Holy dissatisfaction grips. All about ‘eyes upon the hills’ and ‘where does my help come from?’
Fires and physical idols on high places, the Psalmist is drawn to look. Today, pixels.
Hunter not catching his prey. (This is why writing every jolly early day is vulnerable to self-exposure and temptation to make a . . .
Knocked this out and now – about as quickly typed – word for today. In a nutty shell, stones to bread etc.
Because ‘God is’/as/says-me Bible-wise, so cometh the roaring lion. Through God, and self-disclosing, purposes and ways.
Not overly satisfied and what’s available among theologians, re the war and how/why? . . .
Up so early it’s like staying up late. Bonkers. Blessed.
Onto words for today: God is walking. Sounds heard in... the garden. Shame, has us run away. Induced by not knowing the necessity of repentance. Forgiveness and freedom. And only knowing this-world. Through one person’s physical and deepest, widest… wildest too, . . .
Was a time Paul didn’t confer with people an immediate response, not to consult any human being, upon his revelation of the Son who is, the one of… and is – God.
Time now is to prepare yet there’s Jesus admonishments not to bother: To think about what to say if/when they persecute and – that cares of this world, ruin the . . .
These plant-a-day/s reveal less than monk-ish ways. IF... I did what could and got to God/gets to me, there be God works. Some thing. More matters. More power.
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Grieving and how I flounder, over opportunity to witness. (The last one is sore until the next). Crumble at the too many provisos and where oh where the community (church)? Punishingly boring services and, theology online – progressives’ art and crafts or trads banging-on tired ol’verse matching with current affairs (spectator . . .