided with him all his days. 2: to continue in a place : SOJOURN, will abide in the house of the Lord.

(abide by) 1: to conform to, abide by the rules. 2: to accept without objection : to acquiesce in.”

Enjoy the whole movie if you have the limber conscious and right fortitude, with the ability to laugh at yourself. Be warned that it is rough in places. You don’t approve, well, again Jesus gave me this blog, in part, to tell our stories as we please. And me, this dude always dances with the one that me. And ‘nobody should mess with the Jesus!’ LOL

If you watch it, this key might help: First, if you’ve done your viewing homework, then you would know the Narrator, the Cowboy shouldn’t be a Stranger to you, he’s the one who makes the story. The three other guys? Well Donny is written unique and above the other two, more like the Cowboy than any other dudes. And we know this because to the eyes of men he’s the weakest, the least phallus-like fella ever been begotten by the Narrator. He is always humble in manner and innocent in motive and pure of heart, and he dies to tie all the other narratives and characters together. While in the bigger Story, much bigger than the parable or the whole earth, it is all about him first, always. Walter, the upside down M in character. M’s actually about as affable, hospitable and witty fella you could ever want to meet; neither Walter nor M are Jewish but they are fully devoted to setting up the people of Abraham. And the Dude is the least and the last, a one-off of God’s own prototype that was meant for mass production but the world and the self-righteous who run it don’t want that Difference to appear in their world because it would mean the end of their’s.

But for this day, the day of the Cowboy’s desire, the Dude is still a man purpose built and shaped, mostly in his flaws and failures, to help like-minded folks and sympatheic or curious along to finish their stories in a way that pleases the Narrator. The Cowboy himself, with all his rounders, is tending the hard work with faith-filled and trustworthy associates, new and old alike. He and Donny and the Dude are just looking for that one thing that ties the whole room together. Maybe the Dude found it finally, at least a bigger part of it… maybe, or maybe not.

Most of all, the Dude always remembers and serves Donny above all else… and we mean before EVERYTHING else. Believe me, he’s out in the world every day tak’n ‘er easy for all us sinners. He’s out there *hoping you don’t see him in his ragged company but he could never alone*… I know because I see him every morning in his robe and house shoes. And maybe, just maybe, if we all mind our p’s and q’s another minute or two, he can show up to fill in the gaps of the Cowboy’s story that y’all still ain’t seein’ just yet. That would be a good day for all, to finish the Cowboy’s story with the three guys, which is after all, quite literally, a Cohen Brothers production.

But it will require Vertical, reciprocal faith… abiding, in a holy reciprocity of whole trust while leaving the world behind. That’s “the great difference” between abiding in the booths and abiding in captivity. Abiding in God’s difference from the world, and aiding in the differences of across humanity, that’s what makes the people of God different. His Spirit can stretch out and really get’a going. God’s people never take to the worldly worship of things, things the Spirit of God will not abide, fallen powers, or phallic pillars, or saying, “ooh, this is ours so it belongs to the lord!” Maybe it is their lord’s, but it is not Jesus Christ’s… for if they really knew him, then they would never keep making the same lethal, terminal, and categorical errors in faith and acts.

Or as the good Rev. D.E. wrote to his flock this very morning, “Faith is a process of healing. It is an ancient therapy many have discovered: ‘We become what we believe in, and what we believe in… is life, in all of its fullness and wonder.'” (Shalom…)

That’s one of the deeper truths of the “booths,” or so my rabbis tell me, is that we move out of our comfort zone, accept the inconvenient truth of our cherished and profitable captivity; then we become vulnerable and God meets our needs, always. Only God can really lend that type of complete guidance and support; so then, we really come to understand Him, and only Him, unadulterated and free, in a greater way, as one in/with Him. And if we keep moving, ultimately He becomes our all in all. That’s real freedom, power, and truth. Sometimes He even meets our wants if they are the same as His. An even deeper truth is in God’s calendar. Booths and Passover are at exact opposite sides of the year, God created the history of His people that way by design. Being on polar opposite ends of time is proof positive that God is mighty to deliver even after the most extreme separation ever, by sin or time/space or any other deleterious power that is… whatever mess we’ve gotten ourselves into… again. Please come home.

So move, for all of us in the real world, for every one’s stories, each their own wines… the wine of Cana was good for all of us to believe, but it is old. The wine of the cross was bitter for our salvation, and it was done for all, but we all each ought to have our own crosses to carry, sometimes bitterly but always in knowledge of hope. Hold to those stories in yourself as I do in myself, while all in Christ. But know the new wine, which follows from the many vineyards of reconciliation here upward to Heaven, like a fire returning form earth back up to Heaven, in Spirit, to the greatest feast of all, uniting all who follow Jesus, the only Godman, in his way. So we might all trade our own crosses for crowns to give back to him on the Glorious Day to come.

No matter what men say here, please know that God’s Word says bodily death isn’t our dilemma anymore. In Christ we’re fixed, while the world around us is liminal. So as we move in Spirit and Truth the world will change. The movement is leaving the incomplete in exodus to a completing faithfulness in Spirit and Truth about who Jesus really is and who our Father wants us to become… that is our one and only struggle in reality. I celebrate my death because I will be fully restored, be with family, and drink all the new wine and better wine. Oh yeah, and Jesus will be there too with every “token outlaw” made manifest by the sins of “righteous men” in their bogus world systems, and every other good, trustworthy servant of Jesus who endured to the end. Glorious Day in deed!

Outlaws abide in the Outlaw above and the meek below…
Home is all wagons and tents westward bound…

While I was personally prohibited from playing any reindeer games with most, I am grateful to all those who offered for the best of reasons, and the worst…

For those who called me into their earthly authorities, thank you, no thank you. I know where all your works came from and where they’re all headed: to terrifying annihilation in the wasteland you have made. But bless you and I am going with Jesus, and he’ll give me the only energy and proficiency I need, on each day of my life, to do as only he pleases.

For all those who hypocritically said I was welcome, but I must worship their monster and give the raging harlot crazy babies. I will always remember first, “So don’t worship or serve their gods; don’t do anything they do because I’m going to wipe them right off the face of the Earth and smash their sacred phallic pillars to bits!”

I even thank the ones who tried to seduce me with the vision of a ‘TV contract in my future!’ Well man, I know two things if nothing else, that I got a face for radio and a voice for blogging. So I am going across the tracks to feed the poor and set up chairs for Jesus. Enjoy the Kool-Aide and bless you, but I abide amongst Jesus’ ministries only. So when the time comes, I will know and do as he pleases.

In fact, he’s already handed me multiple plans depending on our Father’s desire in weaving the difference of all things between the actions of men and foreknowledge with what’s been written and ordained. It is a mind blowing process to observe, but the point is that I will do what he decides, because we love you and want only the best for all.

The last is our favorite because it is the biggest evangelistic coup ever…to the ones who rejected me and God’s Word for them, well… just as another perverse and self-righteous generation rejected my Lord. Now, many of those you judged and degraded will enter into the Kingdom ahead of you, just as the self-righteous Jews in their disobedience, made a way for the Gentiles… Jesus Christ says it Himself, again:

“I am the Good Shepherd. I know my own sheep and my own sheep know me. In the same way, the Father knows me and I know the Father. I put the sheep before myself, sacrificing myself if necessary. You need to know that I have other sheep in addition to those in this pen. I need to gather and bring them, too. They’ll also recognize my voice. Then it will be one flock, one Shepherd. This is why the Father loves me: because I freely lay down my life. And so I am free to take it up again. No one takes it from me. I lay it down of my own free will. I have the right to lay it down; I also have the right to take it up again. I received this authority personally from my Father.

It is in the writings, Jesus was always clear about greater things and won’t ever do it the way men would… Go on, get angry or happy, curse or celebrate, it ain’t about you, it’s about them. And it makes no difference to me and my Lord, because the Word says, again:

“This kind of talk caused another split in the Jewish ranks. A lot of them were saying, ‘He’s crazy, a maniac—out of his head completely. Why bother listening to him?’ But others weren’t so sure: ‘These aren’t the words of a crazy man. Can a ‘maniac’ open blind eyes?’”

Jesus answers them, “I told you, but you don’t believe. Everything I have done has been authorized by my Father, actions that speak louder than words. You don’t believe because you’re not my sheep. My sheep recognize my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them real and eternal life. They are protected from the Destroyer for good. No one can steal them from out of my hand. The Father who put them under my care is so much greater than the Destroyer and Thief. No one could ever get them away from him. I and the Father are one heart and mind.”

Therefore, now, as was always proclaimed in truth… many more will be saved and lifted up as the Jewish rejection of my Lord brought in oceans of gentiles, all those waves of common and filty people. But I ask the destroyers and thieves, how can a gentile judge another gentile without hypocriscy? Weren’t you told and did you not preach this repeatedly by the Word of God, that your own perceived place in Christ over other gentiles did not matter to Christ, and moreover you will not judge? To both questions, you cannot and yes you were. Yet you keep on in their sinning anyway. Well go on, keep it up, I am not here to stop you, just to warn whoever hears my small, whispering voice… one last time… for my Lord has now told me:

“Don’t seal the words of the prophecy of this book; don’t put it away on the shelf. Time is just about up. Let evildoers do their worst and the dirty-minded go all out in pollution, but let the righteous maintain a straight course and the holy continue on in holiness.”

And hear me, now and forever, righteousness is as Jesus Christ did, does, and will always do, while true holiness is in living his way (not like other nations’ and then just putting Jesus’ name on it like nimrod does). The difference, the un-common-ness, runs from alpha to omega at each and every point in between (full stop).

But for me, maybe just for me, I sincerely thank you and I am truly grateful, because each rejection and abuse pushed me on to one more step in the Way of my Lord’s Cross. I was always going to fall somewhere between the Porch and the Altar of my God’s house. It was by your rejection and my suffering that the Spirit carried me away from the porch and placed me, the worst of men, at the very side of Jesus himself. I moved from porch to altar in a path of his blood, from Jonah to Jesus. I could never thank you enough! I love you and offer shalom! I could not be this close to Jesus if not for your obedience as well as your disobedience! But you need to stop being the bad example now, please. My failures and returns were out of my hands, and still I never died. But please know the right hand of me and mine has only peace and love for each and everyone, because I live in a way that no man, or woman, could have ever taught me.

Here’s the only way to God given in a bonus track, c’mon family above, let’s giver a go:

My way to Jesus’ way, what’s yours?

Lastly, I was told that it was more than allowed for the larger reconcillation project. Edgy maybe, but that’s the Word, so it’s right and mete for a bonus, bonus track to thank the anonymous angel of hope, who always plays her part perfectly. If I had refused, then God would have sent another. But thank you, the rest of Jesus’ more perfect plan needed your particapation, not another’s. I kept some of the memories and treasure them, in a very Godly and unadulterated manner. It’s good to have memories, it makes our souls wealthy. And today, I wrote this part first to edify me while I wrote the hard parts above.

I say this so you might know, not just believe, and everyone you decide, if you decide, to share with will know, not just believe, that God will keep all the promises he made to you here and, even if need be, in the next life. God always keep all of his promises, even if it requires another age. I hope you get everything now that you ever wanted and that God, in his ridiculous riches, will give you exceedingly more; that’s what I prayed for you the whole time, even if it didn’t sound like it. I am the worst of men, I always fail. But may you and yours smile all y’all’s days, may y’all abide as with God’s best, even on the glorious days when y’all each slip off your mortal coils. May our Lord Christ Jesus always bless and keep all of your rather numerous, lovely family though every generation.

Really, in reality, that’s why dudes like me and our rounders do what we do, eat’n the bar or be’n ate by the bar e’ry dang day, a dang day atta time in the Spirit… so that many that we’ll hardly know, all generations to come maybe blessed, not cursed, within the big lasso of Creation. No worries about me, as the Cowboy said, I abide and folks… I made out like a lazy yet blessed bandito, undeserving and uncaring about the judgments of all save One, same as ever was!

Some lyrics sound wrong, they are so let those bits go, but on-the-whole it’s a close sung parable, a fitting story about yesterday, before the new wine…

Those who remain, please know we favor you most. Can we focus on the future, now? Can we please go live and go home now, doing Jesus’ work along the way, His way? Far out and ridiculious request in these days? Yup, probably, but I know the trail, and the enemy certainly knows that fo’ shoo as they have done their damnest all along (not just last go, all of’um) on my way to His. Pretty please… (the sugar on top comes tomorrow night at sundown). While many stories might end here and we grieve those losses, do please remember that for all those who abide *… just when you think it’s all over, it’s only begun.* Like my life…

A David Psalm

God, investigate my life;
    get all the facts firsthand.
I’m an open book to you;
    even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
    I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say
    before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you’re there,
    then up ahead and you’re there, too—
    your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful—
    I can’t take it all in!

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
    to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you’re there!
    If I go underground, you’re there!
If I flew on morning’s wings
    to the far western horizon, (like Willie sang and the Man said)
You’d find me in a minute—
    you’re already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
    At night I’m immersed in the light!”
It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you;
    night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
    you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
    Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
    I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
    you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
    how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
    all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
    before I’d even lived one day.

Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
    God, I’ll never comprehend them!
I couldn’t even begin to count them—
    any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
    And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
And you murderers—out of here!—
    all the men and women who belittle you, God,
    infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, God,
    see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
    Your enemies are my enemies!

Investigate my life, O God,
    find out everything about me;
Cross-examine and test me,
    get a clear picture of what I’m about;
See for yourself whether I’ve done anything wrong—
    then guide me on the road to eternal life.



(7th drops sundown tomorrow)