Yesterday, con-fuse city. Garble of a post. Gotta mend m'ways.
Find, One thing to say. Dash out and on. There's too little time to be always... tawk, tawk, talkin' or, writing 'bout – Things.
Word-out into heavenlies and something to stir me – that might for the few but dear readers.
For . . .
Distressed over 'these' kind of idols in Athens. Paul when asked about his views, said he could see those-into were very religious people. Representative shapes, imbued with powers. Bow enough and sacrifice, get-something back. Material. Appease and gain. Social stimulation come casino.
Acclimatised to the . . .
It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees. Or,
My troubles turned out all for the best— they forced me to learn from your textbook.
Leaving health out of it, for us, or a loved one. Social and financial failure, short of abject poverty, could be medicine. Might get us 'into the . . .
On Is. 56 and 57. Graf-helps-me. Might as well post up. Word goes forth and all that. And my righteousness will be revealed... Carry on. Peace and respect. Best can.
Back daily's/Tuesday... best can.
Note: Problem facing this world. Without Christ I'm lost. Stare at Syria and Yemen, these two downtrodden people and places enough. Want to groan, cry, scream – do something. Typing seems inadequate and vain. Done to echo and appreciate those keeping us aware and more importantly, somehow gather and put pressure on those who might make a . . .
Loath to say, without God raising up pray-ers, this world will – topple-over. (nb 'world'). This or not, more or less – all that matters, weighs heavy on me. No other conclusive, let alone reliable way back, from this brink we're on. But God coming? Not the 'again' time. That given, but now, like days of old? . . .
If read Heiser's 'Unseen Realm' more and better/sooner, could've had a go and commenting on Ps.82 and God presiding in the great assembly. Instead the cry, Rise up, O God, judge the earth, for all the nations are your inheritance or inheritance in... Youngs. 'Literal'. 82's, last verse. Skirt past the . . .