If I didn’t read and believe God hasn’t given up on me...
Hardly Popeye in the unseen and a track record including some very bad-mad runnings. I don’t know what wins the despair race? Growling is anyone, "doing yes means yes”? Or my - under the blood and grace I trust - side-track memories?
The Aangirfan post . . .
Took and used the picture of planes, a biscuit tin, because image needs must. At this rate it’ll become the way, (unless any/decent offers - see bio). The Battle of Britain wasn’t the all-romantic, all-our-brave boys and such remarkable against all-odds portrayed. But let its popular expression serve this post. There was grit for . . .
Listen to our inner minds and here’s our what-nots and is’s, because so a man thinketh...
(Please note, Bible quotes in italics from now on). Some seeds.
Wrote a comment yesterday mentioning exprience leading theology. True enough but not to be confused with my jukebox-box of broken records. This shouts for . . .
When there's disproportionately more truth and intentions for peace on one side and lies and ongoing warring on the other, we can reasonably assess and know, where God is standing. Of course minuscule in the complexity God knows, he asks that his will might be discerned. And prayed through.
‘Why do the nations rage and . . .
For God did... and does. But do I?
A common response to the real world and the reprieve that requires our involvement is “we’re not worth it”. Close family or associates should stir a fight, beyond this, the connection's gone. The first war a century ago, was in certain practical harder times, leaving a generation in . . .
Start with confession: I persistently and blatantly undermined the love of God and therefore what it takes to do damage to the enemy. Some truly terrible here and theres. Crucifying Jesus again and again, holding him up to contempt and doing myself harm (a N.T. description). Finally I’ve designed out what keeps these occasional . . .
A desperate but not unusual start is recounting once awake in those first moments; The 'Disciples' (better title than ‘Lord’s’) Prayer. Holding on, in a poor man’s frenzy, maybe eventually moving to other promises. Again and again the again, saying inside the same words. Locked in, all reliance. This always last only action . . .