Hiding to be 'out there'. God invites us to be safe so... we're dangerous. To injustice, physical war and suffering. Nowhere we're told, life's battles on these fronts will disappear, this side of Jesus 'return' – but neither are we told to take this as tantamount to giving-up on liberty for revival. And let-up, until… or because...
The reading(s) which I admit to have been skipping over, are deep in – obey/bless, dis…/get punished territory. While we gain nothing by ignoring God, I can testify; God's patience and grace are able to secure – at least I amazingly found – a path through, to something on the way, to personal liberation.
This said, the intention for every person, but the mysterious combos that make for this happening, don't always compute, mix-up… necessary ingredients, sparks, connections available and on 'n on. Of course, any whosoever who wants can have. I'm only referring to foolish, and most fool-me, having to take, plan b… c… d… etc.
And God is faithful, he will...
Today it's hide or runaway. All of us, are moving, in one or other direction. My 'because', comes through terrible... long-term failure, misplaced striving for God along the way, a praying mother 'n prob-blessed-me others, gifts in heritages of faith and vision, doubtless something ancestral and all in all – who knows why me – but Grace-Enough.
These morning splurges help me as I pray, and to pray. I know why – aside from lacking aesthetics, no one much/at all (?) bothers to read me. I don't pretend to be of interest, because what I’m about doesn't fit what's 'wanted'. De-sired.
I do what I do in trying to-be obedience, hoping to some small degree to be 'known in hell' and, conversely – the way to look at this and what matters – in the right-flow with some of heaven. With God. I don't have to know why-so, much as – just is. And God has kindly graced and led/leads me to believe – to do, this.
Increasingly, wanting… write less/pray more. Pray some... at/all/at/all. I struggle, to do. As we do or, give-up. But know m'heart 'nuff, that deepest part, groans inner-deep to run, to the hide. Know this Now.
I understand why people don't 'get' Jesus and those who do – but, find devotion and mission difficult. It's a mind-op, a purely, un-holy, contemporary, onslaught. Post? Post-Praydern
Media is the conduit. Literally constructed with this, the ultimate purpose. T.V. still the bedrock but the mobile so-called (/not), interconnected world, is the torrent for the destruction. If you put this up, to what could be done, for life with God… this, the conspiracy orders. To: Praying… God active in our standing, to make space against the empire-taking-all, for Gospel proclamation into the whole world with signs following. This our:
But hey, click – click, I’m with you. We gripped to the core elsewhere. 'This ain't rock 'n roll, this is suicide'. And so we hear. 'I heard the news today oh boy…'. Not really. Hearing isn't speculating, spectator-ing.
In Springtime when...
Like David. But he changed. I to change? I ask on…
'All we are saying… is...'
More traditional evangelicals and their progressive offspring, are not bending thus direction: The call to pray -and- the enemy of humanity and God is…
Something: Never before but Babylon-old. Something: All nations. Something: Coerced to commands.
Theologically, the ground is firm. I cannot complain. Hidden. And out. This puts life-perspective in all I can, final thanks and praise to God. I have some considerable reorienting to do. God willing.
Be oh Gracious One, 'near' to me. Lift me, in word and a song. Something. If I keep on keep on coming back, to where I could’ve stayed, please reconfigure me. Have me permanent as can, pray. A weapon fashioned, in the face of suffering, to bind and release. A give-not-a-care but for you and your loves. Patience in me-changing but urgency that out 'there' must. I cry-out for giftings of faith with a warrior mentality. Renew my thinking, open my eyes. Be my strength deliverer and thank you for the shouting. Only you. Only you could, can and do.
In Jesus name