Got to get back on the horse. Hardly John Wesley but something to exercise the soul. Help me live in God. Rant on the ridiculous. The slipping into mass hypnosis eh. Trying to find public expressions of sanity is more not-worth-doing. I.e. be on the internet. Much. TV? -- 'have to' watch, between 9-10 pm and be an . . .
Once the routine breaks down it's a challenge to get back. Write to help keep the flow. Days off soon nag and holla "what's happening".
Not posting as intending is a sign, something shouldn't be -- is up. Commitment to writing 'on...', as stated last time, is asking to stumble. Two set-ups. . . .
Verse up, lob up a title that could provoke and say... What? Go with Abraham's test after looking at it during prayer-time. Digging. Pushing myself to spend the allotted session, doing something, approximating praying. Truth is -- am like one of those wild horses running in circles held by a rope and a pole. Break-in me and . . .
Why so very few into-Jesus and this our number one? Reasons get personal. Our disposition, prejudices, and ideals -- all go toward the influence. Baggage carried into the exchange. God -- might be at, "could be there and Jesus-like?" stage -- is reaching to us and we move unto, or back off? Two directions, we're all, . . .
Snakes and poisons?
'Monsanto' got me going and the hit from glysophates, courts have ruled, is killing someone. Speculation, doing us all -- somewhat, in. Soft culling. Considered fanciful thinking and "far-out-there". The cool-looking line to say; we-lot can think-up too much and over imagine the baddies . . .
Jesus death is live and happening. An achievement which drew out and dealt with illegitimate and unwanted 'unseen' miscreants. Go-their-own-way powers with personality. Set off, in and among, creation's freedoms. Requiring a battle to resolve and our remake/renew humanity. Entities who in a few hours were full-through . . .