Boring the readership I don’t have (ha ha/wonder why?) – in theory; Communing with the Holy One, get some word to unleash, mull and shape into a ‘my utmost’ and pop out with image in God glorifying sense.
Instead, go groaning at my ongoing fail-to and wants. Nag me. Those (#don’t check the stats, see if I’ve broken the handful threshold, . . .
Sanctuary describes the wilderness or desert. Blank space and time. Bible and pen.
Not otherways stimulated or intoxicated, gabbing with someone, or clickty click-ing a machine. (On screens and keys: The great separator of our times. Internet blues. Paradoxically alienating, in guise of being social. Dis-empowered is the word. Twenty years . . .
Would – for example – having money be better than faith for provisions? Certainly health over money but how about faith? Such as I have... contrasts, no money to give. Peter and John on the way to pray in the temple. Regular beggar placed at the gate unable to walk, ask for his attention. Explain, “no money but what I have…” with this, . . .
In, shut-off, and on. Or; Out, shut-off and... Praying always. What is it with m’ever confessing-here, obsessive quest? There’s a verse that says don’t make a song and dance about to others/what’s done in secret... etc.
Here be m’few minute rant to kick off the day. Hardly waving banners on the street corner, showing off. This from the . . .
God has needs. Donkey for Jesus to ride into Jerusalem. “Hosanna” and all that. But could be, a me or you? Need of our heart, mind, body and soul. Pray, prophecy or proclaim. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cast out demons. All that. Normal Christian living.
God likes? Could this be ‘wants’ even with passion? But ‘needs’? Yup/ that be my . . .