Consider my lament. A whisper, musing, murmuring. Knowing God (David) asks. ‘We need. You.’ And us/such wicked people. One rev-up from travelling in among the multitudes and so many, in the low-ways and street-ways, never believe bad about: It’s true. All sinned and... and surprisingly so. We are, w*k*d. Good to the core glimmers maybe, but we-fallen. We are not, what we are. And striving is, we know we could be. Backlashing out of evangelical mainstream added over-reaction. I can now confirm, what most others rightly paused and knew. I done, embraced, we all. And this means, that.
Genetic, or a who knows why and what combo draws me to think, the world matters? All tomorrows people. Blind optimism that us-people-care so and persisting on, in the face of otherwise. Inviting abuse. Recognise failure to apprehend a life worthy or able to distract, is part-cause. Post active-collective-church and floundering, rampage through all sorts wrong and always ‘looking’ - another. Achhh, ne’er matter, why/who? Just is’ll do.
And God going to quite elaborate lengths to confirm a call.
Try not to be convinced God is saying any more than what continues to be affirmed unmistakably. Me ‘n ol’banger that spluts and coughs, moving a few prayer-yards here and there. Comprehending the mystery of realities why-at-all, and that some got the make-up to more want to wake-up. Some not?
God is not pleased quaintly sounds.
Must pray for call heard and wake-up. A ‘whosoever’.
Will pray. Not type to avoid (doing). And a word for today?
(Nb, I believe in ‘have-a-go and prophecy’. That it almost surely won’t be/isn’t, ain’t, d ish. There’s what might come in the flow of speech or write that is unconsciously ‘God’. Other, forces, turns on-on... Has a go).
My view is we have a famine of the word released/public.
Psalms (No5/here) give us God’s heart, nah neat theology but guts and growls that mirror back something of - God. Their physical, our unseen (for the persecuted, both). Humanities enemy...
I’m too shy to try today to say “God saith”. Will start jumping out soon, try some. Publish, knowing it probably isn’t much/at all. But obedience, to go, calleth.
Here's someone's/a rare-one-real. Comes to mind. A Psalm. HD this lament. Will re-jiggle a bit, pray-as, and: